<?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-19566156</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:22:44.724+08:00</updated><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='enchong dee'/><category term='aj dee'/><title type='text'>come on let's go!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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ko magsulat. pinabasa ko nga din kay pao yung ibang excerpts ng nasulat ko at natawa sha kase nagsusulat pala ako tapos yung dating e parang kausap ko lang yung sarili ko. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha actually that's the whole essence of it. i used to do that a lot, na kapag gusto ko magkwento at di pa ako ready magkwento sa iba, dito muna ako magsusulat. but for some reason, i just stopped writing. don't really know if that's a good thing or what. siguro kasi i already have pao, na i can talk to about anything. minsan ko na kasi naisip na di ko na kayang magmaintain nito kase busy nako mashado. chaka bawal din sa office. pero siguro ngayon nararamdaman ko na ulet. kase mejo magulo lang dito sa bahay ngayon, (on my part) kaya wala lang talaga ako makausap. ewan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabi ko na nga ba, darating ung araw na babalikan ko din to. pero sana hindi na ulet. at sana hindi ko na kailanganin. i know life is going to be okay again. it just sucks that it's taking too long to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a lighter note, si mikka din pala binalikan ung kanya hehe. natawa lang ako kase nadiscover ko lang dahil bumalik ako dito. haha oo lahat siguro ng malungkot bumabalik sa pagsusulat lalo na kung walang makausap. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;magiging okay din lahat. at sinasabi ko yan with conviction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8241910211303331268?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8241910211303331268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>greenwich overload</title><content type='html'>hmm.. so far, pagkatapos ng matinding unos (so feeling ko un na ung pinakamatinding pagdadaanan namin?) e masaya na din kami sa wakas ng aking trulalu. e yan happy and gay na kami ulit kasi naayos na niya lahat ng gusot. shempre di parin kami makapag-out as much as we want to kase di pa ready ang mundo na kami na pero so far masaya naman kami. sa office naman okay din kami. sila ready na kase nawitness nila nung namumuo palang ang romance hehe. nakakainis lang kase kinocompare kami kay dads dahil legacy daw ata niya talaga un haha. e yun sabi ko iba naman ang case namin. may similarities pero magkaiba parin... but im still hoping for the best. optimistic naman ako. alam kong kahit magulo yung pinagmulan ng relationship namin ni paopao e magiging okay din someday. alam ko balang araw e magiging ready ang mundo para samin. well yung mundo niya in particular kase sa mundo ko e okay naman. pero basta, love kita ha. kaya natin to. yey!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at sa kanya na humusga sa akin na di naman niya talaga ako kilala at nakasama.. sana pag-isipan mo yung mga pinagsasabi mo sakin kase di naman tayo magkakilala. entitled kang magalit sakin pero wala kang karapatan na tawagin ako ng kung ano ano kasi di kita kaibigan at di mo ako naging kaibigan ever. i know i've said stuff about people out of anger or just because i really can't keep my mouth shut. but for the record, because i do not know a thing about you, i never said anything. and even to this day, i will not say anything bad about you because i don't know you. magalit ka kung gusto mo, binibigay ko na sayo yan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers to my new love. alabyoo my cheesy boy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-2484999822018181575</id><published>2009-08-30T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:13:34.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>akala ko pag nagchop ako ng sibuyas maiiyak ako. pero sa dami ng beses na nagchop ako ng sibuyas, ngayon lang ako di naiyak kung kelan gustong gusto ko nang umiyak.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to have faith in you.. there's a big difference between "i want to" and "i have". but i love you kaya nagtitiwala ako sayo. so go make the right choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate pms. i hate ex-girlfriends the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-4493995021802523062</id><published>2009-08-29T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:43:20.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im no longer single and ready to mingle. but it feels good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--yey aylabyoo mi paopao. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-4493995021802523062?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4493995021802523062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3534595217035072095</id><published>2009-08-15T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:41:11.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang hirap friend.</title><content type='html'>lahat ng bagay na sinabi nila saking magiging mahirap, unti unti ko nang nararamdaman. ang hirap pala pag tinatanong ka ng mga tao kung ano bang meron tapos hindi mo naman masagot. nakakainis kase alam niyo naman kung anong meron. di lang maipress release kase di pa final, di pa official. ang hirap kase di naman ako dapat naghihintay, dapat sha. pero tinitiis ko na muna kase gusto ko maging maayos. un lang naman na ang kulang e, 3 little words, 8 letters. pati yung title na "kami" at "kayo." ayoko maparanoid dahil pinasok ko narin lang, paninindigan ko na. ang hirap niya kasing basahin e. for a while, feeling ko gustong gusto niya ako. pero netong last few days, parang nagkakagap. ang scary. may investment nako ng feelings kaya takot na takot ako. tae naman kase.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ayoko ng ganito. kasama lang kita kanina pero ngayon di na kita maramdaman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sana tulog ka lang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3534595217035072095?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3534595217035072095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/08/ang-hirap-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(as if anyone needs to be updated. hehe) i am in like and dating. but that's not the twist. im saving that for some time in the future more appropriate to announce it. nandito nako sa sitwasyon nato dati, un nga lang dati, ako ung mabait hehe. ewan pota. im happy, he's happy, who cares. well a bunch of people. di ko na alam. im just going with the flow. we can't fight the feeling anymore hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the happy part: my friends like him. we went out already. benta sha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus factor: cancer sha. i get along with cancer people very well. hehehehe:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sana may good thing na magbunga sa bagay na to. it's been a while. feels good to be taken care of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5967177111171782413</id><published>2009-07-20T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:19:42.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 50 peso bill</title><content type='html'>yung 50 pesos, pinangtaxi ko nalang sana.&lt;div&gt;o kaya pinangmerienda ko bukas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o kaya pinambili ko ng isang kahang sigarilyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o kaya ng isang 1.5 na coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o nagpaload nalang sana kay chona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o pinang-fx ko bukas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tinabi ko nalang sana para may pera pako ngayon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero pinautang ko sa kanya para may pamasahe sha dahil magkikita sila ng girlfriend niya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pak pak pak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5967177111171782413?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5967177111171782413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-peso-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5967177111171782413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5967177111171782413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-peso-bill.html' title='the 50 peso bill'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-4647861813239545857</id><published>2009-07-19T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:15:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want a man,who wants me to be his woman ,not the other woman -- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; "&gt;maricar reyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;sa diwa ng mga pinagdadaanan kong pagdaramdam ngayon, naisip ko yang linya na yan. hehe. tae kase. andaming nakakainis ngayon. fart.&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/19566156-4647861813239545857?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4647861813239545857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-manwho-wants-me-to-be-his-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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para ngayon na break na sila, sakin sha humihinga ng sama ng loob. yak. bwisit namaaaaaaaaaan. ewan leche. basta andito ako pag kailangan ako. ang bilis lang ng turnout ng events. friday ako ang shoulder to cry on. ngayon ako ang nag-aantay iyakan. kadiri. ang emo ko pota.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinong may sabing masaya maging single at ready to mingle? hindi ren!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6163262063665996707?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6163262063665996707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-your-time-take-my-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6163262063665996707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6163262063665996707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-your-time-take-my-time.html' title='take your time. take my time.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6681507818412829508</id><published>2009-06-03T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:51:36.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dried mangoes.</title><content type='html'>dati sabi ko, di ko na sha maramdaman. ngayon, om em gee, ramdam na ramdam ko sha. friend ano kaya ito. shet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6681507818412829508?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6681507818412829508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/06/dried-mangoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6681507818412829508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6681507818412829508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/06/dried-mangoes.html' title='dried mangoes.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-1638355181799174897</id><published>2009-04-15T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:27:59.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ayokong maging emo kase feeling ko hormones lang to pero nababadtrip talaga ako ngayon. this day is turning out to be crappier than it already is. di ko alam kung kelan mageend tong streak of bad luck na nagstart since march. it's affecting my mojo. miss na miss ko na ung dati kong boss. i now have a personal experience in connection with the black sphinx (matagal ko nang alam ang true colors niya pero ngayon ko lang napatunayan ang mga kwento sakin kasi naranasan ko na din.) nakakapikon na. im having second thoughts about staying for more than a year. it took time for me to realize because i really have so much work right now.  im putting so much effort in what im doing pero di ako properly compensated. ewan ko puta. ayoko munang sanang isipin yan kase mejo fresh pa ung last issue kaya lang mejo marami din akong narealize dahil sa pakikipagkwentuhan ko sa mama ko. ewan ko. iisipin ko nalang ulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw this time of the year. guess my birthday won't be too happy this year. no money na nga, no honey pa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-1638355181799174897?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1638355181799174897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/04/ayokong-maging-emo-kase-feeling-ko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1638355181799174897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1638355181799174897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/04/ayokong-maging-emo-kase-feeling-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8463134964512952262</id><published>2009-04-09T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:11:22.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taxi.</title><content type='html'>di ko alam kung bakit pero di ko na sha nararamdaman lately. oa lang ako. nung saturday ko sha huling naramdaman. ung mga text ko nung tuesday, di ko na sha talaga naramdaman. di ko alam kung anong meron pero unusual lang kasi na di sha nagrereply. madalas enthusiastic pa si loko kung sumagot. eto talaga zero na. kadiri pero mula nung tuesday, antay ako ng antay na mangamusta sha pero wala tlga. not that it's a big deal. binawalan ba? hehe ewan. namiss ko lang. echoserang frog!!! hahaha wala lang. bakit ganun. dati kasi araw-araw. pati nga linggo e. tas biglang wala na. haha di ko din mashadong sinestress out e no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the price i should pay for liking someone who's attached. ang tangaaaaaaa... hahaha brad kase ako. pang pards lang talaga. o well papel, ok na nga. tignan natin sa pagresume ng trabaho. busy-busyhan nalang ako sa pag nood ng 7th heaven marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga ni toni at ni sam, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"coz we've got the best of romances, deserve second chances, i'll get to you somehow, coz i promise now..."&lt;/span&gt; ang korny ko punyeta hahaha. e yon basta kunyari lang yan. kahit may girlfriend sha, sa mac ko parin sha babalik at magtatrabaho wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matutulog na nga ako. ang korny ko na. huwebes santo pa naman. bukas magdedecorate nanaman ng karosa. HAY NAKO KUYA, pag tusukan ng bulaklak sa karosa, nawawala ka. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8463134964512952262?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8463134964512952262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/04/taxi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8463134964512952262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8463134964512952262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/04/taxi.html' title='taxi.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-1258383668104452057</id><published>2009-04-09T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:41:03.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shiyet!</title><content type='html'>nakita ko na ung ahensyang gumawa ng copy ng burger king. dahil dito, naengganyo akong mag-update ng resume. pero hati ang puso ko. parang gsto ko mag-apply kase may opening sila ng artist na hindi kase di ko ata kayang iwanan ang aking trabaho ngayon. na-attach nako at kumportable na. nakakaengganyo tlga kase sa ortigas lang at mas may creative freedom doon. leche kase. sana lumevel up nako sa pagcocolor correct. minsan kasi nakakasawa na din. fun parin sha pag may bagong promo pero pag yun at yun lang din at inaabot ka pa ng 4am kakacolor correct, nakakasawa din. ayoko na tuloy kumain ng fries ng mcdo. di bale pag-iisipan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-1258383668104452057?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1258383668104452057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/04/shiyet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1258383668104452057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1258383668104452057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/04/shiyet.html' title='shiyet!'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-2251557023056333955</id><published>2009-03-29T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:54:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunited (but it doesn't feel so good.)</title><content type='html'>nakakaasar. ang korny pero im seriously confused right now. nagkwento ako kay maan. after a long time ngayon lang kami nakapagkwentuhan ulet. anyway, sabi niya sakin, maaaring naoverwhelm lang ako. wish ko na sana ganun nalang talaga. wala naman akong nafifeel na awkwardness samin ngayon. it's just on my part. it's like i have to pretend to be this supportive friend and adviser to him. tapos nakikinig lang ako sa mga kwento niya when in fact nasasaktan siguro ako in a way kase parang love na love niya si girlfriend. kaasar. eto ung mga ayokong pwesto e. sana nalang single nalang sha tas di lang niya ako type ano. ayoko tlga ng may competition. mukhang may competition na nga sa office, sa totoong buhay meron parin tlga. leklek. sige na nga next time ulet. naiinis lang siguro ako ngayon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-2251557023056333955?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/2251557023056333955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/reunited-but-it-doesnt-feel-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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namin ni kabayan, narealize ko na meron na akong totoong napupusuan ulit. ang korny. ayoko na sana magkwento kaya lang nagboys night out ang mga boys kaya wala akong mapagbuntunan ng ka-emohan. e yon kasama sha sa boys night out na yan. ok lang naman. keber ko naman kung sumama sha e di naman ako ang jowa niya. wishaloo ko lang e ako yun pero hinde, hinde, hinde! (gusto kong maging bading ngayon kaya sige, ATTACK!) so ayun, nawindang lang ako kase sa buong pag-aakala ko e ako lang ang nagtatago ng ipinagbabawal na damdamin sa opisina, meron pa palang iba. ang pogi niya ngayon grabe, dumadami ang fans niya. di naman sa sobra sha sa kapogian. ok lang naman sha, pero ubod lang tlga sha ng bait at may nakakatuwang sense of humor. may personality sha di katulad ni kabayan na ang korny korny. sha, kahit sa lowest of lows ko e nagagawa niya ako mapatawa. sa mga SD moments ko at burahan ng files moments ko, sha lang ang nakapaguplift ng spirit ko. pina-cheeseburger pa niya ako dahil nakita niyang malungkot ako. pero ang bottomline, kasalukuyan shang may girlfriend. ayoko naman maging anay ano. di ako sanay na ako ung anay. kadalasan ung relasyon ko ang inaanay. anyway, on the rocks sila ngayon. sa totoo lang, opening un, pero di ako ung ganung klase ng tao. kasi kung ako ang nasa lugar nung babae, unfair sakin un kung may eeksenang iba. anyway, we get a long a lot. most of the time, we go to work together, and we go home together. wala namang dull moment kasi laging maganda ang usapan. kahit pagod kami pareho ok naman. we joke around a lot kaya masaya lagi ang atmosphere. narealize ko lang siguro na may iba nung tumagal ung asaran namin na ako at ung isang kawork pa ang chix niya sa office, sinasakyan naman niya. parang ung mga pasweet na joke namin sa kanya, ung akin nagiging totoo na. ANG KORNY POTA. e yun. nakakainis bwisit. bumababa nanaman ung self esteem ko kase parang wala namang kapupuntahan ung ganito. huhu. matutulog na nga ako ng may mapala naman ako sa pag-uwi ko ng maaga. mikka we need to talk hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you fall&lt;br /&gt;Over me&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;Only me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Im gone too long&lt;br /&gt;If your lips&lt;br /&gt;Feel hungry and tempted&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;And wait for the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;Were under the same sky&lt;br /&gt;And the nights&lt;br /&gt;As empty for me as for you&lt;br /&gt;If you feel you cant wait till morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kiss the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8116377244067010221?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8116377244067010221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/ang-init-hayop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8116377244067010221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8116377244067010221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/ang-init-hayop.html' title='ang init hayop.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8824021944526416461</id><published>2009-03-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:53:21.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnout.</title><content type='html'>may bago nakong pag-ibig pero ako ay malungkot. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;masokista to the highest level of martyrdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8824021944526416461?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8824021944526416461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/burnout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8824021944526416461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8824021944526416461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/burnout.html' title='burnout.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-186457561519447002</id><published>2009-03-09T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:47:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kailan mo ako hahagkaaaan...</title><content type='html'>magsusulat lang ako kase na-e-emo nanaman ako. tae naman kase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been busy for me lately. busy tlga most of the time but i get by naman. so far okay ang lahat. mejo kulang sa social life pero napupunan ng bonding moments with the workmates. were all okay. para kaming isang malaking barkada. we're all basically from the same generation so walang gap of some sort. we all laugh at the same things. as in parepareho kami ng humor kaya ok din. i get to hang out with everyone too. wala nang hiyaan. hello naman mage-eight months nako sa 22 no kaya malamang balahura nadin ako just like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiinis lang ako kase i remember saying i like someone at work &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for the simple reason na naaaliw ako sa kanya. nakakatawa kasi sha at masaya kasama. other than that wala na. petty crush lang talaga.)&lt;/span&gt; e yun right now i still like someone at work, but he's not the same person i was talking about. nababaitan kasi ako at natatawa ako sakanya. ok ang weird kasi it's not supposed to be worth talking about kasi wala lang naman un. IM JUST FREAKING OUT kase we joke around about it kunyari may mga selos factor and all tapos may close friend ako sa work na bumabati kesho half meant daw. e di nawindang ang lola mo kase joke time lang naman un. as in! na kahit naman gsto ko sha joke time lang tlga un. siguro naman natuto nako sa mga nangyari sa nakaraan. nag-ffreak out lang ako kase sa gantong kaso laging ako ung nauunang naiilang hahahaha. kaya lang kase pucha naman lagi ko kasama un e kaya nawiwindang tlga ako. ang gross parang college lang pero nangyayari parin pala ang mga ganire. leche tlga. ewan. ipagdadasal ko nalang ito sa pagtulog ko, baka sakaling bukas, mawala na ang ilang factor na nararamdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad to be part of history. nakanood ako ng Final Set ng eraserheads last saturday and i had a blast. ang galing galing kase kala ko bronze lang ako tapos naging silver without paying a single cent. swerte ko nasa mcdo ako. love ko to talaga! hehe e yun bukas nako or next time nako magkukuwento kasi ninanamnam ko pa ang moment hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kailan ako lalaya sa anino ng pag-iisa?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mga rehas lang ang tanaw.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanginginig sa seldang maginaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-186457561519447002?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/186457561519447002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/kailan-mo-ako-hahagkaaaan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/186457561519447002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/186457561519447002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/kailan-mo-ako-hahagkaaaan.html' title='kailan mo ako hahagkaaaan...'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5101690631801730364</id><published>2009-02-14T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:26:31.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy aorta's day.</title><content type='html'>Nakakatawa pero eto ung unang valentines na di ko naramdaman. di ako nagpapakaipokreta ngayon kase sa totoo lang, kebs lang tlga. binigyan ako ng papa ko ng rose, i bought a cake for everyone and that was it. tingin ko kasi ang gulo ng valentines day namin last year. nag-aaway ung mga magulang ko non tapos on the rocks na kami ni kabayan nun. parang a week after nagbreak na tlga kami ng tuluyan. haha chaka every year naman e kuya ko lang at tatay ko ang nagbibigay sakin ng bulaklak. katawa nga e, bati na kami tlga ng papa ko. the flower sealed the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahapon last day na ni dads. pero kahit na ganun at inuudyok nila akong chumansing ng hug, di ko ginawa kase nahiya ako wahaha. pero nakakalungkot kase un na un. pagpasok ko sa lunes, wala na sha sa pwesto niya. wala nang magsasalo sa kabanuan ko. iniwan na din niya sakin ung mga installer ng mac. sana kayanin ko ang hamon ng aking trabaho at ang hamon ng kadiliman sa itaas hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy aorta's day.--jakpat ang lola mo kahit walang valentine. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's got that look in his eye that makes me want to die. ANG BADUY NEXT TIME KO NA IKUKUWENTO KUNG ANO YAN HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5101690631801730364?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5101690631801730364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-aortas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5101690631801730364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5101690631801730364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-aortas-day.html' title='happy aorta&apos;s day.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8329272183401508702</id><published>2009-02-01T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:02:54.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wax</title><content type='html'>sabi ko nung new year, iffree ko na ang sarili ko sa lahat ng tungkol sa kanya. congrats sa akin dahil mula nung wednesday last week, kinalimutan ko na tlga sha. bwisit kase sha. lhat na ng kaepalan niya pinairal niya sakin. tinitiis ko pa pero di ko na matiis. di ko naman tinatanong kung may bago na shang nililigawan, sinabi parin niya. at eto un, in a manner na feeling niya nanaman e sobrang pogi nanaman niya. bwisit tlga. it's not about me being affected by the ligaw thing, naepalan lang ako tlga ng sobra. kase madami akong kaibigan na pogi pero di naman sila ganyang ka-feeling no! kamusta naman at tinalo pa niya si jet pogi. hay ewan ko saknya. ako nakapagmove on na kase may bago nakong iniispatan haha. sisilip lang ako sa likod ng monitor ko, jakpat na kagad hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natatawa ako kase merong ugok na nagkakalat ng unprofessional ako at magaling magtago ng aking totoong sarili. katrabaho ko daw sha dati so she should know. ang nakakatawa dun, sa dati kong trabaho e ako lang ang graphic artist. pano naman niya masasabi na nakatrabaho niya ako dati. at pano naman ako naging unprofessional. inalok  nga ako ng renewal e dun sa dati kong pinagtatrabahuhan. ako pa ung tumanggi kase gsto ko na lumipat sa iba na better ang opportunities. at kung unprofessional ako, e di sana di ako naregular diba. ayoko sana magpaapekto kase mas kilala naman ako ng mga katrabaho ko kesa sa isang tao na di naman nila alam kung ano ang katauhan. kahit ako di ko sigurado kung sino sha. anyway, madami akong ginagawa sa opisina kaya di ko na din magagawang pagtuunan un ng pansin. kelngan pa namin paghandaan ang pag-alis ni papa lui kase baka mawindang  kami pag umalis na sha. kelngan magstep-up at maging responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narealize ko na kahit napapagod ako physically and emotionally, mahal ko ang trabaho ko at gusto ko ang ginagawa ko. sana masaya din sila sa serbisyo ko. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8329272183401508702?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8329272183401508702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/02/wax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8329272183401508702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8329272183401508702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/02/wax.html' title='wax'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-1780171255356148363</id><published>2009-01-22T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:37:19.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freestyle marathon</title><content type='html'>dahil medyo maluwag ang araw ko... nagbasa ako ng past entries. i read them all, corny man o seryoso. actually i found the entries quite entertaining. talaga palang na-keep track ko ung relationship namin dati ni kabayan through my entries. nakakatawa lang. ngayon wala naring sense ung mag sinusulat ko. medyo napagod na din siguro ako magkwento kasi sobrang busy ko na, o kaya wala naman tlgang significant na nangyayari sakin lately. well except ung pagiging regular ko at pagresign ng aking pinakamamahal kong boss. anyway, im still hoping makakapagsulat ako kapag may dinaramdam ako. ngayon kasi keribels nalang hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to more kwentos and experiences. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-1780171255356148363?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1780171255356148363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/01/freestyle-marathon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1780171255356148363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1780171255356148363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/01/freestyle-marathon.html' title='freestyle marathon'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-844660109486191681</id><published>2009-01-15T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:07:05.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Cause I try and try to walk away,&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorva ka! umeelectricity na. the feeling is quite funny. after 11 months of being indifferent, nakakita ako ng unlikely crush. di ako makaisip ng perfect code name. charlie nalang hahaha. (kase may kinakanta kami na charlie ang kumakanta. basta sikret haha.) di ko naman sha tlga ideal crush although nung college, hearthrob tlga sha sa school. ironic diba. ayoko kasi nung mga ganun kase feeling ko agawin o kaya chickboy. basta pareho shang ganyan hahaha. anyway, crush ko lang sha kase he kind of entertains me. ang highschool e no, crush tlga. it's just fun feeling this way after a long time. my day was supposed to end up sucky but then, I realized na may crush na tlga ako after  a long time. naging bright and sunny na ang araw ko kahit gabi na. sabay pa kami umuwi hehe.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jackpot ang lola. may kukuwento pako bukas. hahaha kaya bukas na hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-844660109486191681?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/844660109486191681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-i-try-and-try-to-walk-away-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/844660109486191681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/844660109486191681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-i-try-and-try-to-walk-away-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-2309532330109309423</id><published>2009-01-09T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:31:27.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're so gay and you don't even like boys.</title><content type='html'>hay nako naiinis ako kase may malaking risk na bumalik ako sa pagiging tae ko. alam kong fishy na ung feeling ko pag ung nahihiya nako kumain sa harap nung tao. ung ninenerbiyos ka na. i hate it. mula nung bumababa sha lagi na kami magkasama. ayoko magkagusto sa kanya pota. ang tanda ko na for this. nakakainis huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatatagan ko ang kalooban ko. let's be mature. i hate it. tae tlga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-2309532330109309423?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8657236712036515585</id><published>2008-12-29T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:15:42.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobrang alam ko na ang sasabihin..</title><content type='html'>borderline may sakit ako. borderline kase hindi tlgang maysakit pero feeling ko maysakit ako at may ubo na din ako. sana huwag naman tuloytuloy kase plano ko mag gourmet new year dinner kami at mag-a-ala chef extrordinaire ako. excited nako actually at pinaplano ko na ang aking menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa dalawang araw kong pagkatengga, madami na din akong naisip. siguro nga ayoko nang pumasok ung 2009 na confused parin ako. kaya, napagdesisyunan ko nang ilugar ang sarili ko sa tama. ififree ko na ang sarili ko sa lahat ng bagay tungkol sa kanya. magfofocus ako sa work at mas gagalingan ko pa. basta gagawa ako ng personal kong new year's resolutions before the year ends. gsto ko eto ang maging taon ko. kelangan maganda ang maging takbo ng career ko. kelangan din e makabukod nako ng bahay haha. sana lang dba. basta bahala na si batman. di ko nadin kasi kaya ung biyahe. nakakaburn out na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go go go gari! hehe sabaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8657236712036515585?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8657236712036515585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/12/sobrang-alam-ko-na-ang-sasabihin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8657236712036515585'/><link rel='self' 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i know. e ang kaso, di ko naman nagawa un this year kase di ako nakapagload. anyway, onti lang naman sila so i greeted them in reply to their greetings. naguilty nalang ako ngayon kase nagtext si sir vic ng personal message. naguilty tlga ako. kaya ayon tinext ko na din sa tatay. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya naman ang pasko. di ko nga lang mashadong feel. chaka pagod na ako ngayon. kaya matutulog nalang ako ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-4525008329501171088?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4525008329501171088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/12/alumni-homecoming.html#comment-form' 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hate this feeling. ever since we broke-up, nagkakaroon ng mga panahon na naiinis ako sa kanya to the point that it practically ruins my day. kadiri kasi im talking about last night's "wrong send" incident. alam ko na kung bakit ako sobrang pissed off. eto yun e. he's helping her with her thesis, and they're using my thesis book as a guide. pota. i don't know what's worse e, ung ginagamit ni "girl" ang thesis book ko o ung tinutulungan sha ni "ex". bwisit. not that im selfish. i lent it to her kasi hiniram naman niya ng maayos. i just wasn't expecting na of all the people, she would ask him for help. tangina naman. (alam kong close kayo pero dba, sa dami naman ng kaibigan mo siguro naman meron ka pang ibang pwedeng hingan ng tulong no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis, dahil nung kami pa, we always fought about this same girl. ayoko lang mag-issue sa classroom dati kaya di ko inoopen mashado kela feli ung idea na nainis ako don. diba laging there's this one girl na di mo alam kung bakit pinagseselosan mo ng sobra. selos na selos tlga ako sa babaeng un kase kerengkeng sha. mabait naman sha e, sadyang kerengkeng lang. isa yan sa mga ironies ng mundo. you can be the nicest person in the planet, but somehow, there's a flaw. un lang ang flaw niya hehe. e tapos laging ginagamit ni boy na pampaselos un kase alam nga niyang nagseselos ako dun. nakakaasar lang kase hanggang ngayon na wala na nga kami, ginagamit paren niya. ano ba yan. at nagselos naman ako. bobo din e no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana pagtulog ko ngayong gabi e mawala na tong inis ko, kase ayoko na sanang dalhin to sa trabaho. alam kong si boy ay hindi "all that." pero gusto ko paren sha. it sucks pero totoo. i don't want to be in denial anymore. that's the truth. malas lang at di tanggap ng lahat ng mahal ko sa buhay. (haha including my workmates and my college friends. ) he makes me feel like i need to have a boyfriend. i was perfectly happy with myself until he opened the idea of getting back together. and then he pulled back just because i thought it was a bad idea and we were now getting along better as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate monday sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-7737157364628645242?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7737157364628645242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/12/kelan-pa-nagkatabi-ang-g-at-m-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pakshet tlga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3295515689538064433?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3295515689538064433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/12/kakaasar-kumakanta-pa-naman-ako-ng-sana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3295515689538064433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3295515689538064433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/12/kakaasar-kumakanta-pa-naman-ako-ng-sana.html' title=''/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-1117277330439164966</id><published>2008-12-14T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:04:17.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we might as well be strangers in another time.</title><content type='html'>ako'y magsusulat ngayon kase ako'y naiinis to the point na naiiyak ako. ung sobrang inis lang na di pinipigil mo. eto kasi un e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was busy reading the third twilight book. i've been reading since 3 pm.. before that i was wondering why i never heard a thing from him mula kahapon. iniisip ko nga baka kasi nakita na niya ung portfolio ko, something he needed to see na mapagkokopyahan, kaya di na niya ako kelangan kausapin. nakakainis kasi i want to stop thinking of him as "that" kind of person. we were supposed to be friends again. actually we ate out last week and it was ok kase it was like the good old times, though i still had the same issues.(kesho i didn't know how to act around him. kung tulad lang din nung dati o mas visible na ung line between the two of us na dapat iemphasize na friends na kami.) anyway, mga a few minutes ago, nagtext sha. shempre ako naman mejo naexcite, not that i was waiting for him to text me. ung tipong nagulat ka lang kase iniisip mo palang kung bakit di nagtetext pero di mo naman tlga ineexpect tas bigla nalang magtetext. ang gulo no haha. e un. ung message was something na wala na raw shang ginagawa nanonood na lang. e i don't remember asking him what he was doing so most probably e wrong send lang un. so i didn't mind it too much. patext palang ako na nawrong send sha, nagtext na sha kagad na nawrong send sha and the message was meant for mika. wtf. alam mo un nakakaasar kase kelan naman naging magkatabi ang mika at gari sa phonebook? diba?pota nakakaloko naman un. anyway, magrereply sana ko ng mukha nga, fortunately wala na akong load so di na sha nagsend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero nabadtrip ako. di ko alam exactly kung bakit. di ko alam kung nagseselos ako na si mika pala ung dapat matetext niya or kung feeling ko nananadya lang sha na kunyari nagkamali sha to see what my reaction would be. screw him. alam naman niya na meron paren shang unusual effect sa akin. nakakaasar. kung nangaasar salamat kase naaasar tlga ako pota ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if im more upset than sad because i found out that he's texting mika about something other than her thesis matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gsto kong maging salbahe pero wala sa lugar e. tangina naman kase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6117721164805417565</id><published>2008-12-01T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:22:40.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waxing kit</title><content type='html'>hindi madali magwax. ang hassel ilagay, ang hassel tanggalin at mahapdi pa. kelangan ng sidekick para gawin pota. ang konti pa ng natatanggal na buhok. pumunta nalang ako sana sa salon like i have been doing for the past few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6117721164805417565?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-2110951392310245670</id><published>2008-11-30T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:39:19.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet and low.</title><content type='html'>may napipintong pagrereunite. feel ko lang itech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go on a 2 day puerto trip yesterday. did not push through. was supposed to baguio instead, still did not push through. sobrang disappointed ang lola mo kase kelangan ng much needed vacation. may next time pa. sana makapagbaguio na next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will go twilight tomorrow. date kami ni bakla. sana magpush through!:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-2110951392310245670?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-903222383764894691</id><published>2008-11-22T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:28:33.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up in the mountains.</title><content type='html'>i have this crazy idea brewing in my head. i will know in a few days kung matutuloy nga. shet parang naexcite ako na kinabahan. shet ang reckless hahaha.:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-903222383764894691?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/903222383764894691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/up-in-mountains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/903222383764894691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/903222383764894691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/up-in-mountains.html' title='up in the mountains.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5481762891109164780</id><published>2008-11-16T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:03:26.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiev-er!</title><content type='html'>nagluto ako today after a very long time. ang niluto ko ay chicken kiev. or at least my version of it hehehe. e un mejo disaster sha kase matrabaho gawin at shempre nagkalat ako ng limpak limpak but it tasted kinda good so ok narin. i miss cooking so much. cooking again is like getting in touch with my inner being. ewan ko. feeling ko kase destined ako maging chef. it just so happened na may art skills din ako. yabang hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matagal tagal din akong di nagsulat kase wala namang fantastic na nangyayari sa buhay ko. well except ung mga billboard na ginawa ko na nakadisplay na all over the philippines hehe. im so proud kase dugo't pawis un. seryoso. ilang gabi ako ginagabi sa trabaho dahil dun. ang dami dami nung ginawa ko sa madagascar nakalimutan kong may buhay pa pala ako hehe. anyway, ngayon mejo ok na naman ako kase lumalabas nako ulet chaka wala pa mashadong trabaho sa office. this week palang darating ung mga bagong project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron akong madaming tanong. eto sila: stagnant na din ba ung buhay ko? magkakabalikan ba kami?(bakit feeling ko may 60-40% chance) mag-ggrow ba ako sa trabaho ko ngayon? yayaman ba talaga ako? kelan kaya ako makakatanggi sa shopping? magiging continuous habit na kaya ang pagpapawax ko sa parlor? mapapatay kaya ang character ni christine reyes sa kahit isang saglit? bakit lagi ko pang pinpigil ang ihi ko e katabi lang naman ng kwarto ko ung banyo? basta andami pa hehe. next time na ung iba. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5481762891109164780?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5481762891109164780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiev-er.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5481762891109164780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5481762891109164780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiev-er.html' title='kiev-er!'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3030507918535980839</id><published>2008-11-01T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:37:20.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hep hep horay.</title><content type='html'>meron akong crush dati. he was a friend.( actually he still is.) the crush thing, which i actually thought was a crush, was not a crush after all. it was just a spur of the moment thing, sort of a misinterpretation of a feeling of awkwardness. anyway the weird feeling is still a weird feeling. nung nagkita kasi kami ulet after a long time, ganun parin yung feeling. ewan ko. naguguluhan ako. haha walang sense yung pinagsasabi ko. basta nawiwirdohan ako. di ko kase alam kung gusto ko nga sha o hinde. bahala na si batman hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jakpat lang kase kaya ganito hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang lousy ng all saints day namin. dati kasi masaya pa dahil kumpleto kaming mag-anak. i don't know why this is happening but we have been spending all saint's day without our other relatives. wala namang awayan. iba nalang siguro ang panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si tayag halos araw araw na ulet nagtetext sakin. there are times when i wish he would text me to at least, check up on me. but everytime he did, the conversations never lasted and it didn't make sense to talk about nonsense. it was like he texted lang just to ask questions. di na nga siguro babalik sa dati ung mga usapan namin. dati may mga heart to heart talk pa kami, mga kwentuhan tungkol sa buhay niya. ngayon parang wala lang yung mga usapan. di ko alam kung tumatanda nalang ako o ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit that i am GETTING LONELY. i've been working my ass off at work pero wala manlang ako mashare-an tungkol sa araw ko. i used to chat with alfred during work hours until ym was blocked at work. wala na akong makausap. pam doesn't reply to my e-mails anymore but i understand because she might be busy with fashion school as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nalolonely na ako. dati kasi kahit sobrang crappy ng relationship namin ni tayag, meron parin naman akong nahihingahan kapag napapagod ako o kaya pag nalulungkot ako. naiiyakan ko naman sha. he's not really a bad person. he just wasn't the kind of person i wanted to be with. there's so much i needed from a boyfriend and he couldn't be all that i needed him to be. ganun talaga, you will never get the perfect package you dream of having. you have to make do with what you have. siguro hindi naman niya inintend na di maging interested sa lahat ng ginagawa ko. hindi lang talaga kami pareho ng gusto and he wasn't into the relationship as much as i was. nalulungkot lang ako kase i still wanted to give it a try but he didn't want to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang lungkot. sana kahit crappy yung relationship namin, sana kami paren para alam ko na may person ako. (like meredith has a cristina) i need someone who is as twisted as i am. well i am hoping to find someone soon, or maybe he should find me soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3030507918535980839?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3030507918535980839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/hep-hep-horay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3030507918535980839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3030507918535980839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/hep-hep-horay.html' title='hep hep horay.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6726669977385309630</id><published>2008-10-27T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:54:34.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaartehan lang.</title><content type='html'>meron akong bagong theme song kase ang jolog ko na nalulungkot ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happily Ever After by Nicole Scherzinger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I want this anymore,"&lt;br /&gt;As she drops the ring to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;She says to herself, "You've left before," (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;"This time you will stay gone, that's for sure." (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he shattered something else&lt;br /&gt;To drag her suitcase down the path,&lt;br /&gt;To the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;She had never gone that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally this would be&lt;br /&gt;the time that she&lt;br /&gt;would let him talk her out of leaving,&lt;br /&gt;But this time, without crying,&lt;br /&gt;as she got into her car, she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;"No&lt;br /&gt;'Happily Never After'&lt;br /&gt;That just ain't for me.&lt;br /&gt;Because finally,&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I deserve better, after all (ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let another teardrop fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she drove away she starts to smile, (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Realized she hadn't for a while.&lt;br /&gt;No destination, she drove for miles&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why she stayed in such denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was laughing about the way he shattered something else (shattered something else)&lt;br /&gt;To drag her suitcase down the path,&lt;br /&gt;to the driveway (to the driveway),&lt;br /&gt;she had never gone that far (oh, no)&lt;br /&gt;Normally this would be, the time that she (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;would let him talk her out of leaving, but this time, without crying,&lt;br /&gt;as she got into her car, she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No&lt;br /&gt;'Happily Never After'&lt;br /&gt;That just ain't for me&lt;br /&gt;(that just ain't for me)&lt;br /&gt;Because finally,&lt;br /&gt;I know I deserve better&lt;br /&gt;After all&lt;br /&gt;(that just ain't for me, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let another teardrop fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done, I'm done, said I'm so done, (so done, yeah).&lt;br /&gt;I'm free, I'm free, so free&lt;br /&gt;Free to feel the way I feel, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She inhales a breath she'd never breathed before&lt;br /&gt;Don't want no drama no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she says " No&lt;br /&gt;'Happily Never After' (after)&lt;br /&gt;That just ain't for me" (oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;"I know (I know)&lt;br /&gt;I deserve, better after all (ooooh/Don't wanna be/breathe)&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never let another teardrop fall"&lt;br /&gt;(I'm done, I'm done)&lt;br /&gt;"No&lt;br /&gt;'Happily Never After' (so done)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm free, I, free)&lt;br /&gt;That just ain't for me" (that just ain't for me)&lt;br /&gt;because finally,&lt;br /&gt;I know (I'm done, I'm done) I deserve better (so done), after all&lt;br /&gt;(I'm free, I'm free)/(ooooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let another teardrop fall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trailing vocals, "I'm done, "I'm done" "I'm done",&lt;br /&gt;"I'm done, so done, so done")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm done, I'm done, I'm done                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side of today's events, oo love talaga kita kaya di ako magreresign hwahahahaha. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yak ang totoo nalulungkot ako kase naiisip ko dati kapag pagod na pagod ako nalalambing ko paren sha at sha naman etong parang pusang dikit ng dikit saken para pawiin ang aking pagod. ngayon gusto ko maging pusa at magdidikit sa kanya pero wala na sha sa tabi ko dahil ayaw na niya sa akin. sabi nila, dumadating talaga yung point na may nakagetover na, un nga lang, jakpat yung mauuna. unahan lang talaga yun. apparently di pa kame break e nauna na sha. shet talaga, bwisit na kung bwisit pero wala nakong magagawa dun. bwisit lang kase madaming moments na nag-iisip ako na mga sana.. leche ang korny ko na magtatrabaho na nga ako ulet. nalulumbay lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha pero meron naman akong cup of rainbows. basta hehe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6726669977385309630?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-1755268097616356388</id><published>2008-10-26T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:41:07.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry me a river</title><content type='html'>ako lang! ako lang ang nagmahal. bow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-1755268097616356388?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1755268097616356388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/cry-me-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1755268097616356388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1755268097616356388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/cry-me-river.html' title='cry me a river'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6933578100992877564</id><published>2008-10-12T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:12:07.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the freaks are out tonight.</title><content type='html'>there was this one weirdo who viewed my multiply account. he has several so he used them to view me too. apparently i wasn't the only person viewed by him pero naffreak out lang talaga ako. haha an effect of a certain bad experience pero ok na, tapos na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried hard to take a rest for two days because i might be working late again the rest of the week. i know i've been asking for this kind of work pero ang totoo, nakakapagod tlga although im glad na natututo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naoovershadow ng trabaho ung lungkot ko. ok na yun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6933578100992877564?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6933578100992877564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/freaks-are-out-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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ko, sabi ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bigyan mo ako ng isa hanggang dalawang linggo, at home na ako.&lt;br /&gt;-bigyan mo ko ng isang buwan, mabilis nako magtrabaho.&lt;br /&gt;-bigyan mo ko ng tatlong buwan, kaya ko na magcolor correct at magproof ng ako lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was right on sked except for the third one because before i even reached my third month, nagpproof na ako. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually mejo ngarag ako these days, as in. halos buong linggo ako umuuwi ng past 10 kase andaming tinatapos. nagleave yung boss ko ng biglaan and i really didn't have much of a choice but to carry over pati yung mga trabaho niya. sabi nila e two weeks sha mawalala, starting this week pero indefenite parin ang pagkawala niya. mejo kinakabahan nga ako kase di ko alam kung kakayanin ko pa yung dami ng trabaho ko for one more week. parang naoover fatigue na nga ako e. andami kase talaga, billboards, translites, posters, streetbanners and streamers, flyers, crt at counter topper. basta lahat na ng materyales na ginagamit e nagawa ko na. mas madugo ang magproof kase kung wala kang idea kung pano ginagawa un sa printer e wala ka tlgang magagawa. buti nalang nanonood ako kay sir kaya nagsusurvive naman ako. pero im dead tired. ngayon lang tlga ako nakakapagpahinga. e yun. o sha. next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-332026923188489045?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/332026923188489045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-gonna-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/332026923188489045'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-7035351083059847794?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7035351083059847794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/cherry-chopstick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7035351083059847794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7035351083059847794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/cherry-chopstick.html' title='cherry chopstick.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5210141281620710880</id><published>2008-10-04T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:01:05.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the man who can't be moved,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tanga grabe. hehe wala naisip ko lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing great at work. madami lang talaga ginagawa ngayon. pero kahit ganun, madalas parin naglalaro ang isip ko and i think it's not a good thing. there's nothing good about dwelling on a terrible past. kailangan lagi kang magmomove forward kaya bakit kelangan iniisip pa ang nakaraan. gaga rin ako e no kaya lang ako nalulungkot kasi nag-iisip pa rin ako. yung mga tipong "i'd still say yes to you again..." jelegs. XD  hehe sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ewan ko nakakainis kase e. minsan parang ang saya na ng conversations namin tapos biglang may ibabanat sha na magwawala nanaman ako. o kaya nag-aaya sha lumabas tapos on the day itself e aatras sha, at ang mas worse, a few hours before kami magkita. alam mo ung pineprep up mo na yung sarili mo sabay, pakshet di pala tuloy just because he is on his way home and out of the way na. nakakainis kase gusto ko magalit sakanya pero kung tutuusin sino bang maysabi na kausapin ko pa sha. hangga't maaari kase, gusto ko friends parin kami. dati sinasabi ko na ayoko shang maging friend just because i know i can vulnerable sometimes at baka mahirapan lang ako magmove on. but here's the reality, you really can't be friends with your ex because after you break up, you start drawing a line between the two of you. lalagyan mo na ng limit kung hanggang saan nalang sha, kung ano nalang ang pwede niyang sabihin sayo, kung ano nalang ang sakop niya sayo. yun yung totoo e. kase pag kinaibigan mo sha at ganun parin ang treatment niya sayo, it's like you're still together, wala nalang yung title na "kayo". parang walang boundaries pag chummy chummy paren kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko kase dati, ayoko munang maging friends kami dahil kilala ko na ung sarili ko. most likely kase e aasa nanaman ako na may hope pa. kaya nagdecide akong magpakasasa sa trabaho ko tapos sha e di ko muna nirereplyan. pero eventually e naging textmates nanaman kami ulet. merong instances na parang nagpaparamdam sha na baka may babalikan pa sha sakin. pero the next day binabawi rin niya kesho lasing daw sha or what. shempre ung mindset ko noon e wag akong mainis kase di ako dapat maapektohan, tapos na e. but then again, di naman ako bato kaya malamang na naoffend nanaman ako. nakakainis lang kase nagiging teorya ko tuloy e wala lang akong lalake kaya feeling ko may pag-asa pa yung relationship namin kahit 8 months plus na ang nakakaraan. ewan gaga lang din tlga ako. (bakit bako mahihiya e sa dami ng tao sa mundo, may nakakaramdam din ng ganito.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of this moment e textmates nanaman kami. ewan ko kung anong klaseng set-up to. pero ung teoryang naisip ko, naniniwala ako dun. i just have not found someone new kaya siguro ako naghohope na may chance pa. nakakainis no. mas may saysay siguro ung pageemote ko kung kamukha niya si sam milby o kaya si john lloyd. leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time nako magkukuwento tungkol sa trabaho. mashadong mahaba ang kwento tungkol dun hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5210141281620710880?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5210141281620710880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/cos-if-one-day-you-wake-up-and-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5210141281620710880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5210141281620710880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/cos-if-one-day-you-wake-up-and-find.html' title=''/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8727767457960647813</id><published>2008-10-01T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:25:45.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uy ay!</title><content type='html'>basta jakpat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8727767457960647813?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8727767457960647813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/uy-ay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8727767457960647813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8727767457960647813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/uy-ay.html' title='uy ay!'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-4743206618719576802</id><published>2008-09-23T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:48:09.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tangena ang stinky ng paa ko.</title><content type='html'>di ko macontain. hehe kala ko di ako mabobother. yak nabother narin ako hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang weird ng feeling ko ngayon. parang busy ako pero hinde. actually may occassions na busy ako pero since last week mejo tengga lang. mas gsto ko tlgang busy ako kesa hinde kase nakakatamaran ko na tuloy magtrabaho. pero ok naman ako. minsan lang bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad ngayon. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-4743206618719576802?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4743206618719576802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/09/tangena-ang-stinky-ng-paa-ko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/4743206618719576802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/4743206618719576802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/09/tangena-ang-stinky-ng-paa-ko.html' title='tangena ang stinky ng paa ko.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5140270341691156453</id><published>2008-09-13T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:21:43.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outside the comfort zone</title><content type='html'>wala akong maisip na title dahil sadyang blanko lang ako. gsto ko lang magkwento kase mejo matagal pa si kabayan darating at wala akong mapagkwentuhan ng little girl stories ko. eto kasi un, dba mayroon akong little girl crush. sa kasamaang palad (para sakin hehe) e yung pinagsusupensiyahan kong may thing sila e meron pala tlga. discreet lang sila kaya di halata. shempre naloka naman ako kase sabi ni friend na tatawagin ko nalang na P e may thing daw tlga sila. yak ang korny ko but think about it, isn't it more appropriate to fantasize about someone who is unattached? finding out that the person you like is attached spoils the essence of crushing on him. e yun lang naman. ako'y nalungkot lamang kase makikita ko sha araw araw for the time being and it's not going to help seeing the both of them together. nakakatawa kasi before ko nafigure out na sila, i already realize there was something about the two of them. hehe so much for crushing on someone outside "the comfort zone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5140270341691156453?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-2273762640432604416</id><published>2008-09-06T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:14:33.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>niche</title><content type='html'>naiinis ako, feeling ko pag nararamdaman ko nang may  nauuna na sa akin nawawala nanaman ako sa sirkulasyon. pakiramdam ko, di ko nanaman alam kung gusto ko ba itong ginagawa ko o hinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art has always been a part of me for as long as i can remember. i started out really early and i also saw early on that i had a knack for it. pero ito ung catch, i am not as enthusiastic as the other artists in checking out the latest in art. ung tipong usong genre ng art. i may sound arrogant pero i only cared about my art kaya di ako mashadong masipat ng mga bago ngayon. minsan lang nakakahuli tlga sa usapan pag hindi mo alam. ewan, nagrationalize lang siguro kase parang ineequate ko ung lack of interest ko sa ibang art dun sa confusion ko na baka nga hindi ito ang gsto kong life long career. but i think im doing well at work so there's no reason to think na wala akong talent for this. kailangan ko na nga sigurong maging mas observant sa mga art ngayon because i have to keep up if i want to stay in this industry. hehe besides, i really can't think of anything else to do other than what im doing now. pero ngayon, meron na akong motivation to do better. basta secret ko nalang yun. basta din, i will be great someday. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will break free from your hold. marami pang iba jan. i shouldn't even bother thinking about having a future with you because we tried for the nth time and it's just not working. titibayan ko nalang ang kalooban ko kase mejo di ako stable when it comes to you. i can tell the world how much i hate having that memory of you but i still take time to reply to your txt messages. mejo kelangan ko nang manindigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-2273762640432604416?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/2273762640432604416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/09/niche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/2273762640432604416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/2273762640432604416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/09/niche.html' title='niche'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-7095448198007568965</id><published>2008-09-01T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:34:32.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ligaya</title><content type='html'>yak oo kainggit ang mga nanood ng eheads. merong mga tumanggap ng free passes sa office at nakakainggit tlga. at the same time, nakakalungkot din ung nangyari kay ely buendia. kung magkakapart 2 nalang chaka ako manonood. we will all be waiting for a healthier ely. get well soon. (yak feeling close hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may little girl crush ako. ung sinasabi ko nung isang araw. alam ko na sino kahawig niya, si raymond bagatsing kaya yun nalang ang itatawag ko sa kanya. anyway, badtrip na badtrip ang umaga ko kase nagmamadali na ako't lahat, punyeta nahirapan ako sa pagsakay kaya ayun late ako ng bonggang bongga. 9:15 nako dumating. e usually minutes lang ung kinalelate ko. anyway sa kabila ng kabadtripan ko, ewan ko pero putangina pagkausap sakin ni raymond bagatsing e nangiti nalang ako. yak teeny bopper hahaha. ewan bsta there is something about him. gusto ko kase ung suplado hahaha. ung tipong binabasura ako huwahaha. ay nako tama na nga. ayokong madevelop ang crush na ito dahil inappropriate. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwiset nakahiram ng dvd ng wanted punyeta ayaw naman magplay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-7095448198007568965?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7095448198007568965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/09/ligaya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7095448198007568965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7095448198007568965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/09/ligaya.html' title='ligaya'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5796254986440994654</id><published>2008-08-30T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:21:08.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guadalupe steyshun</title><content type='html'>medyo matagal tagal na akong di bumababa sa magallanes. it's been more than a month since i started with cgi and i really really miss being in sommelier. ok lang naman ako sa cgi, iba lang din ung experience sa sommelier. iba din kasi ang position ko kaya nakakapanibago. when i was in sommelier, i called the shots. di lang skill ung pinuhunan ko dun, utak din so iba lang din ang experience. anyway, hopeful naman ako na mag-ggrow din ako sa cgi. kaya goodluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just bought a design your own tumbler from starbucks. gusto ko tlga bilhin ung tag-50 pero dadhil quality naman ung sa starbucks at nandun nako kanina, binili ko na. excited nakong gawin sha hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i crush someone. pero big girl nako at alam kong di pupuwede ung ganun crush hehe. kaya di ko nalang iisipin mshado. hehe ung bubbles ko sa akin nalang huwahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5796254986440994654?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5796254986440994654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/08/guadalupe-steyshun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5796254986440994654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5796254986440994654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/08/guadalupe-steyshun.html' title='guadalupe steyshun'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3321710067898988892</id><published>2008-08-24T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:57:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 minutes to save the world</title><content type='html'>i am not really the busiest person these days. but when i really do get busy, i really really am. as in. anyway, so much has happened these past few days. i have just recovered from flu this week but still managed to make 5 billboards, 3 translites, 1 banner and streamer and 1 counter topper. im not going to say what its for because im not allowed to but i am so damn proud of myself because i am finally getting somewhere. maybe i just need to work on my interpersonal skills and my patience because i sometimes get pissed at my boss kase may pagkasungit sha and as many of us know, ang masungit, naiinis din sa kapwa ding masungit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ok naman, these days, we have been having all sorts of conversations. turns out, he's really nice except that he has a weird way of speaking kaya akala ko lang inis sha lagi. so far, sa aking tingin e ok ang aming relationship as boss and subordinate. kelangan lang siguro e magkagamayan kami ng ugali. ako naman kasi pag banas nako, pwedeng tatahimik lang ako or magwawala na ako. un lang naman un pero di naman ako bastos. basta bahala na si batman. masaya lang ako kase ok na ako sa office at sa lahat ng tao. sana e tawagan na din si buninie hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may bagay akong hinahanap hanap pero puta sana di ko na hanapin kase bahagi na un ng nakaraan ko. hahoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3321710067898988892?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3321710067898988892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-minutes-to-save-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3321710067898988892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3321710067898988892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-minutes-to-save-world.html' title='4 minutes to save the world'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5028921041602830264</id><published>2008-08-09T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:27:59.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>defensive!</title><content type='html'>hindi ako nagsusulat ngayon kase birthday niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi din ako nagsusulat ngayon kase malungkot ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas lalong hindi ako nagsusulat ngayon kase nanood kami ng "a very special love" kanina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang totoo gusto ko lang magkwento tungkol sa recent events sa buhay ko. haha yak wala lang. ang dami na kase ang tagal ko narin di nag-update sa sarili ko. anyway, eto ang mga nangyari sa akin after ng sommelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa friday, matatanggap ko na ang aking unang sahod sa katauhan ng atm card ko. shet ang tamis ng tagumpay, may atm na ako. hehe nakakadiri, feeling ko grown-up nako. gumawa na din kasi ako ng una kong purchase nung sunday last week na mejo pang-adult na ang feel kase 6 months to pay yun. oo bumili na ako ng phone na bago na ako ang magbabayad in a span of 6 months. di naman kalakihan ang babayaran ko pero feeling ko, responsibility na sha. madalas kasi hand me downs ang nakukuha ko o kaya naman binibili lang ako ng nanay ko. feeling ko lang, you need to have a sense of responsibility when you make these kinds of purchases kasi kelangan mo nang magmanage ng pera mo para mabayaran mo yung monthly. nakakatawa lang kase biglaan sha pero prepared naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is also ok. at first, i really found it hard to adjust to the environment and the people because of my hangover with sommelier. shempre it's different seeing new faces all of a sudden, feeling mo lost ka kase wala ung mga familiar faces at wala ding transition from sommelier to cgi kasi right after sommelier, go na kagad sa cgi. anyway, i think i have adjusted to my new environment. i may not know all of them yet pero i have had conversations with some of them already. yung mga kadepartment ko, chums na kami. medyo nakakain na din ako ng tama. minsan nga gusto ko na sumama dun sa mga kasama ko sa department pag-inaaya na nila ako kumain pero out of courtesy for my new friend, i still eat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss is also ok but it takes a little understanding to realize that he's actually really nice. he just has this intimidating aura but he seems like a nice person, like a kuya who likes teasing his younger siblings. or at least that's what i think. pero so far, ok naman sha sakin. he's very straight forward when it comes to telling you what you have done wrong. mejo kapaan parin pero i guess ok naman kami. in general, work is really ok because i don't do too much work. overtime lang naman because most of the JO's come late in the afternoon and it's usually the rush stuff. i really don't mind just as long as the OTs don't last til the wee hours of the morning. good pay naman din at may bigas pa. baon system nalang din ako para tipid hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto yung itsybitsy detail, meron akong crush sa work. yak oo garutay ako e. un nga lang, may shota na sha kaya secret ko nalang kung sino yun. hehe basta mabait sha, matipuno at mabango. hehe basta mabait talaga sha kaya ko sha crush. e yun lang naman hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napanood ko na ang "a very special love." di nako magkukuwento kase madami nang nakapanood at malamang huli nako hahaha. basta na-in love ako lalo kay john lloyd. takte kung magpapabuntis rin lang ako sa kanya nalang hwahahahahaha. i love you john lloyd!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday niya ngayon. yun lang hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5028921041602830264?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5028921041602830264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/08/defensive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5028921041602830264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5028921041602830264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/08/defensive.html' title='defensive!'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6898370874258709204</id><published>2008-07-29T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:55:47.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tour-ista</title><content type='html'>nagtour ako sa office courtesy of sir louie. katawa kase mejo one week nako since last week ngayon nia lang ako nilibot sa office. ok lang din kasi at least alam na nila na ang pangalan ko ay gari, di mica, maika or gani or gary lising hehe. sana tuloy tuloy lang yung ok days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired sana ako magsulat kaya lang nawala hehe. neks taym na. meron ata akong bagong crushee. ahaha ok next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6898370874258709204?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6898370874258709204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/07/tour-ista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6898370874258709204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6898370874258709204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/07/tour-ista.html' title='tour-ista'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-557414438521394985</id><published>2008-07-25T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:11:51.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love ko to!</title><content type='html'>kakadaan lang ng una kong linggo sa mcdo. ok naman so far in terms of work kasi nakakacope naman ako. sa co-workers naman, ok naman din. mababait sila at makukulit. di ko lang alam bakit parang nadedepress ako. feeling ko kase tlga may separation anxiety ako. o hormones lang kase meron ako ngayon e. ang dami kasing instances this week na parang natiteary eyed ako, o tlgang iiyak nako. ewan basta namimiss ko kase sila ms weng. bagong environment kasi, wala pako sa comfort zone ko. un lang naman. pero i am still grateful for the opportunity they've given me. sana there are better things waiting for me at sana marami akong matutunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello advertising. wait for me.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-557414438521394985?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/557414438521394985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-ko-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/557414438521394985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/557414438521394985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-ko-to.html' title='love ko to!'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3056334024196877992</id><published>2008-07-07T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:57:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backtrack</title><content type='html'>i miss something that shouldn't be missed, and that...is a whole lot of things hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabait nga tlga si lord kase kahit di ako nakapagsimba kahapon e parang pinapalad naman ako. kanina naginterview na ako finally sa glamlab. ok naman pero mejo nakakatakot ung bossing don. namiss ko nga si sir vic kahit sandali lang yun hehe. soft spoken kase si sir vic chaka di sha bossy. tapos on my back to work e nagtext si sir nel from mcdo. nagulat ako kase mejo kinalimutan ko na un kase kala ko di naman ako pasado dun. e un pala kasama daw ako sa top 3 pero dahil dalawa lang ang kukunin at ako ang pangtatlo, di ako ang kinuha. e tapos sabi may opening sila sa fa. tinatanong nila kung available pa ako. sabi ko nalang oo dahil last na trabaho ko narin sa sommelier. di ko pa alam kung anong mangyayari pero bahala na si batman hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss that something i shouldn't miss and it's kind of disturbing. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3056334024196877992?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3056334024196877992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>bukas nalaaaaaaang...</title><content type='html'>kitang mamahaliiiiiin... yak ang baduy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe ang daming magulo sa buhay ko ngayon. i hate to admit it but i actually miss the only person whom i thought was the only right thing in my life.(kahit hinde hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang... kasi dati nung kami pa petiks lang kami. we kind of lived in a world na happy happy lang dapat lagi, the only things that mattered were ung mga enjoy na bagay na gagawin namin next. ngayon, mejo dumadami na ang mga problema na di na tlga maaavoid. mga maiinit ang ulo at mga clashing opinions. mga decisions na mahirap gawin. ewan ko ba. nakakainis pala tumanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is ok. i was offered a renewal contract. may hesitation. kasi ba naman ibigay sakin nung araw na may nasesante. shempre na backoff ako diba. hay. pagdadasal ko nalang kung pipirma ako o hinde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-1821077966503812433?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1821077966503812433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/06/bukas-nalaaaaaaang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1821077966503812433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1821077966503812433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/06/bukas-nalaaaaaaang.html' title='bukas nalaaaaaaang...'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8892853127878700841</id><published>2008-06-18T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:39:09.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apple bottom jeans</title><content type='html'>napag-usapan na pala sa opisina ang extension ko...nang hindi ko alam. pero ok lang naman. di ako nalulungkot o natutuwa. basta keri lang. di ko din alam kung papayag ako o hinde. bsta hinihintay ko lang ang mga pangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya naman ako sa trabaho, masaya ang mga kasama ko at masaya ang mag trabaho ko. nakakatawa ung mga ginagawa ko ngayon. pag kayo nakakain sa zucchini's, ako ang naglayout ng wine list nila sa menu. simple lang un pero nakakatawa kase mano mano men. vinector ko pa ung logo nila kase low res lang ang pinadala samin. anyho, nakakatuwa kase kahit di naman tlga magiging talamak sa market ang aking mga gawa, im still going global kase ung mga pricelist, brochures and other ekeks na ginawa ko, nasa hongkong na, hawak ng iba't ibang nationalidad. nakakatuwa rin kase kahit papano, my hardwork is actually paying off dahil may mga nagagandahan naman sa ginagawa ko. chaka mani nalang ang illustrator ngayon hahaha. ok lang, worth it naman siguro ang mga binabayad nila saken huwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god will eventually point me to the right direction. go with the flow lang men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa ibang dako naman, sige ikukuwento ko na tlga ng buo kase nung isang araw nag-aalangan pako.. ganto kase yan, lately mejo texting mania naman tong si kabayan. ok lang naman sakin, text lang naman chaka friendly texting lang. nung sabado, biglang tumeteks nanaman sha, pero eto, nagiinuman sila nung pinsan nia. tapos all of a sudden  namimiss na daw nia ako at pano kung balikan nia ako. shempre ako naman sabi ko, brad lasing ka lang. sha naman kahit di daw sha lasing namimiss daw nia ako, kase ok daw ako at iba tlga ako. shempre, sabi ko matagal nakong iba dapat narealize nia yun dati pa no. kamon im so dedicated kahit mukha kang lupa, kung mahal kita, mahal kita, pakielam ko sa mga nagmamaganda jan. ganun ako e. anyway, sabi ko lasing lang sha kaya di ko sha sineseryoso, kahit sabi nia seryoso sha at sana makapagusap kami soon. tapos nung kasunod dn na araw, humingi sha ng dispensa sakin kase nangulit lang daw sha. sa makatuwid, lahat nung sinabi nia nung sabado, stir lang yun, (like i figured) at pawang kathang isip lamang. so ok hahaha. at least di ko dinamdam kase inanticipate ko na magpapapogi nanaman sha like he always does. di sa nagmamaganda ako, sa relasyon namin dati, i was the good person. he ditched me after thesis delibs pero sige, ok lang kase parang di na worth it ung relationship kase tinatrato nia na akong parang tae. we wanted to save the friendship pero totoo nga ang sinasabi nilang kung naging kayo dati and it did not end well, expect the worst kase di nio na mababalik ung dating kayo. like pam said, when you reached that point where he becomes more than a friend, it's hard to think of him as a person less than that lover he used to be when he was with you. ganun din ung naisip ko kase di ko kayang maging comfortable sa knya ulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ok lang naman ako, still happy and obese hehehe. medyo carb diet ako ngayon. ok lobo na hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8892853127878700841?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8892853127878700841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/06/apple-bottom-jeans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8892853127878700841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8892853127878700841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/06/apple-bottom-jeans.html' title='apple bottom jeans'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6037816497213487661</id><published>2008-06-14T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:54:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hay nako don't call me babe because i am not a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umuulan ng bwisit ngayon. i have a lot on my mind, not now and especially not when you're drunk. you think im something. yes i am something, i was something, and i will always be something. oh my god he's giving me that line! na iba ako e chorva. nakakatawa na nakakaloka. ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag nakastrike three ka na, out ka na. e pano..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6037816497213487661?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6037816497213487661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/06/hay-nako-dont-call-me-babe-because-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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magbonding ng gabi na tipong yuppie na yuppie na kame na eleven na nasa labas pa kami. katawa lamang kase parang working girls na kami tapos hindi nako hinahanap kahit late na. it really pays to tell the truth pag nagpapaalam ka. kahit biglaang lakad, di ka na mashadong pinagsususpensyahan. sana nung kami ni kabayan e nagsabi na lang ako ng totoo. siguro pahirapan pero baka naging maayos kami. (that is kung meant tlga na kami haha. ewan ko lang.) e un masaya naman ang aming bonding. yak mature na kami magusap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just don't quit. i don't want to bother myself because i won't be making an effort to do something about it. i should just tell my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not controlled. if i were, i wouldn't be having the time of my life. i made mistakes in the past but i will never regret having done them kasi natuto ako ng lessons sa mga mistakes na yun. alam kong di nako uulit kase gsto ko maging maayos nalang yung buhay ko. marami akong plano para sa future ko. pressure siguro sakin to do better pero ako naman sa sarili ko, gusto ko maging better person.  maybe i am a better person now. (mejo mainitin lang ang ulo tulad ng dati pero nagpapalampas nako ngayon.) ewan ko, siguro dala narin to ng trabaho. sa trabaho kase di ka pwedeng magreklamo kung di ikaw ang boss. mejo naasar lang ako na sinasabing kinocontrol ako. hindi ako kinocontrol, pinapakontrol ko sa nanay ko ung expenses ko(dahil di ko kayang imanage ang pera ko) pero hindi ung mga desisyon ko. ako ang nagdedesisyon para sa sarili ko. ginaguide lang ako kasi that's what more experienced people do, they guide the young ones. NOTHING BEATS EXPERIENCE. that's what people should keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narealize ko yan sa trabaho ko. kase kung mali ang magulang ko sa pagsabi na tama ang pinili kong trabaho, e di sana naglalaslas nako ngayon kase di ako happy. i am not extremely happy, but i am not sad. i am working hard and i am earning my pay. nakakapagod gumising ng maaga pero ok lang dahil walang trabaho sa industriya ko na late ang simula. eto na ang tulay patungoy sa tagumpay. bang bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aylabyu ate. wag ka na ma-sad. konting tiis nalang. malalaman mo din eventually kung para sayo ung work na yan. one month more to go and we're free lancers once more. isipin mo nalang may trabaho ka, ung iba wala. aylabyu. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3638054091069269786?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-1581925231148938269</id><published>2008-06-04T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:31:54.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wootwoo.</title><content type='html'>back to normal na hehehe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-1581925231148938269?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1581925231148938269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/06/wootwoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1581925231148938269'/><link 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because of some certain circumstance e kailngan ko ideprive yun sa sarili ko, nabubuang ako. mega. huhu ayoko ng ganito, sa totoo lang kelangan ko ng kausap pero as usual di ko alam kung kanino ko ikukuwento. haha actually gusto ko kay mikka kaya lang busy si mikka ngayon pero puta kelangan ko na tlga ng kausap kase habang nagtetetris ako iniisip ko parin un pucha nakakainis. mega paranoid lang siguro ako pero baka di lang paranoia to. huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6964127599934148026?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6964127599934148026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/garita-garita-garita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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sad lately. ewan. mashado lang siguro ako nag-iisip. ang crappy kapag nalulungkot ka pa kahit wala na yung nagpapalungkot sayo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn you hormones...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung mayaman lang ako, magbabakasyon muna ko sa ibang lugar ng ako lang. feeling ko i need to find myself. i need to know what i really want. nabubuang ako. matatapos na ung kontrata ko pero parang dumaan lang ung trabaho. i need to find a working atmosphere i really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i think i need to find someone who would, in some way, inspire me to be the best that i can be even if i know that i should strive to be the best only for myself. nako i hate meeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5081270413035605756</id><published>2008-05-30T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:59:37.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushcrushcrush.</title><content type='html'>shet i hate me. may weird feeling nanaman ako pero ayokong ipursue. i know there are more important things in life right now and this feeling, there is something more important than it(tulad ng pera hehe)  kaya deama na lang ako. yung panahon na yun, darating din yun. wag magmadali at nawa'y pumili na ng tama kasi ang tamang daan, totoong mabato pero yun lang ang daan tungo sa tunay na ligaya. ang kata ko pero totoo yan hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will just turn a blind eye...dahil momentary lang yon. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being grown up isn't half as fun sa growing up. it sucks but we're all grown up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5081270413035605756?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5081270413035605756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/crushcrushcrush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5081270413035605756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5081270413035605756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/crushcrushcrush.html' title='crushcrushcrush.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6668371189089369648</id><published>2008-05-29T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:04:22.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bil-bored.</title><content type='html'>naloka ako. akala ko ako lang ang naloloka sa mga bilboard ni joel mendez. jusme, tinalo si ellen ng ellen skin care. ewan nadidisturb ako. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6668371189089369648?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-135917703925231021</id><published>2008-05-28T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:11:58.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dubai</title><content type='html'>wala akong maisip ititle. pag naisip ko lang ung dubai, trabaho ang naiisip ko, chaka gold HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mejo matagal din ako di nagbalita sa buhay ko pero wala naman akong kelngan balitaan. magrereflect lang ako ngayon. last week naginterview ako sa creative gateway inc, ang advertising department ng mcdonald's philippines. Ang ganda ng tinakbo ng interview at ng exam. nag-enjoy ako, although di ko alam kung pumasa ako o hinde. isa yun sa mga interview ko na feeling ko i was being myself, mukhang pera and all hahahaha. tapos kasundo ko ung magiging boss ko. i like the atmosphere and the kind of work, and also the pay hehe although walang exact figures. i was just assuming that it would be a lot bigger than what im getting now because the guy said i was getting way too small than what i should be getting. and i actually thought i was getting paid well, pero no biggie kase masaya naman ako sa trabaho and my workmates are great. even my boss,(pinoy boss hehe) is great. anyway, am hoping to hear from mcdo soon. tomorrow meron naman ako sa focus global, distributor ng coleman, dmc and subzero. maganda ung company but i have to see what kind of work i will be doing there if ever. kabado ako kase parang seryosong company sha. im just hoping i don't suck tomorrow hehe. thank god for the blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered na nireject pala ko ng focus global when i applied for their internship program. but now they're inviting me for an interview for the graphic artist position. weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-135917703925231021?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/135917703925231021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/dubai.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/135917703925231021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/135917703925231021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/dubai.html' title='dubai'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-9071290079806953054</id><published>2008-05-28T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:59:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inis or sympathy.</title><content type='html'>some people experience the monday blues. unfortunately, Im not one of them. ako yung nakakaranas ng tuesday, wednesday (hopefully wag pati thursday) blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was at the pink fence waiting for a ride. When I finally got on a jeep, I sat immediately, following my instinct to sit on the empty space. nung paakyat ako, an old man motioned me to sit beside him. seeing that it was an empty space, umupo ako. As the jeep started to move, nakaamoy ako ng basura. It was the man sitting beside me, the same man who motioned me to go to that empty space beside him. I figured na basurero sha kasi he was dirty all over and he was wearing tattered clothes. Naging bearable yung amoy because I was literally sticking my head out of the window. Nung una di ko matiis because i was sitting straight. nung di ko na matiis, i sat sideways. when finally the other person beside me went down, I immediately moved away from the man. Nung bumaba na yung mama, I saw the spot where he sat, there was grayish liquid on it. Naisip ko na katas un ng basura. Nung bumaba ako sa highway, nakita ko, may mantsa ung blouse ko. badrip. inis na inis ako to the point na kahit sa loob ng train, i hated the woman sitting in front of me. May katwiran ako. she was being a pain. (hellur.Sha na nga ung nakaupo, sha pa ung maarte.) anyway, nung makarating ako sa office, I was still pissed. Sino bang di maiinis, kaliligo mo lang amoy basura ka na. tapos nakaputi ka pa namantsahan ung suot mo katas pa ng basura. Tapos nung nalabhan ko na at ok nako, chaka ko lang naisip na kawawa naman ung matanda. Apparently, no one wanted to sit beside him that was why there was an empty space beside him. Joke pa ni ms weng. kung mamamatay na ung mama na un nung araw na un, ako lang ako nakatabi nia, ang swerte naman nia. hehe. e yon di nako mashadong badtrip. yung inis ko, naging sympathy na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina, papasok ako ulet sa office, may babaeng nauna sakin sa saksakan ng mrt ka. pagkapasok niya, di niya ininda na papasok ako, tinamaan nia ako ng bakal sa hita. umaray ako, tumingin lang sha sakin at ngumisi tas dagling pumasok sa train kasama yung shota niya. walang sorry. pagkapasok ko ng card ko, umiika nako sa sakit nung tama sakin. gusto kong murahin yung babae. nabadtrip nanaman ako kase bastos sha. o ano inis o sympathy? tangina sha, inis lang naramdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos ngayon meron ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i therefor conclude na hormones lang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero kakaramahin yung babaeng yun kase di sha marunong magsorry. sinasawing palad ang mga ganon. salamat mama tinuruan mo ko magsorry. iiwan siguro sha ng shota niya ahahaha.:P joke lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-9071290079806953054?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/9071290079806953054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/inis-or-sympathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/9071290079806953054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/9071290079806953054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/inis-or-sympathy.html' title='inis or sympathy.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-2300052787736128425</id><published>2008-05-14T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:46:26.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crush crush crush.</title><content type='html'>huhu tae i have a crush and i will not tell who because i am freaking out freaking out freaking ooooouuuuut. yak e kase puta di ko alam kung baket parang naaaliw ako sakanya..yak crush lang naman pero tangina nagtatrabaho nako di na dapat uso ang crush eww yak ako nakakadire huhuhu tapos sa lahat naman baket sha pa e sabi ko dati unlikely pero tangina ayoko na nga isipin kase mega paranoid nako dahil dito yak tapos bsta nako puta ayoko na huhuhu. pam why why why why hahaha. pero natutuwa ako somehow. pero di pwede. mashadong weird. yak ayoko na. baket kasi napanaginipan ko pa sha yak yak yak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-2300052787736128425?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/2300052787736128425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/crush-crush-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/2300052787736128425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/2300052787736128425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/crush-crush-crush.html' title='crush crush crush.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6110102326018746635</id><published>2008-05-10T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:06:33.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wu zun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3VYy-BnrMw/SCWdyclcj1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VtGaXYPK0ss/s1600-h/normal20070815c69dcd816ex9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3VYy-BnrMw/SCWdyclcj1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VtGaXYPK0ss/s200/normal20070815c69dcd816ex9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198734834861379410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelangan ko lang tlgang sabihin. ang pogi mo wu zun hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6110102326018746635?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6110102326018746635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/wu-zun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6110102326018746635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6110102326018746635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/wu-zun.html' title='wu zun.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3VYy-BnrMw/SCWdyclcj1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VtGaXYPK0ss/s72-c/normal20070815c69dcd816ex9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-1277784512046359753</id><published>2008-05-09T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:14:27.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misery business.</title><content type='html'>kanina e nagiisip ako ng konsepto para sa france wine and food festival at eto ang aking naiisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3VYy-BnrMw/SCRLwMlcj0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/pEE3wIOwEUc/s1600-h/FWF+Invitation+Card+-+postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3VYy-BnrMw/SCRLwMlcj0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/pEE3wIOwEUc/s200/FWF+Invitation+Card+-+postcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198363161276485442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;natutuwa ko kase kahit manomano ang pagkakaleidoscope ko ang kyut paren hehe. tapos di naman sha pinuri ni sir jerome pero inusisa niya ung steak. for the first time umuwi ako ng masaya galing sa trabaho. first time ko kase gumawa ng concept na akin lang.naisip ko lang din un kase festive ang dating. huhu sana lagi nila ko pag-isipin para di naman ako walang kwenta don. yak oo na si allen ang inspirasyon nian kase sha si kaleidoscope boy nung robinsons ad contest hehe. ayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shet may napanaginipan akong tao na malapit sakin na kaibigan. pucha unlikely ung nangyari sa panaginip ko pero nakakailang isipin bwahaha. e yon. yak lang. o sige na zuma time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-1277784512046359753?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1277784512046359753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/misery-business.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1277784512046359753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1277784512046359753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/misery-business.html' title='misery business.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3VYy-BnrMw/SCRLwMlcj0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/pEE3wIOwEUc/s72-c/FWF+Invitation+Card+-+postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3974350398142133479</id><published>2008-05-03T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:25:40.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrt magallanes station</title><content type='html'>i've been busy with work lately, oo kahit maghapon ako nagbabasa sa pep kasabay ng paglelayout ko. my work isn't exactly that hard kasi naglelayout lang ako. basically, i just do what my french boss wants and i present it to him as soon as it's done. it's not extraordinary like i thought it would be. the atmosphere seems to be improving kasi im getting along with my workmates. the fun part is, pag nakita mo na ung mga gawa mo na actual na. excited nakong makita yun, lalo na ung website layout na ginawa ko para sa france wines selection. shet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.france-wines.info/&lt;/span&gt;--abangan! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole commuting thing is the only thing that's complicated at nakakadrain at the same time. it will take some getting used to. iba pala ang relief na mararamdaman mo kapag nakasakay ka na sa train kase sobrang sapakan talaga pag sumasakay sa umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kabila ng kabusy-han, namimiss ko parin maging estudyante kase araw araw may pasok ako tapos pagdating ko sa bahay drained nako tulog nalang ang iniisip ko. hay sa ortigas nako magtatrabaho after ng kontrata ko. haha sana makakuha ako work sa ortigas. yuhoo summit media sana mapansin niyo ako ulet hehe. july 17 po libre nako ulet, kung kelangan niyo ho ng taga-layout, taga-kinis ng kutis, taga-timpla ng kape, pwede ho ako. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3974350398142133479?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3974350398142133479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/mrt-magallanes-station.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3974350398142133479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3974350398142133479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/05/mrt-magallanes-station.html' title='mrt magallanes station'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3615858528648340864</id><published>2008-05-03T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:02:29.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ironman.</title><content type='html'>just when i realized i could live life normally without him i realize naman na sa tinagal ng relasyon namin, movie buddies kami. lagi namin pinaguusapan kung ano next movie na papanoorin namin and it sucks now because there are so many good movies now showing and i have no one to watch it with. siguro meron pero may time constraints na ako. dati lang tlga kasama si kabayan sa routine ko kaya i make time for movies with him. nainis naman ako. namimiss ko tuloy sha. ayokong ako ung magtext sakanya para sabihin na namimiss ko ang movie dates namin because i already said i miss him specially when i encounter situations na naaalala ko sha. leche talaga. rollercoaster talaga. you think you're over one day, the next hindi nanaman. ay ewan leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti-social mode ata ako. di ako nagpunta sa party ni judd. ang weirdo ko. sana umuwi na si buencamino haha kelngan ko magkwento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3615858528648340864?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-4820671756568757552</id><published>2008-04-29T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:29:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>katas ng makati.</title><content type='html'>shet susweldo nako bukas o my gad! haha wala lang di parin nagsisink in sakin na working nako at may kalahating buwan nakong pumapasok sa trabaho. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakagulat at may factions tlga sa office. ayokong sumawsaw kase baka sweldo ko naman ang madenggoy pero may kontrobersya daw ukol sa pagkakaltas ng sweldo pag late. e di naman ako apektado non kase lagi akong maaga. oo maaga nako ngayon kase dati sobrang punctual ko, sumasakto pagtawag sakin sa attendance kapapasok ko lang ng classroom. e ngayon nauuna pako sa may ari ng kompanya hahaha. e yon kase anlayo pa ng pinanggagalingan ko kaya malamang na umalis ako ng maaga. anyway nakakatakot kase nagsasaksakan ang mga katrabaho ko sa likod. ay ewan ko sknila basta ako tatlong buwan lang ako dun. magsabunutan sila kung gusto nila. ako magpepep.ph lang maghapon hehe. jelegs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakatawa sha. di ko maexplain pero nagusap na kami ni pam tungkol dito kaya i am trying my best not to confused. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-4820671756568757552?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4820671756568757552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/katas-ng-makati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/4820671756568757552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/4820671756568757552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/katas-ng-makati.html' title='katas ng makati.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-547472497054059926</id><published>2008-04-25T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:06:13.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asar.</title><content type='html'>ano ba to parang gago wala akong off bukas. para naman akong kalabaw niyan. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana naman kahit halfday lang diba pucha naman. pucha tlga. ewan. ewan. ewan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-547472497054059926?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/547472497054059926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/asar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/547472497054059926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/547472497054059926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/asar.html' title='asar.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6184015773219789061</id><published>2008-04-22T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:12:16.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gad.</title><content type='html'>wala naexcite lamang ako kase bukas na ang premiere ng bagong episode ng grey's anatomy. naexcite tuloy ako umuwi galing sa trabaho bukas. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting better at work. ok na rin ako kasi nakakausap ko na ung mga co-workers ko. meron parin tlgang generation gap but im trying to work it out. people in my business are supposed to be flexible...might as well put my flexibility skills to the test. i managed not to be late ever since i started, which is good. im hoping i keep this up til my contract ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt that summit will call me again. kagabi ko lang nadiskubre na i put the wrong tagline on the wrong product. haha naaasar ako kay bal pero ok lang kasi kasalanan ko naman because i should have researched instead of asking. hehe un lang naman, at least they know i can layout. palyado lang tlga sa tagline hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a birthday birthday. i loved it. salamat sa nagpasaya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6184015773219789061?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6184015773219789061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-gad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bahay naman ako maguluhan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just signed my contract 3 minutes ago. i've been working for 4 days already and still i get this weird feeling. i signed the contract because i needed to but somehow, it doesn't feel right at all. im the kind of person who values commitments, even to those i don't like. i try to think it's for my own good, or should i say my career's own good. i will be working for three months for a company i do not even understand. maybe life is teaching me to value commitment and work more. work is not always supposed to be happy. It's not called work for nothing. maybe i will eventually work for a company i really want, or maybe work for a boss i really want hehe. but for now, im going to stick to this thing called commitment and finish the work i started. hello hongkong, goodbye summit....for now hahaha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birthday ko daw ngayon, ungas nung linggo pa. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5028487161310899916?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5028487161310899916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/costires-de-nmes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5028487161310899916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5028487161310899916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/costires-de-nmes.html' title='Costières de Nîmes'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-4274547601724688785</id><published>2008-04-16T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:33:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aanhin mo ang yaman kung wala ka namang jowa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the tight hugs, the kisses on the forehead, the pinches on my nose. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-4274547601724688785?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4274547601724688785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/dama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/4274547601724688785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/4274547601724688785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/dama.html' title='dama'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-1721987339042257388</id><published>2008-04-15T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:12:09.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaaaaaah.</title><content type='html'>wala. inis lang ako kase feeling ko napilitan ako pero ok lang din. ganun talaga ang buhay, when you start to make more money, that's the only time you get to decide for yourself. anyho, ok narin. i will be working with nice people anyway, hopefully i don't disappoint them. hello mr french man. goodbye ben chan...for now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiinis ako kase parang namimiss ko na sha. sana di ko na sha maisip pag nagttrabaho nako at sana mapreoccupy ang utak ko sa trabahong gagawin ko. alam kong di naman niya ako naaalala. di lang nagmemake sense sakin kung bakit andun pa ung picture ko sa friendster niya. sasabihin ko sanang it's not my business to ask kung bakit but then again, it's my picture kaya ang weird lang. ewan ko tangina naghahalohalo nanaman ung nararamdaman ko kase mejo nalulungkot lang ako. work blues ba to? hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-1721987339042257388?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1721987339042257388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/gaaaaaah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gusto ko, pera o karir? pano kung magandang karir move un pera maliit ang pera don. pero malaking pera dun sa isa, sikat na brand naman? ang gulo diba. ang hirap pero anjan na. last week nappraning ako kase sa dinami ng pinadalhan ko ng resume, walang sumasagot. tapos naginterview ako sa french wine, di sila tumawag on time, which  made me think na they were not really going to call at all. and when they did, i already applied for the graphic artist position sa bench and i made it to the final interview. ngayon, tinanggap na ako sa bench at inaalok ako ng mas malaki kesa sa french wine. ewan ko leche nakakainis dahil kelangan ko na magdecide bukas kasi ung french wine humihingi na sila ng sagot bukas. kelangan na daw nila ng artist asap. ewan ko tangina sa di nalang muna nila ako kinuha para nakapaginterview pako sa iba. kakabukas ko lang ng e-mail ko meron nanaman. ewan bwisit matutulog na nga ako kase kelangan ko nanaman ulet mag-isip. i feel like crap and im really not supposed to feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-208215864587300732?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/208215864587300732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/crossroads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/208215864587300732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/208215864587300732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/crossroads.html' title='crossroads'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3993874164885992097</id><published>2008-04-13T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:58:36.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.] Where was the first time you ever&lt;br /&gt;saw the person you like at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;♥ hehe actually, wala akong gusto ngayon hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2.] What's the greatest thing that&lt;br /&gt;happened to you today?&lt;br /&gt;♥ hmmm may maid na kami ulet hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3.] How many TRUE friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;♥ i don't count hehe. nafifeel ko lang kung sino sila. you're not supposed to count friends, or even segregate them into groups kung sino ang true or hindi. you're supposed to make more pero dapat careful ka kase baka niloloko ka din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4.] Would you rather get up early or&lt;br /&gt;sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;♥ sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5.] Tell me about the shirt you're&lt;br /&gt;wearing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ bigay ng mama ko. hand me down hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7.] What would you change about your&lt;br /&gt;life right now?&lt;br /&gt;♥ hmm giving importance to the people i love na seryosong gagawin ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8.] Would you rather smile over a lie&lt;br /&gt;or cry over the truth?&lt;br /&gt;♥ i'd rather cry over the truth kasi ayoko na magpretend na ok ako kahit hinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17.] When was the last time you had&lt;br /&gt;your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;♥hmmm siguro 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18.] Would you rather be mad or sad?&lt;br /&gt;♥hmmm mad nalang kase pag sad ako, umiiyak na tlga ako. dati kasi hinde bwisit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19.] Does it take a lot to make you&lt;br /&gt;cry?&lt;br /&gt;♥ hmmm dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20.] What's the best feeling in the&lt;br /&gt;world?&lt;br /&gt;♥ knowing that you are loved by the people you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21.] Are you close with your mom?&lt;br /&gt;♥ haha oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22.] Are your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;♥ not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23.] Do you tell your parents&lt;br /&gt;everything?&lt;br /&gt;♥ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25.] Name one fear you have.&lt;br /&gt;♥ ang iwanan ng minamahal hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27.] Does the thought of marriage&lt;br /&gt;scare you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28.] How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;♥ 2 one boy one girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29.] What's your favorite color/s to&lt;br /&gt;wear?&lt;br /&gt;♥ fink, black, white and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30.] Who was the last person in your&lt;br /&gt;bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31.] ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32.] Would you rather be rich &amp;amp; sad or&lt;br /&gt;poor &amp;amp; happy?&lt;br /&gt;♥haha ayoko sumagot. mahirap yan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3993874164885992097?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3993874164885992097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3993874164885992097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3993874164885992097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5364899031249984346</id><published>2008-04-11T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:04:09.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hondaran dan dan!</title><content type='html'>yak isang linggo nalang 21 nako. yak di ko makaya. parang pagkatapos ng birthday ko na ito di nako magdidiwang. parang ang weird na e. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka ako'y nasa proseso ng paggawa ng bagong layout neto. oo gumagawa ako, or at least im trying to. hehe baka sakaling may magawa akong ok kahit mejo simple. natutuwa kasi ako dahil may naisip akong idea hehehe. teka. magiging title na neto ay, "mga kwento ni pajama girl." oo na bwisit wala talaga akong magawa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5364899031249984346?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5364899031249984346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/hondaran-dan-dan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5364899031249984346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5364899031249984346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/hondaran-dan-dan.html' title='hondaran dan dan!'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-4970116831977668417</id><published>2008-04-10T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:14:59.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be connected.</title><content type='html'>nagsimula ang araw ko ng 5 am. naexcite ata ako mashado nagising ako ng ganung kaaga. anyway kumain ako ng mabilis at kami ay nakalaalis ng 7am. dumating ako sa bench ng mga 9am. abot ako galing hehe. ang layo sobra. ang dami pa nilang chaka. nireretype pa ung resume at tatlong interview pa ang hinarap ko. may creative test pa, galing no parang ahensya lang. nagkaroon pako ng new friend, alex ang pangalan niya from college of the holy spirit. pareho kami ng position na kinukuha pero vma sha napunta. ok naman din ang working atmosphere chaka ok naman ang mga boss. ewan ko nga lang kung tanggap nako. bukas kasi meron pang final interview kay mr bench man. yak bwisit wala sha kanina naexcite pa naman ako kase masstarstruck ako don. o well may bukas pa naman pero nasayang ang excitement, pati ang bihis ko hahaha. e yun thank you lord at di naman ako nagkalat kanina. salamat sa confidence, mwah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-4970116831977668417?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4970116831977668417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-connected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sabihin na may interview na ako bukas. nayari, ung portfolio ko hindi nakaprint out. lagot na lagot nako. nakakahiya naman kay Ben Chan kung papasaksak ko pa sakanya yung cd ko. nakakapraning naman. tumawag pako kay bal para humingi ng tips. nako nakakapraning talaga. si bal kase natanggap na kaya alam na din niya ang gagawin. nako mukhang gagabihin pako e saang lupalop ba ung ng pilipinas. nako naloloka ako. paplantsahin ko na nga yung blouse ko. hayef nappraning talaga ako. bitbitin ko nalang kaya yung thesis ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3022834251967618536?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3022834251967618536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/praning-to-highest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3022834251967618536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3022834251967618536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/praning-to-highest.html' title='praning to highest'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-4459105375020583683</id><published>2008-04-07T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:54:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spur of the moment</title><content type='html'>sometimes, one thing, one idea or one moment can make you realize how much you love the people who exist around you. it has happened to me and i realized how much i love even the most annoying people in my life. and it made me cry. im not going to say what and why but i realized how much i love all of them and it would kill me to lose all of them. tangina ang senti pero ganun ang nararamdaman ko kagabi nung iniisip ko yun. ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humingi ako sa diyos ng bagay na mag-aalis sa isip ko ng isa pang bagay at dahil dun, naging ganito ako. pinagsisihan kong naging masama ako sa magulang ko at sa mga taong mahal ko. tangina may ganun pala talagang moment. ewan. pagkatapos siguro neto e aayusin ko na ang sarili ko. i will seriously try to be a better person because i don't want to lose the people i have around me. yak i know im not making sense pero ok na basta ako lang nakakaintindi ng ibig kong sabihin hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. it's the simple things in life we forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-4459105375020583683?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4459105375020583683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/spur-of-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/4459105375020583683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/4459105375020583683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/spur-of-moment.html' title='spur of the moment'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-7329788241886246008</id><published>2008-04-07T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:00:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a toy afraid to be taken back to the toy store. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-7329788241886246008?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7329788241886246008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-like-toy-afraid-to-be-taken-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7329788241886246008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7329788241886246008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-like-toy-afraid-to-be-taken-back.html' title=''/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-446156917549621544</id><published>2008-04-04T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:23:27.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oftentimes...</title><content type='html'>today i graduated from college and received my first real invite for a job interview. ngayon din e&lt;br /&gt;nakilala na ni mama si kabayan pero hindi na kami kaya di mashadong big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-446156917549621544?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/446156917549621544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/oftentimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/446156917549621544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/446156917549621544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/oftentimes.html' title='oftentimes...'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8753435540987562722</id><published>2008-04-02T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:20:39.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet me half-way...</title><content type='html'>nung minsan na tanungin ako ng nanay ko kung anong grad gift ang gusto ko, sabi ko gusto ko umalis kaming dalawa at pumunta kami ng singapore, bangkok o china. tapos bumili sila ng kotse dahil immediate need daw yun. walang nag-aamplaya lang siguro ako kase gusto ko talaga umalis. naramdaman ko lang kanina na kelangan ko na ulet ng change of environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro kase nagkita nanaman kami ulet. naiinis ako dun sa irony na normal na kami ulet magtext, (kahit sha ung nagtetext sakin) pero sa personal di kami nagpapansinan. ako ung may problema kasi may dahilan na hindi ko alam kung bakit kaya di ko sha magawang pansinin. ewan, may kurot lang siguro kase. pero nakakatawa na sumesenyas sha kay nikki kanina na nagkalapit kami ng pwesto sa upuan. buti nalang nung practice lang yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is not like it used to be but it doesn't really go away, it just changes. from pain to sadness. from sadness to hatred. it's all the same because we all long for the day we get over people and we get over pain. life is a bitch pero screw it dahil kelangan magmove on kahit ayaw mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be normal and so does he. sana maging normal na ang turingan namin ulet. i don't long for the day we get over our love. i pray for the day we can co-exist, be friends like we were before without the break-up feeling. gusto ko masaya kami at di namin mararamdaman na naging kami dati at may mga maling nangyari. un nalang siguro gusto ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy ang graduation ko. ehehe di na ako malungkot!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8753435540987562722?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8753435540987562722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-me-half-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8753435540987562722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8753435540987562722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-me-half-way.html' title='meet me half-way...'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-9172518544547594007</id><published>2008-04-01T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:35:53.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa totoo lang...</title><content type='html'>sa totoo lang... di pako tapos magsulat&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang... masakit parin ang ulo ko&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang... di parin ako over kahit di nako malungkot&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang... excited nakong mag-eat all you can bukas&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang... miss ko na ang dayucdocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang... pagod ako ngayon pero masayang masaya ako. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi na nga ba may garibahaghari pagkatapos ng bagyo. hehe. wala lang masaya lang ako ngayon dahil sa maraming bagay. ewan ko lang yung mga pagong ko kung masaya sila kase tamad akong magpalit ng tubig, bumubula nanaman hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpaderma na ako kanina after a year. oo after a year talaga kasi last summer pa ako huling nagpafacial. narealize ko na napakagastos magmaintain ng kutis. nagtaas na ung presyo ng sabon ko sa mukha kasi dati 90 lang yun, ngayon 150 na. OA naman si doc 60% increase un a. pero ung mga astringent ganun parin naman. share na nga lang kami ni rico kasi mahal na talaga. para kong tanga ung pagpprick sa mukha ko sobrang tiniis ko. pero ok lang naman hehehe. nakakaluha lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit pala bano ang sistema sa cfad, pasalamat parin talaga ko sakanila kase kahit papano e mukhang umaangat naman ang art skills ko. pati na rin ang computer skills ko. pinagmamasdan ko kasi ung mga gawa ko dati, mukha silang tae. ngayon mejo ok na hehehe. e yun gumagawa kasi ako ng portfolio ko. tinatapos ko lang para mailagay ko na sa aking online portfolio. tapos baka ipaprint ko na rin kase parang gusto akong ipasok ni eugene sa trabaho niya. mejo chaka lang ung starting pay kaya nakakaalangan. haha ung totoo below minimum sha kaya parang ayoko talaga pero kelngan ko na ng experience, SOON. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige na ako'y magaaral na ulet magflash. watch me grow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-9172518544547594007?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/9172518544547594007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/sa-totoo-lang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/9172518544547594007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/9172518544547594007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/sa-totoo-lang.html' title='sa totoo lang...'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8924389050148294380</id><published>2008-04-01T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:20:35.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th floor octagon building san miguel avenue pasig city</title><content type='html'>i am posting this based on experience. unang-una thank you for those people who blogged about this "networking scam" kasi kung di dahil sa kanila e baka nagpunta nako. anyway, pag may tumawag na sa inyong may address na ganito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th floor octagon building san miguel avenue pasig city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isipin niyo na kagad na networking yan. They call people and use this approach wherein they appear to be hiring people. bobolahin ka pa na they chose you because you come from a good etc and they ask you to come in business attire to make it appear like a job interview. A certain Armond Santos called me yesterday to tell me he got my number from a survey i answered and that i was one of a few he called because their company was looking for people from UP, Ateneo, UST and Lasalle. Other than that, he mentioned making 15-30k a month and that their company was US-based. basta persuasive sha. anyway, nagcommit ako, thinking that it was a job offer pero dahil di ko narinig fully ung nature ng job (which he really did not say, bingi lang pala tlga ako hehe) tinext ko ung tumawag sakin to text me the details again para masabi ko sa magulang ko. dahil di sha nagreply, i decided to google the address thinking it would lead me to the company's website. to my surprise, they were really not looking for people on their team but people to invest in their networking gimmick. ayun, thank you na lang sa mga nabasa ko di na ako nagpunta dun ngayon. tapos nagtext pa sha ulet kanina asking if i was still coming to the business meeting. sabi ko nalang thank you im not interested. nakapagcommit na rin ako sa iba. he asked if i wished to reschedule the meeting, sabi ko nalang, no need. hayun hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipopost ko ung number para additional information lang dun sa mga posibleng tawagan netong Armond Santos na ito. it's 0905-2670623. Very business-like ang dating niya kaya nakakadeceive. e yun lamang. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8924389050148294380?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8924389050148294380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/15th-floor-octagon-building-san-miguel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8924389050148294380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8924389050148294380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/04/15th-floor-octagon-building-san-miguel.html' title='15th floor octagon building san miguel avenue pasig city'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5930893266660228465</id><published>2008-03-30T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:03:42.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magulo</title><content type='html'>mejo kahapon pako gumagawa ng portfolio ko. para kong tanga at di ako makuntento sa layout na ginawa ko. ewan ko kung baket mashado ko nageeffort sa paglelayout e puta ung gawa naman ung titignan hehe. ewan bahala na. di pa siguro tlga ko ready magtrabaho kase ang fickle ko pagdating sa ganyan. anyway, naisip ko lang ung prinsipyo ni allen sa paggawa ng layout. ung fonts dapat di paiba iba para malinis tignan. yak bobo e no walang sariling prinsipyo. naisip ko na din naman un kaya lang sadyang masayahin lang ako gumawa ng layout kaya madami akong ekek sa fonts. anyway gagawa nalang ako ulet bukas, ung mas professional looking. pero so far eto ung isa sa mga nagawa ko na nakakatawa lang ung ichura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3VYy-BnrMw/R--1gtgg9VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r0hhu5DKvIM/s1600-h/Proposedlogodesignspg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3VYy-BnrMw/R--1gtgg9VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r0hhu5DKvIM/s200/Proposedlogodesignspg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183561269703144786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke lang yang designs by gari pero ako naman tlga gumawa niya. ang chaka kasi nung logo ng grand boulevard parang tae lang. meron kasi ko ginawang mas ok jan e walang kwenta si maam hilario yan ung pinili. (what we feel is our best work is the one that never gets chosen. AMEN.) e yun ok lang naglagay nako kasi para malaman naman nila na kahit papano e may alam naman ako sa paggawa ng logo. ewan. ang crappy ko. mashado nako nabuburo sa bahay. ewan, praying for better ideas tomorrow. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ko na nararamdaman na ninang ako. wala lang taga-pag alaga ako kay baby girl ngayon. ok lang naman kasi nakakatuwa sha at nakakatawa at the same time. ang kyut kase ng ngipin niya tapos pag ngumingiti sha minsan, pilit tas ang asim ng ichura. ang kyut lang ang sarap papakin. nakakafulfill  shang alagaan. katawa para naman akong nagpapractice. kumakatok ako sa kahoy na hindi mapa-aga ang mga ganitong pangyayari. masaya lang ako mag-alaga ng pamangkin ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mejo nakapagcompare nako. mas okay mag-alaga ng baby kesa sa bata. kase yung baby papakainin mo lang, paliliguan, patutulugin at patatawanin. chachagain mo lang yung sumpong pag masama ang gising o kaya inaantok. ung bata, pag makulit, maiinis ka lang. pag pakialamera sa gamit, mas lalong nakakainis. pag tanong ng tanong, nakakainis. pag nagpapapansin, nakakabuwisit. pag kinakain ung chichirya mo pati ung panda mo, nakakahighblood. pag pinagsasabihan mo, pinagagalitan at sinisigawan na at hindi sumusunod gusto mo na maglaslas. pero sa kabila niyan, maaawa ka paren kase marerealize mo na kaya sha ganyan e wala lang talagang nag-aalaga sa kanya sa bahay nila. walang magsasabi kung mali ung ginagawa niya at walang magsasaway sakanya pag di sha nagsasabi ng totoo. walang maghahanda ng pagkain niya at wala rin papansin sa kanya pag nagpapapansin sha. actually si sabel ung sinasabi ko, ung isa kong pamangkin. malambing sha, makulit nga lang at matigas ang ulo. si rico ang talaga bwisit sa kanya kase nung minsan na naglalakad sila bitbit ung dalawang kahon ng fern-c(vitamin c na concentrated na mainam sa sakit.nagpromote haha) hinarot si rico ni sabel kaya nalaglag sa kanal ung mga kahon. e ipadadala ung sa states kaya nagwala si mama. e yun ang batang si sabel, sinabi kay mama na kiniliti daw sha ni rico kaya gumanti sha na shang dahilan ng pagkalaglag ng fern-c sa kanal. yak nagkwento na. pasensya na wala akong magawa lately. anyway mula nung araw na yun, si rico, imbyerna na talaga kay sabel. katawa. ako naman kasi matitiis ko ung ganun kase bata un e. di ako pumapatol sa bata.(sa matanda nga di ako pumapatol e.minsan lang pag oa na.hehe) e yun. umuwi na si sabel nung isang araw. tumahimik na rin sa bahay namin. nakakarelieve na nakakalungkot kase umuwi sha ng di nakakapagenjoy ng todo bigay. sininghalan ko pa sa greenhills kase sa pagiikot namin, naiwan niya ung handbag niya(actually aken, maarte lang na bata gusto pa magdala wala naman laman mashado.) sa isa sa mga tindahan. sabi niya naiwan daw niya sa isa sa mga tindahan na may tinitgnan kaming damit ni mama. nako naputukan talaga ko ng ugat don, jusmeh naman 3/4 na ng mga tindahan ng damit nadaanan na namin at bawat tindahan may tintignan kami tas un pa ang sasabihin niya. anyway nakuha na namin ung bag kaya ok na. wala lang nakakamiss lang kase sha talaga ung baby girl ko. malaki na nga lang sha kaya si sofie na ang baby girl ko. im sure she understands kase malaki na naman sha e. wala lang. ang hectic ng mga linggo ko kahit sa bahay lang. para kong housewife, alas tres na nakapajama paren. o sha tutulog nako at magigising nanaman ako ng maaga bukas. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di nako malungkot. ewan ko, wala lang panahon makaramdam. pero thank you kase ayoko na rin malungkot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5930893266660228465?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5930893266660228465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/magulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5930893266660228465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5930893266660228465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/magulo.html' title='magulo'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3VYy-BnrMw/R--1gtgg9VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r0hhu5DKvIM/s72-c/Proposedlogodesignspg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5114103226644451712</id><published>2008-03-25T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:57:48.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>so much for hoping he'd remember. as expected, he didn't and he even had the nerve to ask me if i was still hoping we'd get back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being honest, too honest to say that i don't want to expect or even to entertain the idea because i would never be able to move on. nakakainis na ganito ako magfret over someone who isn't that "great." ang bwisit na ang pathetic ko pag nagmamahal ako pero wala akong magagawa kasi ganito talaga ako. hay nako ewan ko tae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday lyon pero dahil sa birthday mo e naalala ko pang naging kami one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said i won't cry today. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-7094434106931541771</id><published>2008-03-24T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:10:25.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black striped shirt</title><content type='html'>nag-aalaga ako ng bebe kanina nang makita ko ang polo binili ni mama para kay rico na gagamitin pang gradball. para lang akong sinampal kase un din ung polong binili namin ni kabayan sa sahara nung magshopping kami sa trinoma bago magdefense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leche ayokong isipin pero di ko maiwasan kase pareho pala kami ni mikka ng monthsary. march 25 naging kami at september 25 naging si mikka at si marbs kaya parehong 25 ang monthsary namin. screw monthsaries. di naman talaga sinecelebrate ang monthsary. inlab na inlab lang siguro kami noon kaya namin sinecelebrate. but what the heck, tapos na kami kaya di ko na kelangan magrationalize tungkol dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish he'd stop texting me. i feel like a fool trying hard not to be that accommodating at the same time, still trying be my usual self so that he wouldn't think im trying too hard to push him away. sabi nga ni lucas scott, when a person stops missing you, you're very much screwed. siguro the only thing im proud of right now is that, of all the text conversations we had, he was the one who texted first. good thing i erased him from my phone book so i can finally have a "life" away from him. senseless dahil memorize ko pero nawawala din ung urge to text him kaya ok narin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay ewan ko puta. at the back of my mind, im still wishing he'd remember that we fell in love exactly a year from today. tangina ang pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutulog na nga ako. para nakong moomoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-7094434106931541771?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7094434106931541771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-striped-shirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7094434106931541771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7094434106931541771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-striped-shirt.html' title='black striped shirt'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3817448247630046794</id><published>2008-03-23T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:41:15.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>public affair</title><content type='html'>i have decided to open my blog again. ok lang mukhang naikalat niya ang aking gradpic na may MORON na nakabandera, so what's there to hide? nasa kanya naman ang control dahil kahit kelan niya ipost yun e magagawa niya at wala nakong magagawa dun. salamat nalang at di ko na kelangan ireproduce ang gradpic ko hehe. the only lesson i learned from this experience is nageexist pala ang mga ganung klaseng tao. hindi ako santa-santita pero may pakialam ako kung may naaasar sakin.  it's up to you kung itutuloy mo yan dahil wala naman akong magagawa.. alam naman ng mga kaibigan ko na di ako un. chaka bakit ko icocompromise ang paggamit ko ng blog ko para lang sayo. e di magsulat ka din ng gusto mo. sulat mo pa sa blog mo na anorexic ako o kaya bullimic o kaya magflood ka ng MORON para lalo ka masatisfy hehe.  bahala ka na, obyus ka kung sino ka kase kilala mo kung sino ung mga taong malapit sakin. kaya sayo, i give you A for effort. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe ang init init nahilo ako sa simbahan kanina. haha parang ang weird ng dating. oo salbahe kasi ako kaya ako nahilo kanina sa simbahan. haha ok lang di ako nag-iisa. madami pa kame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina ko lang napanood ang music and lyrics. cute hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakaweird ng pakiramdam ko. i now find it hard to trust men. feeling ko puro lang sila bolero. un lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey may magic sing na kame. yari kayo mrs tiga, magkakantahan na kami bukas ng gabi. HAHAHA:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3817448247630046794?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3817448247630046794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/public-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3817448247630046794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3817448247630046794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/public-affair.html' title='public affair'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-685798506002685280</id><published>2008-03-22T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:45:41.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonton and timmy</title><content type='html'>pinagkakaabalahan ko ngayon ang aking mga turtles (pronounced as "toytols") na si timmy at si tonton. natutuwa ako kase naalala ko ung alagang kong si action man sa kanila. si action man kase namatay dahil nilagay sa cup ng gel nung pinalitan ung tubig. joke lang pero talagang namatay sha sa cup ng gel. feel ko lang may sakit sha kaya tlgang mamamatay na sha noon. ang cute nila pero panay tago lang sila kase takot sa tao. si sabel kasi, ang aking pamangkin, panay din ang dampot sa kanila. ayan tuloy natakot lalo. but i love them anyway. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored. wala parin akong work pero ok lang naman kasi kelngan ko din magbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-685798506002685280?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/685798506002685280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/tonton-and-timmy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/685798506002685280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/685798506002685280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/tonton-and-timmy.html' title='tonton and timmy'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8758125455087023793</id><published>2008-03-17T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:46:23.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hundred.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When someone says that they have stopped missing you, your pretty much screwed no matter what you say."&lt;/span&gt;-lucas scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malungkot ako dahil sa maraming bagay. pero kinakaya ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang wala na kaya nalulungkot ako.&lt;br /&gt;dahil wala na, wala na akong maramdaman.&lt;br /&gt;wala na talaga kaya bitin na ang saya.&lt;br /&gt;dati nang wala kaya di ko na inalala ang dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakita ko sha kanina, nakita niya ako pero di niya ako pinansin. siguro nga wala na talaga. parang sampal lang, 10 second look and he was going going gone. di sha bumalik, sana di ko nalang nakita. hay hay hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8758125455087023793?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8758125455087023793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/hundred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8758125455087023793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8758125455087023793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/hundred.html' title='hundred.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5092657294584139592</id><published>2008-03-12T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:44:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working na working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;katatapos ko lang iupdate ang aking resume sa jobstreet at na-update ko na ang jologs kong picture don. hehe kaya iuupload ko narin sa wakas ang aking gradpic. pero maliit lang kase nashy ako hahaha.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. tinanggal ko na kase may internet stalker wannabe na lumalarga sa buhay ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hay. nauuyam ako. maghapon ko tinatrabaho yung newsletter nila mama. wala lang naiinis lang ako kase wala akong room para iexercise ang aking creativity. kelangan plain lang yung newsletter kasi matanda ang babasa. kelangan pang grade 2 pa yung size ng font para mabasa. hehe sige na nga for the love of mama daw e. pano naman for the love of ata. shet sandwich naman sana sa odeco, ung sardines and veggie lang please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung totoo, ako ata ang nakakamiss sa kanya. kase sa mga ganitong panahon, im sure nagbababad un sa tv kasi nanonood sha ng NBA sa btv. oo na namimiss ko lang kase absence makes the heart grow fonder. echos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang nalungkot lang ako. kasi bibili sila ng kotse, feeling ko yung pangarap kong trip to bangkok namin ng nanay ko, di na siguro matutuloy. ok na nga lang, sa birthday ko, papupuntahin ko nalang sila mikka, bunie at sila alfie and the boys para kumain kami dito. maghahappy birthday party nalang kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko. ok lang naman yung kotse e kasi makakagamit din ako non, yun nga lang, pucha yung pera kong bigay ni tita annie, wala muna kong magagalaw dun dahil ibabayad din daw un. sabi ko nga bibili na rin ako sa wakas ng havaianas kasi keri ko na, un pala di parin. naku yung wish list ko, panay wish na lang talaga hayop. sige na ok nalang din. bibili nalang ako ng bagong banana peel dahil nalosyang na ung owl ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mashado ako nagrarationalize dun sa kotse. feeling ko kasi di talaga meant un e. kung meant un, e di sana na-approve na ung loan. AY NAKO LEKAT BAHALA NA SILA DON. maghahanap nalang akong ng trabaho para ung iggrant ko ung nasa wish list ko hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yari may bisita si kuya naka-yagit clothes ako! pucha butas ung balikat ko hahaha. hay. IM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5092657294584139592?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5092657294584139592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/working-na-working.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5092657294584139592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5092657294584139592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/working-na-working.html' title='working na working'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-2861919643759420751</id><published>2008-03-11T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:32:47.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAY BUHAY.</title><content type='html'>sabi ng papa ko, tamad daw ako kase 9 am nako gumigising netong mga nakaraang araw. pero ako parin ang naghahanda ng agahan niya, naghuhugas ng pinagkainan niya at naghuhugas ng pinagkainan namin sa umaga tanghali at gabi. minsan nagsasaing din ako. pero tamad ako. kaya hindi din ako qualified to work under long hours sakaling may makuha akong trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan di ko makita yung logic dun sa sinasabi niyang tamad ako kase may ginagawa ako. late lang ako gumising these days kasi hirap akong matulog. 3am nako nakakatulog, minsan pa 5 na dahil di talaga ako makatulog. sha naman, kakain lang sa umaga, papasok sa trabaho, kakain ng hapunan sa gabi. at ako paren ang maghuhugas ng pinagkainan niya. pero tamad daw ako. minsan ung ulam na niluto ko, sha din naman ang kakain. pero tamad parin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noon, napipikon ako pag sinasabi niyang tamad ako kase inaabot nako ng alas tres sa paggawa ng thesis ko. iniiyakan ko pa yun kasi di na nga talaga ako natutulog, sasabihan pakong tamad. parang yung efforts ko to finish my thesis is useless just because I WAKE UP LATE. may sense ba? di ko alam. sa kanya may sense yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get his point about waking up early and being punctual because it's important to make it to school, work or to any commitment on time. i get that and i apply that in important situations. right now, i am taking a vacation from all the stress school has brought me and he thinks i should be awake by 6am. the best part is, he doesn't care whether i have nothing to do as long as i am awake by 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o paro mas klaro. di ka tamad kapag gising ka na ng 6am araw-araw, kahit ang gagawin mo lang ay tumanga buong araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe ang sarap mabuhay. hehe. inis ako pero kung didibdibin ko rin lang, para lang din akong tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spice lang sa araw, after 4 days, nagtext na sha ulet para makipag-ayos sakin..sabi ko, it will take some time, cliche na kung cliche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-2861919643759420751?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/2861919643759420751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/hay-buhay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/2861919643759420751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/2861919643759420751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/hay-buhay.html' title='HAY BUHAY.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-287233573357324166</id><published>2008-03-10T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:48:47.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to let go.</title><content type='html'>1. Last beverage– iced tea&lt;br /&gt;2. Last call - bunie&lt;br /&gt;3. Last hug - i cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you cried - march 1&lt;br /&gt;5. Last text message sent – heti&lt;br /&gt;6. Last text message recieved – heti&lt;br /&gt;7. Last missed call - hey momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dated someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on? YES&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it? no&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost someone special? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;5. Been depressed? yes :(&lt;br /&gt;6. Been drunk and threw up? YES haha&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;→ pink yellow black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Made a new friend - yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen out of love - perhaps&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughed until you cried - yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Met someone who changed your life? hmmm wala pa naman&lt;br /&gt;5. Found out who your true friends were? yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there something you want to tell someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMS:&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing for your birthday?- feed friends hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What time did you wake up today? - 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing at midnight last night? - downloading OTH eps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name something you can't wait for: - work and graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you saw your father? - kanina lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life?- my judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you listening to right now? - the sound of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever talked to the manager of FS? - anong FS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who's getting on your nerves right now? - enrico for screwing up my laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you emailed? - my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was the last person you called? - no one. haha tamad tumawag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How many kids do you want to have? - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have any pets? - yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Changed your name? - no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger - no&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank hard liquor - yes.&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts - dont wear glasses/contacts&lt;br /&gt;81. Ran away from home - i do not have the courage to do so haha&lt;br /&gt;82. Streaked - never!&lt;br /&gt;84. Broken someone's heart - he broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested - no&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down - no&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died - no close to me has died yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;88. Soulmates - yes&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself – sometimes&lt;br /&gt;90. Chocolate – ?&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight - no&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven - yes&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Claus - i used to. huli ko mama ko gumising naglagay ng gift sa labas hahaha&lt;br /&gt;95. Ghosts - yes&lt;br /&gt;96. Aliens - no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? - yes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? - no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Is there someone you really like right now? - wala pa naman. it's too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Who is it? - WALA NGA E!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-287233573357324166?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/287233573357324166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/287233573357324166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/287233573357324166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-let-go.html' title='i want to let go.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-5465874469547232299</id><published>2008-03-10T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:34:00.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tangina may virus nanaman ung laptop ko. sorry pero gusto kong magmura kase putangina kakareformat lang at virus free na ito kamakailan lang. ung epal kong kapatid nagsaksak ng usb na may virus dito puta ka nakakainis di ka kase nagpapaalam pag makikigamit ka. nako bwisit irita nanaman ako. oo alam ko di lang gumagana ym pero hinde babagal nanaman to puta nakakaasar sobra. oa na kung oa pero di ito ang panahon para masira to kase maghahanap nako ng trabaho ONLINE pero dahil sa hinayupak na yan, babagal nanaman tong laptop ko. i know i should've installed a better anti virus but im just trying to find a perfect time to do it dahil may nakainstall pa ditong lumang anti-virus. i really don't mind them using my laptop, i just don't like it when people use my stuff without asking permission. pet peeve lang yun pero nakakainis lang talaga. leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yak nagrant lang e no. nakakaasar lang. epal kasi yan si rico pagdating sa ganito, nakikigamit lang  para magcheck ng multiply na di niya nilologout at mag-ym ng chickas na di naman sha pinapansin. nako bwisit ang mga bunsong kapatid lalo na pag nagbibinata!grar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-5465874469547232299?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5465874469547232299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/tangina-may-virus-nanaman-ung-laptop-ko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5465874469547232299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/5465874469547232299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/tangina-may-virus-nanaman-ung-laptop-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-1686856648413047695</id><published>2008-03-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:48:32.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My problem is with anybody who just vanishes and then waltzes back in and expects to be instantly forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--peyton sawyer, one tree hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXACTLY.&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/19566156-1686856648413047695?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1686856648413047695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-problem-is-with-anybody-who-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1686856648413047695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/1686856648413047695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-problem-is-with-anybody-who-just.html' title=''/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8893900436570436825</id><published>2008-03-09T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:30:26.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh tokyo.</title><content type='html'>we went to the hospital last night because of some might-have-been emergency. kawawa si baby boy. according to the radiologist who read his x-ray, he has pneumonia or at least a condition that leads to pneumonia. the official results will be released on wednesday pero more or less, talagang pneumonia ang case niya. anyway, last night, i got so pissed at the emergency room of the heart center. we were waiting for like an hour before a pediatrician checked my brother. nakakainis lang kasi bakit isang pedia lang ang meron sila. ang crappy ng procedure sobra. imagine a patient waiting for medical attention at critical na. dahil walang doctor available on the floor, paghihintayin pa. pero ok narin dahil nag-apologize naman ung doctor kasi may pasyente shang critical ung condition. so far, antibiotics lang ung binigay kay rico. kung di maalis ung fever baka iadmit na sha. e yun. hehe kawawang baby boy, takot sa karayom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakauwi ko lang din kahapon galing "the vines." ang saya sobra kahit pito lang kami. parang dito ko nadama ung tunay na bonding. tipong kami lang nagluluto, naghuhugas at nag-aalaga sa isa't isa. ang saya lang, perfect bonding experience.shempre mas masaya kung marami kami at nakasama sila asi pero ok narin kasi nagkakwentuhan, nagkabonding at napasarap ang kainan. hehe proud nako talaga kasi feeling ko mabubuhay na talaga kaming lahat ng kami lang hehehe. "sana maulit muli." no pun intended. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was crappy looking at the exact spot where it all began because no matter how long i look, things will never be the same again. maybe some things really weren't meant to last. im just glad there are lessons learned. naisip ko lang din na i have so much to be thankful for. ok na sakin kahit wala sha sa buhay ko kasi ok yung pamilya ko pati ung mga kaibigan ko and that's all that matters to me. he can have his way for all i care. march 1 is the last time i will ever cry for him. he's no longer worth my tears. di ko kailangan magtiis. kung ayaw na niya sakin, it's his loss. tama si nick, so what kung mag-iisang taon na dapat kami. maybe we didn't reach that point for a reason and im sure god has a very good reason for not getting us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now starting with a clean slate.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sure you'll miss me. i'll count on that. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8893900436570436825?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8893900436570436825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8893900436570436825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8893900436570436825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-tokyo.html' title='oh tokyo.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-6115065781175045618</id><published>2008-03-05T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:01:25.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eargasmic.</title><content type='html'>mejo paranoid ako these days pero i've done some thinking and i realized, i don't have to be paranoid anymore hahahaha. me and my stupid mistakes. next time, mag-iisip muna ako. haylavet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakit ng tuhod ko. para kong may arthritis. i hit the edge of the glass table while i was carrying sofie. ang sakit talaga puga nakakaasar. baka di ako makaswimming sa the vines. ang daming obstacle bwisit. bigla akong nagkaroon nanaman e parang katatapos ko lang last week. and what's weird about this is sobrang lakas ng flow. yak sorry napakagraphic. naiinis lang ako kase swimming na swimming nako. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko na talaga magenjoy to the fullest. feeling ko kase pag nagtatrabaho nako, i will be old and boring. sabi pa ng nanay ko, "yuck.21 ka na." kamusta naman sha nga 60 na e. hahaha... im so bored. i'll clean my room tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag-uusap daw kami tomorrow. he's really pushing it, im starting to think it's not only talking that's going to happen. naiinis ako dun sa idea na isinasama niya ako sa dinner nila bukas e ano ba, di na kami. it's inappropriate. parang kakainin ko lang lahat ng sinabi ko kung sumama ako. anyway, humindi talaga ako kase ayoko talaga. kahit kasama si bakla bukas, ayoko talaga. no no yun. babalik ko na din sana yung mga binigay niya saken. nasayangan ako sa notebook. ang ibabalik ko nalang dapat ung gradpic niya chaka ung cd. pucha ang korny ko no. e ayoko lang kasi nakakakita ng gamit na nagreremind sakin ng tungkol sa nangyari samin. maaasar lang ako sa sarili ko. e yun nakipagnegotiate ang loko at ayaw niya talaga pumayag na ibalik ko lahat ng binigay niya sakin, as if napakarami, kaya di ko nalang ibabalik. nakakatawa lang kase humingi sha ng gradpic ko, which really doesn't make sense kasi kinakahiya nga raw niya ako. e bahala nga sha ang dami niyang keme. basta tapos na kame yun na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuuy bunie itsowkey. ang mga lalaki, selfish talaga. di lahat pero minalas lang tayo at nakatagpo tayo ng tulad nila. aylabyu wag ka na mainis. dalhan kita ulet ng siopao. pramis di na matigas. magthe vines nalang tayow. yeyeyey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-6115065781175045618?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6115065781175045618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/eargasmic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6115065781175045618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/6115065781175045618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/eargasmic.html' title='eargasmic.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-7491899879456627521</id><published>2008-03-05T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:39:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please don't get me wrong.</title><content type='html'>weeeeee. para kong bata na nakasakay sa swing. parang ang saya lang ng feeling ko ngayon. im glad i have friends like all of you. i love love love you all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa iyo panda, maraming salamat sa lahat. ang korny pero salamat lang. salamat sa lahat ng ginawa mo sakin, mabuti man o hinde kasi dahil sayo, natuto ako ng mga realidad ng buhay. oo di lahat ng tao e mabuti ang intensyon sayo. pasensya kung di mo ko minahal tulad ng pagmamahal ko sayo. kawalan mo yun. anyway, we'll talk and we'll be friends again, SOMEDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shet excited nako mag-the vines hahahahaha. teka bukas nako magkukwento. tulog nako kase parang nagugutom ako. pag di ako natulog magugutom ako lalo. labo.hahahaha i lab it. im so giddy giddy yap! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-7491899879456627521?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7491899879456627521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-dont-get-me-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7491899879456627521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7491899879456627521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-dont-get-me-wrong.html' title='please don&apos;t get me wrong.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3324864559513194440</id><published>2008-03-03T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:03:15.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloomy skies.</title><content type='html'>andaming nangyari nung saturday. fortunately the party still pushed through. kahit malungkot ako, i still have a lot to be thankful for. napasaya namin si mama at okay naman na si rico. mejo malungkot lang kasi umuwi na si lola at si tita annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mejo maraming beses ko nang sinabi na maraming rason kung bakit malungkot ako this past few weeks. kahit maraming bagay din na dapat ikasaya, meron talagang mga bagay na nakakalungkot lang na di mo lang mapapalampas. bwisit lang kasi parang rollercoaster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tita annie and lola left for australia today. nalungkot ako kasi si lola ayaw bumalik dun. dati nasabi ko na na di ko mashado type si lola mai kasi ang favorite niya si rico. sorry pero maldita ako sa ganyan and i have this thing against favoritism. dati kasi favorite ako dahil biba ako. when all the biba-ness faded, narealize ko ang crappy pag hindi na ikaw ung favorite. e yun, these past few days i spent with lola mai, parang natutuwa ako sa kanya kasi pag nakikita ko sha, lagi ko sha kinikiss. ung excitement niya pag kinikiss namin sha, hindi nagbabago. kung gano sha kaexcited, ganun lagi. nakakatuwa lang kasi ang sarap lambingin. sabik lang din tlga ko sa lola. the last time i saw lola mai, i think it was four years ago. e yun lang. nalungkot ako kase 90 na sha and she has to travel all the way back to australia when in fact dapat nandito nalang sha sa piling ng mga anak niya. si tita annie din kawawa lang kasi wala shang anak. boyfriend lang sha ng boyfriend kaya yung pagkasabik niya alagaan si sofie, OA talaga. hehe di ko na mahawakan. pero nakakatuwa lang din. sayang sana nagtagal pa sila. pero miss ko na sila kagad, lalo na si lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend thing, it's officially over. last saturday after picking up the flowers i ordered from dangwa, i passed by his dorm to pick up my stuff. nung kinuha ko pala ung flowers, i don't know why but i just bought him a flower, a pink gerbera. then i walked to his dorm carrying all the flowers i bought. umaambon pa nun at wala akong umbrella. i texted him that i was waiting downstairs tas un binuksan na niya yung gate. yung ichura niya, mejo distraught. tinanong lang niya kung ano yung dala ko at para saan. inexplain ko naman tas binigay niya lang sakin ung gamit ko. tinanong niya kung yun na yun lahat. um-oo naman ako. tas bago ko umalis, inabot ko sa kanya yung flower. ayaw pa niya sana tanggapin kasi di niya nagets kung bakit. sabi ko lang, wala lang yun. tas bago ko umalis, tinanong niya kung galit ako. sabi ko hinde, masama lang loob ko. e parang naiiyak nako, inunahan ko nalang na uuwi nako. tas lumakad nako ng mabilis kasi ngangawa na talaga ako. tas un na sumakay nako ng taxi. on my way home, nagtetext kami. basta mahabang usapan pero ang ending, di ko sha mapagbigyan na maging friends kami, as in normal friends.  i asked him not to contact me until im okay and have moved on. nakakalungkot kasi ayaw niya din ng ganun. gusto ko na ganun nalang kasi ung magiging friends kami, di kami masasanay na wala ang isa't isa and that's not healthy kasi im sure, kung pano kami nung kami, it's going to be the same kahit wala na kami kasi magkasama kami. kelangan magdraw ng line kung hanggang saan ang pwede. dati kasi nung nagbreak kami, kiniss niya ako. (wag na tayo magplastikan shempre ung kiss na "kiss". ) e yun, ayoko lang na may ganung mangyari. ganun sha e. he likes crossing the line. anyway, ung last na text ko sa kanya ang sabi ko: "ok na yan. masasanay din tayo. last na last na text na to. ingat ka lagi panda." sumagot parin sha kesho tinawag ko pa shang panda, naluha daw tuloy sha. ngayon di ko na tlga alam kung ano na nangyari sa kanya. binura ko na yung number niya sa phonebook ko. crappy talaga kasi memorize ko. pero ok na yun, at least i can't find him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon kung may iba na sha, mas maganda na wala na talaga akong balita sa kanya. oo malungkot talaga ako pero wala akong magagawa. maybe things didn't turn out the way we wanted it to for a purpose. sometimes, we have to end relationships to learn life's lessons. i'm still upset about what happened and i cried it out already. im glad mikka was there. nagulat din sha kase ngayon lang niya ako nakitang umiyak ng ganun. i really didn't take it very well and i don't think i will for a while pero ok lang yun kasi alam ko gigising nalang ako at mapapagod at magiging masaya nalang ulet. kung talagang kami, siguro naman one day, magkikita kami ulet e. e yun. ang panget lang din talaga ng feeling kasi kunyari tatawa at tatawa kami nila feli tas biglang pag tapos ang tawanan, balik nanaman ako sa gloomy state ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it funny that the sky was as gloomy as i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3324864559513194440?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3324864559513194440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/gloomy-skies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3324864559513194440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3324864559513194440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/gloomy-skies.html' title='gloomy skies.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-8546314623871966458</id><published>2008-03-01T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:11:34.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neyo</title><content type='html'>kakagaling lang namin kay neyo. bukas nako magkukuwento kase sleepy nako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tagal ni papa maglapat sa powerpoint. anak ng kamatis baket antagal kase. inaantok nako. ang hectic ko bukas. imbyerna ang mama dahil ung suot ko daw ragged mashado. wag shang choosy di ko naman birthday. bahala na si batman. bibili nalang ako ulet ng damit bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba raw dapat niyang gawin. mag-usap daw kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sama ng loob, di nawawala overnight. parang sugat lang, di gagaling ang sugat over night. di gagaling ang sugat kahit hihipan mo. ang sorry nga pag sinabi pagkatapos ka sugatan, hangga't masakit ung sugat, ung sorry walang saysay. ganun lang yun. pero sige, may diplomacia ako kaya mag-uusap kami bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lang. mahina ako.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-8546314623871966458?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8546314623871966458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/neyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8546314623871966458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/8546314623871966458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/03/neyo.html' title='neyo'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-3140742207420564209</id><published>2008-02-28T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:56:00.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don heners.</title><content type='html'>kakauwi ko lamang mula sa eat all you can. naloka ako. grabe super busog na nakakasuka na. hehe sulit mag eat all you can kayo sa don hen at siguradong uuwi kayo na nasusuka sa dami ng makakain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sumunod ako kela mama sa omakase sa eastwood kasi anniversary nila ni papa. ako kumain ng mga latak nila hehe. grabe babangungutin ata ko ngayon gabi. kaloka. gagawa pako ng powerpoint mejo inaantok nako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mejo masaya nako ngayong gabi kasi ang saya kasama nila feli. masaya din ako kase parang ok na ulet si mama at papa. di bale nang may mga nakakaasar sa buhay namin, basta ang importante sakin, kaming pamilya ok kami. di bale nang single nako ulet, basta buo pamilya ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya din pala ko kase nakarinig nako kay mat ulet. super namimiss ko na kasi sha. i can act like my usual self when im with him. di ko kailangan irestrain yung sarili ko because when im with him, i can just be stupid and he really wouldn't care. tatawanan lang niya ako pero hindi niya ako ikakahiya. sana makapag-isaw tayo minsan martin. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabait si god. kahit may mga sad moments ako ngayon, mga muntik nang maiyak, at least kahit papano nagkaroon ng mga rason para maging masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imbyerna lang ako sa isang tao kase di ko mawari kung immature ba sha o ano. haha ang hilig magpasaring. basta nakakaasar, matanda pa naman sha sakin pero ung asta niya, parang high school. wala bwisit lang. nabother lang ako kasi napansin ko. di bale sha naman un kaaasaran ng iba di ako. iintindihin ko nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ang sarap ng "boofalo chicken" hahahaha. busog talaga. i am a contented cow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-3140742207420564209?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3140742207420564209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/02/don-heners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3140742207420564209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/3140742207420564209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/02/don-heners.html' title='don heners.'/><author><name>gari salvador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704409985680013583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/istaaar/pedes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566156.post-7765763454621378418</id><published>2008-02-27T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:57:31.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinakahiya.</title><content type='html'>parang araw araw sinasabi niya yung mga rason kung bakit inayawan na niya ako. kanina naman sinabi niya na talaga sakin na kinakahiya niya ako. masakit kasi di ko alam kung bakit. palengkera daw kasi ako. inisip ko nga, palengkera nako? e pano pa yung mga kaibigan ko. naooffend ako. mukha ba akong kalabaw kaya nakakahiya ako? bakit ganun. sa totoo lang ayoko na paapekto kasi malulungkot lang ako at baba nanaman ung self esteem ko. di ko lang maalis sa isip ko kasi di ko alam kung bakit dapat ako ikahiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;martin namimiss na kita. sana kung binabasa mo parin ung blog ko at di ka lang nagrereact, magparamdam ka sakin kasi i need a friend who knows what kind of person i really am. kelngan ko ng self esteem booster. life has been shitty for me lately and i can't find a friend who understands me. kinupal nanaman ako ng  monster na yun. hindi na nga talaga ako natuto. pero ngayon, siguro naman e natuto nako. sorry kasi di ka na mapproud sakin kasi tres ako sa thesis. mamarcha naman ako pero shempre masakit parin ung pinaghirapan ko hindi nagrade-an ng maayos. di naman baduy yung gawa ko at di naman  panget. mediocre lang siguro pero kahit papano, pinaghirapan ko talaga. sorry lang kase parang di ko naiapply yung tinuro mo saken. pero ok lang din. wala lang malungkot lang ako ngayon. kapag nabasa mo to. text mo ko para matuwa naman ako. ang baba talaga ng self esteem ko ngayon. tinatawa ko nalang. un lang babay. i miss you isda. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19566156-7765763454621378418?l=istaaargazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7765763454621378418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/02/kinakahiya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7765763454621378418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19566156/posts/default/7765763454621378418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istaaargazing.blogspot.com/2008/02/kinakahiya.html' title='kinakahiya.'/><author><name>gari 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