<?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-9099361</id><updated>2011-09-04T12:33:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiro-san's pad </title><subtitle type='html'>"Want my world?... ya got it"

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112892244451323089</id><published>2005-10-10T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:34:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't realize sooner that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the answer has been 'a' all along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112892244451323089?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112892244451323089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112892244451323089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112892244451323089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112892244451323089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-didnt-realize-sooner-that.html' title='i didn&apos;t realize sooner that...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112831389530815463</id><published>2005-10-01T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:21:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help me Joe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i find myself enveloped in a blinding fog that instills uncertainty on those who are in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to my senses that it's not just a crush and that i can't take my eyes off her... not long ago, i saw her garbed in a nice ensemble for an event... people noticed that i wuzn't looking nor glancing at her - i wuz gazing at her for several times... made a small confession to sum people close to me and they told me that they've actually seen it coming ever since they saw us in our first few occasions of talking with each other... but the thing is... we hardly go out or even talk to each other, but there is just this something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a lit firecracker that faked itself to be un-explosive, a recent flame from the past has finally re-emerged from nowhere and has now sent her regards regards to me. think i've mentioned her a few times in this blog.. sembreak's nearing and i realized that i promised to her that we'll hit the beach as soon as she's done for the semester... we never had a formal relationship but we never really "broke up"... it wuz jst circumstance that a distance grew between us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;there's this person whom my friend hooked me up with... and so far I've only been on a first date (in which I wuz reluctant at first) with her but so far things are great... and as of yet, in comparison to the other two, she's the one showering me with the most attention... i managed to get over one of her trivial features (which is the fact that she looks like someone from my past) but i have to settle my doubts about her being a flirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i think i may be a fickle-minded person as well... such hypocrisy then if that's the case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;well, i brought this upon myself but of course i'm the only one who can get me out of this mess... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;maybe it's hard to conclude this dilemma given the recency and quasi-simultaneity of these events...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;any advice will be greatly appreciated, although it's still all up to me on what course of action to take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112831389530815463?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112831389530815463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112831389530815463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112831389530815463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112831389530815463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-me-joe.html' title='help me Joe...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112792446760522182</id><published>2005-09-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:21:09.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bon ensemble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tomorrow we're gonna give our friend his much needed makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TAKE NOTE: MUCH NEEDED MAKEOVER) No, I'm not gay whoever would think I am.. *sheesh*... and it's not as if we forced him to do so, he just realized that he has to shift from the "gangsta" look to a more mature, casual look. his girlfriend also wanted him to change his look and of course, the first few people he'd look up to would be "Boy Branded" (a friend of mine who always wants a popular brand to be part of his fashion arsenal hehehe) and yours truly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... back when i wuz in high school, wuz this wimpy-looking-thin-geeky-and-very-short dude... hehe surprise to  my former batchmates in high school and much surprise to  new acquaintances and friends who never thought that i looked that way back then... well, in our batch, it's not just me... there's also this friend of mine who wuz once thought of as a "big tibo" due to her looks; but now she ain't fat anymore; now she's P.H.A.T.! and, actually there were also other interesting surprises that i have yet to personally witness hahaha ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112792446760522182?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112792446760522182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112792446760522182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112792446760522182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112792446760522182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/09/bon-ensemble.html' title='bon ensemble'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112662863257954642</id><published>2005-09-14T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:23:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waf! (wat a friend!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;two weeks ago, i headed off to magallanes (around 8 am) and played ball with 7 of my kabarkadas. prior to that, i only had around two hours of people and as u guessed, i wuz uber exhausted after the game(s). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;come lunch time, we were about to head home when my friend thought of an impromptu gimik.... to ATC! i thought that we might as well go there since we were near south super already. unfortunately the trip wasn't worth the trouble since no one among us had enough money to go shopping! we ended up just taking a cr break there and had a li'l stroll in that place. saucy ha? hilamos lang sa atc pa! :D then we checked out the other mall nearby, in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when the clock struck 5 pm, all of us agreed that it wuz time to go home. all of us were damn tired and were about to doze off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(gist of the conversation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J1: p're kakapagod, 'naantok na ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J2: oi oi walang matutulog! si hiro la rin tulog pero nagddrive pa! walang matutulog ha?!? ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a few minutes later, along alabang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M: oi oi! bakit natutulog na c &lt;j2&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: naghihilik pa nga ata eh hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J1: huy gising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M: all for one, one for all ha?!? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;along south super...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M: zzzz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J1: zzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;S: zzzz......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J: (whispers) oist picture an natin mga loko tulog na tulog eh hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J: (chuckles) si J1 mukhang convict! si S mukha rin convict! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: hoy, kelangan ko ng kapehhhh.... mauubos na rin gas kooohhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for a trip wherein we hardly had enuf sleep and the toll fee costed more than what we actually ate at the mall, wuz fun!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112662863257954642?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112662863257954642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112662863257954642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112662863257954642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112662863257954642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/09/waf-wat-friend.html' title='waf! (wat a friend!)'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112239304427061369</id><published>2005-07-28T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T03:03:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversations to the beats of senti music....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last night as my tropa and i went off to katip, i wuz expecting another money and time burner at blueskies. But interestingly enuf, as we were on our way there, the conversation shifted from sheer 'katarantaduhan' to how each of us are actually dealing with our significant others (girlfriend, girlet, nililigawan, whichever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuz expecting a flurry of 'bastos' jokes, but our laughter toned down as we listened to one of us blurt out things that we didn't expect him to say so. it's not that he is madly in love with his gurl (due to complex circumstances related to her). It's more of the reason why he wanted to spend time with her despite risks involved in going out with her. The gist wuz that it would really make him happy if he wuz able to help the gurl get out of watever mess that she's in; and that instead of being just there for physicality's sake, he'd feel a great sense of accomplishment if he's able to help her set a better direction in life. &lt;paradigm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things: 1) I'd say amen to that. If only there wuz a way for us guys to possibly see a gurl (immediately) in her worst and still manage to have enough reason and dedication to like/love her. (If you can't handle the hassle stuff in relation to her, then i think it's time you reconsider your committment towards that other. i don't think anyone would disagree to that)  2) altho, it's a bit too early for him to say such things; well, i think he's aware that they are not an 'item' yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/paradigm&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my age, i have come to a realization that the 'nice character' of someone may just be the tip of the iceberg. I'm not saying that its' bad but anyone can be nice, really. Anyone can be sweet, thoughtful, caring or what have you given certain motivations. Maybe we oughtta shift from that (which is 'i like her coz she's nice and sweet') to the question of whether we can appreciate the real him/her or not. It's best to ask yourself if you can see something beyond the hot looks of that gurl that you met in a bar and is constantly going out with you after, or if you can honestly tell your woman that she's beautiful even when she looks like hell coz of stress or she's sick, or if you can be sure that you really like that someone not just because she likes you in the first place. And I had to learn that hard way. Well I think everybody else does; and it's all part of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;paradigm&gt;And that i think would greatly help in making whatever relationship or 'thing' that we have last. And we ought to see such as challenges, not as burdens. And i'd go further by saying that good things are indeed great, but they will most likely dissipate in the face of crises; and problems are what really give us ample opportunities for growth. And the fact of the matter is that it tastes even sweeter when we triumph over such hurdles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(To be edited.* admittedly i don't think my entry tonight makes sense)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/paradigm&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112239304427061369?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112239304427061369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112239304427061369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112239304427061369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112239304427061369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/07/conversations-to-beats-of-senti-music.html' title='conversations to the beats of senti music....'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112189265550105644</id><published>2005-07-21T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T04:50:55.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unsent letter to some bball playmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;if i may have come off as a very arrogant person, well, my apologies. Maybe i just got used to my village peeps who are quite straightforward when it comes to mistakes or faults in playing ball. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batak kasi sa tournament ika nga&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seryoso lahat, kaya minsan pati coach o kapwa player pagsasabihan ung nagkakamali. &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, with the STRAINers it's a different scenario. Have to be a bit careful with you say (hence, effective feedback). But then again, a bball playmate to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ld me that there's nothing wrong with being frank about things when it comes to the game. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung nasa varsity sila, di sila magtatagal kasi mga coach naninigaw talaga mga yan, &lt;/span&gt;a friend of mine said. Actually in our village, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;we sometimes to scold someone during a game (of course not to the extent of dehumanizing the person involved), but after that, everything's fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;We even hang out sumwhere afterwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;coz it's part of the game. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang konting panggugulang parte din ng laro&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;konting trash talk, pati konting sigawan &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well of course so that the other teammates can hear him when he's calling plays&lt;/span&gt;). i for one: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hinihiritan nila na hindi papasok perimeter shots ko or tres but i just don't let it get to me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be critical coz i'm not yet convinced that you guys can secure a spot in the top three. sayang ung quota, mahal din un. kung 5 games lang para sa binayaran niyo sayang talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112189265550105644?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112189265550105644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112189265550105644' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112189265550105644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112189265550105644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/07/unsent-letter-to-some-bball-playmates.html' title='unsent letter to some bball playmates'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112145241884628499</id><published>2005-07-16T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T02:33:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone has to testify this for me hahahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffa5b2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Part Passionate Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/passionate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is about all about following your urges&lt;br /&gt;                            If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story&lt;br /&gt;                            You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses&lt;br /&gt;                            A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffa5b2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Part Expert Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/expert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;                            You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;                            And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;                            When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112145241884628499?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112145241884628499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112145241884628499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112145241884628499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112145241884628499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/07/someone-has-to-testify-this-for-me.html' title='someone has to testify this for me hahahaha!'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112136502100162867</id><published>2005-07-15T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T02:17:01.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrambling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Nihongo class this Sat will put my language proficiency to test. I'm fine with speaking my native tongue but when it comes to the alphabet (which happens to come in three forms - hiragana, katakana, kanji / Chinese characters), well, good luck! What's really difficult is that there are some letters that look almost identical which make things really really confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should count myself lucky since i still have lots of spare time to memorize all the stuff. My classmates are gonna have trouble since they have work or upcoming exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112136502100162867?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112136502100162867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112136502100162867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112136502100162867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112136502100162867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/07/scrambling.html' title='scrambling...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112136467817437108</id><published>2005-07-15T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T04:30:23.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tinge of arrogance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Warning: if u'r not a basketball afficionado, it's better not to read this or u'll be bored with this entry. =) I don't care if this piece of information goes to the object of my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRAINers wanted to join the Gilette Vector Basketball Cup and formed a team consisting of mostly Ateneo / STRAINS alumni. They asked me if i wanted to join but i wuz a bit reluctant. In the meantime, they were setting skeds for practice during Wednesdays/ Thurdays and Saturdays and i brought my village barkada to challenge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: 4-0, Village Tropa vs. STRAINers. Games held at their home court / turf but we managed to pull off every win, given the relatively small lineup. the record wouldn't really matter, but what's quite interesting is all the talk behind the basketball stuff. Some stuff worth mentioning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Suggesting the STRAINers to go against my village playmates as their "sparring partners." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Magagaling mga yan?' -- &lt;/span&gt;didn't sound quite well for me, as well as for my village troops. it sounded like we were underestimated. So, i invited my village barkada and a 15-year old baller, went to marikina and won by a big lead. to me, u don't ask if we're good, we'll just see it when we play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Kaya na namin yun (not the exact phrase but that's the gist)'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dre texted and told me that he dropped by AdMU and visited the STRAINS team. Informed one of them that there are lotsa issues but it seems that he wouldn't admit it (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dre texted,'Transition pa lang, talo na'&lt;/span&gt;). Texted back and told him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Well we played ball with them after u left. Mejo di sanay sa court pero panalo uli kami ng tropa ko.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Raising the tempo of the game.&lt;br /&gt;Suggested to go on a bet with us coz the fee for the court usage is quite expensive (250 per hour for a junior sized court; 500 for 2 hours). Well another reason is to raise the game of the STRAINers. But then many STRAINers complained that by doing that, things might get dirty. Well, they're the ones who actually played dirty. But setting that aside, i read sumthin that says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'pustahan na lang ng puso at karangalan...'&lt;/span&gt; --- WTF?!? Quite a unique statement. (The fact of the matter is both are always on the line when u play ball actually; u don't have to bet it!) One of my friends said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Kung ganun din lang, e di nawalan na pala cla ng puso ng karangalan at di pa nila nababawi yun hehehehe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: sorry, i wouldn't wanna waste 800 bucks and an additional 500+ to join a team who can't guarantee or even have the chances of winning. (Well, wala rin ako pera pambayad mwehehehehe) i'm tired of hearing the saying after the games in the previous tournaments that i've joined, "oks lang yan, wat's important is that we enjoyed and everyone got to play." if that's the case, might as well spend it on some other things and still be able to play ball for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112136467817437108?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112136467817437108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112136467817437108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112136467817437108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112136467817437108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/07/tinge-of-arrogance.html' title='a tinge of arrogance...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-112015541815497539</id><published>2005-07-01T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:16:58.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joys and pains of dependence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being unable to get a job, my mom, out of pity, agreed to give me a monthly allowance starting the first week of june. wuz hesitant at first, but it didn't take long before i spent the next days enjoying the "graces" bestowed upon me. yep, i've been spending the weekends goin out with my village barkada, meetin new people, partyin lke there's no tomorrow and arrivin home the next morning. the joys of havin moolah and lotsa spare time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i admit it's a lotta fun... but then again, all of these would just pinpoint to the fact that i'm not a bit ready yet to stand on my own. i'm still under the wings of my parents and really, i feel like a parasite, who's gaining so much at their expense... i picture myself having a sign on top of me that says "kid" coz my mom still thinks of me as one; and unless i have total control of my life (and decisions), i wouldn't "grow up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i oughta change this template. been looking for a template with a 'rainy days' theme but all of 'em are too gloomy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another: i should really follow-up on gettin a dual citizenship. grrrrr, it should've been fixed a long time ago so that i wudn't have ended up being unproductive for the past few months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-112015541815497539?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/112015541815497539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=112015541815497539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112015541815497539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/112015541815497539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/07/joys-and-pains-of-dependence.html' title='the joys and pains of dependence'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111962873629545321</id><published>2005-06-24T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:59:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yokata...</title><content type='html'>zenshuu, anata wa genki nai. anata no influenza wa totemo wazuwarashii desu. boku wa kizukashita... sendo text messages, demo touben nai desu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuz anxious until an acquaintance told me that ur doin' fine now. yokata na. at least the only thing that u have to worry about is law school. whew... that almost scared the shit outta me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111962873629545321?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111962873629545321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111962873629545321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111962873629545321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111962873629545321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/06/yokata.html' title='yokata...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111911557105354027</id><published>2005-06-19T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T01:32:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>showbiz item....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"kayo ba?" ---&gt; how the hell am i supposed to answer this question??? i couldn't utter a proper response when people ask me this coz i'm not exactly sure where i am standing in terms of "civil status". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111911557105354027?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111911557105354027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111911557105354027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111911557105354027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111911557105354027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/06/showbiz-item.html' title='showbiz item....'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111799148305994346</id><published>2005-06-06T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T14:36:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>course of action....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;once again i have to understand... once again i have to be the one to exert extra effort to adjust to the situation for what it's worth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always believed that the key to stuff like these is UNDERSTANDING... without it, adjusting to the other needs would be difficult; failure of relationship wudn't be too improbable... i think as a dude, i have to be... but come to think of it, maybe it's been the cause of my downfalls when it comes to stuff like these... maybe it's the reason why i always end up on the losing side of things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;maybe i ought to have a certain extent of having a firm grip on the situation... but then i'd rather not suppress someone's freedom or watchamacallit coz i don't want it to be done unto me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; the last thing i wanna be is to become an obligation, coz i would want that someone to have the best out of whatever things may come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111799148305994346?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111799148305994346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111799148305994346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111799148305994346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111799148305994346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/06/course-of-action.html' title='course of action....'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111699970930155488</id><published>2005-05-25T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:41:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one reason to hate this summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;sort of a late entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap!!! my trusty digi-cam's messed up! and until then, i and my bro have to borrow a cam from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, bro left the digicam in an airconditioned room and suddenly dozed off. And upon taking the camera out to catch some photos, the gizmo was moistened due to the sudden change to room temperature. (condensation hehehehe) What's worse is that i think the moisture got inside the cam and so, the preview screen got messed up real bad. it had some sort of a pinkish glare if aimed at a well-lit area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, anyone who knows where i can fix a Canon ixy  series digicam?  any tips will be greatly appreciated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i am delaying  my flight to japan  coz  there's this basic nihon-go course offered by Japanese professors who came all the way from Japan (particularly from Kyoto and Kobe). sori mom, additional expenses for u but i think it'd be better to go back there when I am literate enough with the native language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111699970930155488?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111699970930155488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111699970930155488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111699970930155488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111699970930155488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-reason-to-hate-this-summer.html' title='one reason to hate this summer'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111631170773758825</id><published>2005-05-17T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:37:19.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught off-guard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i find it so hard to believe...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know u'd actually say that now...&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't even expecting that u would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm troubled with thoughts of how to go about it...&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm not even sure if u really meant it...&lt;br /&gt;coz there are so much stuff that aren't even clear yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at a loss for words to make a response...&lt;br /&gt;coz maybe i am afraid of such risks involved...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm just making an assumption...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe 'coz i thought u were kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111631170773758825?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111631170773758825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111631170773758825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111631170773758825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111631170773758825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/05/caught-off-guard.html' title='caught off-guard...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111600768572703050</id><published>2005-05-14T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T02:08:05.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>by a stroke of luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;chamba ika nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the lights went out in our village. And what was infuriating about it is that it wasn't raining very hard; so apparently for some weird reason electricity was gone in our place. Anticipating that it'd take darn long before electricity comes back, i changed clothes and went off to katipunan to check mail, chat and surf. I was hoping that i could play starcraft with some of the STRAINers in neo atenes and so i texted to see if they're up for it. Unfortunately, they were in the middle of something (a meeting perhaps) and so i had to wait for them to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom, i went to purchase some cigs and suddenly i saw a familiar face at the entrance of prince david condo. wuz my crush back when i was in 4th year, whom i worked with as a client in a STRAINS' intervention. she hardly knows me, and we've only talked a few times (around twice) via chat after i got her cell number back in april, thanks to a common friend. (weird noh? ngaun ko lang nakuha number niya but it's due to the fact that there's someone - no names =) - who promised to set me up with her but wuz actually helping out another dude; it's like she's (the someone) luring me with a bait but she's not letting me have that bait. grrrr, *roar*) eniwei with a bit of hesitation, i approached her to say 'hi'. she recognized me and interestingly enuf, we had a very long chat from that point onwards. (Note: prior to that, she knows me as the 'dude' from STRAINS, that's it) i even stayed at her unit to help her pack her stuf coz she has a flight today to Europe. and it wuz until 2 am when we finished packing her stuf n i decided to go home na rin. so all in all, maybe the brownout wuz a good thing after all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hep! before u say CBF ako (chics before frends), surprisingly, the STRAINers arrived at neo atenes at around 3 am alredi. had i stayed longer i could've played a couple of games  with 'em. but eniwei there's always a next time for stuff like these hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111600768572703050?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111600768572703050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111600768572703050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111600768572703050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111600768572703050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/05/by-stroke-of-luck.html' title='by a stroke of luck'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111436825457243823</id><published>2005-04-25T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T02:44:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one cup of frustrations, two tablespoons of troubled thoughts and a pinch of discontentment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank God I still have my sanity... these mixed emotions (with their corresponding gravities determined by the measurements) have been bugging me for quite some time... I think this can be a recipe for driving someone nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one cup of frustrations...&lt;/span&gt; I'm starting to think that there is a single prominent reason as to why I'm still jobless even after more than two months of active (well, sort of) jobhunting. And I don't think it  even has got something to do with my competencies  or my  academic ratings / grades (Not to brag, but I think I did quite well during college and I'm proud of my resume). My brother once mentioned that we might have a hard time finding a job here 'coz of our citizenship. And my mentor echoed that same sentiment, which I found out from my former orgmate. I've brushed off the thought that such (my citizenship) has been the sole factor of determining my chances of getting work, but the passing time and numerous applications have started to convince me that it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two tablespoons of troubled thoughts...&lt;/span&gt; which brings me to my thoughts on going back to my homeland to have a better chance of being productive... yes, there's greater chance for living the life (and not just survival) for me there, but I've gotten used to living here. It will be different there, not to mention the fact that I hardly know anyone there except my parents. It may sound corny, but living here has made me into who I am right now. And regrettably, I'm having a feeling of attachment to this place 'coz of the people that I've met here throughout my 17+ years of residence here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a pinch of discontentment...&lt;/span&gt; with that, I feel like I haven't been progressing much ever since I've graduated last October... I see people moving on with their lives and here I am, stuck in where I have been approx. half a year ago... Quoting a dude from a reality show (think it was Average Joe), I feel like I don't know what to do next. I'm like in this race where I have been so focused on the finish line and I have been making a lotta effort to get there. But suddenly that finish line disappears, and I am stuck somewhere along the track, not knowing where to go next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111436825457243823?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111436825457243823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111436825457243823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111436825457243823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111436825457243823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-cup-of-frustrations-two.html' title='one cup of frustrations, two tablespoons of troubled thoughts and a pinch of discontentment...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111350462007227281</id><published>2005-04-15T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:51:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athletic&lt;/b&gt; - Physical fitness is one of your priorities. You find the time to work athletic pursuits into your schedule. You enjoy being active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stylish&lt;/b&gt; - You do not lack for fashion sense. Style matters. You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventurous&lt;/b&gt; - Just sitting around the house is not something that appeals to you. You love to be out trying new things and really experiencing life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventurous&lt;/b&gt; - You are looking for someone who is willing to try new things and experience life to its fullest. You need a companion who encourages you to take risks and do exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athletic&lt;/b&gt; - You aren't looking for a couch potato.  You seek someone who is active and who keeps her body in top shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conservative&lt;/b&gt; - Forget liberals, you need a conservative match. Political discussions interest you, and a conservative will offer the viewpoint you need.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 5px; color: black; background-color: white; width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Athletic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Stylish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Adventurous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;5. Liberal&lt;br /&gt;6. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;7. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;8. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;9. Funny&lt;br /&gt;10. Practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 5px; color: black; background-color: white; width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Adventurous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Athletic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Conservative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Practical&lt;br /&gt;5. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;6. Religious&lt;br /&gt;7. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;8. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;9. Stylish&lt;br /&gt;10. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;Online Dating Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;Dating Diversions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111350462007227281?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111350462007227281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111350462007227281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111350462007227281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111350462007227281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/04/bored.html' title='bored...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111134344283655892</id><published>2005-03-21T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T04:10:38.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i dunno what to say..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i hardly like romantic movies or stories, but there's this one real-life story of what I'd think as authentic love... one of the few times that something has touched my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's an account of a couple separated by geographic locations but still remain close to each other at heart... the limitations set by the physical distance between them is even exacerbated by the fact that the guy is facing more responsibilities and challenges (such as academics) while the gal is fighting for her life... and in the midst of all personal troubles that each one encounters, as cornball as it sounds, love prevailed... despite the odds stacked against them and the fate the girl is about to meet (with the consequence of the guy eventually missing her in the future), the guy still chose to stay and was even willing to cross boundaries just to see her, even for the last time... the guy was there to support her each and every day... until the time when his heaven abruptly had to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didn't seem fair for these perfect couple to go through this, but the guy was very well aware of what's bound to happen... he still took that leap to share with the struggle of the one who he thinks, feels and knows is his greatest love... i'd think that both were lucky and happy to have met, known and loved each other, for at least destiny, fate or time provided the opportunity for their paths to cross each other... and the overall experience of loving his heaven has somehow lessened the hurt from the loss... to quote him, he says, "[she']s in heaven na =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have made their story a bit romanticized... nevertheless, much respect and admiration to the guy (on her behalf too)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111134344283655892?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111134344283655892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111134344283655892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111134344283655892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111134344283655892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dunno-what-to-say.html' title='&quot;i dunno what to say...&quot;'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111125790033791110</id><published>2005-03-20T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T02:45:00.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;lotsa people have been textin me coz i haven't showed up in any gimmick or gatherings lately. thanks for your concern, but i'm just stuck at home doin' nothin and waitin' for even the slightest tinge of hope of "transcending" my bumming phase. and sometimes i'm just too lazy to explain to those who invite me to go out that i can't coz i have to tell them the same excuse over and over again. and that is, i don't have moolah! =( [altho when it comes to a basketball game, count me in hahahaha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to those who're still gettin' spoon-fed (yep, i'm bein' bitter hehehe) with allowance, be thankful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111125790033791110?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111125790033791110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111125790033791110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111125790033791110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111125790033791110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/03/mia.html' title='MIA?'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-111108473782713642</id><published>2005-03-18T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:22:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Second Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: medium none ; margin: 5px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,verdana,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: arial,verdana,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(34, 0, 51); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(68, 102, 221); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(17, 0, 34); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(34, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(255, 17, 51); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(51, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(68, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(85, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(68, 102, 221); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(102, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(51, 68, 187); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(119, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(68, 102, 221); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(136, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(153, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-111108473782713642?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/111108473782713642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=111108473782713642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111108473782713642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/111108473782713642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/03/am-i_18.html' title='am i?'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110969870109009452</id><published>2005-03-02T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T01:38:21.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How you call me determines what kind of relationship we have. So if u call me by the nickname:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hero - wrong pronunciation of my current nickname; if u call me by this nickname, most likely we just got acquainted with each other and u'd think  that  I have the same name as that gay guy in Filipino showbiz (harharhar!); but it sounds ayt for me so no harm done =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiro - (current monicker) u'd be my kabarkada, or one of my college peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirosh - ur a female relative (mom, titas, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hiroshi - several things: u'd either be my high school barkada or classmate (who never got used to 'Hiro'), my dad, neighbors, my brudda, or Audrey (one of the few people who ever called me by my real name during college)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiruski/Hiroski - the name that popped out in the ACP list of facilitators back in '02-'03; my YM ID ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirusi - most likely u'd be Misay or one of my other childhood friends (Jenjen, Christine, Bonch - miss u gals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosh - someone started callin' me this back in my second college year; never worked for me tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Roshi - u'd also be one of my childhood friends, this time d' guys (too many to mention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshi - u'd be my elementary schoolmate. dunno how the heck i got this nick but it sounds cute, ryt? dunno if it still fits me now hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110969870109009452?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110969870109009452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110969870109009452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110969870109009452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110969870109009452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/03/aka.html' title='aka'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110952508425133472</id><published>2005-02-28T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T02:19:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of tha month updates =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still job huntin'... and still anxiously waitin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the side note:&lt;br /&gt;- took the exam for Monde Nissin last Sat. i must say, one of the longest exams i've ever had! took us half the day to go through the different tests. just wish that all went well for me! eniwei to my surprise, i met JK (Bagets-Ilog kabarkada), who's also gonna take the exam! just had a li'l chat, coz we were under time pressure. plus she mentioned the bora getaway. kainggit! =( to add: wuz d only guy who wuz takin d exam. dunno if it's supposed to mean sumthin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- met an old friend (actually he's just a village away) on my way to makati on that same day. had a li'l chat, and topic of the conversation wuz mostly about work. waaaaaahhh! dis is the stuff dat old people talk about! on top of that, dre mentioned back then that: "halatang tumatanda na tayo, tumatawa na tayo sa mga sobrang corny na joke eh!" 21 pa lang ako nde pa ko matanda! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kaka-add lang sa akin ng high school barkada ko sa fwenster. told me that s/he's (never really tld me who s/he is, kasi barkada profile yun eh) been lookin for me but to no avail, until recently. they never really got the hang of calling me 'hiro'. had always been hiroshi. hey, good topic for my next entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- why now?!?!?.... a friend's settin' me up with someone who wanna date around. had a crush on dat someone last year, and now i hav the chance! i used to crush her coz she's both smart (yes, intellect is a turn-on for me haha) and pretty/hot/P.H.A.T. (exaj hehe). but alas, no moolah to go out!!!! OH NOOOOOOOO!!! bad timing! wat to do, wat to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- been reading some OD books lately, and cool ung book na hiniram ko kay Lime (returned it already without finishin it tho). learned a lotta new things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if ur an AdMU senior reading this, just wanna say congrats!!! =) sana maging moneyless bum din kau tulad ko harharhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang sabog 'tong entry ko ngaun... bah, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110952508425133472?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110952508425133472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110952508425133472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110952508425133472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110952508425133472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/02/end-of-tha-month-updates.html' title='end of tha month updates =)'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110866324859360567</id><published>2005-02-18T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T02:00:48.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoutouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- crap! one ballah just destroyed (literally) the ring in our basketball court. there goes one of my means to move my bummin' ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- feb 14, kung hei fat choi? didn't even noticed (well, almost) dat 'twuz Hearts Day until d day after hahaha!!! ika nga nina ara n shirls, feb 14's a singles awareness day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- been readin' sum boks lately... yep! even tho i still don't have a job, i'm tryin' to be one productive dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- must kuento! --&gt; this happened the week before, but eniwei, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; pulled a prank on someone. moral of the lesson? after visiting a membership-based site, LOG OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a friend of mine is lookin' for a date, well, a gal who can be more than just a friend ;)... who's up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and still waiting for a call or email from any of the companies that i've given my resume.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got this from my friend Steph =)&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Now post this in your LJ and find out what mine would be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110866324859360567?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110866324859360567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110866324859360567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110866324859360567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110866324859360567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/02/shoutouts.html' title='shoutouts'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110754232007734124</id><published>2005-02-05T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:26:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jst a li'l crush =) (revisited)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jst admirin' her for who she is... or at least an idea of who she is =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;february 13, 2005&lt;br /&gt;that's all there is to it. nothing more. (boo! walang excitement! yun lang? :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110754232007734124?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110754232007734124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110754232007734124' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110754232007734124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110754232007734124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/02/jst-lil-crush-revisited.html' title='jst a li&apos;l crush =) (revisited)'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110745659000847793</id><published>2005-02-04T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T03:02:01.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monologue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;told my mom that i'm gonna stay here for a li'l bit longer... around a year for several reasons... (and i won't go further to cite what the reasons are...............)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;to tell the truth, i really don't feel like stayin' there.. crap, this is what i get for stayin too long here... i admit that i like bein' here despite all the hassles around me, both personal and societal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and i feel like the moment that i start a life of my own there, what i've been tellin' a lotta people is likely gonna come true.. that is, i'll be a bachelor for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;look what happened over the past few months... nuthin' significant... been 3 months since i graduated and i should be workin' ryt now... what am i doing??? i feel like sh!t for not bein a responsible guy that i ought to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... then maybe i should go, coz all i'll be worryin about is a life of my own when i get there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;haaay.... jez hope that the rest of the year won't be as draggin' as it is right now... maybe all of this will change when i get a call from someone who'll give the G's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110745659000847793?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110745659000847793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110745659000847793' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110745659000847793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110745659000847793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/02/monologue.html' title='monologue...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110720181089226299</id><published>2005-02-01T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T04:03:30.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still up and i felt like doin this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Name: Hiroshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Birth date: October 8, 1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Birth place: Ito-shi, Shizuoka-ken, Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Current Location: Quezon City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Eye Color: Dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Hair Color: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Zodiac Sign: Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Your heritage: Japino - half-jap, half-pinoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Shoes you wear today: sandals (tagal na ako nde nagsasapatos kasi nde me nakakalabas ng hauz!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-3 things i did today: surf the net, buy some groceries, prepare lunch/dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Your fears: Heights (yes, i actually do), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Your perfect pizza: all meat, more than 20 inches in diameter, with several types of cheese in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Your most overused phrase on YM: ei ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Your thoughts first waking up: hapon na nman ako nagising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Your best physical feature: eyes? abs? i dunno hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Your bedtime: way beyond midnyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Your most missed memory: beach memories (all of 'em!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Pepsi or Coke: Coke Light (or Sprite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-McDonald's or Burger King: after watchin Supersize Me, neither hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Single or group dates: depends on who i'm datin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Adidas or Nike: nike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Lipton Tea or Nestea: Nestea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Chocolate or vanilla: neither hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-cappuccino or coffee: coffee? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Smoke: nope! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Take showers: wat d hell?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Have a crush(es): as of now, none... think i'm in an oh-so-indifferent-to-have-crushes phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Think you've been in love: of course! who didn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Like(d) high school?: mej... me konting regrets tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Want to get married: i don't mind being single for life... who's up for a bet? joke hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Get motion sickness: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Think you're a health freak: i think i am... (think lang??? hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Get along with your parents: not quite... mej conservative c inay eh ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Like thunderstorms: not rili, i'd rather hav a scorchin weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Play an instrument: frustrated guitar player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Drank alcohol: Yes i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Gone on a date: Nope, cold xmas nights.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Gone to the mall: Yep, but haven't gone shoppin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Been on stage: Yep, props dude... didn't have the charisma to become a stage actor ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Eaten an entire box of Oreos: I wouldn't dare... nde ba nakakaumay yun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Eaten sushi: i think it's a given for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Gone skating: nope, i havent taken out my roller blades in years and i wonder where they are right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Had a tan: last year. and i plan to have one this summer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Dyed your hair: i will never ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Been trashed or extremely intoxicated? yeah.. back when i was 13/14. 'twuz my first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Changed who you were to fit in: Nope... but some thought i did  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Age you hope to be married: If ever (and that's a big if), mid 30's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Children: i dunno, i'll ask my wife-to-be =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Describe your dream wedding: if ever, sa beach shempre or sum island!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-How do you want to die: a quick death, don't wanna go through the agony of being bedridden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-What do you want to be when you grow up: gigolo, joke! wanna work in multilateral institutions like UN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-What place would you most like to visit: the Carribean, Ibiza (yeba!), Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Best eye color?: Dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-best hair color?: Anythin dats natural... highlights would be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Short or long hair: short hair, shorter than shoulder length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Height: hmmm... basta nde ko kaheight (weird noh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she can go as tall as 5'7" or as short as 5'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Best first date location: definitely not the movies! a restaurant with a scenic view (like the ones in the movies. haha! gud luck sa pera!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Articles of clothing: Not too skimpy, not too covered up... y'know wat i mean =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Number of bags I own: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Number of CDs i own: less than 50, lagi akong nagnhihiram hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Number of piercings: none, someone told me i'd look gay if i had a silver accessory on my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Number of tattoos: none, but i wanted to have one a few years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Number of times my name has appeared on the newspaper: never, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Number of things in my past that I regret? well, many but i can only think of 3 right now -- a lifechanging event back in 3rd year high, when i found out that the gal i used to like (as in like like) back in high school also liked me but wuz in a relationship with sum other dude, when i blatantly ditched someone back in December, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110720181089226299?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110720181089226299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110720181089226299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110720181089226299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110720181089226299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-still-up-and-i-felt-like-doin-this.html' title='i&apos;m still up and i felt like doin this'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110693798313947800</id><published>2005-01-29T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T02:46:23.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;just&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post sumthin' substantial next time... i hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110693798313947800?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110693798313947800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110693798313947800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110693798313947800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110693798313947800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/01/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110615716146209602</id><published>2005-01-20T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T01:52:41.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last, a productive day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here's a rundown of what happened today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;watched the first episode of the new season of the American Idol. bwahahaha! laught trip sobra! i even watched the replay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;met dre and revised my resume. I tell ya, the Ateneo format ain't dat gud... makes ur resume look messy.. ang resume dapat presentable coz it's like ur life's work! so i had to go with sum other format and printed a lotta copies... tomorrow job hunt na ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a good friend of mine a favor. mejo hysterical na rin ata siya eh, so i helped her out. told her that i had lotsa free time (and i'm gettin tired of it hahahahaha!) and transcribed a video coverage of sum FGD. well, may konting dough involved. dropped by admu early mornin' to return the videocam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me or may chismis tungkol sa akin??? feeling ko nyahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought bubble(s):&lt;br /&gt;if i get a decent job in the near future, i guess my bum days are finally over... but then... there's this risk of missing out my fave season of the year (summahtime!)... if that happens, i might not get the chance the chill out near the shore, go jetskiin' or islandhoppin'.... ack!!!! hassle sobra kung ganun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110615716146209602?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110615716146209602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110615716146209602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110615716146209602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110615716146209602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/01/at-last-productive-day.html' title='at last, a productive day!'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110548960227295162</id><published>2005-01-12T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T08:26:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why make resolutions when you can't accomplish 'em anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep track:&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 1: can't find a good template&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 2: I have yet to perfect this!&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 3: yes! nagsubmit na rin ng resume(s)&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 4: i doubt this one...&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 5: It's actually given.. I think&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 6: Medyo malabo mangyayari but at least I get to hear sum stuff from my high school 'kada.&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 7: done&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 8: gettin' better with speakin'! the writing? fuhgeddaboutit!&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 9: pag nagawa ang Resolution 3, madali na ito.&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 10: cozi cozi (medyo medyo)&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 11: in a short while... altho parang oks na rin dating hairdo ko eh...&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 12: nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, most are short-term goals. But they're good enough to get me started with greater goals =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110548960227295162?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110548960227295162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110548960227295162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110548960227295162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110548960227295162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/01/breaking-cycle.html' title='Breaking the Cycle'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110548897466629950</id><published>2005-01-12T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T08:17:45.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recounting Year '04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Kinda late to post this entry but ah, eniwei...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, it was much more eventful than '03...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the hassles, the stress and to a certain extent the sadness that I've experienced, 'twas a fine year. At the very least, more significant things happened to me, unlike my quasi-anti-social '03. Right now, I don't think I'd have it in any other way. So I guess my mantra held true for me this year, which is "make the most out of each and every day, as if there'll be no tomorrow." hmmm... sounds like 'magmahal na parang 'alang bukas' hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets. No what ifs. That's how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110548897466629950?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110548897466629950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110548897466629950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110548897466629950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110548897466629950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/01/recounting-year-04.html' title='Recounting Year &apos;04'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110489587006176298</id><published>2005-01-05T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T11:50:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Super outdated na ang blog ko! Haven't posted in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eniwei, now that 2004 has ended, I've set (some) new goals for the year of the rooster (in no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. look for a new blog template, ung beach-y type (shempre!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. workout na "parang walang bukas"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. work! tama na ang pagiging bum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. go with kabarkadas to bora/cebu/bacolod this summer&lt;br /&gt;5. puerto galera! island hopping! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. organize a get-together with high school barkada! except for those closest to me, where are the others?&lt;br /&gt;7. catch up with our barkada's basketball games! sorry 3-4 weeks na ako nde nakakasama!&lt;br /&gt;8. learn how to write Hiragana/Katakana and Kanji! malapit na rin...&lt;br /&gt;9. buy the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy book! oist, bago kayo humirit basahin niyo yun muna, ayt?&lt;br /&gt;10. makipagkaibigan sa mga 5th ASEAN SEP delegates!&lt;br /&gt;11. optional&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; a new hairdo!&lt;br /&gt;12.optional&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; new cellphone? puede rin... not that i badly need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats all for now. ja mata ne! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110489587006176298?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110489587006176298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110489587006176298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110489587006176298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110489587006176298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110298305044928979</id><published>2004-12-14T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T11:12:34.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, it's christmas time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some pics with my orgmates during the caroling gig :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 249px; height: 357px;" alt="The image “file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/Team%20stuff/xmas%20and%20asean/lights%20(edit).JPG” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/Team%20stuff/xmas%20and%20asean/lights%20%28edit%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/Team%20stuff/xmas%20and%20asean/lights2.JPG” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/Team%20stuff/xmas%20and%20asean/lights2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool lights at yra's place in makati... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/Team%20stuff/xmas%20and%20asean/tigas.JPG” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/Team%20stuff/xmas%20and%20asean/tigas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/Team%20stuff/xmas%20and%20asean/hommies.JPG” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/Team%20stuff/xmas%20and%20asean/hommies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling tigas! hahaha! :D and my seatmates in tj's van. yep, they had to bear wid my non-stop blabbering and impersonations (some of which are kinda freaky hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now dat this has become a memory, i'd say dat t'was fun and it helped "warm up" my Xmas :D 11 days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll top this entry off with an excerpt from one of the songs our group sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; There is something special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; About this time of year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; A christmas feeling's everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I just got home to join you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I've been away too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; But now I'm back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; To share my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Friends are reunited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; One big family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Filled with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; To last throughout the year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110298305044928979?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110298305044928979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110298305044928979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110298305044928979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110298305044928979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/12/yes-its-christmas-time.html' title='yes, it&apos;s christmas time...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110234703549858709</id><published>2004-12-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:30:35.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm tired of this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i can't take this crap anymore!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of being a bum! doing nothing has taken its toll on me...&lt;br /&gt;got no dough! kung meron sana okay lang maging bum hehehe... aack! siyempre sakto pa sa Pasko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lotta people say dat i might regret saying this, but i wanna start working soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110234703549858709?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110234703549858709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110234703549858709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110234703549858709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110234703549858709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-tired-of-this.html' title='i&apos;m tired of this!'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110156704008812112</id><published>2004-11-27T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T10:25:43.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think of this as my thesis haha....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"eye-opener ka pala..." -- i recall someone sayin' this wen i talked to her re: a relationship problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's ironic to think dat i'm capable of giving ample advices to other people's dilemmas (particularly in relationships) yet when i am placed in that same situation/position, i tend to falter by showing signs of confusion and weakness (indications of not knowing what to do). pretty inconsistent, huh? But i don't think i'm the only one who's had such experiences. i know some frends who tell me, "y'know wat, it's funny to think that i'm able to give advices to other people when i can't even properly handle my own problems..." um, a case of hypocrisy? i certainly don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feelings.. yep, i would say that they're behind all that confusion and helplessness when a person encounters situations of personal significance, which of course, are not limited to love matters only. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;disclaimer:&gt;&lt;/disclaimer:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when triggered, they make that person lose sight of everything else (well, depending on the gravity of the situation of course. but i wudn't be talkin about small things now, right?). when they come into play, they spar with logic or rationality or watchamacallit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hirap mag-isip yung tao, natataranta,  hindi  alam kung ano (o kung  tama ba) ang gagawin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Not too often everythin else becomes blurry and you're too preoccupied b'coz you can't get your feelings out of your system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and maybe (well, most probably) that explains why people run to their friends or seek professional help(?). anyone who's in trouble is lookin for help from someone who is detached from the dilemma to give an objective or logical view of things. s/he also needs that someone to slap him/her silly and wake up to his/her senses to 'face the music'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, the listener must realize that whatever advice s/he's givin, the troubled might not take heed of those advices. that person might seek help from someone, but still, in the end, s/he wud do wat he thinks or feels is right. so the saying goes, "if u think that wat ur doing is right, then its right (at least for you) and vice-versa..." (i keep on forgetting the person who said this, basta philo stuf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But let me take a major step back, for i never said that wen u follow ur heart (or ur feelings, to be consistent) it automatically leads to disaster.Especially wen it comes down to love and all related things, most people follow what their inner selves push them to do, even if it seems reckless. And results vary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bottom line: feelings are a part of human nature that tend to transcend the bounds of rationality or logic. and it's not as if we can immediately detach ourselves from these emotions. so, guys and gals, wenever a friend is in a heap of trouble, expect dat the person might sound weird, confused or upset. Just keep this in mind wen a frend approaches you: Don't ever expect dat everythin' dat u've said would be acceptable to him/her. Expect dat watever u tell him/her won't do much, coz it's all up to him/her to make a decision on what action to take. No matter how objective, logical or rational ur advice is, ur troubled friend might have a hard time weighing d choices. (So don't get too upset when s/he doesn't do what u think is right. What u can only do is to just hope that whatever she does, it will be good for him/her) But it'd greatly help if u try to comfort ur troubled friend, stay there and help him/her get his/her mind off those things. That way, s/he wud be calm(er) and (more) composed in handling that problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm hopin' dat i'm makin' sense. not a good writer. i'd rather tell this to others, but i felt like posting this anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110156704008812112?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110156704008812112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110156704008812112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110156704008812112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110156704008812112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/think-of-this-as-my-thesis-haha.html' title='think of this as my thesis haha....'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110099030342959538</id><published>2004-11-21T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T11:09:55.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;yesterday could've been another draggin' day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, until i saw the game between the Indiana Pacers and the Detroit Pistons. wuz actually watchin' d replay of that match, which was broadcasted earlier in the morning (i wuz asked to go get some groceries dat tym).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;eniwei, the game (typically) went on until the fourth quarter and i was about to switch to another channel until (holy monkey!!!) i saw this dude (Ron Artest) whacked the 'fro guy (Ben Wallace). and then, fight club mode! on top of that, kasali ang audience! everyone near the players were partakin' in the scene. popcorns were flyin' everywhere, beverages being thrown at the Pacers and so on... and the conflict was so severe that the game was called off (with a minute remaining ata).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/artestbeer.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/inaba/Desktop/STRAINS/artestbeer.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i am a bloodthirsty freak or someone who is fanatically into violence. it's just that surprises like this would make someone say, "heh, dat just made my day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siet, ang babaw ata ng kaligayahan ko! o cguro talagang bored lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110099030342959538?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110099030342959538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110099030342959538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110099030342959538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110099030342959538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/whoa.html' title='whoa!!!'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110078237942345911</id><published>2004-11-18T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T06:15:26.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halp!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*  wanna work out but i can't coz of an injured right wrist (since sat pa)!&lt;br /&gt;* wanna go out wid neighborhood friends but i can't coz most are unavailable (and most are savin' their cash for Xmas)!&lt;br /&gt;*  wanna go shoppin' but i shouldn't! wag muna ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;*  wanna play computer games... but uh, i've played all of 'em already since                             sembreak started!&lt;br /&gt;*  wanna play basketball but i just got off from fever last weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siet, perfect timing for the past few days... i hav so much time alone and i don't like it. really really need to occupy myself with anything just to get those thoughts off my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110078237942345911?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110078237942345911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110078237942345911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110078237942345911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110078237942345911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/halp.html' title='halp!!!'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110056096835801712</id><published>2004-11-16T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T05:42:14.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo na 'to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Cause its all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t keep picturing you with him&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so bad, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t take it yeah I can’t shake it&lt;br /&gt;Nooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day you left&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last breath you took right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;When you said that u would leave&lt;br /&gt;I was too damn stubborn to try to stop you or say anything&lt;br /&gt;But I see clearly now&lt;br /&gt;And this choice I made keep playing in my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Playing my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;I think she’s leaving&lt;br /&gt;Ooh man she’s leaving&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what else to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quite a fool i am...&lt;br /&gt;said dat everythin's okay when it has never been really easy to accept it...&lt;br /&gt;now i wanna take it back....&lt;br /&gt;but i just have to get used to this...&lt;br /&gt;'coz the other thinks it's for the best...&lt;br /&gt;plus i promised never to be a burden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, can we ever be friends?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"how can you assume to be friends with someone when all you think about when you look at her is how much more you really want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110056096835801712?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110056096835801712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110056096835801712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110056096835801712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110056096835801712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/todo-na-to.html' title='Todo na &apos;to...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110052486196078506</id><published>2004-11-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:21:01.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bum's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothin' much to say but give updates on what has recently happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* kate's surprise bash - awww......hehehe nde ko ata kakayanin yun if i were in his shoes.         wish everythin turned out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;* failed plan to go to puerto galera dis weekend - siet! ayaw ata ng beach sa akin!!!&lt;br /&gt;* tv marathon - kung anu-anong palabas pinapanood na&lt;br /&gt;* "epidemic" in the house - everyone's either gettin d sniffles or fever!&lt;br /&gt;* car problem - bangga!!! aaackkk!!! minor lang, pero pansin talaga!!!&lt;br /&gt;* mom's return to tokyo - and i haven't been able to tell her everythin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110052486196078506?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110052486196078506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110052486196078506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110052486196078506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110052486196078506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/bums-life.html' title='a bum&apos;s life'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110039535995307884</id><published>2004-11-14T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:42:11.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are places i remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aack! Call it LSS, but Dave Matthews' "In My Life" is the theme song for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shit happens. And when everything doesn't seem to fall into place, people seek refuge in their special spots in order to gather their thoughts or calm themselves down. (well, i don't think there's someone out there who doesn't) it can be a bedroom, with sound waves rippin' off from the speakers/boom boxes. think of a rocker dude who vents out his angst by playin loud music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have that spot as well. but it's not an enclosed area, it's a actually a hilltop nearby, overlooking the Commonwealth and Fairview area, including the nearby mountains (antipolo?). haha, it doesn't sound like me, but dats "my place." well, it's not as picture-perfect as antipolo's viewing spots, but to me, it's super nice. it's one of the few places that doesn't feel urban to me (watever dat means).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eniwei, to continue, m&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;friends and I started goin' there when i was around 13. girl barkada ito, i mean, guys at my age dat time wudn't go to places like this, i think. and since then, it has become a barkada's secret hideout or sumthin like dat. oftentimes a femme friend asks me to go wid her to the spot and share all her thoughts on things, esp. her relationship(s). There were also occasions when I visit the spot (alone) to just sit down and recollect all the things that have happened (i guess my visits are kinda periodical hahaha). And it kinda became my habit to go there before New Year's Eve, spending ample time with my friends to catch up on things (we hardly see each other coz of acads/work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuz really a nice place until last week. I haven't dropped by for several months (since summer) and so much has changed already. Now, there is this huge house that's obscurin the view, keeping it all to its residents. and people are actually competing for the spaces left in the area. Haaay. guess my respite spot is gone now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Senior's syndrome ba ito? i'd like to think dat it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110039535995307884?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110039535995307884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110039535995307884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110039535995307884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110039535995307884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/there-are-places-i-remember.html' title='There are places i remember...'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110039296146247742</id><published>2004-11-14T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T13:10:09.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meanwhile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;been playin basketball in our friend's (aka anak ni vice mayor/koreano) village for several weeks now and so far, this week was the one i enjoyed the most. i gues it's coz of the fact dat solo namin ung court dun for the whole morning session, but i wud think dat it's more of the "hanging out" in my friend's pad dat wuz worth the trouble of travelin all d way from katipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, every basket naman, tambay palagi dun. kain ng lunch, laro sila ng PS 2 or Xbox or kung ano man, download ng kung anu-ano, nood ng movies, watever. i actually doze off most of the time kasi nakakasawa na rin (wish ko lang minsan umuwi na) hehehehe. but dis week, not much computer stuf, but it's more of chikahan. oh yes, never knew dat these people are actually interested in showbiz or something like dat. (well, may konting basketball o sports din) "Bakla pala yan si ano?," "ah, kaya pala ganun yung movie," "alam mo ba na si ano?" and so on. haha, i was just surprised kasi mga kalaro ko sa mga basketbol ang mga ito at di ko sila kilala in any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eniwei nde ko na kya magtype. my right wrist is kinda injured, and i think it'll take a week to fully recover. (yeouch!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110039296146247742?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110039296146247742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110039296146247742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110039296146247742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110039296146247742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/meanwhile.html' title='meanwhile..'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110020092146768507</id><published>2004-11-12T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T06:12:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts 2 (random ba talaga? hehehe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;An excerpt from a popular tv show: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I created my very own first breakup rule: Destroy all pictures where he looks sexy and you look happy. Breakup rule No. 2: Until emotionally stabilized, enter no stores. Breakup rule No. 3: Never stop thinking about him, even for a moment. because that's the moment he'll appear. And finally, the most important breakup rule: No matter who broke your heart or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends. ---Carrie, from the sitcom SEX AND THE CITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, yeah she's right (esp. number 2 hahahaha!!) but it sounds too Carrie for me. made some additions: 1) work out! at least it will help you release all those frustrations and negative energies! healthy pa kesa uminom! no, seriously, i personally think that it helps coz it will at least make u look better. (queer eye na ba talaga toh?!?) D' more u look better, d' more u feel good about yourself. yes, it does hurt, but don't make ur life too miserable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and 2) got this from my friend, although i dunno if it's effective: cry. cry a lot. cry while thinking about him/her, so that the next time u see him/her, it won't be as painful as it used to be and it won't bring out tears anymore... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Tapos, in connection to this: "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." think i heard this from a woman who used to be mad at me.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it sucks... yeah, sayang coz things didn't work out... but then let me say this: i have no regrets. i took that risk and it so happened dat it worked against me... got in the middle of a mess and took hard blows... did everythin' for what it's worth... but y'know, it's time to get back on my feet, take a deep breath and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;thought bubble pops. mejo nagjjumble up na. Oh yeah, to those who are gonna read this post, yeah, it's what you think. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm not in a relationship anymore. I'm single anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hmmm, i'm on the run... wonder how long i will be posting about stuf in this journal&lt;i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110020092146768507?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110020092146768507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110020092146768507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110020092146768507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110020092146768507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/random-thoughts-2-random-ba-talaga.html' title='Random thoughts 2 (random ba talaga? hehehe)'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110012436859665482</id><published>2004-11-10T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:10:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Okay, it's quite late and i still can't sleep. Sobrang irregular ang tulog ko for the past few weeks! eniwei sumthin just came to me and it kinda inspired me to write about it. i will call this segment "How to Break the News..." this is one of the few times that i'm gonna write about such things, so bear wid me kung mejo magulo hehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paano ko kaya sasabihin sa kanya?"--&gt; the basic question when it comes down to telling someone the bad news or the sad truth. When people ask me this question, i have the tendency to say "Just say it at the right time and the right place." But as you know, a lot of things are easier said than done. this question has never ceased to bug people in their daily encounters with the opposite gender or partner. I would think that even married people find it difficult to say certain truths outright, even if their relationship meant disclosure or transparency or watchamacallit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on what I've seen and experienced (as an adolescent), i think that more women encounter this difficulty than guys do. (Correct me if i'm wrong) Women usually are in this postion when they wanna break up with the guy or when they wanna stop a suitor from continuing further. And since maspabor/kampi ako (as always) sa mga babae, sori dudes, try ko na kunin ito mula sa kanilang POV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you say it? To me, this concern would dwell on the extent to which the girl knows the guy. This would also vary according to the depth of the issue. If the girl knows the guy a lot (e.g. boyfriend, best friend, etc.), it would be a bit (just a tinge) easier for her to say it in such a subtle but clear manner. Kapa niya kasi yung tao, ika nga. Kapag mejo distant ung girl sa guy, which extends to the fact that the girl hardly knows (and appreciates) who the guy is, ibang usapan na ito. The girl is less likely be able to deliberately spell it outright to the guy. a friend of mine tells me that the way to do it is to show some signs first before delivering the final blow. That way 'sanay' na daw si guy sa mga blows na nakukuha niya from the girl. But then again, there are some guys who just don't get a clue or may be plainly stubborn/matiyaga (like me hehehe).Yun, mejo kelangan tuktukan na sa ulo or untactfully/directly say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the girl already knows how to deliver the bad news to the guy, the next obstacle that she encounters is "how is he gonna respond/react to this?" If the girl hardly knows the guy, kakabahan talaga siya kasi hindi niya alam kung ano gagawin ni guy 'pag narinig niya ang katotohanan. The level of the relationship between him and her is also a factor here. Masmahal ng tao, mas "ouch!" (siyempre naman). Of course, girl should expect na sapul c guy, he feels less of who he is, pride is shattered and may react in a not too subtle way. For example, back in high school, i had a femme friend who broke up wid d guy; guess wat d guy did? nagsusuntok sa pader at nde na pumasok sa school. Scayrie sheet. I haven't met too many guys who are calm and composed enough to handle the sad truth, or cguro delayed reaction lang hehehe (pag ala na sa harapan ni girl, ayun hagulgol, inuman, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you say it? This one makes the "how to" even more complicated. I haven't really found out what the "right time" actually means. Is it "the moment that just pushes you to say it" or something planned such as "i am gonna tell him now." I personally go for the "moment thingie" and if i'm not mistaken, mas may pressure pag planado ata eh. No matter what you do, expect this: the guy will be caught off-guard for sure. And one more thing, isasabay mo ba in the middle of conflict or do you tell it when things have finally settled down and u felt dat today is the right time to say it? i wud have to say u never know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, sometimes people tend to forget this; it is quite a rhetorical question but worth asking: "is he entitled to know?" Answering this would let the girl know what certain parts of the truth that she's supposed to tell him. You can't avoid the fact that sometimes you feel like that there are things that are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was i able to answer the question? i don't think i did. Bottom line is no matter how hard it is, he has to know; the bold truth hurts, but all the more when it's covered by deception. But at least i get to show that girls, i know how you feel hehehe. it's not that simple. i jst hope dat this was a nice read for you. ciao!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110012436859665482?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110012436859665482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110012436859665482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110012436859665482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110012436859665482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/random-thoughts_10.html' title='Random thought(s)'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110010872792849765</id><published>2004-11-10T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:11:10.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaah! </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Most of u guys know (i do hope so!) dat i'm done wid Ateneo life. Yes! Finally! C'mon, sana nman grad na after 4.5 years di ba? hahaha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, even though i'm gettin more than 8 hours of rest, that's just it. Kain, tulog... and i'm startin' to get d flabs!!! waaaaaah!!!! need to work out, pero ala dough! must have dat 'pilates' cd. kanino nga ba uli yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bein' stuck here at home is kinda ruff; well, to me it is. Maybe it's coz i've been used to stayin' out late in the campus, hangin' out wid whomever i c in d rum. And now, i'm doin' all d stuff dat i don't usually do or stopped doin': computer games --&gt; RO (internet game), NBA Live c/o Earl (anak ni vice mayor hehehe). Nagbbasketball din, sa magallanes nga lang, at umuuwi ng late kc mga kasama ko andaming downloads or games na nilalaro eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(wow. exciting. weeee. i'm so ecstatic.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaliw rin nman d2, but nothin' beats d lively atmosphere of the campus where u meet people comin' out of their classes, complaining 'bout their profs, and finally gettin' over with a friendly chat or a card game. interaction, ika nga. well, maybe it's also time for me to visit my friends in d neighborhood, altho i doubt na me oras cla coz of work. yep, ako na lang ata ang official bum sa amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe i'm just lookin' for somethin else to do. eniwei i'm tired. dats it for now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110010872792849765?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110010872792849765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110010872792849765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110010872792849765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110010872792849765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/waaaah.html' title='Waaaah! '/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099361.post-110010694702539751</id><published>2004-11-10T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:38:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haloo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ei ya! welcome to my joint! as always, late ang paggawa ko ng blog. parang friendster, late bloomer din hehehe. but eniwei hope to keep in touch wid u guys esp. those that i haven't seen in a long, long, long time (as in, sori dahil kc sa acads). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dats all! sana sipagin ako mag-blog next time! lam niyo nman ako hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099361-110010694702539751?l=hiroski3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/feeds/110010694702539751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099361&amp;postID=110010694702539751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110010694702539751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099361/posts/default/110010694702539751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiroski3.blogspot.com/2004/11/haloo.html' title='haloo!'/><author><name>hiroski-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985052701705597529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
