<?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-12612408</id><updated>2011-12-01T06:30:14.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maurizia</title><subtitle type='html'>chubibo writing at it's finest...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-117637809560555265</id><published>2007-04-12T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:41:35.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celluloid life</title><content type='html'>my life was never 7th Heaven. it was The Simpsons, but i was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned to Malcolm in the Middle, but we had no father, and we weren't all boys. but we were okay. miki was a headache. batch was a genius. i was the youngest who got away with everything. mama straightened us all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my brothers left for UP, mama and i were the Gilmore Girls. we were bestfriends until she became some sort of a Desperate Housewives character last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lived the High School Musical life in sjs, spent the Wonder Years with my bestest friends. then it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP was Sex and the City for me. men, shoes, and three sisters i never had. no sex, but life was good. we were all O.C. in our own little ways, but we loved each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in college, i was never good at Numb3rs and i had experiences with the Supernatural and (in)Justice. but i met really great Friends who were real-life Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with my crazy own House, lived a Charmed life in a may-december affair in 2004. i have been a Bachelorette ever since he left me. but i managed to snag some cuties along the way. some of them just Vanished, others i had to push away for their Criminal Minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started working last year. learned that the real world, or The Practice, is sad and fun. at times, i just wanted to say Just Shoot Me, but i managed to stay sane. now, i'm just an Ugly Betty who is wishing for a Prison Break from Twilight Zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, more than ever, i am Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with enough Will and Grace and a little Nip/Tuck, i hope to find my Tru Calling soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, it will just be another day in my personal Project Runway. with no Scrubs needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-113982056811893804</id><published>2006-02-07T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:49:28.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>love is Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is waking up at 11:30am, rushing to take a bath &amp; dressing to the nines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is wearing "miting-de-avance" red, my super lows, killer heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a Forever 21 paperbag inside a World Balance plastic bag to protect the invitations &amp; posters from getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is smiling at everyone &amp; anyone even if on normal days I would rather kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is swallowing pride and asking for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is having good faith on the phrase, "walking distance lang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is brushing my hair, chewing mint, spritzing cologne, powdering my nose... more than twice during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is foregoing rice meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not taking offense on compliments from security guards, maintenance staff &amp; tricycle drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is walking along narrow corridors, open fields,and emergency exits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is waiting for 1:30 pm in DLSU and laughing with colegialas in St. Scho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is being diplomatic with guards in PLM, Mapua, Lyceum, Holy Spirit, La Con, CEU, San Sebastian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is telling lies in San Beda and shaking hands in UE-Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is letting a long-haired, yummy stranger "hatid" me to the 4th floor in FEU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is jaywalking in 8 lanes to PUP, ignoring sharp leg pains and seeing UP tibaks inside the main campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is re-thinking the state of UP infront of an office in EARIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is walking from PUP to Sta. Catalina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is banging the closed gates of Sta. Catalina and Arellano, begging the guards to let me leave and tape the letters on doors of the OSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is suppressing the urge to text along dark alleys leading to University of Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is 17 schools. In 6 hours. In 3-inch heels. With a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is meeting up with your loved one in the middle of nowhere to eat grilled burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the first "tambay" in Starbucks and talking about politics, the University, religion and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is finally moving on :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-113982056811893804?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/113982056811893804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=113982056811893804' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/113982056811893804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/113982056811893804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-113982073685201365</id><published>2006-02-06T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:52:16.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is willpower?</title><content type='html'>Willpower is Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is foregoing tears and sleeping in my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is riding a bus at 4 am and eating sizzling liempo at 530.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is greeting the person you hate the most at 715 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is thinking of projects for your fave org while hearing the evil plans of evil people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is listening to the dean when I'd rather have slept in the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is eating free donuts to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is confidence in a multi-colored striped blouse, rubber slippers, and disheveled hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is mustering courage to talk to Dr. Abueva as he was munching on the free donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is going to NBS Katipunan and braving the Monday embouteillage @ 8:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is being absent the whole day to prepare all the letters and remedy problems with the posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is a long-distance call to Mama to request for a medical certificate for Monday and Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is staying up late to plan an itinerary that I know would not be followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is looking forward to Tuesday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-113982073685201365?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/113982073685201365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=113982073685201365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/113982073685201365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/113982073685201365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-willpower.html' title='What is willpower?'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112870470119571799</id><published>2005-10-07T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:05:01.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>constipated in love</title><content type='html'>Dionysian ako. Apollonian siya. May pag-asa pa kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and2 n nman s Alumni ang Sugarfree. mind you, d ako naiyak sa  Burnout. grrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sera sera :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112870470119571799?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112870470119571799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112870470119571799' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112870470119571799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112870470119571799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/10/constipated-in-love.html' title='constipated in love'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112774294434278423</id><published>2005-09-26T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T07:55:39.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Minutes</title><content type='html'>ako bilang nabaliw sa Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho (courtesy of kakai). tinapos ko maghapon ng Sabado. kakabaliw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang kowts, heto na:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rollercoaster is my life; life is a fast dizzying game; life is a parachute jump; it's taking chances, falling over and getting up again; it's mountaineering; it's wanting to get to the very top of yourself and to feel angry and dissatisfied when you don't manage it." (47)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the amount of time spent actually having sex is about eleven minutes." (86)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it." (90)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although we didn't take our clothes off and I didn't come inside you, or even touch you, we've made love." (132)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I'm not expecting anything to come of it." (138)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...sex cannot be practiced any time. We all have a clock inside us, and in order to make love, the hands on both clocks have to be pointing to the same hpur at the same time. That doesn't happen everyday. If you love another person, you don't depend on the sex act in order to feel good. Two people who live together and love each other need to adjust the hands of their clocks... until they realize that making love is more than just an encounter, it is a genital 'embrace.'" (173-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or - such is the pleasure they experience - they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them." (164)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again." (215)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's odd how, when you live in a city, you always postpone getting to know it and usually end up never knowing it at all." (236)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't say to the spring: "Come now and last as long as possible.' You can only say: 'Come and bless me with your hope, and stay as long as you can.'" (264)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112774294434278423?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112774294434278423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112774294434278423' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112774294434278423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112774294434278423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/eleven-minutes.html' title='Eleven Minutes'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112774689203859657</id><published>2005-09-25T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:01:32.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bilog</title><content type='html'>hanep tlga mgsimba sa Holy Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) bilog ang Simbahan.&lt;br /&gt;2) asa gitna ang altar at ang nka-pakong si Kristo.&lt;br /&gt;3) wlang pintuan at bintana. open air.&lt;br /&gt;4) bukas s lhat ng relihiyon at tao.&lt;br /&gt;5) naiiba ang orientasyon ng altar.&lt;br /&gt;6) Natl Artists my gwa ng Stations of the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;7) may mga Hardin na iba-iba ang pokus at meaning.&lt;br /&gt;8) pag umuulan s lbas, umuulan dn s loob khit my bubong.&lt;br /&gt;9) wid kuliglig efex pg gbi pro solemn pa rin&lt;br /&gt;10) bilog ang Simbahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112774689203859657?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112774689203859657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112774689203859657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112774689203859657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112774689203859657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/bilog.html' title='bilog'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112774110660420806</id><published>2005-09-25T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T06:25:06.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-T-T</title><content type='html'>Ta&lt;br /&gt;=nakawala ng wallet nung biyernes. nglalaman ng limang daang piso. last money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanga&lt;br /&gt;=nailuto ang isang pakete ng seasoning ksma ng noodles. as in nsa plastic pa ung seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanga&lt;br /&gt;=nasira ang USB port ni kawen dhil pinwersa ang USB/mp3 ko. desperadang mgdownload ng tugtog nang d m2loy ang pgkabaliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-tanga-tanga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112774110660420806?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112774110660420806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112774110660420806' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112774110660420806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112774110660420806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/t-t-t.html' title='T-T-T'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112774084399227517</id><published>2005-09-22T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T06:20:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chorizo&amp;me</title><content type='html'>Gamugamo in the summer under the sky by the light&lt;br /&gt;Anu ba ang ulam tonight&lt;br /&gt;Kitang-kita kong mgfu-futlong ka mamaya nyan&lt;br /&gt;kelangn pa bng imemorize yan&lt;br /&gt;Nkhiga s kwarto wla namang lamang tiyan&lt;br /&gt;Inuod mo na lang ng tv at magkwentuhan&lt;br /&gt;tambay sa lobby't inom coke lite&lt;br /&gt;Coz twas chorizo and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant cats are stayin at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Kinalat ang basura jumebs sa corridor talagang yucky&lt;br /&gt;Iligaw na sila sa Katipunan yihi&lt;br /&gt;Tgnan ang tv dalwa-dalwa preho lng plbas&lt;br /&gt;big brother sa isa gnun din sa isa&lt;br /&gt;Sexy ang isa, isa nama'y mataba&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan sa dorm, pangrich talaga&lt;br /&gt;Coz ders chorizo and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz chorizo and rice like to roam Molave at night&lt;br /&gt;Three gisantes two carrots in sinangag&lt;br /&gt;Tinapa flakes and even togeng toppings yikes&lt;br /&gt;Quail eggs at kamote fries&lt;br /&gt;Always chorizo and me tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112774084399227517?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112774084399227517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112774084399227517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112774084399227517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112774084399227517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/chorizome.html' title='chorizo&amp;me'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112732454135976576</id><published>2005-09-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T07:57:06.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sept21</title><content type='html'>magulo araw ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinanghali ako nang gcing kya d ako nkpgbyad s dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngulantang ako ng blitang c ferman pla ay tnarantado ng mga fratmen. ngmadali akong kumain at maligo at pnunthan xa s infirmary. inuwi n pla xa s gapo ng mga mgulang nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umuwi akong dorm aftr 151 makeup clas. my ng-iwan ng regalo s countr pra s akin. nang mkita ko name ng ng-iwan, npasigaw ako. hgdanan p lng umiiyak n ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngpnta ako s mapua boys ko tpos nkipgkta ky siopao. nglakad ng mlayo, wla nman plang mojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg uwi ko ngchichills c kawen. gnwa ko lhat pro d pa rin um-ok kya dnla ko n s infirmary. laidback mga tao prang la pkilam. ako dn muntik n mgkasakit dhl s kaba, wori, disgusto s ospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112732454135976576?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112732454135976576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112732454135976576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112732454135976576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112732454135976576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept21.html' title='sept21'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112705819036610566</id><published>2005-09-18T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:43:10.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>senti</title><content type='html'>The Premiere &amp; Unparalleled University of the Philippines, overseen by the President of the Philippines, governed by the Board of Regents, and owned by the Filipino People (wla lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;nkangiti akong mg-isa hbng binabaybay ng jip ang khbaan ng univ ave ppasok ng kampus knina. ansarap tlga umuwi sa UP :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wlang tangible na "gate" na mttwag ang Unibersidad. pro itinuturing n main entrance ang Univ Ave na kinatatamnan ng sari-saring puno s mga gilid, at iba't ibang bulaklak sa island (sunflowers, yellow bell, etc-dpende sa season). naron din ang mga artwork na konkreto s may C.P. Garcia at ang Checkpoint. opkors, sa Prime Spot ng paseo ay ang Quezon Hall kung san nkalagak ang pinagpipitaganang si Oblation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anumang lagusang dinaanan at oras na pngdatnan, nkakagulat ang itsura at laki ng UP s kramihan. for one, mrmi ang ndi mkapaniwala n merong nge-exist n gnung krming puno s gitna ng Kamaynilaan. not to mention ang Sunken Garden. at ang UP community-boardng houses, dorms, grocery at iba pang establishments s loob ng Unibersidad. isama pa riyan ang Ikot at Toki at mrming barangay. at syempre, and 2nd manmade object on earth visible on the moon-AS covered walk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s gitna ng inaakalang kumplikasyon ng physical layout ng Diliman, ito ang tahanan at hulmahan ng mga pinaka-magagaling na utak sa bansa (bwal umangal ang mga tga-UP Manila... hehe). hayyy. merong nka-Jaguar, gulanit ang kamisa, di naligo, color-coordinated, nglalakad na calculator, ateista, artistahin, adik, trysexual, naliligaw, trapo, mangkukulam, schizophrenic, bandmember, siyentipiko, artist...  common denominator: bluebook, fishball, asar na pic sa ID, at oblation run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msaya ang buhay dhil naryan ang UP Pep Cheerdance concert, Oblation Run, Freshmen Welcome, Live A.I.D.S, hell week ng UP Rep, Lantern Parade, Miss Engg, UP Pep final rehearsal, Street Indakan, dorms' open house, daan-daang free lectures at fora, free ikot &amp; toki, Philippine Cullutan, concerts s Bahay ng Alumni at AS STeps/Parking Lot, UAAP, election fever, Film Institute, mga plays. at ang UP Fair kung san anim na araw na ngpupuyat ang mga Isko at Iska (and evrybody n nkikigulo) upang pkinggan ang mga sikat at up &amp; coming n banda, bumili ng hapi brownies o tumoma, mgpa-henna't mgpahula, kumain, kalimutan ang midterms, tumalon sa mosh pit, at mgpakasaya nang prang wla ng bukas :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga tao rito, dina-dissect ang mga bgay-bgay. ultimo kaunting sentimo o maling preposition, hngng s implikasyon ng gown ni GMA at eviction sa Gaza strip. ndi rin kmi tumatayo pg recitation, at pwd kumain hbng klase (pwera aircon at lab). wlang pkialamanan s itsura bsta ba wlang ntatapakang krptan ng iba. pwedeng mgform ng ILOVEU gamit ang mga bato sa Sunken, o kya mgpaskil ng Hapi Bday s bwat haligi ng shed sa FC. agawan ang orgs sa PET bottles, at agawan din s ma-anay n tmbayan. tropapipz ang manininda, at walkathon ang drama ng mga tao. san ka pa, pero Vendor at ndi Vendo machine ang nsa women's CR! at, milyonaryo n ata ang mga ngfo-fotocopy rito :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrmi pang dhilan bkit mhal n mhal ko ang UP. pero ndi tlga kya i-capture ng mga salita ang lhat ng nilalamn ng utak at puso ko. bsta ang lam ko, kpg tntanung ako kung san ako umuuwi, iisa lang ang sgot ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UP" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wlang labis, wlang kulang :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112705819036610566?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112705819036610566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112705819036610566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112705819036610566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112705819036610566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/senti_18.html' title='senti'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112705835098067978</id><published>2005-09-18T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:45:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tameme</title><content type='html'>Ktbi ko ang isang mtandang babae s jip papntang Divisoria knina. Trapik sa Avenida. Nkatulala ako hbng iniisp ang mrming bgay. Sa sulok ng kanang mata ko, may nkita akong kmay n lumitaw s may tenga ng mtndang ktbi ko. Tpos bglang nwla agd. Natauhan n lng ako nang npasigaw ang ktbi kong mtnda. Kinuha pla ang hikaw nia. Lhat kmi nglingunan s lbas ng jip. Tinitigan pa kmi ng tinedyer na snatcher hbng ngllkad playo. Ambilis ng pngyayari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112705835098067978?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112705835098067978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112705835098067978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112705835098067978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112705835098067978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/tameme.html' title='tameme'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112706271708895064</id><published>2005-09-17T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:03:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABALA</title><content type='html'>ang post sa ibaba ay puno ng kurukuro ukol s kttpos n Cheerdance Competition. sa mga mkkbasang tga-ibang akademya, wag sna personalin. ito ay pnsariling opinyon ng mnunulat at ndi gnwa upang mangutya't mnakit ng damdamin. kaya easy lang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112706271708895064?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112706271708895064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112706271708895064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112706271708895064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112706271708895064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/babala.html' title='BABALA'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112706043340163303</id><published>2005-09-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:48:32.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60pesos, 3pasa, nwalang breeding</title><content type='html'>muntik na akong mamatay knina. ndi nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan bkit takot n takot akong bglaang mkakaharap ko c Kamatayan hbng nkapila s ARaneta pra s UAAP Cheerdance Competition. ba naman, tinalo pa ng kguluhan sa tiketan ang taunang prusisyon sa piyesta ng Nazareno sa Quiapo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilang ulit kming nbuwal s pgkakatayo dhil s kakatulak pharap, palikod, pagilid ng mga nais mkasingit s pila. samu't saring amoy at parte ng ktwan ang nghalo s iisang lugar. ngkaubusan ng breeding: ktakut-takot n murahan, balyahan, tapakan, laitan,pgsisinungaling, hilahan ng buhok, sigawan, paypayan, gitgitan! namputsa, may gana pang mgma-sosyal ang iba! not to mention mgsuklay at mg-abutan ng Gonuts Donuts wyl defying d law of physics stating dat no two objects can occupy the same space at the same tym! akalain mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero in fairness, khit panu'y ngng equalizing event ang gulo s pgpila. cnu bng mg-aakalang ang mga señorita at señorito ng mga pribadong paaralan ay mkakapalitang-mukha at body fluids ng mga hamak na tga-public skul gaya ko? tabla-tabla, kwits-kwits ika nga ang nangyri dhl wlang nkaligtas s balyahan portion. nauna nga lng sumuko(guys, let's tambay in Gateway na lang, can't stand d crowd in here na) ang ating mga kpatirang ndi sanay pumila pro at least dey wer one wid d masses kht sndali lang davah? credit goes to d ntapakang Birks, nakusot na MAngo &amp; nagasgas na P9. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bak to d past. e d na-trap nga ako s gtna ng ilang libong taong gs2ng kmuha ng tiket. ndi umandar ang pila ng isa't klahating oras. pro wag ka, tulakan mode pa rin. xmpre tiniis ko dhil anlapit ko na s ticket booth. tama nga ang Alchemist, pg mlpit ka na sa goal mo, dun mo pa prang gs2 mggive up. pucha, andami ng-falter! hahahaha. unti n lng e nahilo pa. ako, nanginginig n s gutom, ansakit na ng ktwan, ngkapasa-pasa na (d ko lam ngka-period n pla ako!), at mkslanan dhl s mga reklamo at invectives n nsabi ko (not to mention parts of anatomy n nhwkan ko at naidikit s akin... hehe). pro 2loy pa rn. langya. ngka-friends n nga ako s pila. at my nkasigawang tga-FEU. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nampucha, mga 1pm ko nrting ang tiket booth. i tel u, mswerte pa ko s lagay na to. 3 hrs lng ako pumila pro nkakuha pa ko tiket smntlng ung iba 8 am pa nkpila pro ndi cla nkabili. pgkabili ko ng tiket, nanginginig ako s tuwa, itinago ko agd s bag ung tiket dhl bka mwla. naku, cguro ng-nervous breakdown ako kung nwla tiket kO! neway, sbi ng mga nkakita s akin, mukha dw akong basang sisiw na nmumutlang prang hhmatayin pro sbrang hyper! kwento ako ng kwento hbng tumutulo pawis ko tsaka ang gulo ng buhok ko.  cnbi nla kmain muna dw ako. pgdting ko s KFC, d ko rn naubos ang pgkain dhl lutaytay n ako. dmretso n lng uli ako s Coliseum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112706043340163303?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112706043340163303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112706043340163303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112706043340163303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112706043340163303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/60pesos-3pasa-nwalang-breeding.html' title='60pesos, 3pasa, nwalang breeding'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112706226961104538</id><published>2005-09-17T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T09:54:40.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UnaIBaERaSaIDaADaNaGaPaILaIPaINaASa</title><content type='html'>angas mode. pagbigyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuwing nkikita ko ang gnun karaming kpwa-estudyante n ngtitipon s isang lugar, nananayo ang balahibo ko! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mgkhalong kaba, angas, xcitement ang ndama ko dhl s monumental event na ito! hahaha! ang 2005 UAAP Cheerdance Competition. wow, babaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayon nga s banner na pnhawak s amin (ako nsa dulo, ako nkhwak ng exclamation mark), UP always sets the trend. at kung titingnan nga nman ang 8 ksaling skul, UP NA NAMAN ang pnakakakaiba mula s 2g2g, cheer, gmik, costume at routine. kelangn pa ba imemorize yan? pro aminado pa rn akong d sapat ang best ng UP pra talbugan ang gnwa ng FEU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. FEU. in fairnes to FEU, flawless ang execution nla ng routine, at mgnda ang costume. ndi ka-innovative gaya ng UP, pro wlang sabit ang performance. oo na, pnghakot dn ang visual efex ng knlang audience wid props. kaya nga dpat cla ang ngChampion e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ang UST? mgaling. kumana sila s Black Ice Cream chorva at ung annual yellow balloon eclavu. mhusay pumili ng recorded audio, nkakagising tlga ng crowd. pti ung Harlem. other dan dat. wla na. dpt tlga FEU ang ng-Champion evn if it meant n 3rd place lang UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mega-aliw rin ang Adamson. at kulit pa ng crowd nla dis year. innovative dn ang Adamson, nkakatuwa cla. sori sa NU, AdMU, DLSU... wla ako ntndaan s gnwa nla. sori tlga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro ang UP? pucha, galing tlga. kaya lng npapraning n ata mga judges s atin kc mxado tayong kakaiba. ayon nga s cnbi 2 yirs ago s same competition, "an island isolated". hala, dala kc ntin angas ntin maski s gn2 kbabaw n contest. deviance ika nga. at pure genius. khit dpat physical activity toh, gngmitan pa rin ng todo utak. kslnan ba nmn kcng mgsplit ng nkabaliktad? ang ndi pgpili ng uso o sumikat n knta? ang mgdagdag ng costume kesa mgtanggal? hgit s lhat, kslnan ba nming i-perfect ng ibng pep squad ang routine nmin nung previous years? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alala ko 2loy sbi ng ktbi kong alumnus, dpat dw ibalik ang labanan n puro cheer lng mula s crowd at wlang pre-recorded pra dw mgkaalaman na kung cnu tlga mgaling. kunsbagay, tablado tlg lhat sa lyrics ng UP cheers... hehehe. pti nga ung mga generic hymn ntin, may angas pa rin! o di ba, ung UP Naming Mahal-- ndi korni at npkamakatotohanan s ating ktayuan s bansa. lalu nman ung tntwag kong Angas Song (mttapang, mttalino, wlang takot khit knino. hnding-hndi mgpapahuli, gnyan kming mga tga-up). bakit ko nga nman ikakahiya n parte ako ng Unibersidad n humubog s mga taong humubog ng Pilipinas at ng mundo... at hmuhubog at huhubog s libu-libong Pilipinong ggwa ng mhhlgang bgay pra s mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayon nga s t-shirt ng mga tga-UP Manila... tga-UP ako, ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. kitakits next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tanong: bkit kya pre-preho gnamit nlang kanta: Hallelujiah, Close to You, etc... mgkaka-wavelength?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112706226961104538?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112706226961104538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112706226961104538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112706226961104538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112706226961104538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/unaibaerasaidaadanagapailaipainaasa.html' title='UnaIBaERaSaIDaADaNaGaPaILaIPaINaASa'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112706545914185082</id><published>2005-09-09T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:44:19.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cosmo69</title><content type='html'>one of my most anticipated annual events happened last nyt: the Cosmo 69 Gorgeous Hunks Bash @ the NBC Tent. went wid Janny, Kakai and Kakai's ultimately gorgeous gay friend Vince. also saw Ate Melai &amp; her molave pipz, and my Daphne. badtrip, wla c Tessa Prieto-Valdes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, dis year's show was highlighted by THE SCENE. anu un? check out the women's comfort room... tadaa! all kinds of unimaginable activities featuring gorgeous, well-bred(?) women losing all signs of poise &amp; finesse. dahil lhat sa putik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d supposed construction going on at the main entrance of The Tent made it imposible for d guests 2 use d said entrance. so evrybody (evn some VIPs) wer askd 2 use d side entrnces. msama dun, grassy/muddy lawn of about 10-15 yards ang lalakaran b4 mkrating s door. at saktong umaambon. d organizer provided a number of wooden planks to walk on, pro ndi mgkakarugtong &amp; mgkklayo pa ang gap. so we had 2 tread d freakin muddy lawn in stilettos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pgdting s CR, i was both embarrassed &amp; shocked s estado ng mga tao at ng lugar. used tissue papers were ol ovr d place. pipol were cussing wyl walkin barefoot. ung iba, kesehodang nka-skirt, tntaas at hnhugasan ang paa sa faucet. der was rvn dis woman hu kept on taking photos of wat was happenning. takte, asan na ang fun, fearless, CULTURED female who is supposedly d audience of Cosmo? wer hav ol d hours of dressing up (or down) and d yirs of skooling gone? tsk tsk. ewan. bsta kmi nila kakai at jan, nglinis ng sandals &amp; feet gamit ang baon nming tissue (buti girl scout c jan) saka tinapon s basurahan ang used tissue &amp; den we left d CR. hbng sila sulking-cussing-agonizing pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nkktawa kc wen d show was about 2 start na, ngflock n ang mga babae sa may stage n prang wlang ng-exist na putik s knlang recent lives. balik postura wid free 5.4 tequila (which by d way was realllllllly good). ngwala n lng ulit nang mgdatingan na ang male of the species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbrang stress reliever ang mga lalakeng parading around wearing next to nothing. wla lang. cmpared to last year's show, mas mrmi ang cute dis year. not to mention der was a per4mance by kJwan! andaming kalbo (my fetish!) and guys n mukhang es2dyante lang (read: yoko ung sex god types). and Yen was ryt nung cnbi niang cute nga c victor basa! hahahaha! ang saya-saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d free tequila was also good. kya lng bad3p ako kc i dnt think i got enuf pics dis year :( pro msaya dhl my ksma nman akong friends!!! nothin beats buddies, booze &amp; bodies! nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by d way, it was one of d few nyts dat i rili felt sexy-tnx to hazel's magical blouse &amp; my immortal killer bling-bling lace-up sandals :) nga pla, at least 3 pipol saw me on tv knina: news central &amp; tv patrol... ktang-kta ako s cmera! njoy n njoy dw ako... hehehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112706545914185082?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112706545914185082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112706545914185082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112706545914185082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112706545914185082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/cosmo69.html' title='cosmo69'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112577309381992124</id><published>2005-09-03T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:44:53.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping over</title><content type='html'>kawen &amp; moi r here @ janny's condo unit, cityland-buendia. d oficial big brother (tamsi) had bin sleepin knina pa, kmi nman mega-awake pa dhl kttpos lng mnuod ng 2046 :) hay, sayang wla fewai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, i mis d days dat i hav a lot of options kung san ako pwd mki2log: tintin's, ana's, beau jeff's, raprap's mapua boys', khate's... i mis dem :( cguro nga i'm getin older kc d n ako mxado umiistokwa kung san-san. o bka nman busy lng tlga lhat ng tao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knina, it was r first tym 2 eat sa Chef d' Angelo-Glorietta. srap mg-splurge on gud fud wid ur buddies! nung friday nyt, nanlibre nman c Ma'am Fenny s Teriyaki Boy-Promenade, 1st tym ko din. ewan ko b. ansarap kmain. pro evrytm 2mtingin ako s plgid, at nsusuka n ako s dami ng nkain, d ko mpigilang maisip kung mkslanan bang mbuhay nang gaya ko - dining in semi-xpensive places, hobnobbing wid important pipol - gayong nghihirap ang kramihan s ating bayan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulog n muna ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112577309381992124?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112577309381992124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112577309381992124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112577309381992124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112577309381992124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleeping-over.html' title='sleeping over'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112555985402228076</id><published>2005-09-01T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:06:02.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kongreso</title><content type='html'>panahon na pra mgsalita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa unang beses n mkpsok kmi ni jen s plenarya, npgdesisyunan nmin n may je ne sais quoi s kongreso n ngbbgay ng air of awe and respect pra s mga kongresista. carpeted, mlamig, maaaliwalas ang lugar kung san ngtitipon ang mga taong pngkatiwlaan ng taumbayan n mgdesisyon pra s knbukasn ng bnsa. mismong ako, bilang tgapgmasid ay nanayo ang balahibo s pg-iisip n nroroon ako s isa s mga sentro ng kpangyrihan s parteng ito ng daigdig. khit gs2 kong batuhin ng tsinelas c ronnie zamora at hilahin ang buhok ni imee marcos, ndi ko ngwa dhl blang halal ng taumbayan, simbolo cla ng 'gumaganang' demokrasya s bansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro nang lumaon, ngng draining n pra s akin ang pkikinig at pnunuod s kongreso.  bumalik rin ang dting disgusto ko s mga pulitiko, ndi lmang dhil s knlang pmamasyal hbng my mgndang puntong snsbi c chiz escudero. kundi dhil khit n kaunting delicadeza at respeto s kpwa ay knalimutan n ng ilan s ating mga kongresista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatlong linggo na namin sinusubaybayan n personal ni jen ang mga pngyyri s house committee on justice hearings on the impeachment complaints. naroon kmi nang paulit-ulit n pgpatayan ng mikropono at ignorahin ang mga parliamentary inquiry at objection ng mga kongresistang pro-impeachment. ako mismo ay saksi nang sbihan ni Suplico si Datumanong ng "Mr. Chairman, you are out of order", at nang pina-terminate na ang mga debate upang pgbotohan na ang 3 impeachment complaints. ksma ako s tumayo, sumigaw, pumalakpak nang mag-walk out ang mga oposisyon. saksi ako nang cna Edmund Reyes, Teddy Casiño, Rissa Hontiveros-Baraquel (sa ngalan ng iba pang nag-walkout na congressmen) ay mgphayag ng ndi n pg-atend s Committee on Justice Hearings ng mga nagwalk-out. andun din ako nang ituloy ang mga regular session khit wlang quorum, at isuspinde ang regular session khit may quorum. sa dami ng kbbalaghan s plenarya, ndi ko n maillagay lhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kgbi, pinatay na ang 3 complaints. ndi ko lam kung nkakuha n b ng 79 signature s ngayon. hndi ko nga lam kung dpat pa ba akong bumili ng dyaryo o manuod ng TV. si Cong. Antonio Roman na rn mismo ang ngsbing mhrap mlman kung anu ang mga ssunod n mngyyri. dnadaan ko n lng ngaun s dasal ang lahat. tutal nman, ndi yta umubra s mga kongresista ang gnwa nming sulat n nghhikayat n sila'y mgng bayani s pmmgitan ng pgpirma s endorsement. sa ngaun, ayoko pang sumama s lansangan pra ptalsikin c GMA s pwesto. kya ako ngdarasal n madala s Senado ang kaso. ndi ntin kelangn ng isa n nmang npatalsik n pangulo n iha-house arrest lamang. dpat mnagot s hukuman ang mpptunayang maysala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa lunes, bblik kmi ni Jen sa plenarya upng saksihan ang isa n nmang mkasaysayang pngyyari. nawa'y pagpalain ng Panginoon ang ating bayan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKISANGKOT. MAGDASAL. HUMANDANG IPAGTANGOL ANG DEMOKRASYA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112555985402228076?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112555985402228076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112555985402228076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112555985402228076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112555985402228076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/kongreso.html' title='kongreso'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112556682569907831</id><published>2005-09-01T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:09:52.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss him</title><content type='html'>a prof i wud rather not name once 2ld people dat i was arrogant, &amp; dat i walk lyk i had nothin 2 fear. and i agree wid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in grade 3 wen my Kuya Batch startd brainwashin me abt greatnes &amp; cnfdence, &amp; standin up 4 wat is ryt. my own Paciano Rizal, he provided me wid d goons, guns and gold nided 2 keep me movin ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am a 20 yr old tenacious, spoiled brat. i get into stupid rlationshps, deep financial woes, alarming academic-relatd situations. and i stil walk wid d same air of cnfidence, daring pipol 2 look me in d eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcoz i stil hav my BROTHER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no amount of pain &amp; insanity wud evr damage me permanently, for i know der is sum1 hu loves me unconditionali. he may not be dat fisikali &amp; electronicaly accessible dis days, yet just d thot of him is powerful enuf 2 make me straighten out my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dream on, dear prof, for i wud cntinue bein d "arrogant student" u hate, for as long as i stil hav my brother's love! hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112556682569907831?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112556682569907831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112556682569907831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112556682569907831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112556682569907831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss-him.html' title='i miss him'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112557042925714863</id><published>2005-08-31T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:19:07.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ekis</title><content type='html'>MHEL/COOKIE &lt;br /&gt;first love ERASERHEADS loveletters on yellow pad KUNSINTIDOR health buff HOLLAND meeting place STARS&amp;STRIPES fontaine extension BATALLION EX-O 8 months SCREENING eyelashes YAHOO MESSENGER jomar UNIVERSAL MOTION DANCERS mango juice GOBERNADOR-HENERAL dutch JOMA SISON overseas calls MUSCLE SHIRTS cocc untouchables 3650 yapparel MAYBELOUISE emily ICAY new wave LOVERS &amp; FRIENDS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PRINZE&lt;br /&gt;four years + 2 weeks THEATRE dairy queen SIBIL SUBIC poetry MR. OCNHS fitness first INGLISERO wer u at? IN A RUSH long walks HP1 little caesar's RECTO hugs in public TARDINESS surprise sunday mass visits GOLD JEWELRY only child SNAIL MAIL oratorical speech PRESS CONFERENCES pistons BADMINTON coincidence EURO FIT SHIRTS levi's BREWS BAR stalking BALIKBAYAN night life UPCAT deadma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOI/BUKILKIL&lt;br /&gt;white roses FAMILY AFFAIR first kiss FERRERO ROCHER miko bear BOXERS flirt by penshoppe TAPSILOG class cards ARIZONA TOWER PENTHOUSE ncpag party 3310 subic boardwalk A WALK TO REMEMBER truly, madly, deeply BUTTERLY KISSES feasibility study TOKYO-TOKYO sm manila ONE MILLION dropped calls 1001 G. TOLENTINO mendiola rallies SENIORS' PROM alitagtag UAAP CHEERDANCE COMPETITION crying BUENA BONITA girbaud rubber shoes TAMBAY electric fan TAKAS DATES honda civic SUMMER SOLSTICE so-en LIGA stretch marks HICKEY henna tattoo OBLATION RUN daily phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPRAP&lt;br /&gt;mojos BRACES! smiley TAMARAW double-deck KENNY ROGERS baked mac &amp; chocolate cake MINI-STOP sige na LIVE A.I.D.S destino 2004 FAIRSTER cloud nine DON HENRICO'S les pappu RED UNDIES angel locsin TOOTHBRUSH home alone COMFORTER the fifth wheel POLVORON SMOOCHES safari MOMENT absent tayo CITY OF GOD burnout DOUBLE HAPPINESS chocolate sundae SQUEAKING SOFA vaseline floral scent lotion ALPHABET SONG beerkada BREAKFAST IN BED hello kitty 50 FIRST DATES takatak japanese slippers MINI SKIRT yes yes show CHIXSILOG alfredo street ULYANING LOLA impeng negro OPEN HOUSE gamugamo MRH OLD ENTRANCE hide&amp;seek ABOUT ME barkada pic ATM payatot VIRGIN baclaran LRT greenhills shopping complex TV GUY "siya" FRIENDSTER joseph yeo FLAT ONE memories KJWAN kawenchiken BRIDAL SHOWER ktbi m2log DANGWA yellow roses HELLO PANDA ms. eng'g &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******basta******&lt;br /&gt;MARK&lt;br /&gt;drag racer STOCK EXCHANGE landline calls WORKING-OUT marriage HOT burger king-katipz MANAGEMENT six rounds AYUN dingdong avanzado LET IT GO bachelor's pad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIDZ/WALLACE&lt;br /&gt;afro PINOY INDIE FILMS gamma sigma pi JOHN MAYER long-stemmed red roses JOLOGS wazzup! wazzup! KARISMA b.s. org DRAGONBOAT RACING lakay mountaineer BICEPS soccer field U.P FAIR HOST hapi brownies          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEL&lt;br /&gt;don bosco SHY TYPE kfc chicken strips TWISTER FRIES ayala mrt station MY SASSY GIRL balla baby MAPUA BOY vin diesel CHILDLIKE shoes shoes shoes SOFT-SPOKEN katabi ni mcdo ANGONO beep once FORMAL LOOK ii-ee DEAREST bawal ma-in love HAPI NEW YIR eyeball CD-R KING first game 100 PESO STORY torpe PRAYER BEFORE MEAL dutz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKKO&lt;br /&gt;taytay RED CAR jamming sessions SUN CELLULAR fine fine time SSC-R VS. MAPUA bedista ST. IVES better than sex by gayuma PARKPLACE DRIVE methol cig kisses GITARA sugar AYALA the best so far MARIPOSA walang sabit hair BRACES ur my little secret YAN spiderman PISTONS OR SPURS basement,eastwood MANILA BUS metrobank MARATHON FONE KOLS other woman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cno pa kya susunod???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112557042925714863?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112557042925714863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112557042925714863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112557042925714863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112557042925714863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/09/ekis.html' title='ekis'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112556049311815311</id><published>2005-08-31T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:45:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESOTSM</title><content type='html'>Clementine: You don't tell me things, Joel. I'm an open book. I tell you everything, every damn, embarrassing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Pretend we had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kilala mo kung sino ka. at ikaw ang gusto kong burahin sa nakaraan ko. pero hindi rin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112556049311815311?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112556049311815311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112556049311815311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112556049311815311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112556049311815311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/08/esotsm_31.html' title='ESOTSM'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112499810083056444</id><published>2005-08-25T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:29:56.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lima!</title><content type='html'>(as inspired by my blogger-idol keloyd... hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang limang mokong sa buhay ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mauricio/morris bachmann perez-the sperm donor ika nga ng nanay ko. ang half-mehikano na ngpamana s akin ng pgka-kulot, mtangos na ilong, semi-brown hair, pgkabalbon at pang-telenobelang apelyido. nag-TNT sa 'tate nung 1989 at ndi n muling bumalik. pro ngpapadala pa rn ng pera at hallmark kard. unti lmang ang alala ko s knya, gaya ng pgtulog ko s ibabaw ng knyng tiyan pg gabi, ang pglibot nia s akin s buong bhay hbng karga ako at may dala syang lamparang made in taiwan, ang pgpapakain s akn ng alumahan, at ang pgtatago ko ng mga medyas nia pra d xa mkapasok s trbaho. ung c daddy, mgnda boses nun kya nga ba station manager at DJ xa dati ng DWGO sa umaga, at combo nman pg gbi. sweet at galante, first, last, onli boyfren ng mama ko ang tisoy na mokong na ito. tumigil ako s pgsulat s knya nung 1995, grade 3 ako, nang mlman kong ngbalak xang mg-asawa ng US citizen pra mgka-green card. mula nuon, pera n lng habol ko s knya. pero wg ka, kht panu, nlulungkot pa rn ako 2wing kmi lng ni mama ngsecelebrate ng aniv nla. ay, august 30 pla aniv nla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya miki (jan-michael)-ang pasaway na panganay. ang kuya kong ito ang pnganay sa mgpipinsan, at ayon s lhat, ang pinakamatalino. maagang nalayo s amin dhil sa Phil Sci High Skul-Diliman nag-aral. kya ata mlayo loob ko s knya khit pa evry wik namin xang niluluwas ni mama. hiskul pa lng, mokong na. habulin ng babae, writer, mabarkada, musikero (vocalist), tmbay sa club dredd at mayric's. mkailang ulit muntik masipa sa Pisay ndi dhil sa grades kundi dhl sa delinquency sa absences at sa dorm. pgdting nman sa UP, asteg pa rn nkuhang course: MBB at Comp Engg. kya nga lng nadiskaril ulit nang mpasama s punyetang frat na yan! mtpos mdawit s isang cntroversial frat-relatd case e ngpntang FEU at AMA. saka ng-enrol s pggng ama ng tahanan. aside frm pglaki ng tiyan at pggng bosing s trbaho, wla nman nabago rito. down to earth pa rn at sbrang laidback wid his lito atienza-esque shirts, marley renditions at pgbabasa ng encyclopedia s banyo. idol ko s pggng delinkwenteng mtalino. mlmbing, isip-bata, pikon, at mtigas ulo. kols me d tenacious brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya batch (gene-vincent)-si mister plantsado. simiddlechild na pinaka-hndi ngdulot ng hapis sa aming mama. mbait at kelanman ndi nwlan ng direksyon s buhay. pwera n lng nang mgng agnostic nung BA Philo days nia sa UP. hahaha. tibak mode dn ang mokong kya halos ndi umuuwi sa bahay dhil s pggng Collegian kultura editor. sbrang matiisin at ndi makiyeme, ndi mkasarili. ang Paciano Rizal ng buhay ko... oficial brainwasher n ako pnkamahusay s aming angkan, hahaha. spoiler at oficial ATM ko at tga-gwa ng paper at legal aid. ang tanging Atenistang (Ateneo Law) mahal at mmhalin ko s buhay ko. wish ko lng mg-asawa ito kundi sayang ang genes! mtalino at msipag, ndi pa pumapalpak. asar nga lng dhil mhlig mang-gising sa gabi pra mgpa-palaman ng tinapay o mgpaluto ng sinangag s akin. mgaling manuhol s akn. bestfriend ko to. na lagi ako pngtatawanan at kinukunsinti. (bro, asan na i-pod kong red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa pio (pio gravina sr.) -ang haligi ng tahanan. ang wlang kpagurang gngwa ng speech pra s akin dhl kala nia lhat ng punto ng buhay ko ay ako ang mgka-kampeon o mggng valedictorian. ntitiis niang wg na lng bumili ng lotto ticket at ndi n lng mgballroom pra lng maipadala s akin ang mga tigte-ten dollars nia. ang hari ng pinoy community sa new york. nag-imortalize ng apelyido nia s walong anak nia (Gloria, Roserene, Alfredo, Virginia, Ireneo, Noel, Arlene= Gravina... plus Pio Jr.). pnagmulan ng ktalinuhan ng angkan (iskolar ng Notre Dame of Cotabato sa San Beda kya npadpad sa Luzon). dito ako ngmana ng pgkahilig sa The Good Life. ayon kay Mama Nita (lola kong asawa nia), ehemplo ng mtalinong tamad. na ndi nmin dpat tularan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziggy (zeke gavin) -ang  pamangkin. carbon copy ng amang si Miki. mtalino pro sbrang kulit at daldal, perez na perez tlga! gaya ng ama, mhlig bumulong s mga ntutulog ng tanung na "tulog ka pa ba". at tulad uli ni Miki, mhlig mngalkal ng bag ko kpg umuuwi ako... nghahanap ng psalubong. sbrang maloko pro sbrang mlambing. ka-debate ng tatay 2nkol sa history of amrika khit 5 years old pa lng. adik sa pnunuod ng tv at pgbabasa. mtigas ang ulo. parte ng mokong trinity (miki, batch, ziggy) n sumusuyod sa scrap-an pra humanap ng vintage GI joes, LOTR/star wars memorabilia at pirated VCDs. nga pla, fave movie ng trinity ang Finding Nemo. adik sa natl geog at discovery channel. ziggy dhil ky ziggy marley :)dhilan bkit ngdadalawang-isip akong mg-anak. nga pla, kmi ni Kuya Batch mgpapaaral neto ng hi-skul sa Don Bosco. adik s pnsit canton at may alagang 3 goldfish. bibo s klase pro bliktad mgsulat ng leter G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112499810083056444?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112499810083056444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112499810083056444' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112499810083056444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112499810083056444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/08/lima.html' title='lima!'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112481603832419931</id><published>2005-08-23T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T09:53:58.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hindi ko maintindihan</title><content type='html'>"If the final forever was you, im willing to take a nap in the sleepless night. But if the forever was the definition of you, im willing to take my final sleep in eternal nap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mula sa isang email kay kawen. ndi ko maintindihan toh. sbra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112481603832419931?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112481603832419931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112481603832419931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112481603832419931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112481603832419931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/08/hindi-ko-maintindihan.html' title='hindi ko maintindihan'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112463936241859422</id><published>2005-08-21T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T09:15:07.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuban libre + screwdriver = drowsiness</title><content type='html'>sbi sa "Diliman", kpg dw naiingayan k n s mga tugtog o kntang dati'y gs2 mo, ibg sbhin e tumatanda k na... kya cguro nkatayo lng ako kgbi't d mxadong ngsayaw s Sibil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mejo uminit ang ulo ko dhl wla akong ksbay n pmnta s ggmikan ng tropa, bukod pa s ndi ko lam kung san ung Tabby's. usapn nmn kc tlga, Pier One. anlabo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro pgdting ko nman dun s Taj Ma rip-off n un, nbura ata hlos lhat ng hangover ko n2ng mga nkaraang buwan. booze &amp; buddies rili beat d crap out of my system. hehe. as usual, ako pa rn e2ng loveless, cnservatively-dressed, virginal, nver-bin-drunk diane n pinangangaralan ng lhat ukol s aking dysfunctional rlatnshps. pro in d end, nananabon nmn s knla kpg lhat sila'y ng-iinarte na o wasted :) i love my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, mxado akong maaga inantok kgbi. cguro nga im gettin old 4 dis club scene (ngex, halos 1 year p lng nman ako gumigimik ha). ibg kya sbhn nun ngmamature n ako? sna nga. pro yoko din, dhl nyt out lng nman tlg ngkaka-reunion ang tropa. pucha, keln kya kmi uli mgkksama-sama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hala. ang gulo ko. home alone kc. boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112463936241859422?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112436536639256379</id><published>2005-08-18T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T04:42:46.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urban alienation</title><content type='html'>dumarating sa buhay ng tao ang puntong mrrealize niang wla n xang bblikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bndang alas-sais ng gbi ngaung arw n ito dmting ang pgkktaong iyon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112436536639256379?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112436536639256379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112436536639256379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112436536639256379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112436536639256379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/08/urban-alienation.html' title='urban alienation'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112436501505556554</id><published>2005-08-18T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T04:36:55.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ndi ko lam</title><content type='html'>pxnxa ka n kung lagi akong ngiistokwa. &lt;br /&gt;na ndi kta msmhan. n ako lang lage &lt;br /&gt;ngkukwento. kaw lang lagi nkikinig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gs2 kong mgng naron pra s u. pro d ko &lt;br /&gt;lam kung kelangn mo ko s buhay mo. &lt;br /&gt;mtatag ka kc. d kgya ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pxnxa kung kelangn ko munang unahin &lt;br /&gt;ang srili ko. kelangn kong titigan ang &lt;br /&gt;srili ko s slamin, ang mgparoo't parito &lt;br /&gt;nang mpatunayan kong merong ako. d &lt;br /&gt;ko kaya ung mpipirmi s isang lugar gya &lt;br /&gt;mo. kundi mauupos akong prang kndila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sna kaya ko ang talento mong kaya ang &lt;br /&gt;pg-iisa. pro ndi e. ndi tlga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro slmat. sbra. d ko kya ang mwla ka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112436501505556554?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112436501505556554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112436501505556554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112436501505556554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112436501505556554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/08/ndi-ko-lam.html' title='ndi ko lam'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112381548275935090</id><published>2005-08-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:58:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ulan</title><content type='html'>nsasanay n nman akong nggsing ng tnghali. ngaabsent. kumakain ng hgit s nrarapat. at d gngwa ang nrrpat tpusin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umuulan kc e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung meron mang ultimate ktamaran-inducer s buhay ko, iyon ay rainy days (at nyts). tlg nmang momentum-buster ang mdilim na ulap, mlalagkit at basang daanan, at mlalamig n gbi :) kung bkit b kc ngaun pa sumulpot ang tg-ulan n 2, kung keln klagitnaan na ng semestre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 mitings in a row n ako absent s ICT dis wik, not 2 mention 1 day late n ung RRL nmin for 199.1. ni ndi ko pa nsisimulan ang proj terminal reports ko at ndi ko pa nada-drop ang stat101. pati simple't mhlgang pgwiwidraw s atm, ndi ko rn gnwa. tag-gutom n 2loy ako dhl wa n me COH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hibernation mode ata ako dhl s ulan. wlang exam, sale o pnlilibre s gmik ang kumakayang plabasin ako mula rito s dungeon ng molave. niloloko n nga ako ng tropa ko, distance learning dw b ang drama ko ngaun? bwiset. gs2 ko man mglibrary (n bhira kong gs2hin) o kya'y ipatabas ang mkapal kong kilay, wla tlgng praan dhil ako n yta ang taong ipinanganak na galit s payong. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keln b kc titila ang ulan n to? naaasar n ko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112381548275935090?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112381548275935090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112381548275935090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112381548275935090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112381548275935090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/08/ulan.html' title='ulan'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112352017947572806</id><published>2005-08-08T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T10:03:48.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eugenics</title><content type='html'>vic2r told me dis afternun dat i wasn't born dis way. weak. disoriented. jaded. i bliv him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for d past 2 years, i hav let myself be overtaken by a number of issues. i hav allowed myslf 2 sulk over and be drowned in shallow relationships, financial woes, acad-related mediocrities, and bad emo &amp; physical health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mniwla man kau s hndi, umiiyak ako ngaun. hbng ngtatype, hbng nkikipgchat ky khate, hbng nagiicp kung anu mgiging MTDP ko s buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vic2r sed dat i shud make goals, ung realistic at mtibay. at dhil pgod n ko s self-pity (inspirasyon ko c jane bibeh), unahin kong dispatsahin ANG LALAKING KAYLANMAN DI MGIGING AKIN. pramis 2m, ipapabura ko na number nia s mga tropa ko. kc aminado akong di ko kaya erase e. pro anumang praan, ggwin ko n bsta lng mwla na ang bwiset n "relasyong" to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt stop, acads. bsta thesis mode n ko mya. bsta babawi tlga ko. wish ko lng d pa ko drop sa stat. bhla na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cguro ito muna. one step at a time muna, kesa lahat pro sabog nman ang efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, tsaka kilay ko nga pla, papaayos ko na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i wasn't born dis way. ayoko na. mgbabago na ko :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112352017947572806?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112352017947572806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112352017947572806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112352017947572806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112352017947572806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/08/eugenics.html' title='eugenics'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112289749093297148</id><published>2005-08-01T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T05:04:26.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awards night</title><content type='html'>i would like to thank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms. karen rico, 4 atending 2 my mental &amp; psychological needs. 4 rpeatedly tryin 2 cnvince me dat i am beautiful, sexy &amp; loved (lam ko n kcng mtalino ako, hahaha). 4 bein at home wen i fil lyk goin home 2 myself.4 bein a conexion 2 my past &amp; link 2 d future. sum1 hu kips me grounded and awake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms. des bernardo, 4 adding oomph 2 my boring lyf by turnin my angsty s2ries in2 humorous ones &amp; listenin 2 my forays into d subliminal. 4 bein angry at me wen apropriate,and bein frank wen i rfuse 2 c d truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms. jen tuazon, 4 d lumpia &amp; focus. 4 teaching me dat d smallest and biggest things rquire d same passion. her brilliance reminds me of my own brilliance. my thesis partner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms. khate dela paz, 4 driving along and thru lyf wid me espciali wen i fil lyk banging my head and entering into rlationshps of a dfrent kind. a real indpendent woman who makes me ashamed of my imaturity &amp; proud of my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misses ofelia puerto and jan san jose, 4 d long-distance love and concern. 4 bein at a level and state i wud want 2 reach myslf. u inspire me 2 move forward &amp; create a fture 4 myslf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss aika kampitan, 4 a frendship dat surpasses silence and sadnes. dhil sa u, gs2 ko na mg-med skul. hehe. ah, d woman hu proved dat der is always a reason 4 evrytin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss jane santos, my bibeh. 4 growin up wonderful &amp; indpendent &amp; beautiful, wyl stil rcognizing me as her mameh. 4 bein sum1 hu undrstands w/o needing 2 hear d same old brand new stories of my lyf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss vani adrados, 4 her unwavering love despite ol of my atraso s knya, financialy and emotionali. cngrats din s nlalapit mong comencement xcercises s mapua, bah, dean's lister ata ang bebeh ko! 4 bein a woman n ka-wavelength ko s pg-ibig :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear brother, kuya batch. THE MAN IN MY LIFE. 4 setting me free widout my consent. lyf widout you is slowly killing me, you know. if onli i had d means &amp; reasons enuf 2 haul u back to manila, i wud hav kidnapped u &amp; handcuffed u to me. hahaha. but wat d hey, it ain't a sin 2 follow one's dreams, so a fool lyk me has no othr choice but 2 wait. iloveu bro :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112289749093297148?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112289749093297148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112289749093297148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112289749093297148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112289749093297148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/08/awards-night.html' title='awards night'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112291356207595082</id><published>2005-07-30T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:26:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>live a.i.d.s&lt;br /&gt;(babala: mejo mhirap mka-relate d2 ang mga ndi nanuod ng live a.i.d.s... xnxa na) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka, asan na ba ung pamalo ko, aba'y eto na pala :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumarami ata ang xtremely gorgeous gay men sa mundo :( at nkakaasar dhil may mga adults n ngsama ng mga bata sa panunuod :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weneweiz, can't say much about d show. mxado kong na-enjoy, wla 2loy akong maalala. was too caught up in d moment, ika nga. not 2 mention sumakit ang panga ko (sa ktatawa), mga kamay (kaka-palkpak), butt (pg-upo sa stairs), at ulo dhil s pgkaubos ng psensya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biruin b nman kc, inconvenient n nga 4 a lot of booty&amp;brainylicious pipol lyk me (and dozens more) n umupo s stairs dhl wla ng maupuan, ayun at mega-ultra pbalik-balik pa ang mga repapips s hgdanan. nkakapikon tlga, as in, wat wer dey there 4 ba tlga? 2 check out d CRs of abelardo, 2 watch d show, 2 test d patience of d their co-audience, o pra mgpa-cute at mgfashion show? gaaaad, anlalaki ng ktwan ng mga hitad, at hndi iisang beses n may nkaapak ng paa ko o na-off balance at gnwang hand rail ang braso ko! amfnes, pare-parehong 200 binayad ntin noh! asar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dnt care if gs2 nla ibandera ang mga von dutch porma nla o yung mga ka-HHWW nlang nka-japayuki look/OA sa pgttagong bakla look, ol i ker about is my freakin ryt 2 njoy d show wyl it is going on!!! grrr. sbrang my patience was dangling on a string already, buti n lng nrinig ko n nman ang DONTCHA by the pussycats :) kundi sna ay nag-amok n ko! wahhhh. buti n rin,i watchd wid frenz hu servd as my official human strait jacket (kawen, des, jen, khate) kya subdued ako... hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmpre, again, i ddnt say anytin abt d show itslf. so cge, overview onti. basicaly, ka-pattern xa nung last year's show. tho last year's stories wer better, mas dama nman ang energy dis yir, lalo pa't kumpleto cna kikiam defensor, ate glow &amp; tuesday. anu pa... fave kong gnawa nla ung s airplane murder ek-ek. hirap xplain. bsta mgaling. sbrang kktawa ung paulit-ulit n pgtalon ni ate glow plbas ng eroplano. hahahahaha! at ung pagdedemo nung flyt atendant. hehehe. reminds me of Amores Perros and Jologs... harharhar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbrang comendable din ung sa taong-grasa monologue ni tuesday. as in ptatayuan ko n xa ng dambana! asteg! hahahahaha! akalain mo, cnu b mkkpgxplain ng maayos nun 2nkol dun s knikitang 400-800 per day ng mga TGIS (taong grasa it's sabado)! tangna, coñong taong-grasa! hapi bday 2 u, hapi bday 2 u, hapi bday hapi bday, hapi bday 2 u! hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung harlem pa nga pla ni ate glow, sbrang benta rin! hehehehehe! at ung ad placement ng convergys (anuman twag dun), okei din. hahahaha. c ali (tama ba, des?) sbrang gnda rin at gling. nyahahaha, encantadia! hohoho. puchang kampanerang kuba!!! SUBO! hahaha! noh pa ba, ah, c Lola! mxado nga lang green, pro ok nman. hahahaha. got my money's worth tlga! nyahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SAMASKOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112291356207595082?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112291356207595082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112291356207595082' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112291356207595082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112291356207595082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/live.html' title=''/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112273900137402756</id><published>2005-07-30T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T08:56:41.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nuod kaung If Only. for more lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. live a.i.d.s n mmya, xcitd n ko. gona watch it wid d pipz i loove: kawen, jen, des, chum, babit and d rest of my ncpag homies :) sayang wla cna fewai, jan, kuya ko &amp; mama. hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112273900137402756?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112273900137402756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112273900137402756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112273900137402756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112273900137402756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/nuod-kaung-if-only.html' title=''/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112264157752559745</id><published>2005-07-29T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T05:52:57.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>c karl roy ba ung naririnig kong kmknta? asan n nga b un? hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112264157752559745?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112264157752559745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112264157752559745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112264157752559745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112264157752559745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/c-karl-roy-ba-ung-naririnig-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112264117186894627</id><published>2005-07-29T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T05:46:11.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jeepney</title><content type='html'>umiiyak ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ba kc wla c kawen ngaun d2. kung bkit ba umatake n nmn folliculitis ko. at s lhat ng araw, ngaun pa ako wlang kapera-pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan, nririnig ko c yael ngaun at ang sandamakmak (i assume) na UPian s bahay ng alumni, ngkakantahan ng crazy4u. ampootah. naiyak tlga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knina, nung knknta ung lunes, kebs pa ako. pati ung gemini. pro nung crazy4u, nampucha, bumigay n ko. bkit b kc my mga pngyayari at taong pnguukulan ng kanta? dpat ibawal un. dpat ala-1984 tau ni orwell, kontrolado lhat ng bgay at emosyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. KLSP nman ngaun. d ko lam kung swerte ba o sumpa s akin n khit nkahilata lng ako d2 e free concert pa dn dhl ktbi nga ng molave ang bhay ng alumni. ayan tuloy, khit gs2 ko ng thmik n buhay hbng ng-iisip kung ida-drop ko ba ang stat101 eh d pwde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na. tama na ang mga luha. dadaanin ko na lng sa pgtatype. jeepney n ung knkanta e.gs2 ko umbagin ang ngau'y ngchochorus na fans. gs2 ko agawin ky yael ang mike. gs2 ko ptayuan ng dambana ang ngsulat ng kantang jeepney saka ptayin nang d n mkpgsulat pa ng mga patama s akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangna tlgng buhay to.d ko lam kung pra ky raprap ba o kay ______ toh e. ayoko na. pwd bang i-ban ang jeepney sa lhat ng public gatherings? bibilhin ko n ung rights nun pra akin n lng at d n mkanta hbambuhay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawen, antagal ng exam mo. asan ka na? npapraning n ko d2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112264117186894627?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112264117186894627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112264117186894627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112264117186894627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112264117186894627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/jeepney.html' title='jeepney'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112263040537218332</id><published>2005-07-28T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T02:46:45.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>floatin' alone</title><content type='html'>Shrimp: [trying to sob his way out of being eaten] Its true, its true! And the other thing is, my sister had a baby and I took it over after she passed away and the baby lost all its legs and arms and now its just a stump but I take care of it with my wife and... and its growing and its fairly happy... and its difficult because I'm working a second shift at the factory to put food on the table but all the love that I see in that little guy's face it makes it worth it in the end. True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112263040537218332?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112263040537218332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112263040537218332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112263040537218332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112263040537218332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/floatin-alone.html' title='floatin&apos; alone'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112257435571368028</id><published>2005-07-28T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:12:35.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern</title><content type='html'>"Dear Leonard, To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always...the hours..." -Virginia Woolf, The Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demet kadet, i always look lyf in d face, actuali, lyf slams itself to my face! but yeah, i dunno wat it is. i cannot say i actuali love life. i just live it, yet i do not always want to be alive. i seldom take it 4 wat it is, i keep on challenging my destiny and puching myslf to d limit. and oh, putting it all a way is on a league of its own. dis one's d hardest 4 me-letting go :( at mas mhrap ata sa akin, kc always the years, always the love(?), always... the non-closure :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112257435571368028?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112257435571368028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112257435571368028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112257435571368028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112257435571368028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='to whom it may concern'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112300387487446632</id><published>2005-07-28T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:31:14.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>the greatest things in life are free :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kgya ng libreng cncert n pnakikinggan ko ngaun, courtesy of pggng mgkatbi lng ng molave at bahay ng alumni... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tulad ng tambay/bonding session nmin nla des &amp; jen sa AS lobby nun thurs aftr 199.1 which made me rili hapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exmple n lng ung ktatawanang dulot ng bliktad na ruta (actuali, toki/katips/ikot route) ng philcoa jip at usapang atom.... reyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang 188 testi sa akn s 1st acct at 66 d2 s 2nd acct mula sa mga kaibgan kong sinapian ng kasinungalingan, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung kalayaang kumanta ng e'heads hits s banyo at tel me wer it hurts s as walk...at hgit s lhat, ang libreng kalayaan (huh?) n mgmhal at mhalin ng iyong mga mhal s buhay:) awwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansarap mbuhay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112300387487446632?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112300387487446632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112300387487446632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112300387487446632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112300387487446632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112256332909371978</id><published>2005-07-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T08:14:21.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kababawan... uber</title><content type='html'>lagi nmin pnguusapan ni kawen ung pggng mgnda, vis-a-vis pggng mtalino. iniicp ko kc, lagi n lng ako ngugus2han ng lalake dhil s utak ko. ung tntwag kong UP curse- puro n lng gnun. i am wondering, kelan kya drting ang tym dat sum1 wud tel me, "ang gnda mo". hay. how shallow of me. pro may mga arw kc n naiicp ko tlg, bkit ba hangga't d pa ako nkakausap ng isang lalake, o kya nririnig n ngsasalita at nkikitang nkikipgkulitan (o halubilo), d bsta bsta ako mpapansin? hmmmm. wallflower, ika nga. watever cadaver. these days, bmblik ang insecurity ko sa katawan. ang gnda kc ni _______. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuch. pinapili ako ni kawen if i'd choose physical attractiveness over bein a UPian. Naaaaah. wag na oi. ndi na rin. Lord, slmat po. pro sna unting pa-ambon nman ng gnda. hehehe. sa mga beauty &amp; brains (ahem, yoko na mgbanggit dhil bka mgkaselosan pa ang tropa ko), mswerte kau. ahloveyah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112256332909371978?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112256332909371978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112256332909371978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112256332909371978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112256332909371978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/kababawan-uber.html' title='kababawan... uber'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112246884830236623</id><published>2005-07-27T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T06:11:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam</title><content type='html'>hope i'm gettin my groove back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my xam results from friday's exam on ICT. hehe. pasado :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knina, fought d urge not to take my midterms in local govt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day's probly 1 of d few genuinely hapi days of my sem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept wel d hul nyt (actuali, d me ngreview dhil bad3p ako dhil d ngtxt d hul day ang lalakeng kaylanman d mggng akin), woke up @ 7am dhil sa txt msg ng lalakeng&lt;br /&gt;kaylanman d mggng akin, drank chocolait hbng nunuod ng tv, nkikipgusap s fone lalakeng kaylanman d mggng akin (redundancy is soooo addicting), ngmamaktol ang loko dhl sbrang embouteillage daw sa ortigas, took a bath @ 830, aral-aral mode kunwari, got 2 jolibi katips just in tym 4 d last batch of brekfast offerings, arived in molave @ 1030, nagNet lang, surprise vsit by des (mgtoss coin dw ba pra mlaman kung mgeexam kmi), basa-basa onti hbng gngulo ako nina kawen &amp; des at ka-chat cna jan &amp; felai, took d xam @ 1:30, fnished round 4;40. sakit ng kamay ko ha. went 2 manong's wid des &amp; devoured footlong :) andun cna zel &amp; chum kya riot n nman!!! went 2 sm north wid budz tpos uwi na. am hapi coz kawen's pictorial went wel daw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now bonding wid kawen (e2, panay kanta ng Taning... ngseselos ata sa gf ni sir ongkeko... nyahaha). hay. ah love life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. for d 1st tym nga pla, dineclare ni des na gwapo c paul artadi. hahahaha. at nagkwento ako s knya 2nkol s aking chubibo lifestyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lakas-tama quotes of d day:&lt;br /&gt;-la sallista (palista ng utang na footlong at bj kina manong)&lt;br /&gt;-snake (venomous person, mkamandag ika nga ni budz, lapitin ng family first agents)&lt;br /&gt;-george (nice kawen)&lt;br /&gt;-maria lourdes (c apple ba toh o c buddy des?)&lt;br /&gt;-toss coin (a means to dtermine weder or not 1 shud take a midterm xam)&lt;br /&gt;-equipment (tnung nio ky kawen kung anu to)&lt;br /&gt;-TITIgnan, SUSUriin, KIKIlatisin (lhat na ng slita, bnbgyan ng berdeng khulugan ng intsik behong c kawen... kawen, behave!)&lt;br /&gt;-shhhhed (a shrimp's way of saying sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSS of d week: Hallelujiah, UP rep version... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;(cnung tanga, cnung galit, cnung buwaya, cnung pusa, cnung halimaw.... rarrrrrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112246884830236623?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112246884830236623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112246884830236623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112246884830236623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112246884830236623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/exam.html' title='exam'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112247337688840795</id><published>2005-07-27T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:09:36.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't heard this yet</title><content type='html'>Dinner at 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at 6 I can no longer wait for your call&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for days&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard for me to think you’ve forgotten my number&lt;br /&gt;When we had such a nice chat the other day&lt;br /&gt;Hope nothing serious has happened it’s been a good weekend&lt;br /&gt;Called my mother 3 times&lt;br /&gt;My streaks finally broken&lt;br /&gt;It’s been awhile since I’ve seen such a lovely face&lt;br /&gt;Will nothing spoil my day… let nothing spoil my day&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid to look&lt;br /&gt;Only to find You could be just like the rest&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign You think you’ve figured me out&lt;br /&gt;I’m a mess still you want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Like fine wine this keeps getting better with time so what’s the delay&lt;br /&gt;Well I know this all looks bad but underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;But your timing couldn’t be any better this is my curtain call&lt;br /&gt;Well I know you know my name that little look you gave gave you away&lt;br /&gt;So behave I’ll be nice mother I don’t need to be told twice 6 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I’m still here… I’m still here&lt;br /&gt;What you read in the paper I tell you they're lies&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking at me with those vanishing eyes&lt;br /&gt;The gods have spoken and I’m forced to fib it was the night of night&lt;br /&gt;I went out for a little drink&lt;br /&gt;Met up with an old friend said hello&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye… I gotta go Home Only to find nobody&lt;br /&gt;You afraid to take a hard look let me sell you my story&lt;br /&gt;It’s tragic You think you’ve figured me out you still don’t want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Save my tears for later I got something cooking&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not delay… Better behave&lt;br /&gt;Take a better look at myself&lt;br /&gt;Better behave take a closer look at myself&lt;br /&gt;This is a shame&lt;br /&gt;This is a shame&lt;br /&gt;Have I fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;Have I fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112247337688840795?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112247337688840795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112247337688840795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112247337688840795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112247337688840795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/havent-heard-this-yet.html' title='haven&apos;t heard this yet'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112246422380600118</id><published>2005-07-27T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T04:49:26.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 kawen, may co-shrimp :) hahaha</title><content type='html'>Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I hope we could spend more time together&lt;br /&gt;A few hours is better than never&lt;br /&gt;If we could only make it longer&lt;br /&gt;A whole day would be fine&lt;br /&gt;A whole day would be fine&lt;br /&gt;A whole day would be fine&lt;br /&gt;A whole day would be fine&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to clean your car&lt;br /&gt;I'm not home if someone calls&lt;br /&gt;We could go out for a day&lt;br /&gt;We could sing some songs we hate&lt;br /&gt;Why not swim in someone's pool&lt;br /&gt;Jump a crane 12 storeys high&lt;br /&gt;Have a picnic in my room&lt;br /&gt;Sit outside and watch the moo&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;We could drive in to the malls&lt;br /&gt;Or stay home and watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if we don't have lunch&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as we have iced tea&lt;br /&gt;I could take you to a film&lt;br /&gt;Hunt for books and magazines&lt;br /&gt;Is that new song out on sale&lt;br /&gt;I think that dress is kinda pale&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we disagree&lt;br /&gt;My heart sings to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'm always anxious when we kiss on me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tire of understanding me&lt;br /&gt;Being with you makes me feel so safe&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if we go out of town&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if we sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;Basta't kayakap ka ay okey&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;A whole week would be fine&lt;br /&gt;A whole month would be fine&lt;br /&gt;A whole year would be fine&lt;br /&gt;A decade would fine&lt;br /&gt;A century would be fine&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine time (4x)&lt;br /&gt;Forever would be fine. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112246422380600118?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112246422380600118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112246422380600118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112246422380600118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112246422380600118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/4-kawen-may-co-shrimp-hahaha.html' title='4 kawen, may co-shrimp :) hahaha'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112243182086998321</id><published>2005-07-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T19:39:08.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the HOURS</title><content type='html'>(special thanks to kawen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;"A woman's whole life, in a single day, just one day, and in that day, her whole life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Brown&lt;br /&gt;"It would be wonderful to say you regreted. It would be easy. What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is...it was death. I chose life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;"So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And, of course, there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment - right then."&lt;br /&gt;"That is what we do. That is what people do. They stay alive for each other."&lt;br /&gt;"Why is everything wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds &amp; expectations, to burst open &amp; give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so...There she is with another hour before her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i depresd or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112243182086998321?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112243182086998321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112243182086998321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112243182086998321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112243182086998321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/hours.html' title='the HOURS'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112238663793541356</id><published>2005-07-26T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T07:03:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how come u don't kol me anymore?</title><content type='html'>But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we regret it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take life to find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappintment and sadness. -p. 69, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112238663793541356?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112238663793541356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112238663793541356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112238663793541356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112238663793541356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-come-u-dont-kol-me-anymore.html' title='how come u don&apos;t kol me anymore?'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112238642919290111</id><published>2005-07-26T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T19:52:25.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATC quotes wid hirits</title><content type='html'>Carrie: I wanted a man who'd commit, not a man who was committed. Apparently we have to be more specific. (patama sa akin to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: It's hard to find people who will love you no matter what. I found three of them.(kawen, jan, felai) ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous. (fave gasgas SATC quote ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away. (an fx ride away kamo, o bka Ikot ride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. And I don't think that love is here in this expensive suite in this lovely hotel in Paris. (yep, not in dis bedroom in taytay... naah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I'm not home, but my shoes are. Leave them a message. (helow felai. helow jan. msta bah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I'll always think of him fondly. As an asshole.(hahaha. tga-mapua ba to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big: It took me a really long time to get here, but I'm here. Carrie, you're the one.&lt;br /&gt;(rommel! mis n kta! wg ka nang bmlik ng netherlands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they're supposed to run wild until they find someone -- just as wild -- to run with. (korek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big: After a while, you just want to be with the one who makes you laugh. (cnu ba pngtatawanan ko? hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends. (huhuhu! mgonline taung lhat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun, then you grow up and learn to be cautious; you could break a bone, or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there is no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary? (how UPian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I've done the merry-go-round. I've been through the revolving doors. I feel like I've met somebody I can stand still with for a minute. And don't you want to stand still with me? (pucha, found him, lost him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you are to become who you will be. (kya ba me other woman?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I admit it's tempting to wish for the perfect boss, the perfect parent, or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we've been dealt, and accessorize what we've got.(hayyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Can you get to your future if your past is present? (koi!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Maybe it's time that I stop being so angry.(over what)&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Yeah, but what would you do with all your free time? (onga nman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: You can all get over over your fear of looking like the bad guy, and have the uncomfortable "break-up conversation," because here is what...avoiding that, is what makes you the bad guy. (hmmm... tga-feu ba toh? clue: nkabraces dati at mhlig sa polvoron)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112238642919290111?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112238642919290111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112238642919290111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112238642919290111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112238642919290111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/satc-quotes-wid-hirits.html' title='SATC quotes wid hirits'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112230781124844712</id><published>2005-07-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:10:11.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>olopyu</title><content type='html'>pxnxa na po. ndi ako mrunong s mga codes ek-ek na yan kya d ko po kaya pgandahin ang aking blog. ang alm ko lng ay mgpost, mgedit ng post, mgcoment at mgdelet ng post. amfnes.sa mga gs2 2mulong, cntact me pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slmat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngkakagulo na ang pilipinas, e2 pa inaatupag ko. wateva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112230781124844712?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112230781124844712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112230781124844712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112230781124844712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112230781124844712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/olopyu.html' title='olopyu'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112229742156360215</id><published>2005-07-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T06:23:38.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LSSssssssssss</title><content type='html'>napipikon na ako. can't stop singing! aaaarrrggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top ten hits na kinakanta ko sa banyo(random nga lang, gulo noh...)&lt;br /&gt;1) harder to breathe (maroon5) to the tune of we belong together (mariah carey) and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;2) fine time (eraserheads)&lt;br /&gt;3) jeepney (spongecola)&lt;br /&gt;4) tell me wher it hurts (mymp version)&lt;br /&gt;5) UP naming mahal&lt;br /&gt;6) gasolina (daddy yankee)&lt;br /&gt;7) first love (utada hikaru)&lt;br /&gt;8) hallelujiah (UP rep version... hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;9) drop it like it's hot (pharell &amp; snoop dogg)&lt;br /&gt;10)cutterpillow (eraserheads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112229742156360215?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112229742156360215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112229742156360215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112229742156360215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112229742156360215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/lssssssssssss.html' title='LSSssssssssss'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112228161247113372</id><published>2005-07-25T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:53:32.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONA</title><content type='html'>aminin ko, ang SONA sa taong ito ang pnkahnintay ko s buhay ko. i must admit, ngaun ko tlgang damang-dama ang pggng public ad student ko, lalu't mrming kntrobersya s bansa (at sa ncpag?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro pucha, 23 minutes lang ang itinagal ng talumpati, at swerte kong ndi ako rquird mgsulat ng paper dhil as in wla akong nkuha s mga sinabi nia. take note, ndi ako slow, pro khit paulit-ulit kong i-digest ang mga sinabi nia, wla tlga akong mkuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanga lang ba ako kaya d ko na-gets ang mga plano nia pra s bayan? sa pg-endorso nia sa kongreso na simulan na ang pgdedebate ukol sa ChaCha, integrated n b dun ung pgsagot nia s lhat ng isyu 2nkol sa kanya? awtomatiko na bang mdadagdagan ang mga klasrum at pabahay pra s mhihirap? bkit 2 sentences lang ang ginugol ukol sa edukasyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbi ni chichi, okei na dw ung maikling speech kesa ung mhaba na puro buladas. pro ndi rin e. mxadong bitin 2ng isang to... ibg sbhin ba, ChaCha na ang lulutos sa lhat ng prblma ntin... o bka nman d nia lang ngng trip sbhin ang mga plano nia s bayan? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabobobo na ata ako kaka-commute papntang cainta... nkakalog mxado utak ko :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112228161247113372?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112228161247113372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112228161247113372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112228161247113372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112228161247113372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/sona.html' title='SONA'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112227139223544215</id><published>2005-07-24T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:03:12.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang unang kantang tinanong mo sa akin</title><content type='html'>Stranded&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Paige &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it only breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;To see you standing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Alone waiting there for me to come back&lt;br /&gt;I'm too afraid to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's coming over you&lt;br /&gt;Like it's coming over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm crashing like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;That drags me out to sea&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Crashing like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Stranded&lt;br /&gt;Stranded&lt;br /&gt;Stranded&lt;br /&gt;So baby come back to me [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;So baby come back to me [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;These tears are turning me to rust&lt;br /&gt;I know you're waiting there for me to come back&lt;br /&gt;I'm too afraid to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's coming over you&lt;br /&gt;Like it's coming over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm crashing like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;That drags me out to sea&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Crashing like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Stranded&lt;br /&gt;It's coming over you [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;It's coming over me [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;It's coming over you [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm stranded&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;So come back&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;Drags me out to sea&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;You want to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Crashing like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Stranded&lt;br /&gt;It's coming over you [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;It's coming over me [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;It's coming over you [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby come back to me [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;So baby come back to me [Stranded]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming over you&lt;br /&gt;Coming over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;So baby come back to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112227139223544215?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112227139223544215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112227139223544215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227139223544215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227139223544215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/ang-unang-kantang-tinanong-mo-sa-akin.html' title='ang unang kantang tinanong mo sa akin'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112227130344713081</id><published>2005-07-24T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:01:43.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>pipz, sori kung fina-flood ko blog ko. sbrang mgulo utak ko e :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bilib ako s mga taong kayang magmaintain ng blog na maayos. ung ndi on a whim ngpopost na agad. ung nag-iisip bgo mgsulat. hay buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan and felai, i miss u both :) ayon nga kay rap, wish you were here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112227130344713081?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112227130344713081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112227130344713081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227130344713081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227130344713081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/sadness_25.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112227117221600572</id><published>2005-07-24T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:59:32.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for sugar &amp; mikko</title><content type='html'>"We Belong Together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;When I said I didn't love you so&lt;br /&gt;I should have held on tight&lt;br /&gt;I never should've let you go&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know nothing&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;I was foolish&lt;br /&gt;I was lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have fathomed that I would ever&lt;br /&gt;Be without your love&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here beside myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I didn't know me&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;I never felt&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Now that I don't&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Or have your touch and kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;To have you lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;Right here, 'cause baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When you left&lt;br /&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;When you are on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Womack's on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Singing to me&lt;br /&gt;'If you think you're lonely now'&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;This is too deep, too deep&lt;br /&gt;I gotta change the station&lt;br /&gt;So I turn the dial&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch a break&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear Babyface&lt;br /&gt;I only think of you&lt;br /&gt;And it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep it together&lt;br /&gt;But I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing things&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;The pain reflected in this song&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even half of what&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Need you back in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When you left&lt;br /&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112227117221600572?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112227117221600572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112227117221600572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227117221600572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227117221600572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-sugar-mikko.html' title='for sugar &amp; mikko'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112227107306332950</id><published>2005-07-24T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:57:53.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fine time ng e'heads</title><content type='html'>hindi pa ko nalalasing kahit kelan. pero kagabi, daig ko pa ata ang umubos ng isang Gin tubig sa pagkalango ko sa saya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanay na akong kinakantahan niya tuwing tumatawag siya (which by the way ay ndi na ganun kadalas ngayong mga panahong ito). pro iba kagabi e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagtatampo kasi ako dahil akala ko nagtatago na siya. i was getting ballistic. kala ko pa nga, wakas na ng aming maliligayang araw. un pala, hindi lang nakapagcharge ng fone ang payatot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weneweiz, pinatulan niya naman ang kadramahan ko. buti nga at nonworking holiday ngaun kaya nakapagpuyat siya. jamming session ng manila bus sa terrace nila kagabi. hayyy. ang sarap pala talaga 'pag kinakantahan ka. tipong harana :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napapansin kong nagiging korni ata ako, pro para sa isang emotionally unstable person like me, sbrang nakakahimatay talaga ung kantahan over the fone. take note, ngdeclare pa ang mokong ng aming official love song... Fine Time :) wateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first song, jeepney. halos maiyak nga ako. tangna kc, iba naalala ko sa kantang yun. lam nman ni payatot un, pro sumige pa rin. amfness. basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plgay ko sa pgtulog ko knina, nkaplaster pa rin ang ngiti ko. pro ngaun, back to reality na. hihintayin ko n lng txt nia s akin mmyang gbi. andun kc sa bhay nila si gf ngaun. at alm ko kung anung gngwa nla ryt dis moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112227107306332950?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112227107306332950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112227107306332950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227107306332950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227107306332950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/fine-time-ng-eheads.html' title='fine time ng e&apos;heads'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112221691637024698</id><published>2005-07-24T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T07:55:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>english1 mode</title><content type='html'>Fam Fiction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Characteristics of the ideal Filipino family:&lt;br /&gt; X Mother and Father live together under one roof with children (everybody on polite speaking terms)&lt;br /&gt; X Owns a house (with humongous wooden fork and spoon hanging on the main door, Chivas Regal empty bottles displayed side by side with angel figurines in the China cabinet, Christ the King image facing wall tapestry of dogs playing billiards)&lt;br /&gt; X Owns at least one pet (dog, cat, fish, cockroach, hair lice, pesky distant relatives)&lt;br /&gt; X Owns some means of physical transport (car, bicycle, skater rubber shoes, salbabida)&lt;br /&gt; X Family members participate in normal activities, follow normal career paths, develop normal personas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I therefore conclude from the following requisites that my family is not normal. And I’m perfectly happy about it.&lt;br /&gt; My mama and dad, though not openly estranged, have not seen each other for 13 years now; but they still celebrate their wedding anniversary through Hallmark cards. The polite speaking terms part is applicable, if one would consider cussing or talking in booming voices a normal part of conversation. We have rented the same apartment since I was in Grade 1, we do not hang our wooden utensils set, a figurine from my 18th birthday cake stands beside my brother’s UP diploma inside the China cabinet, and our carved Sacred Heart of Jesus faces the main door. Pets, excluding the relatives and cockroaches, seem to opt for the afterlife rather than stay alive with the Perezes. We do own a Scooby van (a brand new secondhand L300, which is actually a clan vehicle) and I still have my salbabida;  but since nobody has used Pinky the Heron for a decade, I think it does not count. &lt;br /&gt; Oh, and about the whole normal persona thing, allow me to digress a little.&lt;br /&gt; I see my family as protagonists in the stories in the different books on my shelf. Seemingly unrelated, yet totally connected. Mama gets to play Jessica Zafra (of Twisted), Kuya Miki (eldest sibling) is Howard Roark (The Fountainhead), and Kuya Batch fits the Old King/Alchemist role (The Alchemist). So where’s Dad? Like the sonnet in Jose Garcia Villa’s concrete poem, The Emperor’s New Sonnet, we shall pretend that he is actually here in this essay so as to maintain peace and avoid stress. And since I have not yet decided on whose character I want to align myself with, I would just proceed to describing my wickedly lovable family members.&lt;br /&gt; Hmmm, why does Mama get to play Jessica Zafra? Well, aside from the ubiquitous eyeglasses and the fact that Mama is a Zafra book-fanatic, they may both be summed up in one word – TWISTED. And yes, they are both non-fictional – too good to be true! Both Miss Zafra and Mama were bred in exclusive schools (Ms. Zafra in STC, Mama in PWU) which explains the slightly(?) elitist views spiced with masa wit. They are both harsh tv and movie critics, and obsessive-compulsive (Jessica arranges her earrings alphabetically, Mama organizes her Legion of Mary papers almost nightly). Jessica gets LAS (last album syndrome) with Sting, Mama gets LSS (last song syndrome) with “I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing”. Technologically-updated, they are not; and both prefer eating out over cooking. Both women hate dingy places for their CRs, but both admit that such places offer the most delectable dishes at cheapest prices. And yes, both go the extra mile to care for their feet, because “if the feet are the windows to the soul, then my soul is dead” (Zafra, 1996). These are only few of the little things that my Mama shares with the legendary non-fiction writer. But what I would like to highlight is the fact that both women want to achieve world domination. How? Jessica Zafra, through herself; Mama through me.&lt;br /&gt; If Mama is Jessica Zafra, there is undeniably no other character parallel to my Kuya Miki than Howard Roark. Reading The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand’s bestselling novel on existentialism, made me realize that what makes my brother irritating are the same qualities which endear him to me. As a man who does not care what others think or expect of him, Howard Roark goes on with his life with nothing but dignity in his pocket. Nevermind the unfinished schooling, million-dollar architectural project offers, and losing the only person who mattered to him; Roark is content on doing what he loves to do, no matter what the cost. For the longest time, it appeared to me that my brother had made a lot of wrong turns in his life: the unfinished schooling, the early marriage. Yet after falling in love with Roark, I ended up understanding my brother’s seemingly unwise choices. My brother, rebellious and proud as misconceived by other people, actually made the wisest decision by being true to himself. Kuya Miki, like Roark, may have hurt a lot of people because of deviance, but I love him since uniqueness and opposition makes a man human. &lt;br /&gt; I must apologize for the premature launching of sentimentality. Such tearjerking admissions have been originally reserved for the description of my Kuya Batch as the Old King/Alchemist in Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist. Not because my brother appears and disappears in the most unusual places as unusual objects or omens, nor is he obsessed with creating the Philosopher’s Stone (though he has a degree in Philosophy); my brother is actually “The Purpose Driven Life” in flesh and blood. But what struck me most about the mentioned characters is their power to inspire someone to realize his purpose in life – his Personal Legend. My brother, by having a clear idea of what he wants to achieve in the future, opens a world of endless opportunities for me. Like Santiago, the novel’s protagonist, I often think that it will be difficult to fulfill one’s dreams. But like the old king and the alchemist, Kuya Batch always tells me that “when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it” (Coelho). I have been fortunate to have someone as inspiring my Kuya Batch, an Urim and Thummim  one text message away.&lt;br /&gt; So, where am I in this stack of books? Maybe I ought to be The Fountainhead’s Dominique Francon who was told that “... love is exception-making. When you were in love you’d want to be broken, trampled, ordered, dominated because that’s the impossible, the inconceivable for you in your relations with people...”. Or Fatima, who believed that “one is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”  Should I be Scout Finch, the intelligent and outspoken heroine and narrator in Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird? But much as I want to be different and romantic and brave, I am just a tenacious little girl who wants to make a little difference in other people’s lives. I choose to be Phoebe Hazel Caulfield, of J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, whose tantrums, fictional stories, and listening skills beat the hell out of Holden and made him want to be a better person. By being sincere, persistent, and accessible, Phoebe gave his messed up kuya a sense of direction and belongingness. And that for me is ASTIG personified – knowing that I have altered positively the life of people around me.&lt;br /&gt; My family is not normal, they are a stack of books of different genre. Humorous, philosophical, inspirational – seemingly unrelated but totally connected. My family is a library of wisdom and strength, and I would not trade them for anything in the world. It took me a while before accepting the fact that mine is an un-normal family, but it took me only 5 fictional characters to be happy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112221691637024698?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112221691637024698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112221691637024698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112221691637024698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112221691637024698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/english1-mode.html' title='english1 mode'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112221682194487484</id><published>2005-07-24T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T07:53:41.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a year too late</title><content type='html'>Gail Wynand (of The Fountainhead) sed sumthin 2 d efect dat we nid sumthin tangible, usualy a mterial thing, 2 remind us dat a rlationshp rili existd, kc usuali aftr a rlatnshp, wla nang naiiwan a cncrete. so e2, ung isa sa mga nasulat ko nung depresd mode ako abt dis tym last year. rap, dis one's 4 u :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diksyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahuhuhu... bitin&lt;br /&gt;Akin n lang... feb14 souvenir&lt;br /&gt;Alarm... oras n pra lambingin c yanyan&lt;br /&gt;Amazing... kisspert&lt;br /&gt;Anlabo lababo... di mgkaintindihan&lt;br /&gt;Ano... nanghahamon&lt;br /&gt;Anong oras pasok mo... absent n tyo&lt;br /&gt;Ano sa 'yo... sana mura lang orderin nito&lt;br /&gt;Antok... kiss mo naman ako&lt;br /&gt;Ate... kamalditahan-buster&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw... (tignan ang 'wala na')&lt;br /&gt;Baby brother... totoy&lt;br /&gt;Blanket... raprap pamikon #1&lt;br /&gt;Box... lahat na nasa akin&lt;br /&gt;Buddy... siopao ni grace&lt;br /&gt;Bulaklak... theme song&lt;br /&gt;Carmela... tanghalian&lt;br /&gt;Chippy... basted&lt;br /&gt;Chuva... nakalimutan sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;Dikya... isang nilalang n kakaiba pumalupot&lt;br /&gt;Dingy... wagi dito&lt;br /&gt;Dismayado... it's not about the size, it's about performance&lt;br /&gt;Dito ka... d ako mk2log&lt;br /&gt;Eheheheh... caught off-guard sa joke&lt;br /&gt;Feeling... kapal-mukha&lt;br /&gt;Footlong... d ako ngsswa s u&lt;br /&gt;G. Tolentino... off-limits&lt;br /&gt;Globe... kami nahhh&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper... corny na joke&lt;br /&gt;Growth... the ex&lt;br /&gt;Haayyy... sarkastikong pagbabasa ng txt msgs&lt;br /&gt;Harrel hunnie... luvlyf chikador/ksabwat&lt;br /&gt;Heh, magtigil ka... di kinayang mga ideya&lt;br /&gt;Helicopter... wedding night&lt;br /&gt;Hi... sasabihin kay kuya kapag nahuli&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nga... d mtanggap n pgkatalo&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmp... hair-flipping ala Ping Lacson&lt;br /&gt;Ilan to... pansinin mo nman ako&lt;br /&gt;Iloveu... gusto ko ng libreng hapunan&lt;br /&gt;Implying... pgdaan-daan sa Bridal Fair, Dangwa o Blue Magic&lt;br /&gt;Jon... sneaky&lt;br /&gt;Kaw na bahala... sana masarp orderin mo para sa akin&lt;br /&gt;Kama... introspection venue&lt;br /&gt;Kanila... d Ilocano collection&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Rogers... galante&lt;br /&gt;Kinarir... niligawang-hindi, pinagpapakyutan&lt;br /&gt;Kiss kow... la n tyo pera kya kis n lng&lt;br /&gt;Kuya... taong pipikot&lt;br /&gt;Lamig... yakapin mo ako&lt;br /&gt;Landlady/lord... top intimacy buster&lt;br /&gt;Lagi na lang... sintomas ng pagkapikon&lt;br /&gt;Mashakit, ahuhuhuhhh... kagat sa labi&lt;br /&gt;Memories... numero unong crime-of-passion provoker&lt;br /&gt;Misu... punta ka dito at ilibre mo ako&lt;br /&gt;Mojos... bgyan mo kong tym 2 prepare&lt;br /&gt;Napaka, napaka... superlative degree ng kahit ano&lt;br /&gt;Nilalamok... uwi ka na&lt;br /&gt;Oist... nagpapatext&lt;br /&gt;Okay lang... punta ka d2 asap&lt;br /&gt;Okay nga e... mag-mini ka palagi&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohhhhh... visualizing raunchy ideas&lt;br /&gt;Palagay mo sasagutin kita... keln k b mgppropose?&lt;br /&gt;Patatas... the ex?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Artadi...  selos-provoker #2&lt;br /&gt;Preciousss... raprap :)&lt;br /&gt;Plish... paghingi ng kiss dahil nabitin&lt;br /&gt;Polvoron... kiss naman tayo&lt;br /&gt;Rrrrrrrr... kaka-gigil na legs&lt;br /&gt;Ruler... sukatin ntin&lt;br /&gt;Saan... ur place or mine?&lt;br /&gt;Safari... fave moment&lt;br /&gt;Sapakan na... walang asaran sa buhok&lt;br /&gt;Shy... ptayin ntin ilaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt; Slurp, slurp &gt;... kiss&lt;br /&gt;Sori... uulitin ko pa 2ng pg-iinarte&lt;br /&gt;Special Occasion... okasyong dapat mag-thong&lt;br /&gt;Sundae... kadamutan&lt;br /&gt;Talaga... in love ka pala?&lt;br /&gt;Tama na plis... non-stop human videoke&lt;br /&gt;Tampotampo... inarte&lt;br /&gt;Tatlong beses... alukan time&lt;br /&gt;Teaser... yanyan&lt;br /&gt;Tuwang-tuwa, tuwang-tuwa... gigil na gigil&lt;br /&gt;Toothbrush... priceless 1st gift&lt;br /&gt;Trademark move... (secret)&lt;br /&gt;Two words... Roxas Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;TV guy... si Bidz&lt;br /&gt;UP excuse... puro n lang katalinuhan&lt;br /&gt;Vaseline... d n ako mkkpsok ni2&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaahhhh... windang to the nth power&lt;br /&gt;Wala na... pagdidisperse sa mga manliligaw&lt;br /&gt;Washa, dedo... mangyayari sa mampipikon&lt;br /&gt;Wavelength... pareho tayo matalino&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang ba... oo, yun lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112221682194487484?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112221682194487484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112221682194487484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112221682194487484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112221682194487484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/year-too-late.html' title='a year too late'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112228399116642561</id><published>2005-07-19T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T02:33:11.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DGF</title><content type='html'>7th Diliman Governance Forum &lt;br /&gt;July 19, 2005 @ the NCPAG Assembly Hall&lt;br /&gt;1-5 PM&lt;br /&gt;Metropolitan Governance: In the Pink of Health or On the Brink of Collapse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakers: MMDA Chair Bayani Fernando, Mayor Jejomar Binay, Atty. Joey Lina, Madame Imelda Marcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended by 350+ guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project heads: ralph degollacion, diane perez, g.h. ambat, jaz rey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sponsored by: NCPAG, NCPAG student council, NCPAG alumni association, United Nations Development Program, Center for Local and Regional Governance,Association of Schools of Public Administration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS and THANKS to my repapips hu helped make the 7th Diliman Governance Forum extrmely successful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ralphy baby... bro, ur da man! my co-proj head. astig ka man! hapi bday :) sa uulitin!&lt;br /&gt;-ate g.h. (arrogance) ambat... cngrats. uv lorded it over imelda marcos. hahaha. galing mo!&lt;br /&gt;-ate jaz... slmat. indeed a diehard SC members. ahloveyah.&lt;br /&gt;-dean alex brilliantes... dean, isa kang hulog ng langit!&lt;br /&gt;-NCPAG, ASPAP,CLRG, NCPAG-AA, UNDP... tnx 4 believing in dia project enuf 2 finance it. next sem uli ha?&lt;br /&gt;-jen... sa pagkunsinti sa garndiose plan namin ni ralph na mg-DGF sa ncpag week. and for loving me khit lokaloka ako sa pag-ibig.&lt;br /&gt;-niño... 4 d tarp/poster design na gnwa mo. isa kang henyo :)&lt;br /&gt;-michi... sa pgsalubong at pgentertain sa VIP speakers ntin.&lt;br /&gt;-JB... na ngpakaladkad sa akin ptungong Philcoa pra kunin ang snacks 4 350 guests&lt;br /&gt;-sofie... sa pg-asikaso sa reg table at certificates&lt;br /&gt;-marl... sa pggawa ng flyers, primer at pgasikaso sa documentation at posting of pub mats&lt;br /&gt;-elaine... sa pgtulong sa DGF sa gtna ng intriga&lt;br /&gt;-ate mich... sa pgtulong khit half-day lang&lt;br /&gt;-buddy des... sa pgmmhal at pxnxa, sa pggng ex-officio council nang taos sa puso&lt;br /&gt;-CHUM!!! my everdear khate dela paz... sa lhat ng tulong sa konseho khit nasakripisyo na ang iyong acads, luvlyf, kasalapian, other orgs, pati si Andoy the car... sa pgpapaxnxa at pgkunsinti sa akin at pgpapatulog sa bahay mo for 1 hul wik&lt;br /&gt;-sa SCAC volunteers... mrmi pa tayong pgsasamahan. sna my fulfilment kau sa pgtulong sa kolehiyo&lt;br /&gt;-sa SPEAKERS (bayani fernando, imelda marcos, jejomar binay, joey lina) for gracing d event wid ur present and expertise. mabuhay kayo!&lt;br /&gt;-sa mga profs na ngrequire ng s2dnts na mg-atend... tnx po&lt;br /&gt;-sa mga estudyante ng PUP, UST, UP at iba pang attendees from LGUs and NGAs... slmat slmat slmat. sna p2loy pa ang pgtangkilik ninyo sa aming mga proyekto&lt;br /&gt;-sa mga Donors?sponsors... sa pgshare ng inyong blessings sa amin!&lt;br /&gt;-sa mga magulang ng Konseho... sa pg-intindi sa aming mga gastos at pangangailangang maglagi sa NCPAG upang mglingkod&lt;br /&gt;-sa Alumni... sa p2loy n pgkilala sa responsibilidad sa Pamantasan&lt;br /&gt;-kay Archie ni Marl... sa wlang humpay na suporta sa konseho at pgaalaga sa baby namin&lt;br /&gt;-Chinnie the Batirply... sa pgsuporta&lt;br /&gt;-sa aming mga inspirasyon (uyyyy)... slmat slmat&lt;br /&gt;-sa mga gurong p2loy na naniniwala sa kakayahan at commitment ng Council... slmat po&lt;br /&gt;-kay Jen ulit... d best Chairperson ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;-sa lalaking ndi kaylanman mggng akin... kuntento na ko s gn2, sna d ka muna mgsawa sa pgkanta sa akin ng Jeepney&lt;br /&gt;-Kuya Batch... na ngpapaiyak sa akin pg mg-isa ako 2wing naiicp kong mlayo xa at d nia nkikita ang mga naa-achieve ko&lt;br /&gt;-kay Mama... na nagmmhal sa akin s kbila ng mga kapalpakan ko at humiling na sna Olongapo na lang ang bagyuhin kesa ang QC pra mgng ok ang NCPAG week, at ngNobena pra sa DGF&lt;br /&gt;-kay LORD at MAMA MARY na bnbgyan ang konseho ng mga pgsubok pra lalung iprove s lhat na kaya namin tuparin ang aming mga ipinangako :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112228399116642561?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112228399116642561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112228399116642561' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112228399116642561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112228399116642561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/dgf.html' title='DGF'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112227019561222648</id><published>2005-07-17T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:43:15.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gutom</title><content type='html'>Kinain ang mga sinabi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung literal lang siguro ‘to, hindi na malamang ako magugutom habambuhay. Paano naman kasi, andaming beses na ako nagbitaw ng mga salita, only to find out na later in life (read: a month later) ay babawiin ko rin pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko nitong May lang, kausap ko sa phone ang lalaking itago natin sa pangalang Bubuli. Ang naturang lalake ay nag-o-offer sa akin na maging other woman/number 2/kerida/significant one-third niya. Wow, honored ako sabi ko. Imagine, sa dami ng babaeng nagpa-plantsa n buhok sa U-Belt, ako na isang hamak na Iska ang napili niya! Swerte ko naman! Hahahaha! Anyway highway, the offer was tempting (minahal ko rin naman a few years back ang hitad) pero I had to turn it down dahil quoting myself… “I am too intelligent to be your other woman”. Taray davah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the past flashback, I had also reiterated na kasama sa philosophies in life ko as a matured, angas, independent woman that “the club is not a good place to meet someone na makaka-relasyon”. O di ba? Kaya nga mega-supladang-akala-mo-maganda mode ako lagi pagna-night out ako dahil keber lang ako sa mga naglipanang kalbo. Bah, a (wo)man of my stature won’t make payag to fall for some jologacious bo-kal lang no! puhleez lang ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well papel, pinagtripan na naman ako ng tadhana (what a safe way of looking at my kagagahan). Too put it bluntly, nilamon ko ang mga kinain ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, I met this guy somewhere in Eastwood (oo na, sa Basement… how jologs). I was enjoying my night, complete with Chum and Skin White freebies. So ayun, sayaw lang, kebs sa mga hitad sa palagid. And out of the blue, sumulpot ‘tong guy na ‘to. But of course, ndi ko lam how he looked like because nasa likod ko. Anyway, hindi naman touchy sa hinayaan ko lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon, eto na nga ako, other woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko siya, gusto niya ako. Wala kaming plano. Kung magkikita, magkikita. Kung makakahanp ng signal, tatawag. Kung may load, magtetext. 'Pag may oras, tatambay. Bawal ang iloveu, lalu na ang ma-inlove. Bawal ang usapang seryoso. Kantahan lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naikwento ko na ito ng ilang milyong beses sa barkada ko, pero hanggang ngayon, di ko pa rin maipaliwanag bakit ako nasisiyahan sa mga pangyayari. As usual, di ko na naman pinapagana ang utak ko. Pero wala na akong pakialam, masaya ako e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga gustong i-untog ako sa pader dahil sa ginagawa kong ito, wag na kayo magsayang ng oras dahil hindi rin eepekto. Sira na ata ulo ko e...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112227019561222648?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112227019561222648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112227019561222648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227019561222648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112227019561222648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/gutom.html' title='gutom'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112263070705414610</id><published>2005-07-09T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T03:03:00.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSER</title><content type='html'>Memorable Quotes from CLOSER&lt;br /&gt;Larry: I know who you are. I love you. I love everything about you that hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: I'll pay you. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: I don't need your money. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: You have my money. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: [impersonating a woman in a chatroom] DDW: wait have 2 type with 1 hand am cumming right now... ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoohohooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo+_*&amp;^%$£!£$%&amp;*&amp;*^%&amp;^%$££D!$%^&amp;**&amp;**&amp;&amp;*12303894848575us7sjc7d78s87o/s878usuiu7sbom/ &lt;br /&gt;Larry: DOC9: was it good? &lt;br /&gt;Dan: DDW: no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: We do everything that people who have sex do! &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Do you enjoy sucking him off? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Yes! &lt;br /&gt;Larry: You like his cock? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: I love it! &lt;br /&gt;Larry: You like him coming in your face? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Yes! &lt;br /&gt;Larry: What does it taste like? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: It tastes like you but sweeter! &lt;br /&gt;Larry: That's the spirit. Thank you. Thank you for your honesty. Now fuck off and die, you fucked up slag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: Why is the sex so important? &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Because I'm a fucking caveman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: I'm Larry, the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Hello, doctor Larry. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Feel free to call me The Sultan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Didn't fancy my sandwiches? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Don't eat fish. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Why not? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Fish piss in the sea. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: So do children. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Don't eat children either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: It's not safe out there. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Oh, and it's safe in here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[last lines] &lt;br /&gt;Customs Officer: Welcome back, Miss Jones. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: I love you, and I need a piss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: I fell in love with her, Alice. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Oh, as if you had no choice? There's a moment, there's always a moment, ?I can do this, I can give into this, or I can resist it?, and I don't know when your moment was, but I bet there was one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Yes, I've seen her naked. No, I did not fuck her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Oh, by the way, Dan... &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Yes? &lt;br /&gt;Larry: ?I did sleep with Alice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Tell me your name. &lt;br /&gt;[throws down a note] &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Thank you. My name is Jane. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: No, not that, your real name. &lt;br /&gt;[throws down another note] &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Thank you. My name is Jane. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Your real name! Tell me your real name! I know your name is Alice! Throws down the rest of his money &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Thank you. My real name is regular, old, plain Jane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: What's your work? &lt;br /&gt;Dan: I'm sort of... journalist. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: What sort? &lt;br /&gt;Dan: I write obituaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Who was your last boyfriend? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: My husband. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Was he English? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Very. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: I don't kiss strange men. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Neither do I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: I'm sorry you're... &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Don't say it! Don't you fucking say you're too good for me. I am, but don't say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: I want Anna back. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: She's made her choice. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: I owe you an apology. I fell in love with her. My intention was not to make you suffer. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: So where's the apology? Ya cunt. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: I apologize. If you love her you'll let her go so she can be happy. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: She doesn't want to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Everybody wants to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I don't love you anymore. Goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: This will hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off... but it's better if you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Alice, tell me something that's true. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Lying's the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - but it's better if you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: [speaking to Anna] You'd be my whore. And in return I will pay you with your liberty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: What were you doing in New York? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: You know... &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Well no, I don't. What, were you studying? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Stripping. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: [Dan looks shocked] Look at your little eyes... &lt;br /&gt;Dan: I can't see my little eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Dan, I lied to you. I really did fuck Alice. I'm sorry I had to tell you, but I'm just not big enough to forgive you, Buster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: When I get back, please tell me the truth. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Why? &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Because I'm addicted to it. Because without it, we're animals. Trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: At six, we stand round the computer and read the next day's page, make final changes, put in a few euphemisms to amuse ourselves... &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Such as? &lt;br /&gt;Dan: ?He was a convivial fellow? - meaning he was an alcoholic. ?He valued his privacy? - gay. ?He enjoyed his privacy? - raging queen. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: What would my euphemism be? &lt;br /&gt;Dan: She was... disarming. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: That's not a euphemism. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Yes, it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: [on a photography exhibit] What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone... But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: I'm the big fat lier's boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: [with a smirk] Bastard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: So you're Anna's boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: A princess *can* kiss a toad. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Frog. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Toad. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Frog. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Toad. Frog. Lobster. They're all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: So Anna tell me your bloke wrote a book. Any good? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Of course. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: It's about you isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Some of me. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Oh? What did he leave out? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: The truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: So, he's a dermatologist. Can you get more boring than that? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Obituarist? &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Failed novelist, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I'm not a whore. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: I wouldn't pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: There's a girl out there who calls herself Venus, what's her real name? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Pluto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: You think love it simple. You think the heart is like a diagram. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: You've ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: Don't stop loving me. I can see it draining out of you. It's me, remember? It was a stupid thing to do and it meant nothing. If you love me enough, you'll forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: You don't know the first thing about love, because you don't understand compromise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: You still pissing about on the net? &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Not recently. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: I wanted to kill you. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: I thought you wanted to fuck me. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Don't get lippy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Why didn't you just tell me the second I walked through the door? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: I was scared. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: You're a coward, you spoiled bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: You've ruined my life. &lt;br /&gt;Anna: You'll get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[as Alice strips for Larry] &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Are you flirting with me? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Are you allowed to flirt with me? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Sure. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Really? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: No, I'm not. I'm breaking all the rules. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: You're mocking me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Why isn't love enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Are you leaving me? Because of this? Why? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Dan. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Cupid? He's our joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Did you do it here? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: No. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Why not? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Do you wish we did? &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Just tell me the truth. &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Yes, we did it here. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Where? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: [points] There. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: On this? We had our first fuck on this. Did you think of me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: I've been hit before. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: Not by me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Do you have any children? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: No. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Would you like some? &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Yes, but not today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Is it because she's successful? &lt;br /&gt;Dan: No. It's because... she doesn't need me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: You came to, you focused on me, you said, Hello, stranger. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: What a FLOOZY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: You think because you don't love us, or desire us, or even like us, you think you've won. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: It's not a war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: I don't want trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: I'm not trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Anna: You're taken. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: I've got to see you. &lt;br /&gt;Anna: Tough. &lt;br /&gt;Dan: You... KISSED me! &lt;br /&gt;Anna: What are you - TWELVE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: What's so great about the truth? Try lying for a change, it's the currency of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[first lines] &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Hello, stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: What does your cunt taste like? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Look at your little eyes... &lt;br /&gt;Dan: I can't see my little eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[each commenting on the other's lover] &lt;br /&gt;Larry: He's very pretty. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: She's... very tall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: What were you doing in New York? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: You know... &lt;br /&gt;Dan: Well, no, I don't. What were you... studying? &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Stripping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: You shouldn't smoke. &lt;br /&gt;Alice: Fuck off. &lt;br /&gt;Larry: I'm a doctor. I'm supposed to say things like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112263070705414610?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112263070705414610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112263070705414610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112263070705414610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112263070705414610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/closer.html' title='CLOSER'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112300281745668896</id><published>2005-06-30T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:13:37.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sa lahat</title><content type='html'>may mga pgkakataong kampante ang isang tao na  kaya niang mbuhay nang mg-isa. ung kaya niang ngumiti s pg-iisip lang s knyang buhay, n kntrolado nia ang buhay nia at wla xang dpat ktakutan dhl mliwanag ang bukas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sna mngyari un s buhay ko. ung pwd kong gwin lhat ng ninanais ko. ung pgkauwi ko mula sanman, mkk2log n ako agd ng mhmbing. ung d sasama ang loob ko dhl my naninira s akn. d ako tnutubuan ng kung anu-ano. at d ko iisipin n baluktot ang buhay ko dhil lang cnsbi ng lipunan n d ako dpat gnun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pxnxa s mga taong lagi kong iniistorbo. s mga d ko pnpansin. s mga lagi kong iniisip. s mga npgsusupladahan ko. s mga inutangan ko. s mga binola ko. kung pwd lang, yoko muna kaung mkita lhat. gs2 ko kaung takasan. gs2 kong harapin ang srili ko. pro panu nga b? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mxado n akong mtnda pra s angst n ito. pro ndi ko lam bkit nttakot akong tumanda ng mg-isa. at nttakot ding tumanda ng may ksma. ndi ko lam anu bang nangyyri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112300281745668896?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112300281745668896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112300281745668896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112300281745668896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112300281745668896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/07/sa-lahat.html' title='sa lahat'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-111685360688228519</id><published>2005-05-23T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T02:58:45.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malacanang 2</title><content type='html'>*khit gwapo c ****, d n pwd p2lan bcoz he's married *ndi all-encompassing ang LAHAT. pg bdtrip s lhat c Boss, ndi ako ksma dun :) *kpg nkakita ng 2 gwapo guyz near Lyka's, ang dpat gwin ay tumingin ky chichi, at sbay kaung mgsbi ng "wow" *cguraduhing msaya ang araw ni Ma'am Nidia nang d mbulyawan pgdting mula s Solano *mgkaugali s eating habits &amp; food preference c mama ko at c jen. sobra! *kpg intern ka pa lng, evry1's trying either 2 set u up wid der sons and/or convincing u 2 apply in the Dept as u graduate. pro wg ka, pgdting ng 2006, d k n mttndaan ng mga yan! *nkaka-miss n ang libreng pa-canton s Mabini :( *mainit man ang ulo ng ROCS Dir, isi-share nia pa rin baon niang giniling s inyo during lunch @ d conference room *wen ur alone in ur room hbng brownout at umuulan, bmli s tndahan ng kandila't posporo nang mka-tiempo ng gwapong kalbo... harhar *hbng agitated lht ng tao s DBM (ksma ako), bglang mgtetxt c ultimate crush xplaining n n-block ang globe sim nia kya d xa nkpgtxt ng 2 weeks... hayyyy. pare, pa-kiss! *nkabubuti ang pg-usapan c Sec Boncodin near her office. imajin, bgla dw b xang sumipot wearing pink! hahahaha... speaking of the _____ *depression is healed as one hears Candy Shop and Disco Inferno. kung gs2 nman mbadtrip, pkinggan ung new single ni rob thomas. ricky martin, kaw b yan? *ingat s pgllakad ksma c cheri, takaw-away ang babaeng yan! *look and act busy kpg may confidential meeting s Director's office pra kunwari kebs ka s pnguusapan nla *tied for 1st place cna Ate Pet &amp;amp; Ate Labadabadoo as Sungit Queen *load up on water pra pg inalok ni Boss ng raspberry juice, d k cnungaling pg cnbi mong "d po ako nauuhaw, tnx n lng po" *msma kumain ng Lechsilog ng Go2bong arw-arw. grrr. no choice *mg-internet ng ptakas hbng ngpnta s GSIS ang Boss... gaya ngaun! *immune n ako s jokes ni jen. mhinhin pa rin c jr. d ko n nkikita cna jermy, mike, larah. c kreng, sa sun sim ko lagi ngtetxt. marbz, d dream is over 4 U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-111685360688228519?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/111685360688228519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=111685360688228519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/111685360688228519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/111685360688228519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/05/malacanang-2.html' title='malacanang 2'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-111510220625515368</id><published>2005-05-02T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:50:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Malacañang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*bald boylets r gwapo&lt;br /&gt;*NOT all bald boylets r gwapo. yikes!&lt;br /&gt;*walkin alone along Concepcion Aguila @ 11pm s s2pidly brave. yet txtin wyl walking s bravely s2pid. &amp; i njoy it a lot! haha&lt;br /&gt;*xchange bad words wid d Laundromat woman. den melt her wid ur smile d nxt encounter!&lt;br /&gt;*an anonymous txtr hu claims 2 b a gorgeous Bedan is Ramel Ferreras. Bliv me.&lt;br /&gt;*truck drivers drivin along Lacson always make pa-cute to DBM interns insyd a taxi bound 2 nagtahan @ 10pm&lt;br /&gt;*life widout my exorbitant cassette s worthles&lt;br /&gt;*daily taho fix helps in faster jebs movt&lt;br /&gt;*thou shal not stay home alone wid ur guy frend, esp wen a bed is nearby. as in NVER!&lt;br /&gt;*kapal-muks pays off. RILI. just w8 for our pic wid DBM Sec Boncodin. hehe&lt;br /&gt;*wen u liv wid a Muslim, u convert 2 Muslim mode evry meal time (no pork)&lt;br /&gt;*wen u liv wid a Muslim, u get 2 ocasionali tempt her 2 vsit st. jude &amp;amp; hold hands 4 d Our Father. hehe&lt;br /&gt;*riding d LRT2 alone makes 1 ballistic. dats y i havnt tried it yet. hehe&lt;br /&gt;*walkin from Arcache to Mabini meks evry1 tired (esp aftr 12 hrs of work) but hapi - goofin around wid frends is worthles!!!&lt;br /&gt;*luv ur frenz fiercely, evn if it means stealin a Malacanang memo 4 der org :)&lt;br /&gt;*it s posible dat nobody gets hungry in DBM!!! antaba ko na! wah!&lt;br /&gt;*Dir Lauzon's driver has a superiority cmplex enuf 2 make George Bush cringe.there4, one has no choice but 2 employ deliberate rudeness in dealin wid him. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;*an ultim8ly genuine smile comes wen u acidentaly c ur ex's gf (she doesn't know u know her) wearin a zipped-up black jaket, yelow visor, handbag &amp; clamdiggers wyl u luk strait frm bed... and u realize uv bin stupid 4 1 year thinkin she's prettier &amp;amp; smarter dan u r. cruel, but refreshing :)&lt;br /&gt;*it is truly amusin 2 watch ur frend's Usec of a father dance d Bop It wid ur esteemed Bureau Director&lt;br /&gt;*CHERRY AMULAN s unprecedented. KAREN FRANCISCO s ethereal. JERMY TABUZO s overachieving. MARBIDA MARBIDA s unbelivable. JR DAYAO s amusing.JEN TUAZON is THE BEST:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-111510220625515368?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/111510220625515368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=111510220625515368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/111510220625515368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/111510220625515368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2005/05/lessons-from-malacaang.html' title='Lessons from Malacañang'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112300304981686278</id><published>2004-09-29T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:24:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things u shud know by now... 20th bday mode</title><content type='html'>1) all time fave must-try carinderia&lt;br /&gt;dish anywhere: TAPSILOG&lt;br /&gt;2) most recent accomplishment: 18&lt;br /&gt;panties on an undie hanger for Jane&lt;br /&gt;3) so addicting bookmarked friendster:&lt;br /&gt;GENECA&lt;br /&gt;4) last cause of adrenaline rush:&lt;br /&gt;SUGARFREE album launch @ CSWCD&lt;br /&gt;5) fave spur of d moment decision:&lt;br /&gt;istokwa to VICTOR's sa TIP-Mla&lt;br /&gt;6) newfound talent: SNORTING ala sandra&lt;br /&gt;bullock! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;7) eureka moment of d month: cracking&lt;br /&gt;sum1 else's friendster password! hehe&lt;br /&gt;8) lifetime Patroness: St. Therese of&lt;br /&gt;Lisieux&lt;br /&gt;9) dilemma of the sem: magdadala ba ng&lt;br /&gt;payong o hndi?&lt;br /&gt;10)most gasgas excuse: 'im too hapi i am&lt;br /&gt;able 2 afford d luxury of thinking abt him'&lt;br /&gt;11)die-hard henna tattoo design on&lt;br /&gt;peklat: jap character for love&lt;br /&gt;12)most anticipated dress-up&lt;br /&gt;opportunity: VALERIE's debut in nov&lt;br /&gt;13)last astig movie seen wid friends:&lt;br /&gt;wotahhh! Kill Bill 2, @ the FI&lt;br /&gt;14)fave retailer: Sophie's GREAT&lt;br /&gt;BASEMENT SNACK CHAIR!&lt;br /&gt;15)fave oohlala scent on blockmate:&lt;br /&gt;WATERMELON CRUSH on crystal jalasco&lt;br /&gt;16)recently-acquired wound: barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;cut ff Quiapo, 2nd lane, northbound&lt;br /&gt;17)kilig-est sunken garden memory:&lt;br /&gt;DESTINO 2004&lt;br /&gt;18)starstruck feeling captured on film:&lt;br /&gt;wid TESSA PRIETO-VALDES aftr CLUB69&lt;br /&gt;19)fave smiley: THE ONE WITH BRACES&lt;br /&gt;20)thought that keeps me moving: MAMA in&lt;br /&gt;her CMG glass slippers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112300304981686278?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112300304981686278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112300304981686278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112300304981686278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112300304981686278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2004/09/20-things-u-shud-know-by-now-20th-bday.html' title='20 things u shud know by now... 20th bday mode'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612408.post-112300291981433518</id><published>2004-09-09T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:24:11.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for me. from me</title><content type='html'>PARA SA IYO...&lt;br /&gt;-na naniniwalang nakawawala ng problema ang banana cue&lt;br /&gt;-nangungulila sa litrato ni Paul Artadi sa 2003 Cosmo Hunks ish&lt;br /&gt;-kinahiligan ng tumahol kapag gabi&lt;br /&gt;-hindi alam kung sino ang kakampihan kina Galt, Rearden at Frisco&lt;br /&gt;-gustong mag-Eastwood sa Sabado&lt;br /&gt;-nahuhumaling sa bag na gawa sa funchum&lt;br /&gt;-nagwapuhan sa isang Koreano sa Divisoria&lt;br /&gt;-talo pa ang Pep sa magiging get-up sa Linggo&lt;br /&gt;-nagpapakalunod sa Silka Green Papaya Soap&lt;br /&gt;-henyo sa pangso-stalk at pag-ko-codename&lt;br /&gt;-hindi pa bayad sa MRH board &amp; lodging&lt;br /&gt;-patay na patay sa isang pares ng platforms sa Mendrez&lt;br /&gt;-bigo sa pangarap makanood ng Muziklaban ngayong gabi&lt;br /&gt;-nambo-boycott sa Ate Paning's kasama ni Jan&lt;br /&gt;-laging sumisigaw ng "I'M IN LOVE"&lt;br /&gt;-nasugatan ng perdible sa kaliwang binti&lt;br /&gt;-hindi mapigilang mag-browse sa page ni Bukilkil&lt;br /&gt;-marunong gumawa ng Dreamcatcher using 2 undies and a hanger&lt;br /&gt;-nagkaroon na ng lakas ng loob na kumain muli ng Safari&lt;br /&gt;-napipikon sa mga taong mahilig mag-post exam analysis&lt;br /&gt;-eksperto sa pagtulog the night before a major exam&lt;br /&gt;-ang LSS ay Girlfriend by B2K&lt;br /&gt;-walang direksyon ang buong sem OC sa pagbili ng bluebooks&lt;br /&gt;-gusto ng umuwi at makatabi ang nanay sa kama&lt;br /&gt;-ipapadry clean na sina Miko, Dynez at Kawenchicken&lt;br /&gt;-mahilig sabihan ang sarili ng "yayan, shlip" &lt;br /&gt;-laging napapatiran ng transparent bra straps&lt;br /&gt;AT&lt;br /&gt;patuloy na umaasang babalik pa ang lalakeng mahilig sa Slurpee at polvoron&lt;br /&gt;smooches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITAAS MO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612408-112300291981433518?l=tulogista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/feeds/112300291981433518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612408&amp;postID=112300291981433518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112300291981433518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612408/posts/default/112300291981433518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulogista.blogspot.com/2004/09/for-me-from-me.html' title='for me. from me'/><author><name>tulogista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07886870629904215413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://aces.tabulas.com/forsythia/tulogista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
