<?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-9439423</id><updated>2012-01-31T14:30:01.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Less Ordinary</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. I'm tired of looking around rooms wondering what I gotta do or who I'm supposed to be. I don't want to be anything other than me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-115418584806679477</id><published>2006-07-29T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:10:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come a little bit closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOVE ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;caedmon's call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one would love me&lt;br /&gt;if they knew all the things i hide&lt;br /&gt;my words fall to the floor&lt;br /&gt;as tears drip through the telephone line&lt;br /&gt;and the hands i've seen raised to the sky&lt;br /&gt;not waving but drowning all this time&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to build the ark that they need&lt;br /&gt;to float to you upon the crystal sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give me your hand to hold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause i can't stand to love alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and love alone is not enough to hold us up&lt;br /&gt;we've got to touch your robe&lt;br /&gt;so swing your robe down low&lt;br /&gt;swing your robe down low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prince of despair's been beaten&lt;br /&gt;but the loser still fights&lt;br /&gt;death's on a long leash&lt;br /&gt;stealing my friends to the night&lt;br /&gt;and everyone cries for the innocent&lt;br /&gt;you say to love the guilty, too&lt;br /&gt;and i'm surrounded by suffering and sickness&lt;br /&gt;so i'm working tearing back the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the pain of the world is a burden and it's my cross to bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i stumble under all the weight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're simon standing there&lt;br /&gt;and i know you're standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;yun lang. this is a really nice song. anyways, midterms are done. and i think i got an average of 3.0 for the midterms. i hope na lang makahabol ako sa digisound. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm thinking about this thing. and it's going to take me a long time, i just feel it will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, don't greet me a happy birthday on friday in any way or form if you just remembered it's my birthday &lt;u&gt;because you saw it in friendster&lt;/u&gt;. yun lang talaga. thanks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-115418584806679477?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/115418584806679477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=115418584806679477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115418584806679477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115418584806679477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/07/come-little-bit-closer.html' title='come a little bit closer'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-115288440611533746</id><published>2006-07-14T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:40:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to rush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;midterms week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so okay when it comes to school, no problems whatsoever. and i'm happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na akong ma-kwento, sa totoo lang ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back later. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-115288440611533746?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/115288440611533746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=115288440611533746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115288440611533746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115288440611533746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-to-rush.html' title='i want to rush!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-115169164817512079</id><published>2006-07-01T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:20:48.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie marathon</title><content type='html'>ahhh.. &lt;strong&gt;2 movies&lt;/strong&gt; in less than 9 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tokyo drift&lt;/strong&gt; at G4 with my APC posse. then &lt;strong&gt;superman&lt;/strong&gt; with the family at MoA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing cars and an "unbelievably-heaven-sent" good looking superhero. seriously, i almost drooled over for the guy. haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and i have school in 6 hours. and i still cannot change the fact that &lt;strong&gt;brandon routh&lt;/strong&gt; is so handsome. i love the world that way, though. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-115169164817512079?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/115169164817512079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=115169164817512079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115169164817512079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115169164817512079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-marathon.html' title='movie marathon'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-115107664224041672</id><published>2006-06-23T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:30:42.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>utopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;fun day!&lt;/strong&gt; it's been one hell of a fun day. i don't know.. i just felt like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see a play called &lt;strong&gt;condors quest of the galaxy: jupiter&lt;/strong&gt;. it's more of dance/musical thing, with their stand-up comedic performances to boot. it's of japanese origin, but damn i love it! laugh-trip to nth level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with patrick, ally, glenn, orven (aka "papa jesus") and the whole ARTAPRE class. sobrang fun, basta i felt like i had so much fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi naman obvious na masaya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha! i saw si "&lt;strong&gt;crush&lt;/strong&gt;" nga pala today after a week din yata. the funny thing is, everybody seemed to be wearing green shirts/stuffs at school, including me and "crush". haha, crush ko talaga si "crush"! i love looking at him, lalo na kapag hindi siya nakatingin. eh kasi hindi naman kami close. hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy. yes i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-115107664224041672?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/115107664224041672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=115107664224041672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115107664224041672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115107664224041672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/06/utopia.html' title='utopia'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-115064651246470830</id><published>2006-06-18T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:01:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toxic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;. i love that word. i'm enjoying it for the first time in my life. ewan ko lang gaano katagal kong sasabihin na nag-eenjoy ako sa school. haha, bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wala akong magawa&lt;/strong&gt; ngayon. but it's already 12am at ayoko pa matulog, kasi wala pa naman akong 12 hours na gising, haha! i think i have sleeping problems, but not that i'm insomniac. moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa itinagal ko nang gumagamit ng mga online blogs, i always try to make it a point to discuss things that is outside the &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; area. sabi ko, i want to be other blogs na i find really sensible that discuss about other interesting and much more important things. pero ilang years na ang nakalipas, puro tungkol sa sarili ko or sa mga experiences ko ang ikinukwento ko sa blog ko. it may sometimes seem so pathetic to me, but then i realize i think it's just the way i am. hindi naman sa may ADHD ako pero sa tingin ko hilig ko lang talagang pagusapan ako. (ang gulo nung sentence) &lt;strong&gt;ayoko lang kasi ng dinadaan-daanan lang ako ng mga tao&lt;/strong&gt;. gusto kong mapansin, pero hindi ako papansin.. pramis! &lt;strong&gt;i want to stand&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;out among others&lt;/strong&gt;. for as long as i can remember, grade 1 pa lang gusto ko lagi akong excellent sa lahat. kasi gusto kong ipaalam na may kaya akong gawin sa buhay. i want everybody to feel that i'm alive, that i'm here. i want people to acknowledge and appreciate that i exist. yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hanggang ngayon, wala pa rin akong magawa at hindi pa ako inaantok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang point itong post ko. may naisip akong i-post kanina kaya lang nawala na yung inspiration. pwede bukas na lang? mag-ddrawing na lang muna ako. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-115064651246470830?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/115064651246470830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=115064651246470830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115064651246470830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/115064651246470830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/06/toxic.html' title='toxic'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114967796607524200</id><published>2006-06-07T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:59:26.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>i survived my first 3 days in my new school, and it's a &lt;strong&gt;culture shock&lt;/strong&gt; for me. yes, it's far far different from UST. there are the pros and cons: APC is way too cool to be compared to UST, but smokers are puffing smoke on my face everywhere i turn in the building as to UST's smoke-free campus. &lt;em&gt;excuse me, i'm asthmatic?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i know i'm gonna love it there. right now, i am loving the way people give their attention to me when they learn that i came from another school &lt;em&gt;slash&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;transferree&lt;/strong&gt;. just like in my ExWrite class this afternoon, all the guys from that business management section clapped their hands so loud after i introduced myself. they almost gave me a standing ovation. &lt;em&gt;i don't know why&lt;/em&gt;, but it made me laugh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew it's going to be so much better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114967796607524200?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114967796607524200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114967796607524200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114967796607524200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114967796607524200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/06/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114849196783525696</id><published>2006-05-25T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:32:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit ba pag wala ka na ako'y kulang?</title><content type='html'>ahhh, i'm so blank right now. i'm like.. this:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;.....................&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is weird, but within the past 2 days, there's this only word in my mind, and it's a curse word: &lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and then i think of one person, because she talks a lot like that. i'm bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how could you be so "&lt;em&gt;i'm better than every living girl on the planet&lt;/em&gt;"? that's total bullcrap! you don't walk "the walk", and you don't definitely talk "the talk". i hate to be rude or anything, but you're turning into one social butterfly wanna-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, so much for the a-hole-ism of one girl.  &lt;strong&gt;9 days to school&lt;/strong&gt;! and i welcome myself to the whole &lt;strong&gt;world of trisemestral-ness&lt;/strong&gt;.. or something, among others. i also welcome myself to the no school-uniform thing, which is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm anxious, but i can't tell that i'm excited. there's too much angst going on in me. meeting new people and the whole jazz. and leaving my former university pals. those guys there, we have so much fun without us even knowing it. we don't need to be someone else so that we could laugh or anything. we don't need cigarettes or &lt;strong&gt;beer&lt;/strong&gt; (well, on specific occasions we do need it, haha.) or &lt;strong&gt;more money&lt;/strong&gt;. (but incidentally, we have.. most of the time. haha again.) give us coffee and we'd be great. i've been doing practically everything with them. and now.. so much for the drama, it makes me feel the painful pangs of missing them. but i will, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people were asking me out to see &lt;strong&gt;the davinci code&lt;/strong&gt; right after the day i saw it. where were you guys before i saw it, huh?? sige, &lt;strong&gt;X3&lt;/strong&gt; na lang. haha! penge na lang akong copy nung angels &amp;amp; demons, pati na rin nga nung the da vinci code. basahin ko ulit. XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114849196783525696?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114849196783525696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114849196783525696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114849196783525696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114849196783525696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/05/bakit-ba-pag-wala-ka-na-akoy-kulang.html' title='bakit ba pag wala ka na ako&apos;y kulang?'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114822641417243235</id><published>2006-05-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:06:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good</title><content type='html'>things are far better the past few days, i have never felt this so much peace in my life for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. AT LAST! i already saw &lt;strong&gt;THE DaVINCI CODE&lt;/strong&gt;! i have to say it was good. didn't disappoint me and what surprised me the most is that my mom and brothers also liked it. my brothers, among others, really don't take time and interest in these kind of movies. it only took me tons of answering and explaining before they could fully appreciate it. we were actually discussing the whole story and its aspects even on the way home. i have to say &lt;strong&gt;dan brown&lt;/strong&gt;, alongside j.k. rowling, are few of the authors that i consider my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the story or the book, even the movie perhaps, is &lt;strong&gt;too mainstream as some of my close friends suggest&lt;/strong&gt;; i believe &lt;em&gt;it's famous for a reason&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;that reason is worthy of the fame&lt;/em&gt;. i just have to reiterate that it is really good. i appreciate it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see it. and keep an open-mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and yes, the &lt;strong&gt;R-18&lt;/strong&gt; rating MTRCB gave the movie here is down-right &lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;. we've managed to trick those guys in RP that my 16-year old brother is indeed 18, and i, a middle-child that just turned 19 (but i heard in ayala cinemas, they are stricter, asking for identification cards). i just don't get the point of rating it R-18.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114822641417243235?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114822641417243235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114822641417243235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114822641417243235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114822641417243235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-good.html' title='life is good'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114745410395999502</id><published>2006-05-13T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:15:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mayer!</title><content type='html'>i was clicking random buttons on the remote control because i'm way too bored, and then i switched on to &lt;strong&gt;conan o'brien&lt;/strong&gt; and guess what he said at the exact moment i tuned in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ladies and gentlemen, please welcome JOHN MAYER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man, it was the greatest thing that can happen to me EVAR! &lt;em&gt;home chicago&lt;/em&gt; was totally awesome. and i just love john!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114745410395999502?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114745410395999502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114745410395999502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114745410395999502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114745410395999502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/05/mayer.html' title='mayer!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114703292542691501</id><published>2006-05-08T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:22:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted sighs</title><content type='html'>i don't know which of these two words fit me the most: &lt;strong&gt;CLUMSY&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;ACCIDENT-PRONE&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i "accidentally" (i'm not entirely sure, really) cut my left index finger with a razor. and i have to wrap it up with micropore and cotton soaked (exaggerating) in betadine so it would stop bleeding. for sure, a lot of people would have fainted at the sight of overfluous (?) blood coming out of their finger, but having yourself "accidentally" having cuts, bruises and abrasions all the time does help you cope with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4am and i don't know why i am talking about my wounded finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why i still ain't in bed either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that there would be a more superlative term to &lt;strong&gt;WORST&lt;/strong&gt;. (and in english grammar, i think that last sentence was the most grammatically incorrect sentence in history: "&lt;strong&gt;more super&lt;/strong&gt;lative") because if the word WORSTEST really does exist, i think that's the righteous word to describe what i am feeling now. all i ask in this life is to be a normal girl, with a normal life, normal happiness and normal problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go through &lt;strong&gt;a bad break-up&lt;/strong&gt;. and i think i've lost my family already. at 18, i have to look for a job so i could "raise" myself. i have to stop school for a "year", which is still indefinite, for there's still chance that i might stop for &lt;strong&gt;longer&lt;/strong&gt; than a year. and yes, the worst guilt-driven heartache i could ever have. break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't laughed or smiled genuinely for 2 months. all i am capable of doing right now is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i am not that normal. thank you for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114703292542691501?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114703292542691501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114703292542691501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114703292542691501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114703292542691501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/05/wasted-sighs.html' title='wasted sighs'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114659538450811872</id><published>2006-05-03T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:43:04.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meme-fied!</title><content type='html'>ahh.. talk about my current music playlist. random meme i found along the streets. XD take it too if you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number of songs: &lt;/strong&gt;only a hundered forty-five, but made like a bajillion of playlist cuts within 4 years, so i would presume i've downloaded over a thousand of songs already. talent, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first song in playlist: &lt;/strong&gt;3 doors down - here without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last song in playlist: &lt;/strong&gt;yellowcard - empty apartment (sorted by artist, alphabetically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shortest song: &lt;/strong&gt;HP POA soundtrack - double trouble (0:53)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;longest song:&lt;/strong&gt; bonnie bailey - ever after (6:36)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first artist:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 doors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last artist:&lt;/strong&gt; yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search in keywords and see how many items appear with the following keywords:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex:&lt;/strong&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death:&lt;/strong&gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love:&lt;/strong&gt; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate:&lt;/strong&gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You:&lt;/strong&gt; 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; 141&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drugs:&lt;/strong&gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God:&lt;/strong&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;search for your own name, how many?:&lt;/strong&gt; none of course, but my david b&lt;u&gt;owi&lt;/u&gt;e songs came up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do the shuffle! shuffle your library and list the first ten songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. john mayer - your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;2. coldplay - the scientist&lt;br /&gt;3. michael buble - the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;4. john mayer - great indoors&lt;br /&gt;5. natalie feat. baby bash - energy&lt;br /&gt;6. gwen stefani - cool&lt;br /&gt;7. razorlight - golden touch&lt;br /&gt;8. vertical horizon - best i ever had&lt;br /&gt;9. clap your hands say yeah - is it love&lt;br /&gt;10. arcade fire - cold wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i opened up my myspace account for after god knows how long it took me. haha, signed up for one because i wanted to add &lt;strong&gt;jc chasez&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;john mayer&lt;/strong&gt; and something. XD and then there, i came to a conclusion that using myspace is pain in my arse. when i tried to add them up it was asking for the verification thing, like the e-mail address. &lt;strong&gt;how am i supposed to know that, right?&lt;/strong&gt; and no matter how many times i try to put in their last names, it doesn't work. so how did all these other users added them up? even my online friends, i can't add their accounts to my list. of course, i don't know their last names. geez. nevermind, if you want to check out my myspace thingy, the link's on the side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great the OC episode tonight. i was really glued. i'm &lt;strong&gt;seth/anna&lt;/strong&gt; all the way, baby! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114659538450811872?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114659538450811872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114659538450811872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114659538450811872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114659538450811872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/05/meme-fied.html' title='meme-fied!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114650777715451956</id><published>2006-05-02T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T04:34:49.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best album</title><content type='html'>i thought, if &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; i become a famous, filthy-rich celebrity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the most likely reason why i would be popular is because i have a BOYFRIEND who is a:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; badass rockstar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; down-right good-looking actor, or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; the hottest member of a boy band (which is a dream i had given up a long time ago, but i'm still keeping my fingers crossed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other than that, i don't think i could be famous as an actress or a musician or anything that requires talent, TOUGH LUCK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. if i do become &lt;u&gt;famous&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and would be asked in a future interview (you know those stuffs like they ask you about your favorite color, food, pet, and even your favorite underwear) which in my opinion is &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;best album on planet earth&lt;/strong&gt;, last week i thought i would answer &lt;strong&gt;john mayer's HEAVIER THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, i think i would answer differently in that far-distant interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for my very neat-freak self, when i decided to run around and just find some random junk. i am oddly fond of seeing things i had/made way back when i was 13 or something. i actually found &lt;strong&gt;2 things&lt;/strong&gt;, both of which goes under the same category/phase in my life. i am not going to tell you the first one, (but if you want to know, find &lt;strong&gt;rowi&lt;/strong&gt; and ask, she knows it. *wink*) but i found it along with my very precious &lt;strong&gt;*NSYNC No Strings Attached CD&lt;/strong&gt;. and it's dusty and all, but thank heavens really, it's not broken. of course, i would've wished for it to be completely okay because i actually had it shipped from the states on the time of its release, because i am such a fan. (yes, i am &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; ashamed of it.) i don't like the idea of having spent $20 for it and just turn out to be trash after years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, those 2 things made me go and look for my *NSYNC Making the Tour DVD. i was wise enough to keep it, because i spent yet another good deal on this as much as i had for the CD. (excuse me, they didn't sell it in here in the philippines, only available in the states.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a funny story this is, i have it bought for me and when i got it, I WAS SO MAD BECAUSE I COULDN'T WATCH IT! i almost killed myself (and oh, rowi too.) because i can't watch! it only occured to me only a few years later, when the dawn of the DVD revolution arrived, that the reason why i can't see my *NSYNC Making the Tour DVD is because we still don't have DVD players here in the philippines, year 2001. (you are all like, "&lt;em&gt;oh my gwad!&lt;/em&gt;" right now, i know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, so there, armed with my *NSYNC DVD and CD and the ______, it's like a trip down memory lane. i played the DVD, and watched it like i never saw it before. and then it hit me, &lt;em&gt;these guys were the greatest thing that happened to me&lt;/em&gt;. and i wasn't kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the story in its entirety would really hurt you. but the fact that i have been a *NSYNC fan during my teen years, is something that i am most grateful of in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me open myself up to what reality is. not only that, because of my *NSYNC-worhipping self, &lt;strong&gt;i wouldn't have found my bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt;. (uyyy, rowi! hehe!) 6 years it has been, and i look back at that time in my life and it's the best i ever had. and if in that interview, i would be asked in which part of my life would i much like to relive, it would be that, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether anyone of you who reads this would DISAGREE with me when i say *NSYNC is a great vocal group, i really don't care, &lt;strong&gt;because their music is a part of my life&lt;/strong&gt;. and if you don't appreciate their music like i do, i'm so sorry for you, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i become &lt;u&gt;popular&lt;/u&gt;, and donald trump/bill gates-rich:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: OWI, WHAT IS THE BEST ALBUM FOR YOU EVER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; oh, that would be &lt;strong&gt;*NSYNC's No Strings Attached&lt;/strong&gt;. great music they have there. it's like that album is the reason why they became bigger and better. after that CD, they basically just grew up and made better music either as a group or individuals. the best songs i ever heard in my life are there. and i know you are going to ask me what would be my all-time favorite song, that would be &lt;strong&gt;'This I Promise You&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114650777715451956?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114650777715451956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114650777715451956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114650777715451956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114650777715451956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-album.html' title='the best album'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114632542839289334</id><published>2006-04-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:50:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i want to tell you why i love you. you need to hear this. i love you since&lt;br /&gt;the first time i saw you.. i never really showed it because i kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;ahead. i don't know, but you bring love to my life. if not because of&lt;br /&gt;you, i am a person who doesn't know what love is. you taught me what&lt;br /&gt;love is and how to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;               if only&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;everything's said there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114632542839289334?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114632542839289334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114632542839289334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114632542839289334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114632542839289334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-only.html' title='if only'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114611513436009074</id><published>2006-04-27T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T02:39:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this would be like.. whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; i had never talked about this thing i'm going to talk about with &lt;em&gt;just anyone&lt;/em&gt;. only a few people know and if you already know, that means &lt;em&gt;i trust you&lt;/em&gt;. and i am going to talk about it now because i am assured that those people who i don't want to be informed haven't got the biggest chance of reading this post. &lt;strong&gt;i know&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; 4 amazing months being with someone. and it was the longest relationship i had to date. actually, if it wasn't only for the number of months we were together, this would be included in my "&lt;em&gt;i was with someone but didn't consider it as a relationship&lt;/em&gt;" list. but the relationship, of course, is not your typical 'we-are-so-happy' type. it's so much full of &lt;strong&gt;my compromises&lt;/strong&gt;, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am an awful girlfriend, i admit. i am so passive and pathetic to my boyfriend and i know that i am being utterly &lt;strong&gt;unfair&lt;/strong&gt; to him. it's not that i don't love him, it only just came along after i said "yes" to him. and i asked him to keep everything on the down-low for the reason that i don't want to be a bit showy. my boyfriend is such a trophy boyfriend (saying that sans the bragging, etc.) that i really don't like people talking about us. or more likely, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR PEOPLE SAY STUFFS ABOUT ME. selfish, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never told &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; only after a couple of months into the relationship. i didn't give that much time to him, you know, the usual way people who are in relationships do. it's as if we never had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we have our moments and i enjoy every time i'm with him. he made it a point to keep his promise that he will never let me down. he never failed me, he treated me like how i want to be treated as a girlfriend, and i guess that would've made me so much &lt;strong&gt;more unfair&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i was just never ready for him&lt;/em&gt;. he so much more than i wanted, and i cannot have anything that exceeds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months, and all i think about was the day when i will say goodbye to him. because i can't hold on to this for longer, i'll just hurt him so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; to those who think that they are included in the list of people who i don't want to be informed about this but nevertheless had read the post, &lt;strong&gt;just shut up and run and mind your own beeswax&lt;/strong&gt;. i swear, mess with this and you're dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114611513436009074?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114611513436009074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114611513436009074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114611513436009074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114611513436009074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-would-be-like-whoa.html' title='this would be like.. whoa!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114603763074092811</id><published>2006-04-26T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:52:30.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit ba pag wala ka na ako'y kulang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;how do you want me to love you?&lt;br /&gt;take it fast, take it slow?&lt;br /&gt;baby let me know.&lt;br /&gt;how do you want me to love you?&lt;br /&gt;with my heart, with my soul&lt;br /&gt;i'll take you anywhere you want to gooooo-hohoho.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;it's paulo's fault. turned me back into this boyband groupie that i was BEFORE. major LSS there.&lt;br /&gt;i.. need.. to.. listen.. to.. a.. different.. song.. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ayan, may naisip na naman ako. habang nasa CR ako kanina naisip ko na sa gitna ng lahat ng kaguluhan sa buhay ko ngayon , i'm still so very blessed. &lt;strong&gt;ang dami-dami kong friends who kept on telling me they're always here for me&lt;/strong&gt;. and they really are! they're not just talking shit or whatever, they really help me out. just the mere fact that they listened to my problems, that's something. and the others are helping me out in more ways than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my USTe family: jevinne, yome, mics, my ahya paul (for the lovely text messages) and pat (sige asarin mo pa ako, haha!); and then rowi and paulo (like you guys listen to me 24/7); kahit boyfriend ng kapitbahay ko, girlfriend ng kuya at mga pinsan ko, boyfriend ng classmate ko nung highschool, teachers ko nung highschool, classmates ko nung highschool, mommy ng mga friends ko.. grabe talaga ang support! pang-fans club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not be given a &lt;em&gt;very understanding&lt;/em&gt; family (but still understanding somehow), i have this set of friends that are just so bigger than life. i love them so much! eto pa lang ang maibabalik ko for all their help: &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends, as in! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114603763074092811?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114603763074092811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114603763074092811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114603763074092811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114603763074092811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/04/bakit-ba-pag-wala-ka-na-akoy-kulang.html' title='bakit ba pag wala ka na ako&apos;y kulang?'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-114600053831569378</id><published>2006-04-26T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:35:41.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;took me half a year before i could update here, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't know why i came back here. i never knew all this just needed was a new layout. apparently, i was damn lazy that i just took off a template from blogskins. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ayun. too much naman if i update here about my life from what was missed prior to the last post. actually, it's good to be back here. i'll keep you posted kapag may nangyaring may katuturan sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit! wala pa akong &lt;strong&gt;tagboard&lt;/strong&gt;! i must've forgotten my html/css powers. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-114600053831569378?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/114600053831569378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=114600053831569378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114600053831569378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/114600053831569378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/04/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-113652808766832041</id><published>2006-01-06T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:36:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just hold your horses right there..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;you're eyes are not deceiving you.. yes it's an &lt;strong&gt;update&lt;/strong&gt;. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but..&lt;/strong&gt; it would take quite a time before i get this one up and running on a normal basis, i have a plan for this blog and it is going to take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, let me show you my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/stickaforkonme"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where i blog as of this moment. visit it, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know me, i change blogs a lot. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"see you later dudes!"&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;squirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(finding nemo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-113652808766832041?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/113652808766832041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=113652808766832041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/113652808766832041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/113652808766832041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-hold-your-horses-right-there.html' title='just hold your horses right there..'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-112575684333681144</id><published>2005-09-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:36:38.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happier from happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; taking back sunday - you're so last summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.. did i promise to post the metro bar pictures the last time i posted? &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt;! i'm too lazy to do it right now. haha! it's that because i got home from school so late and then i was &lt;strong&gt;very happy&lt;/strong&gt;! yeah.. wala ako magawa totally, i'm just going to tell you about my whole week. it was good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no classes because of the holiday thing. i just stayed home (buti naman, kasi super bad shot na ako kay mommy) and cleaned up my room and made tambay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay. shempre, we had electronics lab. ganun talaga. then after classes, yome and i went to watch a vball game. i think that was men's team: &lt;strong&gt;ab &lt;/strong&gt;vs.&lt;strong&gt; eccle&lt;/strong&gt;. ang nice nga nung game eh. shempre &lt;strong&gt;ab&lt;/strong&gt; ako kasi andun si ryan melad. haha! he's that guy who looks so good, but he's gay. :) and the fun part is that &lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt; was there watching too! yes, i saw him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;programming shitness. haaay, i was able to finish the program naman, pero i hate it na talaga. i don't think i saw &lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt; somewhere around. but the day was definitely alright. (i'm sorry i couldn't remember na talaga what happened, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awit pinoy finals! yeah, of course kasali yung band namin but unfortunately we didn't make it. pero masasabi ko talaga na &lt;strong&gt;we are great&lt;/strong&gt; for first-timers. okay din yung mga bands sa engineering. ayos talaga! late na natapos yung awit pinoy, around 7pm, i guess. then we eere hanging around sa grounds near the sports complex and engineering building waiting for jack and jeric's car para ma-load na yung mga equipment. tapos sabi ni yome, papakita niya sa amin yung highschool vball player na kamukha ng classmate namin. paglapit namin sa may sports complex... ooomph! &lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt; was there! ang happy ko na naman, tiningnan niya ako! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most unproductive day of them all. i came in early for school, pero nag-start na ang programming class, napapansin ko konti pa lang kami na pumasok. (ang sisipag talaga!) then i was starting my program na when yome texted: "&lt;em&gt;owi... lumabas na. wag mo na tapusin yang program mo. dito kami sa pav sa baba.&lt;/em&gt;" eh di, lumabas ako ng lab (wala naman yung prof) at bumaba na ako. haha! bait noh? and then pati yung second lab class hindi na rin namin pinasukan, nakakatamad naman talaga kasi. we watched a men's vball game ulit, this time &lt;strong&gt;educ&lt;/strong&gt; vs.&lt;strong&gt; science&lt;/strong&gt;. i rooted for the college of science, because naman of prince estanislao. yun talaga, super gwapo! kaya lang, super gay ulit. haha! and yeah before i forget, he (&lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt;) was there ulit. actually nasa baba ko nga siya nakaupo sa bleachers eh. yun... nothing much happened between him and me. after that. we went to &lt;strong&gt;rob place manila&lt;/strong&gt;. we ate at &lt;strong&gt;cinnabon&lt;/strong&gt; then tambay sa powerbooks, and went back to school mga 2pm. ayos ba? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to single-handedly report everything about &lt;strong&gt;adobe photoshop&lt;/strong&gt;, kasi ako lang daw marunong gumamit nun "sabi ng mga kaklase ko" (i don't believe, ayaw lang mag-report ng mga ungas na yun! =p haha!) eh kaya lang nagka-problem pero okay lang kasi our prof was too busy practising for his number para sa variety show namin. (ICS week kasi) the show was fun, lalo na when he (&lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt;) approched us sa seats namin to talk and then after ulit pagkalabas ko, he talked to me! yay, i'm so &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;! kilig to the max talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay, basta i'm happy dahil sa kanya! haha! sige, sobra na na-kwento ko. matulog ka na. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-112575684333681144?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/112575684333681144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=112575684333681144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112575684333681144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112575684333681144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/09/happier-from-happy.html' title='happier from happy'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-112472475740501479</id><published>2005-08-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:37:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't care how long, but i'm willing to wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; cueshe - stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was at metro concert bar in west ave and i saw &lt;strong&gt;cueshe&lt;/strong&gt;. it was definitely love at first sight. :) i went home just this morning around 4am, and then got dressed up to go to school. i haven't had sleep yet at that time and i'm the most "&lt;strong&gt;bangag&lt;/strong&gt;" person you ever saw. buti na lang PE class lang ako, 7am-9am. so i went home agad and binawa ko yung tulog ko. :) slept in from 10am-5pm. :) it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sleeping. i know that most of the time when i sleep, i dream. and i had these awesomest dream lately. para na nga siyang isang romantic movie! gawd, grabe! i'll make kwento about it tomorrow, i promise that. pero sabi nila, your dreams ar your &lt;strong&gt;innermost desires&lt;/strong&gt;. hmmm, i am yet to think about that... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when she gets in our cueshe pictures, i'ma share it all with you din. ruben was sush a charmer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-112472475740501479?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/112472475740501479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=112472475740501479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112472475740501479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112472475740501479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-care-how-long-but-im-willing-to.html' title='don&apos;t care how long, but i&apos;m willing to wait'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-112437519382160198</id><published>2005-08-18T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:38:31.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been something sometime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; black eyed peas - don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy! guess what, &lt;strong&gt;my PC's working na&lt;/strong&gt;! i was the happiest person when enard got it fixed, and it took us hours to get ti working. hay, it was such a huge thing to work on. anyways, i am blogginf right now because... actually, uhhh... haha! &lt;strong&gt;wala lang!&lt;/strong&gt; i'ma share some pics na lang with you guys, pictures from the first day of my sophomore year in college. 3 months ago na... how time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the pictures are gone* *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-112437519382160198?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/112437519382160198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=112437519382160198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112437519382160198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112437519382160198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-something-sometime.html' title='it&apos;s been something sometime'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-112347589324192743</id><published>2005-08-08T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:39:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; ryan cabrera - on the way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M OFFICIALLY 18!&lt;/strong&gt; wow... i feel so happy about it. and my day was happy too. last thursday was a milestone. i don't know. it's not that someone did something special to me, (actually nobody didn't) it's just that for the first time in my life, i can look back 18 years from now and i can say to myself "&lt;strong&gt;i've gone a long way, baby!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-112347589324192743?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/112347589324192743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=112347589324192743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112347589324192743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112347589324192743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-112242402275522841</id><published>2005-07-27T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:40:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C++ MY ASS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; kelly clarkson - breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i'm here at the computer lab again. of course, hindi ko na matapos yung program ko kaya nag-blog na lang ako. :) anyways, i'm just here to check out how ya'll guys are doing. i hope you're doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, tulad nga ng sabi ni &lt;strong&gt;pau &lt;/strong&gt;sa tagboard ko, malapit na akong tumanda. and it actually brings a lot of things for me to think about. i'm excited to turn 18 but i'm not quite sure about it as well. sa ngayon, napupuno ako, as in i'm haunted by all these family problems na meron kami. sa lahat ng pwedeng problemahin, yung sa family ko pinaka-mahina ako. ewan ko ba, i know this too shall pass pero i'm so bothered na bakit &lt;strong&gt;sa petsa pa ng birthday ko&lt;/strong&gt; maganap. oh well, that's life. (my mantra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with turning 18? i don't know, really. but i want sana a dinner-dance party pero i know hindi na mnagyayari yun. but having all my closest buds and my family together celebrating it kahit simple lang, masaya na ako. i hope everyone would be there and make it really special. and i hope &lt;em&gt;yung mga special someone ko&lt;/em&gt;, like my friends, (esp. the &lt;strong&gt;guys&lt;/strong&gt;? haha!) would make me feel really happy and special. haaay, &lt;strong&gt;8 days to go&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-112242402275522841?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/112242402275522841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=112242402275522841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112242402275522841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112242402275522841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/07/c-my-ass.html' title='C++ MY ASS!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-112199648928746334</id><published>2005-07-22T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:41:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i so love C++ programming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;mayonnaise - bakit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love C++ programming? &lt;strong&gt;NOT!&lt;/strong&gt; i'm going nuts here, i can't quite figure out what to do with the program i'm supposed to do now here in class. (instead of blogging) it's driving me nuts! so, i just close the C++ window and i open my browser. i still have 12 minutes to kill before this laboratory class ends. and then i go to another 3-hour lab class. but the class is a &lt;strong&gt;no-brainer&lt;/strong&gt;. productivity tools? give me a break, i'd rather play &lt;strong&gt;diner dash&lt;/strong&gt; at yahoo games&lt;strong&gt;. i'll take advantage of it.&lt;/strong&gt; ;) haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's new? well, my life is entirely made up of my mom's sermon. araw-araw na lang yata ako napapagalitan. simpleng bagay lang, galit na. i think sometimes my mom is becoming so &lt;strong&gt;unreasonable&lt;/strong&gt; for me. i hate it, she shouts at me in the morning for leaving in the sink the glass i used to drink water. or when i already boarded the car, she'd call me at my cellphone just to shout at my face that i left something open. (like the window or something) i want to tell my mom i get tired sometimes too. good thing i manage to just &lt;strong&gt;shut up&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;keep my temper&lt;/strong&gt; when she does that to me, specially in the mornings. (what a way to start a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, that's my life... &lt;strong&gt;and that's my mom&lt;/strong&gt;. am i left with a choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-112199648928746334?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/112199648928746334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=112199648928746334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112199648928746334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112199648928746334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-so-love-c-programming.html' title='i so love C++ programming...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-112061731922062922</id><published>2005-07-06T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:43:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; actually, nag-rereport ng isang lesson dito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! welcome again, i'm here sa ICS4 lab ngayon and guess what? instead sa nag-aaral ako eh eto... &lt;strong&gt;I'M BLOGGING! &lt;/strong&gt;hehe! bait noh? free internet eh, bilis pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day funk &lt;strong&gt;freshmen party&lt;/strong&gt;: yuck, baduy ng show... hindi pa pinagpapawisan PnE, tapos na show nila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;pero we had dinner at kenny roger's. ang kulit-kulit talaga namin dun grabe!&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/9439423-112061731922062922?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/112061731922062922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=112061731922062922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112061731922062922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112061731922062922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-yeah-yeah.html' title='oh yeah yeah!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-112000828446663751</id><published>2005-06-29T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T09:38:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; screaming silence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;greeting from the land where tigers rule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here now blogging my way here out to you from the computer laboratory 1 of the ICS department in UST. congratulate me, i was able to use the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (when i say fast, i do mean it) internet connection here. so that's why i decided to blog. actually it's been years since i last posted. i've been very busy lately. (i effing swear!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so what's new? i have line-ups of coming gigs and parties and concerts (and the list goes on) to attentd to. but not all of them are quite sure i'll be attending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;june 30&lt;/strong&gt; - freshmen party here at UST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;july 2&lt;/strong&gt; - university kick-off party at club650, libis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;july 9&lt;/strong&gt; - gracie's 18th birthday somewhere near UPD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;july 23&lt;/strong&gt; - mae's "&lt;em&gt;super-arte&lt;/em&gt;" (&lt;strong&gt;note: &lt;/strong&gt;=p haha!) debut dinner at the pearl manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i know more are still to come. so there, it's freezingly cold in here. i got to scram, i hope i'll hear from you at the &lt;strong&gt;tagboard&lt;/strong&gt; just below down there. :) have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/ilovecpp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to &lt;a href="http://milkolate.pansitan.net"&gt;OMI&lt;/a&gt; for the inspiring picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-112000828446663751?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/112000828446663751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=112000828446663751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112000828446663751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/112000828446663751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/06/ahhh.html' title='ahhh...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111883852001408894</id><published>2005-06-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:29:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heat of the summer sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; i could care less, i'm in a net shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY SUMMER HAS FINALLY ENDED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a roller coaster summer, my life has been changed by the approximately-less-than-3-months i spent attending summer classes in the morning and bumming around like some ordinary... well, &lt;strong&gt;BUM&lt;/strong&gt; in the afternoon. everything in my life from love, my parents, my brothers and my friends had drastically changed. and i could never be proud of the things that i have achieved this summer, even though karaihan dun eh &lt;strong&gt;nasaktan "slash" sinaktan&lt;/strong&gt; ako. i now do believe that &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON&lt;/strong&gt; talaga. but at the end of this journey, all i had was a &lt;strong&gt;smile on my face&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;much happier heart&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started classes today, and it was loads of fun! it sure was a relief for me to be spending my time again with my crazy classmates (and a few addition to the class as well) instead of just sleeping 25 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i feel so tremendously lazy to blog and i am just also renting a computer from a shop (since mine got busted for the nth time again, i'm so tired of fixing it) i'm gonna end this thig. at least you know i'm still alive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s.&lt;/strong&gt; the diet is going on quite well, i feel good about it. i haven't weighed myself though.. to see the changes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111883852001408894?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111883852001408894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111883852001408894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111883852001408894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111883852001408894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/06/heat-of-summer-sunshine.html' title='the heat of the summer sunshine'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111770850757110588</id><published>2005-06-02T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:35:07.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someting i'm going to stick with</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; lifehouse - everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I WILL BE UNDERGOING ON A DIET PROGRAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i opted for the &lt;strong&gt;south beach diet&lt;/strong&gt;, i find it really enjoying to do as i read about it over the internet for some 3 hours. what i like about it is that the diet doesn't actually kill, it just reduces your urge for some of the food that makes you gain weight. so, i'm gonna go for that. :) i hope everyone will be supportive of it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111770850757110588?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111770850757110588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111770850757110588' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; lifehouse - where i wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best guy bud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wackywisdom.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; asked me to do this way back before, so here i go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opening credits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my world - avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waking up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday morning - maroon5 (even though it's not sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;average day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;let's stay together - al green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;where i want to be - lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hanging by a moment - lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the distance - evan and jaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fight scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;there's no 'I' in team - taking back sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breaking up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me go - three doors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;god blessed the broken road - rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secret love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1000 kisses - will smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonding with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;islands in the stream - dolly parton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mobile - avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;blurry - muddle of pudd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;man, i feel like a woman - shania twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;soak up the sun - sheryl crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learning a lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with a smile - eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deep thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;something's missing - john mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flashback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;don't worry baby - the beach boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the two of us - nsync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do your thing - nsync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relaxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;back to you - john mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bumming/slacking off/boring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sleep all day - jason mraz (i have to agree with pau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eating/pigging Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;too much food on my plate - jason mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regretting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the day you said goodnight - hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long night alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the scientist - coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;death scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;best i ever had - vertical horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;closing credits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wheel - john mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;aren't you going to ask &lt;strong&gt;what's my all-time favorite movie&lt;/strong&gt;?! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111729527241199007?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111729527241199007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111729527241199007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111729527241199007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111729527241199007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/05/songs-of-my-life.html' title='the songs of my life'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111720775082821974</id><published>2005-05-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:35:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the current status?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;evan and jaron - crazy for this girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just this night, my mom forced me to accompany my dad to my tita's house to pick up the van. and so i did but before i do, we stopped by mercury drug store and my dad bought medicine for my cousin. i was opting for the swiss miss vanilla shake, but the i checked the freezer, they have the &lt;strong&gt;star wars wonder cup&lt;/strong&gt;! haha! it even said that the flavor is like '&lt;strong&gt;apple sith ice slush&lt;/strong&gt;' and it is color BLUE! it's like ice with sugar and apple flavor. it was not really your typical yummy ice cream but nevertheless it's star wars. and i got a collectible, so i really don't mind the taste afterall. all i was excited about was the toy under the cup. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, we got the van were going to use for tomorrow's excursion with my dad's side of the family. i'm not even anxious about it, i don't even wanna come. don't ask why. we all got our favorite sides of our families. so obviously, i'd rather enjoy with my mom's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, going back to the topic of this post. &lt;strong&gt;what's the status?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention that my tita's house was in las piñas and that place sure brings back a lot of memories from way back, with the "special someone" before. and i can't help but to think of him since it'll be his birthday only a few minutes away. &lt;strong&gt;and we haven't been talking for months&lt;/strong&gt; already. i guess that the feeling just sorts of fades away but the way he registered in my mind will never go away. it's not that i'm hanging on the moment, but when you spend a certain time and a certain amount of closeness with a person, you can't just simply wipe the fact that you did out of your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, there come times that i do miss the things we do together, he even just pops out of my silly head for a couple of moments. but &lt;strong&gt;i do not miss him&lt;/strong&gt;. i do not miss him for the person he is &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. i don't know why but i am so full of angst for him. what i miss is what he was when he was with me. you know, i don't like him now. in fact i do hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know if he reads my blog but i really don't give a damn. i probably think he does. and with everything i said, it'll probably be just about the right time that he'll know he is the person i've been talking about here for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't give a shit of what he'll think or feel. for he didn't give a shit either on what i'll feel with the the things he did to me. and for reality's sake, i knw he isn't aware fo it. &lt;em&gt;manhid kasi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a little thing called &lt;strong&gt;karma&lt;/strong&gt;. what goes around really comes around. and he never knew it'd hit him harder than i want the karma i wished for him to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this, i wanted to say to you: &lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR LIFE, I'LL BE WATCHING YOU CRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111720775082821974?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111720775082821974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111720775082821974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111720775082821974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111720775082821974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-current-status.html' title='what&apos;s the current status?'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111693747286830236</id><published>2005-05-24T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:34:08.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strike TWO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; lifehouse - you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/anakin4.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this guy again! haha, it could never be any fun! :) i met up with &lt;strong&gt;riva&lt;/strong&gt; today (a very close highschool classmate) at glorietta/makati where we are supposed to be with mec also but she said she overslept and was not feeling too well. i'll take her word for it, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had lunch together and talked about our upcoming &lt;strong&gt;debuts&lt;/strong&gt; and our party plans for it. haha, made me think for a while: &lt;em&gt;what am i gonna do with mine?&lt;/em&gt; heck, i really don't care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw &lt;strong&gt;star wars &lt;/strong&gt;(second for me, first for riva) at G4. she felt the same way for the movie. (awww...) and she was like it seemed to her it's only the first time i saw the movie. hah! talk about being a geek to the very core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we also had out pictures taken in the canon booth, &lt;strong&gt;full jedi cosutmes with anakin on the background&lt;/strong&gt;, baby! and yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my new haircut! i feel so good with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111693747286830236?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111693747286830236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111693747286830236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111693747286830236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111693747286830236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/05/strike-two_24.html' title='strike TWO!!!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111685047581990557</id><published>2005-05-23T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:14:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REVENGE OF THE SITH experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; rob thomas - don't wanna be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'M HAVING THE MOST AMAZING TIME OF MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naniniwala na nga ako sa sabi ng southborder:&lt;em&gt; there's a rainbow always after the rain&lt;/em&gt;... tama ba? hahaha! kahit sobrang pinaulanan ako ni God ng madaming problems lately, pinasaya Niya naman ako kahit for a few hours/days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'di ba sabi ko sa inyo manood kayo ng &lt;strong&gt;STAR WARS&lt;/strong&gt;?!?! sana nanood nga kayo, kasi kung hindi, &lt;strong&gt;i'll hunt you down talaga!&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha! &gt;:) sige umpisahan natin ang kwento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last day sa school at napag-alaman kong ibinagsak na naman ako, pero nag-remedial exams naman kahit sobrang pagod na ako, naghintay pa rin ako magdamag ma-take ko lang yung exams. sana naman maging ok na noh. ayoko na pag-usapan ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah, nag-glorietta kami ni meanne (na kakauwi palang galing states) pagkatapos namin pumunta sa SPU. wow, treat niya ako sa yellow cab. nag-ubos kami ng 14" 4 seasons pizza. mukha kami pataya gutom dalawa. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(may advanced screening ang star wars ng 10pm sa karamihan ng cinemas, pero hindi kami naka-reserve ng tickets ni rowi tulad ng plano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nagpunta kami sa manila memorial park kasi 3rd year death na ng lola ko. enjoy ka-bonding mga cousins ko and my tita from canada. then we went to macapagal highway para mag-dinner sa &lt;strong&gt;northpark&lt;/strong&gt; then we went to &lt;strong&gt;starbucks &lt;/strong&gt;sa blue wave. marunong na mag-SB yung mga kiddie cousins ko, parang hindi na nila kilala si &lt;strong&gt;jollibee&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(first day ng showing ng star wars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ni-rush namin si mommy twice sa ER (una sa MCM, then next na sa san juan de dios hospital) because of her &lt;em&gt;gastritis&lt;/em&gt;. pina-admit na namin siya. nothing alarming daw pero sabi ko io-confine na para ma-monitor lang. kasi minsan hindi na niya kaya i-tolerate yung pain. so i stayed over to make bantay of her. kahit nakakapagod kasi hindi ako nakatulog ng maayos to watch over her, ayos lang naman... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bonding ang aking family sa hospital. ayos lang, buong araw ka ba naman naka-aircon ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NAPANOOD KO NA DIN! hah! rowi and i saw star wars sa &lt;strong&gt;greenbelt3&lt;/strong&gt;. it was so amazing, para bang may hangover pa rin kami ni rowi after the movie. we can't stop babbling about it! then nagpakuha pa kami ng picture sa booth ng canon &lt;strong&gt;in full jedi costumes and matching lightsabers with anakin in the background&lt;/strong&gt;! haha! star wars the whole day! a lot of people were going to see it, mostly the cinemas sa GB3 reserved na. cinema 1 to 5, star wars! the movie was &lt;strong&gt;unbelievable&lt;/strong&gt;, beyond words! sobrang affected yung emotions ko. parang sa kalagitnaan gusto ko ng sumigaw sa sinehan ng "&lt;strong&gt;tama na! hindi ko na kaya! huwag ka na maging bad anakin, love kita!&lt;/strong&gt;" hahaha! praning! &lt;strong&gt;binabalaan ko lahat ng hindi pa nakakanood!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan, there na lang muna! post ko yung wacky star wars pics namin ni rowi sometime. kaka-loka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'M SO HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111685047581990557?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111685047581990557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111685047581990557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111685047581990557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111685047581990557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/05/revenge-of-sith-experience.html' title='THE REVENGE OF THE SITH experience'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111578768442346769</id><published>2005-05-11T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:09:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; vertical horizon - you're a god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the guy's &lt;strong&gt;technically a god&lt;/strong&gt;, but what the heck is he saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from Yahoo! News (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;amp;u=/ap/20050510/ap_on_en_mo/film_george_lucas_3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;click here for full story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;By DAVID GERMAIN, AP Movie Writer&lt;br /&gt;Tue May 10, 4:04 PM ET&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lucas' accomplishments marked a one-of-a-kind revolution. He sneaked into a Hollywood that no longer had the verve or nerve to make the weird, giddy, goofy Saturday matinees of his youth. He found a lone patron among fainthearted studio executives willing to pony up cash for what was essentially an Arthurian sword-in-the-stone fantasy in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went off and made the most rip-roaring blast of cinematic fun audiences had ever seen as 1977's "Star Wars" became the biggest box-office sensation of its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where dollar signs twinkle, studios follow, and Hollywood has been lumbering behind Lucas ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas said he originally envisioned a bigger story arc that revealed Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia to be the children of Darth Vader, who finds redemption in his last moments of life through the good heart of his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scaled "Star Wars" back to tell only the first chapter of that chronicle. After the film succeeded beyond anyone's expectations, Lucas followed with "The Empire Strikes Back" and "Return of the Jedi." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The special-edition releases helped persuade Lucas to go back and tell the backstory of how headstrong youth Anakin Skywalker transformed into malignant monster Darth Vader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episodes I and II, "The Phantom Menace" and "Attack of the Clones," were hits, but they disappointed many fans who wanted to see a full-blown Vader from the outset. Instead, Lucas followed Anakin from precocious boyhood through his awkward teen years and a forbidden romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Revenge of the Sith" finally takes Anakin to the dark side as Vader, whose fear of losing the love of his life leads him into a bloodbath against the Jedi knights who raised him.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas is braced for fresh complaints about the final film, expecting many viewers to gripe that it's too dark, the ending too bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Half the people like the movies, the other half don't. There's nothing I can do about that," Lucas said. "Nobody is indifferent about them. Even the reviews, we get fantastic reviews or horrible reviews. There's no middle ground. Nobody's saying, `They're OK, I guess.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't really worry about it. I make the movie I feel I want to make, telling the story I want to tell, and how it gets received is how it gets received. At least it's my fault. It's totally mine. I don't have to have any excuses about it. I don't have to say, `The studio made me do this,' or `I know that was wrong, but I had to do it.' Whatever people don't like or they do like is my fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Millions of fans would love a third trilogy picking up after "Return of the Jedi," but Lucas said he has no story in mind and no intention of continuing the tale on the big screen. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure will live on in an animated TV show and a live-action series Lucas has planned, set among minor characters from the films in the 20 years or so between the action of "Revenge of the Sith" and the original "Star Wars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas also hopes to release three-dimensional versions of all six movies in theaters starting a couple of years down the road. The 3-D editions would be created using new digital technology that adds depth perspective to two-dimensional film images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the new "Indiana Jones," the creator himself said he is done with big film productions. Lucas plans to go off and make the sort of artsy little films he would have been making all along if "Star Wars" had not taken off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With money set aside to cover those film projects into his 70s, Lucas said he can do whatever he wants without worrying if his movies succeed or fail, toiling in comparative obscurity and happy to be free of "Star Wars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The analogy I can use is, it's like going away to college," Lucas said. "It's great to get out of the house. You miss your parents a little bit, but you get to see them at Thanksgiving. But it's great to be in college, great to be on your own. It's great to have a new life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh no man... even though i'd love to see a remake of the fourth to sixth sequel (or maybe i just want to see &lt;strong&gt;hayden christensen&lt;/strong&gt; play darth vader), i should say nothing beats the original ones. &lt;strong&gt;han solo - princess leia&lt;/strong&gt; for life! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111578768442346769?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111578768442346769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111578768442346769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111578768442346769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111578768442346769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-happened.html' title='what happened?'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111545987019393368</id><published>2005-05-07T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T18:02:40.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on this endless road with nothing to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;jc chasez - build my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clear my eyes it's the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did i fall in love, or did i find disaster? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a second just to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes and i know she knows&lt;br /&gt;by the way she eased out on her tippy toes&lt;br /&gt;skip the breakfast, tea for two&lt;br /&gt;we made no plans to rendeavous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone for everyone but no one for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;constantly searching for the love i need to build my world around, around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i'll be the lonely one until i find someone&lt;br /&gt;the one i build my world around, around&lt;br /&gt;so bring the arms of love until i find the one&lt;br /&gt;the one i build my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy days, i'm in a hazy phase&lt;br /&gt;of watching countless ways in which my life goes crazy&lt;br /&gt;foolishness to blame&lt;br /&gt;still it pains me all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty faces with empty gazes&lt;br /&gt;in a race of change i'm losing faith in my pace&lt;br /&gt;trying to keep my feet before i fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm on this endless road with nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;constantly searching for the love i need to build my world around, around&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the lonely one until i find the one&lt;br /&gt;the one i build my world around, around&lt;br /&gt;so bring the arms of love until i find the one&lt;br /&gt;the one i build my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cornerstone of honesty&lt;br /&gt;a foundation of gravity and freedom&lt;br /&gt;a clear and concrete understanding&lt;br /&gt;a love that's best kept safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how we fear we may be&lt;br /&gt;it's from ourselves we so often run&lt;br /&gt;abandon fear and consequence of heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;expose the truth and give yourself to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've all been set up to be disappointed&lt;br /&gt;we have to crawl before we learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;it's a blur that moves right into focus&lt;br /&gt;removes the doubt, aligns your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;build my world around, around&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the lonely one until i find the one&lt;br /&gt;the one i build my world around, around&lt;br /&gt;so bring the arms of love until i find the one&lt;br /&gt;the one i build my world around, around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nice song isn't it? and a much nicer singer... haha! you guys know &lt;strong&gt;jc chasez&lt;/strong&gt; naman siguro noh? si jc chasez ang &lt;strong&gt;true love ko&lt;/strong&gt;... oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this day is so idle, wala lang talagang magawa. nakapag-isip na naman ako, inisip ko kung masaya na nga ba talaga ako... at ang sagot ay: &lt;strong&gt;oo, masaya ako&lt;/strong&gt;. sana kayo din. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111545987019393368?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111545987019393368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111545987019393368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111545987019393368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111545987019393368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-on-this-endless-road-with-nothing.html' title='i&apos;m on this endless road with nothing to see'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111538691759305884</id><published>2005-05-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:44:33.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes around comes around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; brian mcknight - everytime you go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ayan, i'll give way to make kwento about the &lt;strong&gt;batangas&lt;/strong&gt; trip last monday. actually, sumaglit lang ako sa water tapos nagpaaraw lang ako ng mga ilang oras tapos natulog na. kahit sa isang bench alng ako natutulog, ayos lang, basta ba naman makatulog ako eh. :) anyways, here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/itsthebeach.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahhh... the &lt;strong&gt;sea&lt;/strong&gt;... so big, so blue and so... &lt;em&gt;wet&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/magandapalashasapicture.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm... wala ako masabi tungkol dito kundi ito ay isang... &lt;em&gt;beach&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/underthesand.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ha! kawawanga bata, malulunod na lang sa buhangin pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/arteoh.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, wag nang pansinin. nagda-drama lang ako. actually, rehearsal lang yan para sa upcoming photoshoot ko. (astig naman tingnan, di ba?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh ayos ba? yun na eh! huwaw man, i feel so happy huh. ngayon lang ako ulit nakatagpo ng peace sa aking feelings. like what rowi said, &lt;strong&gt;we are back in the business!&lt;/strong&gt; ayos! ang tanong... anong business naman kaya yun? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ngayon naman pinapangarap ko maging isang &lt;strong&gt;JEDI MASTER&lt;/strong&gt;! (ambisyosang bata!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you guys really want to know why i'm happy? it isn't just because of that star wars thingy... &lt;strong&gt;i've finally learned to let go&lt;/strong&gt;... that "special someone" is just another &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;to me now. he doesn't make me happy, he makes me cry. i let go of things that make me sad. but i sincerely want to thank him for teaching me how to be strong, and teaching me how to learn to let go all by myself by hurting me so much, i almost wanted to kill him. &lt;strong&gt;i hope he'll be happy&lt;/strong&gt;, but i wish that he would be bestowed the same courtesies as he did on me, so that he'll &lt;strong&gt;learn how to feel love&lt;/strong&gt;, and how to appreciate it. &lt;strong&gt;i wish he'd be hurt more than he hurted me&lt;/strong&gt; so that he'll know how to be not insensitive. but i'm not wishing him to die, that's bad... &lt;em&gt;good jedi masters don't do that&lt;/em&gt;... yeah, rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shet dude, I ROCK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111538691759305884?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111538691759305884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111538691759305884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111538691759305884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111538691759305884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='what goes around comes around'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111529045788517115</id><published>2005-05-05T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:26:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of my FIRST LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; evan &amp; jaron - the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be posting about the &lt;strong&gt;batangas beach trip&lt;/strong&gt; i had last monday, or my saddened reaction when &lt;strong&gt;scott savol&lt;/strong&gt; (my bet) got booted out of &lt;strong&gt;american idol season 4&lt;/strong&gt;, or to "make habol" of my kwento about my westin philippine plaza stay... but i felt that i have no time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been filled with so much nostalgia of that feeling i strongly felt exactly &lt;strong&gt;2 years and 351 days&lt;/strong&gt; ago. and the love i felt for the first time exactly 3 years before prior to that 2 years and 351 days. (do you get the picture? so that 6 years ago or less...) i must get this &lt;strong&gt;overwhelming love&lt;/strong&gt; i've been feeling since i felt it again when i saw a movie with mom yesterday. my gawd, it's so good, it feels so good. everytime i hear that name, i go lugnuts! i go crazy, i lose my sanity! this love is driving me stupid! but it's so good, i'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... meet &lt;strong&gt;ANAKIN SKYWALKER&lt;/strong&gt;! he will be darth vader (not until may 19) who will cast his evil forces in the entire galaxy. who wouldn't fall in love with him?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit that i am a&lt;strong&gt; STAR WARS GEEK to the core&lt;/strong&gt;! and i'm proud of that... you won't believe the things i can do and what i did for the love of star wars. (in example: i saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;attack of the clones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 3 days in a row ever since it showed in the cinemas and if it wasn't for my grandmother's funeral, i wouldn't have stopped. then after, i saw it 3 times again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it, it's the greatest story about an intergalactic struggle against the dark side that has been ever told. if you don't watch it, &lt;strong&gt;i will hunt you down&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt; 10 years before i post something again, huh? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poster credits:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.starwars.com"&gt;starwars.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111529045788517115?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111529045788517115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111529045788517115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111529045788517115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111529045788517115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/05/story-of-my-first-love.html' title='the story of my FIRST LOVE'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111476618666385737</id><published>2005-04-29T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T18:03:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anong petsa na?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; seether feat. amy lee - broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i posted? shet ha, tagal ko na hindi nag-post. sorry talaga kasi hindi lang sa kadahilanang &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt; ako sa summer classes ay dahil na din sa slightly out of funds ako kaya hindi ako makabili ng internet card. poor kasi ako. X( wahaha! kapag hindi ako online, ang sobrang dami ng naiisip ko na gusto ko i-blog, pero kapag andito na, wala na, tinatamaan na ako ng katamaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, kamusta na kayo? haha, si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dishwashed.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ko&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;parang sinisipag sa blogging ngayon ah! baligtad na kami, siya yung dati ayaw mag-blog tapos ngayon ako na! anyways, miss you na! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share ko yung pics from &lt;strong&gt;nicole's 8th birthday party&lt;/strong&gt; nung sunday. wow, so saya, nag-enjoy ako sa childern's party niya. sa jollibee las piñas ito. yung may katapat na mc donald's. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/nicandcake.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's &lt;strong&gt;nicole&lt;/strong&gt;, the birthday girl, and her cake. favorite cousin ko yan, kaya lang minsan sobra makakapit sa akin. kapag nakikita ako, nakayakap na kaagad at hindi na bibitaw kahit naglalakad na ako o kahit pupunta ako sa CR. hehe, pero love ko talaga yan. sweet yan at malambing kaya lang madalas &lt;strong&gt;maldita&lt;/strong&gt;. sabi nila, kagaya ko daw nung bata pa ako. hehe! (hindi rin naman siya mahilig sa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;noh, mana lang talaga sa akin!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/astig.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, ayan... kadadating pa lang naming magpipinsan, nag-pipikchuran na. that's me, nicole, si michael (little bro ni nic), joice and lorraine (oldest sister ni nic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/takassamental.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;iba talaga kapag galing ka sa &lt;strong&gt;mental&lt;/strong&gt; noh? mana sa ate owi kasi.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/mikeandnic.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naglalaro sila ng games! at first ayaw sumali ni mike sa games pero nung nakita niya na may kasamang balloons yung game, sumali na din. pinilit ko din kasi sumali. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/mike.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, tignan mo si nicole, ang saya masyado! :) wag kayo, nag-perform yan si michael sa party! &lt;strong&gt;sumayaw siya ng full version ng TSOKOLATE&lt;/strong&gt;! nabaliw kaming lahat! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/9lahatyan.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ito lahat ang cousins ko sa side ng mom ko. yung 2 kumag sa likod, mga kapatid ko yan, yung bunso tapos kuya ko. then yung naka-stripes na pink (si lorraine), yung naka red shirt sa extreme left (si jean), and then si mike and nicole na nasa harap, sila magkakapatid. then yung 2 girls na naka gray and pink (jamie and joice), sila naman yung magkapatid. para kaming may mga sayad kapag magkakasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/uisijabeeoh.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the whole family&lt;/strong&gt; kasama si jollibee. hindi namin pinaligtas na hindi magpa-pikchur kasama si jabee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i took all the pics of my cousins, i love taking their photos lalo na kapag tulog sila, or kumakain or tumatawa, pero favorite ko silang pikchuran &lt;strong&gt;while they are picking their noses&lt;/strong&gt;... haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nic:&lt;/strong&gt; jabee, bakit four lang fingers mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mike:&lt;/strong&gt; baka naiwan niya dun sa mcdo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111476618666385737?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111476618666385737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111476618666385737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111476618666385737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111476618666385737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/04/anong-petsa-na.html' title='anong petsa na?'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111423069165316666</id><published>2005-04-23T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:35:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i am broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; coldplay - the scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;ooh, it's been years since i last posted, let's have this in peach... ;) ok? enjoy friends!&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;called up to meet you, tell you i'm sorry, you don't know how lovely you are. i have to find you, tell you i need you... tell you i'll set you apart. tell me you're secrets, ask me a question, oh LET'S GO BACK TO THE START...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody said it was easy, it's such a shame for us to part, nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it will be this hard... I'LL TAKE IT BACK TO THE START...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will forever hail the person who could invent a &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; time machine. oh man, i'm having the worst heartbreak ever. you know, the most painful heartbreak of all is when it comes right after you're happy moments with the person, like it happened in a snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if the time will still come that i would meet a person that would make me happy. and i recalled that i kept on saying that if i come into a &lt;strong&gt;strike three&lt;/strong&gt; regarding this matter, i'd rather give up my entire life. well folks, &lt;strong&gt;this is STRIKE THREE&lt;/strong&gt;. i don't know if i could still handle a strike four though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so broken, everything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have a friend, who's been going through the same shit as i do. i love her to bits and i don't really want her to be hurt by anyone. i know that reality bites and ouch, but i'm certain we'll face this thing with unparallel strength. &lt;strong&gt;WE'LL MOVE ON TOGETHER&lt;/strong&gt;. God has better plans than we have for ourselves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt; friend, magsilbi kang inspirasyon sa akin, ok? ;) we can do this, we've done this so many times and look at us now! haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111423069165316666?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111423069165316666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111423069165316666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111423069165316666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111423069165316666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/04/because-i-am-broken.html' title='because i am broken'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111356969032614406</id><published>2005-04-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:56:26.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop treating me like crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;taking back sunday - things we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened today? i woke up around 5am, went to school, got ignored by some stupid shit, had a mc donald's lunch (happy me...) and went home. had oatmeal and orange soda for lunch (not quite a healthy and hearty meal, i knew i should've opted for the iced tea instead) and then read the newspaper. went to &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt; around 2pm and woke up 6pm. so i'm happy... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss ronnie... i think he got disconnected sa YM. gawd, i wanted him so badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111356969032614406?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111356969032614406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111356969032614406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;nina - love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i've had regrets of meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i've wished so hard that i never had to deal with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, all i wanted is to turn back time and avoid you at that moment when i saw you walking towards me in that hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i knew i shouldn't have taken a second glance at you when you placed your arms around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i realized i should never had allowed you to take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have really memorized your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have really remembered your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinagsisisihan ko lahat... &lt;strong&gt;sa ngayon&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baguhin mo naman please, nagmamakaawa ako sa 'yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111323160469038478?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111323160469038478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111323160469038478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111323160469038478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111323160469038478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-took-every-chance.html' title='i took every chance'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111314255800598352</id><published>2005-04-10T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:34:01.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think it's happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; john mayer - man on the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to &lt;strong&gt;glorietta&lt;/strong&gt; today and we did some shopping, i bought some boots and fli-flops and other stuffs i need. my brother bought sneakers (again) and i saw these amazing trainers at nike. amazing... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm going to share this wonderful YM conversation i had with my friend &lt;strong&gt;remi&lt;/strong&gt;. man, that dude rocks. he's very special to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/sadakoagain.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, pag-usapan daw ba si sadako. hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111314255800598352?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111314255800598352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111314255800598352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111314255800598352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111314255800598352'/><link rel='alternate' 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to share my thoughts with you regarding this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*supposedly a camila/prince charles picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this was never ever right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could it be? in the first place, it was she who ruined the relationship of something that could be worked about. even though it's a common knowledge that prince charles and princess diana's marriage was not out of love, she should've acted her age and just accepted the fact that at that moment she and charles would never ever get off at all. if it wasn't for her persistent self to get charles or to be with charles, a person as dynamic as diana wouldn't have ended like that. my point is that, even though the charles-diana marriage was entirely an "almost lie" her adding in the picture wouldn't cause charles to do such actions that would have ended the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say this for it's really cruel and judgemental, but compared to princess diana, &lt;strong&gt;camilla parker-bowles is nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now she gets a title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111306402959549062?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111306402959549062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111306402959549062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111306402959549062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111306402959549062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-else-to-talk-about.html' title='something else to talk about'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111254645937203329</id><published>2005-04-04T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:40:59.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mamatay na lahat ng snatchers/magnanakaw/holdaper sa pilipinas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; john mayer - man on the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what a day it was yesterday... err, no, today is monday already so yesterday was sunday, and the day before that was saturday. cut the crap! what i am gonna talk about was what happened last saturday. it was a total mishap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i lost my wallet, or better yet &lt;strong&gt;someone stole it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you ever consider having to beg a jeepney driver for a free ride because you've realized that your wallet got stolen by some psycho-maniac that sat beside you on the FX when you've already boarded the jeepney? and you were crying for that matter, &lt;strong&gt;crying really hard&lt;/strong&gt;. oh my holy cow! i swear it was all "kapal ng mukha" i did just to save my ass. i know i would be in more serious trouble if i try not to pay the fare, so i'll do the lesser evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was actually on my way to UST because jevinne and i are gonna meet up there and go to remi's house together for his birthday. and while i was the jeepney, and i already knew about my &lt;strong&gt;misfortune&lt;/strong&gt;, i don't know what else to do and i was trying to hold my tears back. but i texted jevinne to call me in my cellphone, in all hopes and crossed-fingers (hands and toes) that it would be sent kasi &lt;strong&gt;wala akong load&lt;/strong&gt;! i knew i spent the last peso the morning earlier for a message to annelle, but i thought God had a hand on this, &lt;strong&gt;the message was sent&lt;/strong&gt;! i was so anxious that when my phone rang, i cried! and i told jevinne i don't have any fare because my wallet was stollen that had 500 bucks in it! in whick the 400 pesos was my mother's money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so there, after begging and a very uncalled for "drama scene" in the jeepney, i arrived at UST and cried an awful lot alone until jevinne arrived. &lt;strong&gt;i fucking swear i was so scared and afraid&lt;/strong&gt;. it doesn't end there my friends, the real problem came when it's finally time that i told my parents about it. and you don't want to hear that story for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so there, the next problem comes later this day. i thought, sa masamang nangyari na 'yun and getting my clearance form, just to know i &lt;strong&gt;did fail&lt;/strong&gt; math, ano na lang gagawin sa akin ng mommy ko, di ba? nakakatakot! what i was planning was to have cha come over here in the morning to get my ID and an authorization letter so that jevinne could get it for me, and then she'd just tell me kung bagsak nga ako. then i wouldn't have to tell my mom. pa-good shot muna ako until my grades arrive in the mail na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GOD, SANA PO 3.0 AKO SA DISCRETE MATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:'( it's so sad. i have so many problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111254645937203329?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111254645937203329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111254645937203329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111254645937203329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111254645937203329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/04/mamatay-na-lahat-ng.html' title='mamatay na lahat ng snatchers/magnanakaw/holdaper sa pilipinas!!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111237542227945975</id><published>2005-04-02T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T01:15:35.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>para sa mga batang babagsak sa subjects nila</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;alicia keys - diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes, i come to a very strange thinking... what am i gonna do with my life? and i really don't know. i have no idea of how am i gonna spend this existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;grabe, bakit ako ganito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KASI SOBRANG NATATAKOT AKO BAKA FAILED AKO SA DISCRETE MATH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;yun lang yata ang dahilan at kung bakit ako napa-praning ng ganito. shet dude! if i fail my math102c, i swear, i'm gonna go nuts. i already told my mom i'm gonna fail; and she's just, "oh no, that's bad! you failed math?" and mind you, she's still calm. i really don't know what's gonna happen if april 4 comes and it is proved that i did fail it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will she &lt;strong&gt;scream&lt;/strong&gt; her head off on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will she let me go to school for another semester?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will she still talk to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and will she still go on with the plans regarding my 18th birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may God help me. i am just human, i do know it's not really good to fail at a subject when you are in your college level. but what i wanted is &lt;strong&gt;to be given a chance&lt;/strong&gt; (even though yet i did not go by what we agreed on last sem, that if i get a single 3.0 grade, i would stop going to school. (hence, i got three 3.0s) but still she sent me to school) and &lt;strong&gt;to be forgiven&lt;/strong&gt; for whatever wrong i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;please help me... &lt;strong&gt;sobrang nababagabag ang damdamin ko&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's not that my parents are &lt;strong&gt;pressuring&lt;/strong&gt; me (like what everybody says, and sometimes i think the same way too) or they have really &lt;strong&gt;high expectations&lt;/strong&gt; (i think this is probable) but it's just that... i really don't know... maybe they're really &lt;strong&gt;unreasonable &lt;/strong&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;minsan, naiisip ko, nakakainggit yung mga ibang classmates ko na kahit may subajects sila na na-fail, their parents still send them to school, they don't threat them of making them &lt;strong&gt;PMA&lt;/strong&gt;ers (commonly known "&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ahinga &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;una &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nak") nor scare them about anything, and better yet, &lt;strong&gt;threaten their lives and future&lt;/strong&gt;. (i was just kidding) of course, hindi mo naman maaalis sa parents mo na magalit di ba? pero sana natatapos na ang lahat sa sigawan, sa sabihan ng masasakit na salita sa anak nila (&lt;strong&gt;i.e.&lt;/strong&gt; "ang tanga mo naman!" "eh kung nag-aaral ka pala, bakit ganyan grade mo?" "sayang ang pera sa tuition sayo!" et al) at pagbigyan na ang pangyayari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sana ganoon parents ko sa akin&lt;/strong&gt;. pero pramis, natatakot na talaga ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa totoo lang, wala kasi silang idea kung anong hirap ang pinagdadaanan natin. akala kasi nila yung college nung panahon nila ay tulad pa rin ng ngayon. pero kahit anong dahilan ang gawin mo, meron pa rin silang ipangtatapat na sagot sayo. (haaay... mga magulang talaga!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ano ba ang gagawin ko?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARENG REMI!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111237542227945975?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111237542227945975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111237542227945975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111237542227945975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111237542227945975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/04/para-sa-mga-batang-babagsak-sa.html' title='para sa mga batang babagsak sa subjects nila'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111219364607048569</id><published>2005-03-30T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:43:42.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy oh boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; sugarfree - habang atin ang gabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;para hindi na tayo bibitaw...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so &lt;strong&gt;unfortunate&lt;/strong&gt;, and i am really hungry. i don't even know why i'm starving myself. oh yeah, i forgot! &lt;strong&gt;i have a really bad case of sore throat&lt;/strong&gt;! i really don't know if it's called that, but it's just my throat's hurting like hell! i can't even talk straight or even gulp, and yes, eat! oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer is a bummer. i really got nothing else better to do that wake up 11am the earliest and then cook lunch for my mom asks me to, and then go back to bed by 1pm. i haven't even got to eat lunch for a week already. i'm so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE IGNORE ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111189722122529552</id><published>2005-03-27T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:23:03.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost had you and i didn't even know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;bowling for soup - almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! i found this perfect song that encapsulates &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;all of the things i feel for "him" right now. read on, bowling for soup rocks! try some of their songs also, like 1985. it's worth a listen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got drunk at school at 14&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;Who almost went on to be miss texas&lt;br /&gt;But lost to a slut with much bigger breasts&lt;br /&gt;I almost dropped out to move to LA&lt;br /&gt;Where I was almost famous for almost a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn’t cut it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost loved you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I almost wished you would’ve loved me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost held up a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost did 5 years and then 7 more&lt;br /&gt;Cause I almost got popped for a fight with a thug&lt;br /&gt;Cause he almost made off with a bunch of the drugs&lt;br /&gt;That I almost got hooked on cause you ran away&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I woulda had the nerve to ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn’t cut it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost had you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I didn’t even know it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You kept me guessing and now I guess that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SPENT MY TIME MISSING YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I almost wish you would’ve loved me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go thinking about all the things I could’ve done&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna need a forklift cause all the baggage weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;I know we’ve had our problems I can’t remember one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to say something else&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't fit it in, I’ll keep it all to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I tore it all open and I threw it away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn’t cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You kept me guessing and now I guess that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SPENT MY TIME MISSING YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I almost had you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ALMOST WISHED YOU WOULD'VE LOVED ME TOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111189722122529552?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111189722122529552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111189722122529552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111189722122529552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111189722122529552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-almost-had-you-and-i-didnt-even-know.html' title='i almost had you and i didn&apos;t even know it'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111150656689091705</id><published>2005-03-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:10:25.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a wonder love can make the world go round</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; eraserheads - with a smile (actually, nagdudugo na ilong ng mga tao dito sa bahay kasi ito na lang laging naka-play, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ano na ba ang meron sa world!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABA'T MADAMI!&lt;/strong&gt; haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me open this post with a line from my favorite song sa ngayon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"in a world where everybody hates a happy-ending story, it's wonder love can make the world go round but don't let it bring you down, turn your face into a frown, get along with a little prayer and this song..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, ayos ba? hehe! sige umpisahan ko na ang kwento. the last day of school went, uhh, fine? haha, yeah! i had to worry so much about my math subject. tae naman niya talaga kung ibabagsak niya ako noh! ang nangyari was, it was our &lt;strong&gt;physics exams&lt;/strong&gt;, and then nakaka-windang yung lab exam! waaaa! wala akong alam! haha! but i think i'll go on fine naman. so there... most of our classmates went home immediately after nila mag-test. adik yung mga yun, umuwi agad! haha! then yung iba naman nag-jamming pa sa mansion nila nilord. then niyaya din nila ako sumama, i was like: "kapag sumama si jevinne, sasama ako." pero si jevinne naman, "kapag kasama si owi, sasama ako." haha! labo noh? so ang nangyari, nagtanungan na lang kami "&lt;strong&gt;ano ba ang gagawin natin doon?&lt;/strong&gt;" so wala naman. hindi na kami sumama. then sabi ng kumag na second year na galing comp. sci. eh may announcement daw after ng exams. kumag nya, 4 na lang kami natira na naghihintay, naglaho na yung announcement niya! kaya ayun, umiral yung malakas naming trip (by the way, that's &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;jevinne&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;jack patatas&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; pat patatas&lt;/strong&gt;) at napag-usapan namin na tumambay muna sa mall (either sa RP, or SM manila, or sa SM north) tutal may dalang car yung 2 patatas, &lt;strong&gt;tag-isa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pa kami ni jevinne ng sakay&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;haha! kaya lang, sa dapitan lang din natuloy ang lahat-lahat. nyahaha! so ayun, masaya naman kasi naging parte na naman ng last day ko ang "pinaka-importanteng tao sa buhay ko". kahit hindi sobrang memorable yung event, ayos lang. basta nandoon siya, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one word: &lt;strong&gt;AYOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos niyan, bakasyon na! hahaha! grabe, ewan ko ba if i should be excited about it or not. kasi naman, kapag hindi ko kasama "yung taong yun" siya at siya na lang ang iniisip ko. grabe, &lt;strong&gt;i give so much time and effort just thinking about one person&lt;/strong&gt;. nakakabaliw! hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop ko muna kwento. balak ko sana eh mag-drama sa post na ito, kaya lang, ayan, wala na... haha! dramahan tayo bukas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anong petsa na!&lt;/strong&gt; haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111150656689091705?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111150656689091705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111150656689091705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111150656689091705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111150656689091705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-wonder-love-can-make-world-go.html' title='it&apos;s a wonder love can make the world go round'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111085814497290786</id><published>2005-03-15T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:12:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalalaland... nyahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;rivermaya - liwanag sa dilim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;masaya na naman ako. haha! ewan ko kung bakit. pero, feel ko yung na-aappreciate ako ng isang importanteng tao. sobra. hehe! first day pala ng finals ngayon. at i think slightly tagilid ako sa discrete math namin. nyahaha! so there's nothing to be happy about din pala in the first place. haha! ano kayang mangyayari sa last day ng school? hmmm... i wonder talaga. sana maging memorable yung last day. hehe! asa pa ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit di ko maamin sa iyo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang tunay na awitin ng loob ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Di ko nais mabuhay pa kung wala sa piling mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ngunit di ko pa rin maamin sa iyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di malaman ang sasabihin 'pag kaharap ka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngunit nililingon naman pag dumaraan na&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O ang laking pagkakamali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kung di niya malalaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa awitin kong ito ipadarama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La la la la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La la la la la la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa awitin kong ito ipadarama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At kung ako'y lumipas at limot na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang awitin kong ito'y alaala ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Awitin ng damdamin ko sa iyo maiiwan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa pagbulong ng hangin ng nakaraan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O sa pagbulong ng hangin ng nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa awitin kong ito ipadarama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111085814497290786?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111085814497290786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111085814497290786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111085814497290786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111085814497290786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/03/lalalalalaland-nyahaha.html' title='lalalalalaland... nyahaha!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111062572153317186</id><published>2005-03-12T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T19:10:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit 'di ko maamin sa iyo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; regine velasquez and jay durias - ang aking awitin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat ba na sabihin? hindi pa ba nakikita? hindi pa ba nararamdaman? gago ako nang sabihin ko na kaya ko lahat ito. pero hindi ako nagkamali nung sabihin ko na masaya ako sa 'yo. hindi ako nagsisinungaling na ikaw ang mundo at buhay ko nagyon. sana wala kang pinagsisisihan sa lahat ng ito. dahil ako, kung ibabalik ang lahat, mas gugustuhin ko na mangyari na lang silang lahat ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana masaya ka din sa akin. yun lang ang gusto kong malaman galing sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111062572153317186?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111062572153317186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111062572153317186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111062572153317186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111062572153317186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/03/bakit-di-ko-maamin-sa-iyo.html' title='bakit &apos;di ko maamin sa iyo?'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-111028906696992636</id><published>2005-03-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:40:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wonderful story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; spongecola - jeepney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt; found this on someone else's blog, and i actually thought it was romantic. so here you go..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From the very beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if he were to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to family pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence. After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his studies abroad. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. &lt;strong&gt;If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life&lt;/strong&gt;. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp; agreed to let them marry. So before he leaves, they got engaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mom crying, she wanted tocomfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to herparents' comfort, but with nothing coming out fromher, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides silent cries, it's still just silent cries that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. &lt;strong&gt;Except for the ringing tone of the phone which pierced into her heart everytime it rang&lt;/strong&gt;. She does not wish to let the guy know &amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls, all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp; be happy. With a new environment, the girl learned sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When sheopen the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. &lt;strong&gt;He used sign language telling her, "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girl finally smiled&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-111028906696992636?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/111028906696992636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=111028906696992636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111028906696992636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/111028906696992636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/03/wonderful-story.html' title='a wonderful story'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110994213313993276</id><published>2005-03-04T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:15:33.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang buhay nga naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;good charlotte - i just wanna live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wow! ilang years na din pala akong hindi nakakapag-post! haha, wenk! anyways, sobrang busy at toxic lang talaga sa school at sobrang dami din ng problemang personal na dapat asikasuhin. kaya eto, nabubuhay na lang ako sa kakaisip ng mga problema ko. haaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;teka, bakit problema ba pinag-uusapan natin? anyways, kwento na lang ako tungkol sa mga bagay na napag-iisip ko sa loob ng mga nakaraang araw. (nakampuch, tagalog lahat ah! haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa nakalipas na ilang araw, at ilang araw na lang din eh, bakasyon na. pakiramdam ko ayaw kong mag-bakasyon. gusto ko sa uste lang. &lt;strong&gt;masaya ako kapag nandoon ako&lt;/strong&gt;. ewan ko ba. enjoy ko ang buhay ko sa college. siguro eto na yung exchange ni God sa akin kasi super sad ng highschool ko. (hindi naman sa sinasabi ko na hindi masaya ang barkada ko nung high school. astig nga yun eh. ang ibig ko sabihin, academically, hindi talaga ako nag-enjoy. puro frustrations kasi eh.) may certain attachment na ako sa school na yun at sa mga classmates ko, lalo na sa barkada ko na parang gusto ko araw-araw na lang ng buhay ko share ko sa kanila. pero hindi naman pwede yun. ang alam ko, sobrang ma-miss ko talaga yung mga kumag na yun sa summer. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;una sa lahat, may work pala ako sa summer. yes my dear friends, you heard me right. &lt;strong&gt;MAGHAHANAP PO AKO NG TRABAHO NA MAPAPASUKAN HABANG KAYONG LAHAT AY MASAYANG NAGBABAKASYON&lt;/strong&gt;. kailangan kumita ng sapat na pera para matustusan ko ang pangangailangan ng aking pamilya at ang dumadami ko pang luho (at listahan ng utang) sa buhay. haha! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;siguro sa &lt;strong&gt;call center&lt;/strong&gt; ako papasok, malaki daw pay dun eh. haha! gimik sa first paycheck! (wenk! ang feeling na noh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, change topic na tayo friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pag-usapan na natin ang "pinaka-importanteng tao sa buhay ko". wenk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayun, the same pa rin naman. puro pa-cute lang alam naming gawin. pero masasabi ko na masaya ako &lt;strong&gt;kapag kasama ko siya. hindi na importante kung anong meron bukas&lt;/strong&gt; para sa amin or sa akin. ang importante, MASAYA ako kapag kasama ko siya. wala na akong pakialam at hindi ko na iniisip kung ano na ba talaga ang meron sa aming dalawa. (pramis, kasi nakakapagod na yun eh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pero for sure, &lt;strong&gt;ayoko siya mawala sa buhay ko&lt;/strong&gt; na ito. pero lately sa mga naririnig ko sa kanya, &lt;strong&gt;parang darating ang araw na mahihiwalay na siya sa 'kin&lt;/strong&gt;. kaya kahit sabihin niyang mga plano lang yun, inihahanda ko na ang sarili ko sa pagkakataon na iyon. walang nakakaalam tungkol dito, hindi pa naman siya sobrang issue para sa akin. pero darating din ang araw na &lt;strong&gt;wala na akong iisipin kung hindi ang araw na mawawala na siya sa buhay ko&lt;/strong&gt;. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well, that's life 'di ba? c'est la vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110994213313993276?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110994213313993276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110994213313993276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110994213313993276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110994213313993276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/03/ang-buhay-nga-naman.html' title='ang buhay nga naman'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110949770936239007</id><published>2005-02-27T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T20:00:26.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i have in mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;janet jackson - again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard from a friend today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And she said you were in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly the memories came back to me in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I be strong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve asked myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time and time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I’ll never fall in love with you again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A wounded heart you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My soul you took away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good intentions you had many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I come from a place that hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God knows how I’ve cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I never want to return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Making love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh it felt so good and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here we are alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn’t think it’d come to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And to know it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With just a little kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’VE COME TOO CLOSE TO HAPPINESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO HAVE IT SWEPT AWAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t think I can take the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No never fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kinda late in the game and my heart is in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t you stand there and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me then leave again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I’m falling in love with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t ever let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say it just one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God knows I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110949770936239007?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110949770936239007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110949770936239007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110949770936239007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110949770936239007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-i-have-in-mind.html' title='what i have in mind'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110863734687422374</id><published>2005-02-17T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:33:03.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kwento lang muna dito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dapat noon ko pa pala ito binanggit dito, pero anyways, it's better to be late than never do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wow 'di ba? john won &lt;strong&gt;song of the year&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; best male pop vocal performance&lt;/strong&gt; (ewan ko kung tama yung sequence nung words dun sa last award na binaggit ko) both for the song &lt;strong&gt;daughters&lt;/strong&gt;. astig ng kanta na yun! nung una talaga walang impact sa akin yun eh, walang dating, pero yun pa pala mananalo ng grammy's! hahaha! &lt;strong&gt;I'M SO PROUD OF JOHN!&lt;/strong&gt; wahaha! feeling girlfriend ako noh!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, sobrang kakapagod itong araw na ito. &lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;PE day&lt;/strong&gt; and basketball na naman. kakapikon yung ibang gilrs na kalaban namin. tama talaga na kapag girls ang nag-aaway, ibang klase, puro salitaan at &lt;strong&gt;they trash-talk sa court&lt;/strong&gt;! unbelievable! kababaeng mga tao nila, sila pa nag-tatrash-talk! nung second quarter, mga a minute and 33 seconds na lang, pagtalon ko, nagka-cramps ako. sobrang sakit pala yun! tapos may ibang guys pa who were making fun of me, kaya kahit pinipigilan ko umiyak sa sakit, napaiyak ako sa insulto nila. they kept on shouting pa "yung star player injured!" kakainis talaga. even though i prided myself to have scored &lt;strong&gt;almost all the points of the team&lt;/strong&gt;, i take that as a kind of pang-aasar. tangina nilang lahat, makikita nila hinahanap nila! buti na lang &lt;strong&gt;jeric&lt;/strong&gt; was there, he was by my side para maging basahan sa pag-iyak ko at he was holding my hand. kaka-touch, thanks so much talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayun... haha, gusto niyo ba pag-usapan yung "special someone" ko at kung ano na ang update sa amin? wag na lang... (wag ka na! haha!) basta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MASAYA&lt;/u&gt; ako&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;that's all you need to know&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe! YM mo na lang ako kung curious ka talaga. (teka, tama ba spelling ko? haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engineering week &lt;/strong&gt;nga din pala. pero wala naman masyadong happening na importante sa buhay ko. anyways, sampi lang naman ang IT sa college of engineering eh. drama... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i repeat: &lt;strong&gt;MASAYA AKO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110863734687422374?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110863734687422374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110863734687422374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110863734687422374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110863734687422374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/02/kwento-lang-muna-dito.html' title='kwento lang muna dito...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110853231674382517</id><published>2005-02-16T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:38:36.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-valentime's post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; none (i'm in the computer lab having my lessons!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;astig! haha! masaya naman and i've quite did everything i listed on my &lt;strong&gt;valentime's checklist&lt;/strong&gt;. nothing really disappointing but nothing to be &lt;strong&gt;sure and certain&lt;/strong&gt; about either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, moreover... how would you feel if a certain change happens in your barkada? wala lang... may nangyayaring something na ganyan now eh. pero i think, better yun, kaysa naman ganoon pa rin pero deep inside alam niyong lahat na hindi na maganda ang relationship. haaaay, ok na ako sa set-up ng barkada ko ngayon. wala na sanang madagdag as much as possible or mas lalo na ayaw ko na may maalis pa ulit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm a very happy person now&lt;/strong&gt;. be super proud of me! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110853231674382517?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110853231674382517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110853231674382517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110853231674382517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110853231674382517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/02/post-valentimes-post.html' title='post-valentime&apos;s post'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110819030081882785</id><published>2005-02-12T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:26:24.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tangina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;diane warren - don't wanna be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangina, sira na naman PC ko! ampootah naman oh! wahehe! sobrang foul ba ng mga words na ginamit ko? wala kayo magagawa blog ko toh! haha! joke! anyways, magulo na masaya ang buhay ko for the pasr few days. &lt;strong&gt;lapit na VALENTIME'S noh?&lt;/strong&gt; tsk tsk, share niyo naman plans niyo for v-day! post kayo sa shout box! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang plano ko for valentimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* i want to to go out with someone... and i've had it planned on my mind. sikreto na lang kung sino yun! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* maglinis ng napakagulo ko na kwarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* perhaps try fixing my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* go to baywalk 5am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* then watch a movie with that "someone", mga 2 movies pwede na siguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* tapos, i want to have dinner sa may italianni's! nyahaha! ewan ko ba, basta na-feel ko gusto ko kumain dun! hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i guess hindi naman gaano malungkot ang valentimes ko. para nga hindi pa fit yung mga balak ko gawin sa loob ng isang araw eh! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mamaya pala eh pupunta ko sa lova palooza at mang-ookray!&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110819030081882785?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110819030081882785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110819030081882785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110819030081882785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110819030081882785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/02/tangina.html' title='tangina'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110735205829591850</id><published>2005-02-02T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:50:17.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a f*****g failure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;3 doors down - let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;before i make kwento why i think &lt;strong&gt;i'm such a failure &lt;u&gt;yet again&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;you love me, but you don't know who i am. i'm torn between this life i lead and where i stand. you love me, but you don't know who i am. so let me go...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was supposed to post kanina during our ICS lab kasi internet was available for use. but you have to sneak out. when iw as to start typing na, our professor asked us to start coding the program. so i did. but little did i know, it's going to be the end of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i did not finish the program. i got the lowest score because i was last to leave the room. in all honesty, i wasn't really thinking on how i could do the program, i was so frustrated and yes... &lt;strong&gt;so tinatamad&lt;/strong&gt;! my brain was so washed out, all i did was cry when i couldn't take it any longer. and there, my first ever failing grade in all the exercises. damn! when i got out of the room, i felt so ashamed that my classmates had to convince me that it was all normal. but couldn't stop crying. sama talaga ng loob ko eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haaaaay... so much lessons learned in a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;note: &lt;/strong&gt;eat this shit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;#include&lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main()&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;int x,y,n;&lt;br /&gt;clrscr();&lt;br /&gt;printf("Enter a number: ");&lt;br /&gt;scanf("%d", &amp;n);&lt;br /&gt;for (x=0;x&lt;=1;x++)&lt;br /&gt;            {&lt;br /&gt;                        for (x=1,y=n;x&lt;=n,y&gt;=1; x++,y-=1)&lt;br /&gt;                                    {&lt;br /&gt;                                                printf("%d", x);&lt;br /&gt;                                                x++;&lt;br /&gt;                                    }&lt;br /&gt;            }&lt;br /&gt;for (x=n,y=1;x&gt;=1,y&lt;=n; x--,y++)&lt;br /&gt;            printf("%d", x);&lt;br /&gt;getch();&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110735205829591850?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110735205829591850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110735205829591850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110735205829591850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110735205829591850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-fg-failure.html' title='i&apos;m a f*****g failure!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110700038696092956</id><published>2005-01-29T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:31:42.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fairy tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;usher - caught up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just saw &lt;strong&gt;ever after&lt;/strong&gt; tonight and i must say, it's an all-time favorite. isn't it amazing how one can fall for a fairy tale all seemed to be reality? sometimes i wanted to live in one and never come back to what's real. but the catch is, fairy tales doesn't even exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to fall in love this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110700038696092956?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110700038696092956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110700038696092956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110700038696092956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110700038696092956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/01/fairy-tale.html' title='a fairy tale'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110691874087909228</id><published>2005-01-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:25:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i realized something amazing today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;mymp - a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;as valentine's day (or how i call it "araw ng mga baliw") fast approaches, i suddenly came into a thinking while sweeping the floor of my room. it's just two weeks to go, and i thought i haven't spent a single february 14 without being bitter, though i keep on pretending i am not bitter. i've had my share of telenovela-esque love stories even at the &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; young age of... what? 17? i've always felt it would be the end of me whenever i try to see if that person i love is loving me back. i always think that it's just me. i just wanted someone to tell me that i am the world to him. that's all i need, and then i could die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in a layman's word: &lt;strong&gt;i am a pathetic hopeless romantic&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(even my guy bestfriend calls me a hopeless nutcase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so what is it in &lt;strong&gt;valentime's day&lt;/strong&gt; that everyone just gets so sucked up on love? the answer is &lt;strong&gt;because love is all you need&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at kahit baligtarin ko man ang mundo, wala akong magagawa kung hindi ang maghintay ng tamang tao na darating sa akin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, i'm giving my share of a "love-me-or-love-me-not" kind of story to the world. i admit,&lt;strong&gt; i am in love with someone now&lt;/strong&gt;. and that someone is definitely taking me for granted. i don't even know why i love him, i don't even know what it is that made me fall. (and the other "how did i love you" whatnots) but all i want right now (and desperately needing it) is to be loved back by that someone. but i guess i have my "one in a billion" chance. because he seemed too far to care for that matter. even though, i still promised myself to be with him and to be cool with him no matter how this thing works out. (though for the past weeks, i've been irritated by the mere sight of him) it's so hard. even one day, i was looking at him from afar while we were hanging out in the basketball gym. i was on top of the bleacher's standing and he was down there watching the other guys play ball. as i stare into him, i felt so tired. and nothing more. so i guess, that'd be the end of it. (but i said i'd give up &lt;strong&gt;a lot of times&lt;/strong&gt; before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one thing is damn for sure, &lt;strong&gt;love is a very complex situation&lt;/strong&gt; and you better not mess with it. just love unconditionally and accept anything you put into risk. what's meant is meant. and nothing can change that. even fate or destiny has no way of meddling on what "fate and destiny" also has made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;keep loving... you'll never know who will love you in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110691874087909228?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110691874087909228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110691874087909228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110691874087909228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110691874087909228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-realized-something-amazing-today.html' title='i realized something amazing today'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110684255245756492</id><published>2005-01-28T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T00:17:41.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look ma! i stole yahoo!'s homepage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; parokya ni edgar - harana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lookie&lt;/strong&gt;! we have a new layout! haha! fun isn't it? look's like yahoo. didn't quite take time doing this... but i'm happy by the way it looks at excited na ako to go blogging again. nyahaha! kaya lang there's trouble with the alignment of the text and pictures. but anyways, it's just small stuff, i'll figure that out later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;no classes tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mom's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110684255245756492?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110684255245756492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110684255245756492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110684255245756492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110684255245756492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/01/look-ma-i-stole-yahoos-homepage.html' title='look ma! i stole yahoo!&apos;s homepage!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110674831690683102</id><published>2005-01-26T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:05:16.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last thing i need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; the dresden dolls - coin operated boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the last thing i need is to be &lt;strong&gt;taken for granted&lt;/strong&gt; by someone&lt;strong&gt; i love&lt;/strong&gt;. it damn hurts like hell when you just start to both ignore each other. it &lt;strong&gt;sucks bigtime&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;split screen sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;john mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i don't know where you went when you left me but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;says here in the water you must be gone by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can tell somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one hand on the trigger of the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wondering when the call comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;where you ay it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you got your heart right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i'll sleep inside my coat and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wait on the porch 'til you come back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, right, i can't find a flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we share the sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;split screen sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;two wrongs make it all alright tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'all you need is love' is a lie cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we had love but we still said goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now we're tired, battered fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and it stings when it's nobody's fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's only the air you took and the breath you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so maybe i'll sleep inside my coat and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wait on the porch 'til you come back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, right, i can't find a flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i'll check the weather wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i wanna know if you can see the stars tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it might be my only right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we share the sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;split screen sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;need to feel you on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't hang up this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i know it was me who called it over but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i still ish you'd fought me 'til your dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't let me get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i can say this is the way that i used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there's no substitute for time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or for the sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;split screen sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we share the sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110674831690683102?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110674831690683102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110674831690683102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110674831690683102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110674831690683102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-thing-i-need.html' title='the last thing i need'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110623323253775793</id><published>2005-01-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:00:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naglilihi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; spongecola - lunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's late and i only have one thing in mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HAVE NOT HIT MY BOOKS YET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.benjerry.com/assets/images/organic_feature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok... make that &lt;strong&gt;two things&lt;/strong&gt; actually... haha! too bad, walang &lt;a href="http://www.benjerrys.com"&gt;ben &amp;amp; jerry's&lt;/a&gt; dito! bukas, &lt;strong&gt;foodtrip&lt;/strong&gt; kami nina remi, jec at jack sa mga &lt;strong&gt;fishbolan at kikiaman at tuhugan&lt;/strong&gt; doon sa asturias! bwahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110623323253775793?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110623323253775793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110623323253775793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110623323253775793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110623323253775793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/01/naglilihi.html' title='naglilihi'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110586205440199511</id><published>2005-01-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T15:54:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; oasis - wonderwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when was my last post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;gahh!! everything's so toxicated!! anyways, moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i wanted to do some long post right now but honestly i don't have anything in mind... oh, prelims are coming up next week. maybe that's the only sensible thing coming around right now. i'm a bit of a confused and lost person myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;everything's going on just as fine and, yeah... there. i studied the whole weekend (last weekend) for our philippine history, because i have nothing yet better to do those days. but guess what happened, &lt;strong&gt;i flunked&lt;/strong&gt;! grrr! it just seemed i wasted my precious afternoon studying! and oh... i just have to share this. we're going to have class trip to &lt;strong&gt;corregidor&lt;/strong&gt;! hahaha! that'd be on february 7 and i am nothing but excited! last field trip ko was grade 6 pa... so poor little me... =p hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;friendships and the likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, i think my friends are doing great. i have been chatting up with my old friends lately, if not on the phone, but on YM. ahhh, the wonders of friendster. i've been calling them up after classes, texting them, and they call me up or text me most of the time also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah. so that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110586205440199511?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110586205440199511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110586205440199511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110586205440199511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110586205440199511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-maybe-youre-gonna-be-one-who-saves.html' title='and maybe, you&apos;re gonna be the one who saves me'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110484152036052170</id><published>2005-01-04T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:25:20.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never felt so good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; regine velasquez - minsan lang kita iibigin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whew! patrick and i already finished off with our case study project! a whopping program! wahaha! i never felt this sense of achievement before. i single-handedly conquered the world of Turbo C and C++ Programming! hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;gets(a);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;strcpy(a,strupr(a));&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you actually understand this?&lt;/strong&gt; i bet not... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, i really have a good feeling about how i started the year. like they say, &lt;strong&gt;start the year right&lt;/strong&gt;! haha! i have never felt &lt;strong&gt;happiness as real as this&lt;/strong&gt;. i never felt so comfortable. i never felt so great about myself. aaaaah! i wanna burst into pieces, i cannot explain this joyous feeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haaaaaaay... life is so good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://niquejane.blogspot.com"&gt;nique&lt;/a&gt;, thanks! i think i'ma really have a &lt;em&gt;sampung tama&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; isang mali&lt;/em&gt; year! happy new year din pala! take care!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110484152036052170?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110484152036052170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110484152036052170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110484152036052170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110484152036052170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-never-felt-so-good.html' title='i never felt so good...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110466490882861416</id><published>2005-01-02T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T19:24:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isang tama, sampung mali... ganyan ako pumili</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; wala na akong mp3s! huhuh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm the most unfortunate person on earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;parang ako yung &lt;strong&gt;hari ng sablay&lt;/strong&gt;. hinding-hindi makasabay... sabay sa hangin ng aking buhay... hala, kumanta na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the year 2005 na, and i can sum up my year in just one simple line from that song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;isang tama, sampung mali... ganyan ako pumili...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;very much true. i've made a lot of &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; mistakes the past year. feeling ko eh, araw-araw na lang, mas madaming wrong decisions akong nagagawa kaysa sa right. i've taken so much fun at everything i do. i was so desperate in being happy that's why &lt;strong&gt;i was capable of faking happiness everyday&lt;/strong&gt;. but this year, i have only a few things to write down that i will do for the year ahead. and this is not a resolution for the new year. (resolutions, i should say, are really a pain in the ass!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will be more responsible for everything in my life and i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will be true to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to be less "ma-drama".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will be realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will &lt;strong&gt;love myself&lt;/strong&gt;, my family and my friends to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will be more strong-willed and determined in every action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will &lt;strong&gt;improve myself&lt;/strong&gt; emotionally, intellectually, physically and spiritually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheers for a better me!&lt;/strong&gt; wish me all good luck for this year. i have a feeling it'll be a great one. i hope you guys will have the same. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ayoko na mag-sorry, ayoko na magsisi... pasensya ka na, madali lang talaga akong mataranta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110466490882861416?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110466490882861416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110466490882861416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110466490882861416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110466490882861416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2005/01/isang-tama-sampung-mali-ganyan-ako.html' title='isang tama, sampung mali... ganyan ako pumili'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110432938730476256</id><published>2004-12-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:09:47.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so *bleep* pissed off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; kitchie nadal - wag na wag mong sasabihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;really, i'm so annoyed and pissed off... eh paano ba naman? i still have a case study to do, and i'm with a partner. sadly, itong ka-partner ko, i think, has no time for the project. i look like some &lt;strong&gt;tanga person&lt;/strong&gt; constantly begging him to come over and start with our project. and he always kept on saying "yes" and not mean it. and then he's busy with his "scheduled" holiday activities! and he goes on like eveything's okay, and that nothing should be worried about! &lt;strong&gt;where are his priorities&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ugh! i hate it! papansin siya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110432938730476256?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110432938730476256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110432938730476256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110432938730476256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110432938730476256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-so-bleep-pissed-off.html' title='i&apos;m so *bleep* pissed off...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110390734887311637</id><published>2004-12-25T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T00:55:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have yourself a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;merry christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110390734887311637?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110390734887311637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110390734887311637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110390734887311637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110390734887311637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/have-yourself.html' title='have yourself a...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110381633599694994</id><published>2004-12-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:41:46.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasko na, sinta ko...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; new found glory - glory of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;can you believe it? i wouldn't probably know it's christmas if it wasn't for the weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, it doesn't even feel like it's christmas. so annoying. everybody's busy remembering and whining about how hard the times are now. why can't just everybody pull off of the moment and say: "&lt;strong&gt;putangina, pasko na pala! hapi-hapi tayo mga dudepare!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'di ba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's like, christmas comes only once in freaking year! tapos ganito pa attitude natin towards the season? unbelievable... hindi naman nasusukat ang pasko sa dami ng handa o kung saksakan 'man ng dami sa regalo. i know it's a cliche, pero totoo naman. filipinos have to live by this everytime the holidays come. 'yan ang dapat matutunan first and foremost ng mga pinoy, na &lt;strong&gt;hindi importante kung mayaman ka o mahirap kapag pasko&lt;/strong&gt;. mahalaga na yung family mo kasama mo sa noche buena. na alam mo na hindi ka iiwan ng pamilya mo sa kahit anong panahon at sa kahit anong problema o gulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;matuto sana tayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110381633599694994?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110381633599694994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110381633599694994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110381633599694994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110381633599694994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/pasko-na-sinta-ko.html' title='pasko na, sinta ko...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110356207458682697</id><published>2004-12-21T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T01:04:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hotness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; nsync - kiss me at midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;honestly, what's so appealing with guys who wears &lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/amp.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this, my friends, is the &lt;strong&gt;answer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incredible&lt;/strong&gt;... @_@ haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;napanood ninyo ba &lt;strong&gt;lovers in paris &lt;/strong&gt;kanina? grabe, wish ko lang na ako yun noh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110356207458682697?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110356207458682697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110356207458682697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110356207458682697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110356207458682697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/hotness.html' title='hotness...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110347369470661017</id><published>2004-12-19T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T10:51:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;parokya ni edgar - harana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/paskona.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;christmas tree&lt;/strong&gt; sa uste nung paskuhan. ganda noh? ('yan nga ba 'yun?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;malapit na ang pasko, pero hindi mo ba paulit-ulit na iniisip kung &lt;strong&gt;ano talaga ito&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;para sa akin, ang christmas, isang araw lang yan. pero, parang it serves a purpose for people to think of something good about sa kapwa nila. sa totoo lang, nobody know's yung kailan exactly pinanganak si jesus. according to &lt;strong&gt;mary ellen chase&lt;/strong&gt;, "christmas is not a date, it is a &lt;strong&gt;state of mind&lt;/strong&gt;." very true, i agree so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naisip ko rin; &lt;strong&gt;happiness is not an opportunity, it is a choice&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i always think that i'm forever a pathetic loser just waiting in a corner for someone to appreciate me. pero hindi, i am a wonderful creature of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bottom line:&lt;/strong&gt; i hope you guys will have the merriest holidays of all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110347369470661017?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110347369470661017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110347369470661017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110347369470661017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110347369470661017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/almost-christmas_19.html' title='almost christmas...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110281877369487141</id><published>2004-12-12T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T10:32:53.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; none at the moment (baby colin is sleeping in my room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls often dream about this&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where she feels like a withered flower..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Surrounded by all these fabulous people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then out of nowhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;PRINCE&lt;/strong&gt; on a white horse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Calls her name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Holds her shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gently touches her hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And walks her home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is &lt;strong&gt;too perfect&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;      - Kang Tae Young, Pari Ui Yeon In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110281877369487141?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110281877369487141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110281877369487141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110281877369487141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110281877369487141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/unbelievable.html' title='unbelievable!'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110281299681613184</id><published>2004-12-12T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:01:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>certified ADIK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;rivermaya - umaaraw, umuulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;let me introduce to you &lt;strong&gt;my latest addiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/parkshin-yang03.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't know what it is? go figure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110281299681613184?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110281299681613184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110281299681613184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110281299681613184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110281299681613184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/certified-adik.html' title='certified ADIK'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110276901757572834</id><published>2004-12-11T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:49:11.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes 4 to tango...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; switchfoot - you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what a day! my gaz balbaz! hehe, saturday... may classes ako... so yun! hehe! anyways, balak sana namin gumala ngayon, pero due to unavoidable circumstances, 'di na kami tumuloy. so ang ginawa naming &lt;strong&gt;apat na magigiting na mag-aaral ng UST&lt;/strong&gt; eh, we went to &lt;strong&gt;the national library&lt;/strong&gt; para tapusin na namin yung project namin sa phil hist. isa lang ang masasabi ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;KAMOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kamote talaga, kasi ba naman, pinagod kami to the nth level! here goes the specific details of what we did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:30am:&lt;/strong&gt; sibat na ng uste! then punta na ng TNL. napagalaman namin na kinakailangan pa pala ng library card, eh heller, wala kami ng ganyan! so sabi sa amin maghintay sapagkat maguumpisa lamang ang registration ng &lt;strong&gt;1:00pm&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:00nn-1:00pm: &lt;/strong&gt;tambay sa &lt;strong&gt;luneta park&lt;/strong&gt;! masaya pala dun! hehe, at shempre &lt;strong&gt;nag-pikchuran &lt;/strong&gt;na naman kami. pagsama-samahin mo daw ba ang mga &lt;strong&gt;adik&lt;/strong&gt; sa pag-picture sa sarili. ako, si &lt;strong&gt;yome&lt;/strong&gt;, si&lt;strong&gt; jevinne&lt;/strong&gt; (ang pinaka-adik sa lahat), at si &lt;strong&gt;kuya popo&lt;/strong&gt;! kamote! tapos, nakita namin na ang daming birds na lumlipad-lipad lang around. "&lt;em&gt;why do birds suddenly appear, everytime you are near? just like me, they long to be, close to you-huhuhu...&lt;/em&gt;" hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:00pm:&lt;/strong&gt; balik na sa TNL at pumila at kumha ng mga forms at nagsulat. tapos, nagbayad na kami ng &lt;strong&gt;50 pesoses&lt;/strong&gt; (ang mahal! hehe!) para sa fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:30pm-4:30pm: &lt;/strong&gt;at nagumpisa na ang kalbaryo. kukunin mo lahat ng editorials ng philippine daily inquirer for the year 2002. then for every person, 15 copies lang ang allowed mo muna kunin, and then hahanapin namin dun yung editorial tapos ibaba namin at ipapa-photocopy. buti na lang at mabait sa &lt;strong&gt;manong xerox&lt;/strong&gt; dun, kundi badtrip na! kasi pipila ka pa para magpa-photocopy! and then, aakyat ka na ulit and back to procedure 1. siguro mga 6 rounds kami na ganyan. kamote, kakapagod! natapos kami ng 4:30pm na! pagkatapos, mga mukha na kaming &lt;strong&gt;PG&lt;/strong&gt;! as in &lt;strong&gt;Patay Gutom&lt;/strong&gt;! hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, 'di ba nakakamatay yang gawain na yan? 'di bale, ibabawi namin yan sa monday! galaan na sa monday! hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110276901757572834?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110276901757572834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110276901757572834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110276901757572834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110276901757572834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-takes-4-to-tango.html' title='it takes 4 to tango...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110241940376380246</id><published>2004-12-07T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T19:39:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4:30am wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; new found glory - don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i woke up &lt;strong&gt;4:30am&lt;/strong&gt; and i went out of the house &lt;strong&gt;5:30am&lt;/strong&gt;. it's too early, but i guess it's a nice time to rediscover the world again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have 7:00am classes and it's really unusual to see outside to be dark, almost like 12:00mn... so, i walked out, sumakay sa jeep at... natuklasan ko na may &lt;strong&gt;christmas lights&lt;/strong&gt; sa parañaque! &lt;strong&gt;UNBELIEVABLE&lt;/strong&gt;! uso na pala maglagay ng ilaw dito! haha! but from the view sa jeep, it was amazing... like stars were magnified from the heavens and they have different colors to match... really amazing, you should've been there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and then, pagsakay ng FX, super dali lang din! hanep nga eh, 'di man lang ako naghintay ng 5 minutes para makasakay. then, dumaan sa may &lt;strong&gt;baywalk&lt;/strong&gt;, and the sky's turning to some kind of grayish blue... lumiliwanag na ng konti. and all the lights in baywalk were really complementing the backdrop of the bay and the sky... really &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;, and you should've been there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i thought i should've brought a camera with me always, you'll never know when you'll see things as wonderful as these again nowadays. john mayer's song &lt;strong&gt;3x5&lt;/strong&gt; keeps on running through my mind as i type this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was such a glorious morning&lt;/strong&gt;. i think i want to experience it again tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110241940376380246?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110241940376380246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110241940376380246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110241940376380246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110241940376380246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/430am-wonders.html' title='4:30am wonders'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110233431000064977</id><published>2004-12-06T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T19:58:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; none for the meantime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to understand the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i need time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am in big truoble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am so in-love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;of nothing else but my problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am not optimistic at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i need money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i must be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will never be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am so confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have &lt;strong&gt;huge problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i need &lt;strong&gt;broader shoulders to carry the burden of the world&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110233431000064977?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110233431000064977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110233431000064977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110233431000064977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110233431000064977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-think.html' title='i think...'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110230300218802193</id><published>2004-12-06T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:16:42.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a dedicated blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; nsync - the only gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was a hard night last night... but someone made me smile... thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i took some quizzes, haha! they're quite cute! look at 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/bf.gif" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/evil.gif" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/geek.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/invisible.gif" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/useless.gif" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/feminist.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/visionarysoul.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M A VISIONARY SOUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul.&lt;br /&gt;you are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.&lt;br /&gt;you have great vision and can be very insightful.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.&lt;br /&gt;visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.&lt;br /&gt;you are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110230300218802193?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110230300218802193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110230300218802193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110230300218802193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110230300218802193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-dedicated-blogger.html' title='i&apos;m a dedicated blogger'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110225597300791056</id><published>2004-12-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:12:53.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gusto ko na mabasa ito ng buong mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; brian mcknight &amp; justin timberlake - my kind of girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mababasa nga, 'di naman maiintindihan... tagalog eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wow, ang drama naman ng life ko sa araw na ito. sobrang emotional... naiiyak na lang ako, parang ganun. gusto ko malaman ng sangkatauhan na:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PAHALAGAHAN NIYO NAMAN AKO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;shet man! pakiramdam ko talaga, wala na ako silbi sa world na ito! kamoteng life! bakit ba ganun, sa lahat na lang ng gagawin ko, walang nakaka-appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ito pa ang isang malaking tanong: &lt;strong&gt;BAKIT GANITO ANG NARARAMDAMAN KO NGAYON?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa buong tanan ng buhay ko, 'di ko pa nararamdaman yung mapahalagahan. yung feeling na importante ka sa isang tao, na ikaw yung mundo para sa kanya. siguro napaka-saya ng feeling na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*babaw thoughts for the day*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;natututo na mag-hang yung PC ko. (amf! &lt;strong&gt;X(&lt;/strong&gt; grrr!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mahal ko na talaga si *bleep* kahit anong gawin ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wala na naman akong gagawin bukas kung hindi mag-YM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;miss ko na si &lt;strong&gt;chris richard baylon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;naalala ko yung mga ginagawa namin dati, sobrang saya ko kapag kasama ko yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang ganda talaga ng song na pinapakinggan ko ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kailan ko siya makikilala?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;magiging masaya ba ang aking christmas? (sana naman!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;masarap ang "melted cheese" as in grabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;magiging masaya pa ba ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anong petsa na! wahaha! grabe na ito, as in to the nth power. haaaay... ang life naman talaga oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110225597300791056?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110225597300791056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110225597300791056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110225597300791056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110225597300791056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/gusto-ko-na-mabasa-ito-ng-buong-mundo.html' title='gusto ko na mabasa ito ng buong mundo'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110222948584742728</id><published>2004-12-05T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T14:51:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not worth anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; hilary duff - fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haaay... ano ba ito? pakiramdam ko eh wala na akong silbi sa world. ang hirap... sa tingin ko, wala akong magandang naidudulot sa kahit anong bagay. kahit anong gawin ko, it's never good enough. i've always thought all along that i don't have to prove myself to anyone. maybe because i have to prove myself to... well... myself. my gosh... what a world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO CRY MY HEART OUT!! &lt;/strong&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110222948584742728?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110222948584742728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110222948584742728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110222948584742728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110222948584742728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-not-worth-anything.html' title='i&apos;m not worth anything'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110213917302780679</id><published>2004-12-04T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T13:46:13.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>held in the neck so tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; switchfoot - only hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;saturday... i have classes, and, yeah... there you go for an introduction. haha! does it seem to you like i'm hell bored or pissed off? because i am. really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;earlier, while i was attending "classes", (yeah, call it that.) i was continually texting my mother because i am asking for her permission para maka-alis ako. in the first place, i am &lt;strong&gt;old and responsible enough&lt;/strong&gt; to handle just even myself. i have to make my own decisions. i have to keep myself on judging my own actions and learn through experience. pero my mom, she's not thinking the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;she's always thought that &lt;strong&gt;she holds my life&lt;/strong&gt; whatever i do, not unless i break out of them. sobrang hinihigpitan ako ng mom ko. there's so much angst in me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i got off my classes and... wham! my phone rang and it was her. conversation went on like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom:&lt;/strong&gt; san ka na naman pupunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; alis lang po kami ng classmates ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom:&lt;/strong&gt; umuwi ka na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; saglit lang naman eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(the rest is kind of disturbing, i'll leave it that way there. but i prodded and i lost.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;annoying isn't it? when you get controlled at even the smallest measures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kaya lalo ako nagiging pasaway eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110213917302780679?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110213917302780679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110213917302780679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110213917302780679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110213917302780679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/held-in-neck-so-tight.html' title='held in the neck so tight'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110206098417254299</id><published>2004-12-03T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:08:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a kwento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; blink 182 - stay together for the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha! jevinne sent me images of ourselves, (see, i told you... summer pa lang "&lt;strong&gt;adik&lt;/strong&gt;" na ako sa pag-picture sa sarili ko! haha!) sa mga place na kung saan-saan. basta may camera (or a phone with a cam, for that matter) &lt;strong&gt;pikchuran&lt;/strong&gt; na kaagad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;some pictures maybe disturbing, though i admit na everytime i look at them, i only think of one thing: "&lt;strong&gt;kaganda naman!&lt;/strong&gt;" haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/sacafeindulges5.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhibit a:&lt;/strong&gt; jevinne and me sa isang kapihan sa p.noval! haha! kaganda ko nga naman talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/sacafeindulges1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhibit b:&lt;/strong&gt; another display of my &lt;strong&gt;kagandahan&lt;/strong&gt;... haaay... haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/sacafeindulges4.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhibit c:&lt;/strong&gt; that's our &lt;strong&gt;kuya popo&lt;/strong&gt;! he's very sweet and malambing and caring and i love my kuya popo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/salp3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhibit d:&lt;/strong&gt; here's yome and enard sa likod ng van ni pat! from UST nagpunta kami ng las piñas, para lang mag-kape! hehe! layo noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/sacantonan8.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhibit e:&lt;/strong&gt; that's my kuya popo again. this time, hindi naman kape tinitira namin. &lt;strong&gt;pansit canton&lt;/strong&gt; naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/saseattles3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhibit f:&lt;/strong&gt; balik tayo sa kape: &lt;strong&gt;SEATTLE'S BEST&lt;/strong&gt;! haha! sa SM manila, that's me and pat... stolen shot ni jevinne. hmph! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/i_met_mraz/sacantonan2.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhibit g:&lt;/strong&gt; haha! me! &lt;strong&gt;kaganda&lt;/strong&gt; talaga! stolen shot ulit.. ni pat naman. tsk tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110206098417254299?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110206098417254299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110206098417254299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110206098417254299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110206098417254299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-kwento.html' title='i have a kwento'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439423.post-110205036654999426</id><published>2004-12-03T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:06:06.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's okay.. we're alright..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; liz phair - extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so many different &lt;strong&gt;blogs&lt;/strong&gt; had passed right through me, and i swear, i'm going to stick to this one. okay, walang pasok for the past two days, at feel ko na &lt;strong&gt;bakasyon&lt;/strong&gt; na nga. harhar! ayaw ko na pumasok ever! tomorrow, i think there'd be classes. but it's okay, i finally get to do something better than to sit and bum around the house. sumusuko na computer ko sa lahat ng pinaggagawa ko sa kanya the whole 2 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was trying to recover some of the pictures i had uploaded in so the so many different areas of the internet. (&lt;strong&gt;i.e.&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bajillion&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;e-mail accounts, a &lt;strong&gt;photobucket&lt;/strong&gt; account, FTP servers, etc.) these were the pictures of ourselves (and some of other people) my cousin and i endlessly took while spending summer in different parts of the country. (splash island? haha!) i've been quite successful actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;also, sinusubukan ko i-organize lahat ng &lt;strong&gt;accounts&lt;/strong&gt; ko sa net. (e-mails, blog accounts, friendster, hi-5, AML, etc.) i tried to set their passwords accordingly so i wouldn't forget. and then aalisin ko na yung mga accounts na 'di ko na kailangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 yahoo! e-mail accounts (1 will be deleted soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 blogdrive account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 MOE account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 AML account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 photobucket album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 hotmail e-mail account (to be terminated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, i'm getting my hands full. anyways, i have an exam in &lt;strong&gt;rizal course&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. and guess what? &lt;strong&gt;hindi pa ako nag-aaral&lt;/strong&gt;! haha! anong bago 'dun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, all of you, congratulate me for my new blog. at ipagdasal niyo na sana hindi ko 'to pagsawaan kaagad. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9439423-110205036654999426?l=dishwashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/feeds/110205036654999426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9439423&amp;postID=110205036654999426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110205036654999426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9439423/posts/default/110205036654999426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dishwashed.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-okay-were-alright.html' title='it&apos;s okay.. we&apos;re alright..'/><author><name>Owi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03970042564752390844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c249/3by5/owisummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
