<?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-8590636532163487905</id><updated>2012-02-08T21:50:10.866-08:00</updated><category term='reposts'/><category term='surveys'/><category term='love.love.love'/><title type='text'>kwadernong pink</title><subtitle type='html'>KWADERNONG PINK...

talaarawan ng isang teen-eydyer na walang makausap kundi ang kompyuter</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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lens cap na ko. hahaha!!&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;:D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; napulot ko lang siya sa BCG at ito ang panghahawakan ko para makabali ng isang buong DSLR :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;sa ngayon.. mangangarap na lang muna ako. at mag-iisip na din kung ano itatawag ko sa future travel blog ko. haha &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;;p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4583961715329153170?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-6517086970308701011</id><published>2011-04-08T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:19:55.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;nice day ang title kasi araw ng mga nice ata ngayon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;8th day ng summer vacation ko kanina/kahapon. dahil sa kabagutan ko sa bahay, kinagat ko kaagad ang imbitasyon ng kaeskwela kong gumala sa mall of asia. nagpaalam ako sa kundisyong gagawin ko muna ang utos ng tita ko sakin.. so yun. pagkatapos ng tanghalian, naglakad na ko papunta sa bangko(ang utos kasi sakin ay magdeposit). malayong lakarin yon mula samin. e wala namang sasakyan na dumadaan samin papunta don. so yun.. tinahak ko ang mahabng daan habang nagpapaprito sa araw.. don na nagsimulang magpakita ng kabaitan ang mga tao sakin. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kabaitan #1:&lt;/b&gt; habang naglalakad ako, may aleng nakapayong. mukha siyang masungit. sino mag-aakalang....isyer niya sakin yung payong niya? pero yon. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kabaitan #2:&lt;/b&gt; ambait nung teller sa bangko. alam ko they're supposed to be kind. pero kadalasan kasi masusungit. wala lang. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;so ayun. natapos ang task ko. go na sa galaan :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;sa MRT na ko..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kabaitan #3&lt;/b&gt;: pagpasok ko sa tren, inofferan ako nung ate na umupo at siya'y tumayo. oo. tama. si ate. akala ko naman ay malapit na ang babaan niya pero pareho lang kaming sa last station baba. weird. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;paglabas naman ng station, malayo-layo na rin ang nalakad ko nang may kumalabit sakin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kabaitan #4 :&lt;/b&gt; hinabol niya pa talaga ako para ibalik sakin yung stored value card ko sa LRT. nagpasalamat ako at tumalikod na siya. wait. nasa MRT ako. pagtingin ko s bulsa ko, andon yung single journey MRT card ko. iba ang na swipe ko! haha pero nakalusot pa din ako. so yun ang &lt;b&gt;kabaitan #5&lt;/b&gt; :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;so nasa moa na ko at nakipagkita sa kaeskwela ko. then fast forward....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;nung nasa seaside na kami..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kabaitan #5&lt;/b&gt;: kinailangan namin ng gunting para sa picture namin na nakuha sa timezone. napansin yon nung maghohotdog. ayun. pinahiram niya kami :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kabaitan #6&lt;/b&gt;: may katabi kaming lalaki na hindi namin kilala. inofferan niya kami ng mga chichirya niya. pero dahil nahihiya kami, nagpasalamat na lang kami. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;ang saya saya saya ng araw ko dahil sa mababait na tao at sa bonding namin ng mga kaibigan ko. tas pag uwi ko sa bahay ay dahil sa simpleng bagay ay nagkumagalit at nagmumura ang tatay ko. there goes my mood :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2011/04/nice-day.html' title='nice day'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4092893900914514538</id><published>2011-04-04T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:12:23.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>takipsilim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;twilight.. sunset.. takipsilim.. maraming katawagan. iisang kahulugan. ang pamamaalam ng araw. ang pagtatapos ng isang araw sa buhay ng tao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;pamamaalam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;pamamaalam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;hindi maganda ang karanasan ko sa pamamaalam. buong buhay ko lagi na lang ako iniiwan. kadalasan, tahimik na pamamaalam ang iniiwan sakin. at sa bawat paalam na iyon, nag-iiwan ng lamat sa puso ko. matagal bago ako makarecover...at kadalasan pa ay hindi ko na maalpasan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;ironically, gustung-gusto kong pagmasdan ang takipsilim. hindi dahil sa niyayakap ko na ang konsepto ng pamamaalam.. kundi dahil sa bawat paalam ng araw, ang pangakong kinabukasan ay magbabalik din siya.. at kahit na mawala man siya sandali, nag-iiwan pa rin siya ng liwanag bilang patunay na kahit nasaan man siya, hinding-hindi siya makakalimot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;sana lang lahat ng paalam katulad ng sa takipsilim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;okay andrama at feeling makata ako don. haha. ang totoo niyan gusto ko lang talaga i-show-off ang mga amateur shots ko gamit ang cellphone ko habang pinapanood ang sunset nang mag-isa. gustung-gusto ko talaga ang mga kulay na bumabalot sa sky pag nagtatagpo na ang araw at dagat.. anywaysss. ito na :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7YVjUS5gMQ/TZn36lhgJwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/46eyKUqUicg/s1600/meow.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7YVjUS5gMQ/TZn36lhgJwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/46eyKUqUicg/s400/meow.jpg" width="388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-natsambahan ko yung pusa. anu ginagawa&lt;br /&gt;niya don? ewan ko nga eh. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh9F2beTzL0/TZn1FSTCsCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-pBxzw9Gt6M/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh9F2beTzL0/TZn1FSTCsCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-pBxzw9Gt6M/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;sana ako na lang yung nasa bangka :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier 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style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75TPTmfjf1g/TZn36Rr7RhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/atfd_IhOYPI/s400/8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;babaaaay... :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7YVjUS5gMQ/TZn36lhgJwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/46eyKUqUicg/s1600/meow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I LOVE SUNSETS :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;next stop: manila bay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4092893900914514538?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4092893900914514538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4092893900914514538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4092893900914514538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4092893900914514538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2011/04/takipsilim.html' title='takipsilim'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7YVjUS5gMQ/TZn36lhgJwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/46eyKUqUicg/s72-c/meow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-3502763727967045551</id><published>2011-02-11T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:57:08.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T PUSH IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;--ito ang mga katagang nabitiwan ko kanina kay ___________. I know. It's so unpolite. Okay wag nang gumamit n euphimism. Kabastusan yung ginawa ko. Kahit kailan hindi pa ko sumagot nang ganoon sa mas matanda sakin. Lagi na lang ako nagpipigil. Laging nagpaparaya. Pero kanina napuno na talaga ko. No. hindi ko pinagsisisihan 'yon. Parang mas gumaan nga ang pakiramdam ko eh. Dahil for once in my life, nagawa kong maconvert sa sound waves ang mga naiipong idea na makakasakit sakin.. for once in my life, napigilan ko ang nagpupumiglas na luha sa mga mata ko. For once in my life, I've grown out from being such a cry baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Nakakasyet lang kasi talaga. Alam mo 'yon?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Today I realized how I hate those people who constantly and CONCIOUSLY state the obvious for no good reason. Tapos pipilitin ka pang pag-usapan yon? Para ano? para patunayang magaling sila? Para atunayang tama sila?! Well f#@%. Anong mas nakakapanggilait? -- same people pa yung laging naghahanap ng someone to blame all their misfortunes to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Sobrang nanggigigil lang talaga ako. Alam mo yung ginagawa mo na lahat para magmukhang masaya...para hindi tumulo ang mga nakanang luha mo...para hindi masira araw mo.. Yet they keep pushing you. Kahit na nagmamakaawa ka na..kahit na tumatahimik ka na?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Wala lang. kung may gusto man akong kausap ngayon, ikaw lang. ayoko sa mga tao dito :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-3502763727967045551?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3502763727967045551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=3502763727967045551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3502763727967045551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3502763727967045551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-push-it.html' title='DON&apos;T PUSH IT'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1770357513431368984</id><published>2011-02-01T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T06:10:04.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chito ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;"Friends come and go. ." - sabi nung barker na tropa ko sa kanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Ang sarap ng feeling pag may&amp;nbsp; kaibigan.&amp;nbsp; Yung&amp;nbsp; matatakbuhan mo kapag gusto mong magkuwento...mapa-tungkol sa mga pananaw mo sa buhay..sa&amp;nbsp; mga pangarap balang araw.. sa pagmamaktol mo dahil sa pagbaba ng allowance mo.. sa weird na nakasakay mo sa LRT.. sa mga kapitbahay mong hindi nanaman nagpatulog dahil sa videoke na umuungol..&amp;nbsp; sa crush mo na nag-hello sayo sa wakas.. at kung anu-ano pa. everything under the sun kumbaga. Lahat ng ideas sa utak mo, hindi napapanis. Hindi nakukulob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Pero pano kung yung kaibigan na 'yon ay bigla na lang nawala nang wala man lang paalam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Pinacheck-up ko naman si Spikey eh. Ginawa ko lahat ng makakaya ko para maisalba siya. Pero sabi ni kuyang ika-4 na tumingin sa kanya, "some things are just beyond repair" -- maangas man pagkakasabi niya ay wala akong naging tugon kundi isang tungo. Wala. Sa isang iglap ay kailangan ko nang tanggapin na nalagasan ako ng bff. Isang kaibigan na matatakbuhan sa tuwing kailangan kong maglabas ng saloobin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Sa langaw na nagbabasa ng blog ko, OO NA. o.a na ko. Pero seryoso, dahil lumaki akong isang loner,&amp;nbsp; ang pilit na pagtipa ng mga letra&amp;nbsp; sa keyboard lang ni Spikey ang kaya kong gawin na pinakamalapit sa pakikipag one-on-one na chikahan sa isang bestfriend. Dahil kung subject lang ang pagbabahagi ng saloobin tungkol sa everything under the sun sa kapwa tao, e malamang niyan, sinko ako sa third take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Ilang buwan din ako bago nakapag-move on sa nangyari. At ngayon na fully recovered na 'ko, sasabihin ko na ang punto nitong post ko na 'to… may bago na akong frend. &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Siya si Chito. Chits for short. Kung bakit ganon ang pinangalan ko sa kanya e mahabang storya. Pero sasabihin ko na lang rin. Kawangis kasi ni chito miranda yung kuya na nagbenta sa'kin sa octagon. Heehee. Sa wakas ay may kasama na ulit ako sa kwentuhan , sa pagbuklat ng mga pahina ng buhay ng iba pang bloggers(na miss na miss na miss ko na!) at pagbahagi ng buhay ko sa mga langaw na naliligaw a blog ko XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;So ayun. i-welcome niyo naman si Chito :) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Mahal ko keyow! Haymissssssyoooow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Lovelots, bidyan &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1770357513431368984?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1770357513431368984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1770357513431368984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1770357513431368984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1770357513431368984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2011/02/chito.html' title='chito ♥'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-6107209887564902926</id><published>2010-09-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T05:12:56.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ayan. nakasad peys nanaman ang lola mo. hay. sorry naman. maraming reasons. isa na don eh dahil nasa computer shop ako dahil nasira na nang tuluyan ang aming vintage na computer. pinangalanan ko pa naman siya :( mamimiss ko si Spikey :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;at dahil nakikikompyuter lang ako, iiklian ko na to. here's a song pram me, dedikeyted to myselp..minsan kasi..hindi pala..lagi kasi akong nawawala sa sarili ko eh. lalo na these past few daysssss.. so eto na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r920QgrvfQU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r920QgrvfQU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-6107209887564902926?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6107209887564902926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=6107209887564902926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6107209887564902926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6107209887564902926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-2297726421129928687</id><published>2010-09-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:33:08.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wula lang</title><content type='html'>anung wula lang? hindi noh! astig kaya to. haha. grabe lang talaga ang mga hapon. antatalino ng mga singkit na yon :D wanna know what i'm tukin ebawt? wats dis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1ApipzJf3I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1ApipzJf3I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o diba? like, siguro poreber nila tong pinagpraktisan? hindi.. dahil sa pag-gawa pa lang ata poreber na eh. haha. ameyzing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-2297726421129928687?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2297726421129928687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=2297726421129928687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2297726421129928687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2297726421129928687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/09/wula-lang.html' title='wula lang'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4076144207854277588</id><published>2010-08-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T06:39:28.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hipon</title><content type='html'>alam mo ba kung ano ibig sabihin ng hipon?hindi yung sea creature ha. yung expression. ako hindi. well aktwali, dat was 2 days ago. ngayon alam ko na. ang galing pa nga ng pagkakadefine ng napakabait kong pinsan. pinresent niya ko na para bang isa siyang artist na nagpepresent ng kanyang master piece. galing noh. well, at least sa pananaw ng isang katuad niya, sexy ako. haha! susunugin ko bahay nila mamaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4076144207854277588?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4076144207854277588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4076144207854277588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4076144207854277588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4076144207854277588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/hipon.html' title='hipon'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-5271045423605174013</id><published>2010-08-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:20:11.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude list</title><content type='html'>lagi akong nawawalan ng gana sa layp ko. ewan ko nga ba. minsan nalalabuan na talaga ako sa sarili ko kaya yun, hindi kami nagpapansinan pag nababadtrip na talaga ako. hindi ko na kinakausap sarili ko. haha. hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro kulang lang ako sa inspirasyon.. motivation..&lt;strike&gt; solution.. polution.. evaluation&lt;/strike&gt; lahat na ng may tion. pero.. pero! buti at nakaisip ako na solu&lt;b&gt;tion &lt;/b&gt;para dito. naisip kong gumawa ng gratitude list para magkaroon naman ako ng backbone.. i mean, para kahit konting motivation naman maramdaman ko with matching inspiration na din :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheeeeeeeem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear papa God, salamat po sa pagpapatira niyo sa'kin sa mundong ito at sa lahat ng mga bagay/tao/hayop/pangyayari at kung anu-ano pa, lalung-lalo na po sa mga nakalista below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sa pinaka supportive na tita sa balat ng lahat ng mga balat. haha. ang sandalan ng katotohanan..este, ng lahat pala :) i love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;-to my ever loving papa :))&lt;br /&gt;-paminsan-minsan, kahit di ko inaamin, tinetreasure ko din naman ang kulitan namin ni kuya. ayii :D&lt;br /&gt;-december 2009. ♥&lt;br /&gt;-for a tight hug from justine(little brother ko yan! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;-sa pinaka tight talagang yakap ng lola ko:)&lt;br /&gt;-for my highschool buddies dito sa manila&lt;br /&gt;-for the most refreshing coke float sa mcdo na peyborit na peyborit ko&lt;br /&gt;-sa pinakamasarap na gravy sa universe na sineserve sa mcdo sa alimall :D&lt;br /&gt;-at sa taong lagi kong kasama pag lumalamon ako sa mcdo :))&lt;br /&gt;-ok, naaapreciate ko na din yung taong aaligid-aligid diyan. but as a friend. haha, pashowbiz. pero oo nga, thank You for him :)&lt;br /&gt;-to my sweet tooth. buti na lang i appreciate sweets! how would my life be without em??&lt;br /&gt;-for my vintage phone. haha! kahit hindi siya kasing astig ng iphone at blackberry, siya pa din ang nagbibigay daan para maging in touch kami ng friends ko sa marbel :)&lt;br /&gt;-april 5, 2007. bastaaaa. haha&lt;br /&gt;-sa nickelodeon. malaki ang ambag nito sa kabataan ko. haha. sige, pati na rin disney at CN.&lt;br /&gt;-sa mga kalaro kong tropang ABCD. ito ang tawag namin sa sarili namin kasi yun alphabetical ang mga surname namin, haha. miss ko na sila. joyjoy, tata, joyjoy liit, jobelle, jimel, odang, pati na rin sila mahal and her sibings kahit sila ang kasabunutan namin :p&lt;br /&gt;-kay Jenifer na aking rag doll.. na tinadtad ko ng injections at dextrose kada pagkagaling ko sa ospital. haha. isa si jenifer sa mga nagpasaya ng childhood ko :)&lt;br /&gt;-kay barbie na maraming damit. buti pa siya ginagwan ng lola ko. haha&lt;br /&gt;-pati na rin kay mr.batman na ginawa kong love team ni barbie kasi ayaw ako bilhan ng ken :D&lt;br /&gt;-kay B1 ng buhay ko..:)&lt;br /&gt;-kay mhoks&lt;br /&gt;-kay maan&lt;br /&gt;-kay marvee&lt;br /&gt;-kay pots&lt;br /&gt;-kay parts&lt;br /&gt;-sa ang pinakamamahal kong Pee-Ar(high school friends ko. it actually stands for Power Rangers.haha!!)&lt;br /&gt;-kay robert. ayiiiii. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;-kay sir bogs na nagpapakasaya na sa heaven ngayon. :)&lt;br /&gt;-sa smiles ng kahit na sinong makasalubong ko :)&lt;br /&gt;-sa lahat na ng yakap na natanggap ko :)&lt;br /&gt;-sa lahat ng appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;-sa pinakacute kong pinsan na si thea&lt;br /&gt;-sa grade ko sa geom. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;-sa pagkakataong makalahok sa math contest :D&lt;br /&gt;-sa mga bestfriends kong stuffed animals :) &lt;br /&gt;-at marming marami pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kakacount ko ng blessing ko inantok na ko. haha. dadagdagan ko pa to promise :) good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-5271045423605174013?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5271045423605174013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=5271045423605174013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5271045423605174013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5271045423605174013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/gratitude-list.html' title='gratitude list'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-2411994455026452623</id><published>2010-08-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:55:01.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baduy</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;sa totoong buhay, nababaduyan ako sa mga nakakabaduy na linya. pero there's this other side of me na nagsasabing "woooh, natats ka naman eh" haha! ewan. basta. at least dito sa blog ko totoong-totoo ako :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;well anyways, moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;bigla ko lang to naisip. teks message ata 'yan o status sa peysbuk. o... sa kowts site? basta.&amp;nbsp; sapul na sapul ako dito. hihi. ito ang dahilan kung bakit iniiwasan ko pang magkaboypren hangga't feeling ko hindi pa naman time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I`m older... and my little girl asks me who my first love was I don`t want to have to pull out the old photo album. I want to be able to point across the room and say: "he is sitting right over there" ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i was like "aaaaw"&amp;nbsp; /blush&amp;nbsp; tas bigla ko naimagine andun na ko, isa nang oldilocks with my very cute little girl(haha!)&amp;nbsp; and then ayun siya.... that faceless guy i'm gonna be with for the rest of my life...awwww.. /blush haha! lande mo neng! amp. sorry naman. /please minsan lang magpantasya :D sorry. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-2411994455026452623?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2411994455026452623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=2411994455026452623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2411994455026452623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2411994455026452623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/baduy.html' title='baduy'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7952928138955296858</id><published>2010-08-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:20:59.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kamersyal</title><content type='html'>boring pa sa boring ang araw ko today. pero kaya ako nagpost, sumaya ang araw ko dahil sa isang ftw na kamersyal. nagbabakasakaling may mapasaya din akong &lt;strike&gt;langaw&lt;/strike&gt; tao sa pagpopost ko nito dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAUOs2nb3JA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAUOs2nb3JA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well? haha. at first, nasad ako sabi ko, funny ba to?! eh kawawa yung daga! pero nung nagplay yung eye of the tiger, natawa na ako ng bungga. hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang po. babye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7952928138955296858?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7952928138955296858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7952928138955296858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7952928138955296858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7952928138955296858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/kamersyal.html' title='kamersyal'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7417019192174613880</id><published>2010-08-15T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T09:09:48.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>takot</title><content type='html'>kada mandeys, wenesdeys and praydeys, may klase ako sa sixth floor. nilalakad ko lang po 'yon ng bonggang-banggang-bongga! opo. paakyat at pababa! back en fort! up en down!&lt;br /&gt;a. dahil sa sobrang hirap ng iskul namin eh walang pampagawa ng lift&lt;br /&gt;b. dahil gusto ko magburn ng taba&lt;br /&gt;c. dahil sa bawat floor eh may drinking fountain at gusto kong uminom sa bawat madaanan ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letter d po ang sagot. none of the above :D ang totoo niyan.. sikreto lang natin ha? natatakot po akong pumasok sa elevator /blur huhu. feeling ko maiistuck ako sa loob at unti-unting nagsisilapitan sakin ang four walls nito. waaah! ewan ko ba, minsan tinatry ko na lang mag-isip ng happy thoughts pag nasa loob ako ng lift kaso &lt;strike&gt;lumipad naman ako&lt;/strike&gt; nahihilo ako at mistulang masusuka /no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ayun.. kahit malelate na ako, lakad pa din, gooo! :D pero pag magkakalahating oras na talaga akong huli, FACE YOUR FEARS na ang drama ko. wag lang talaga matyempuhang busog na busog ako kundi, kawawa naman ang mga makakasabay ko. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ko biglang naisipang magpost nito? wula lang, trip lang. bat ba? haha. hindi, may nakita kasi akong samting at gusto ko lang ishare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGgQ0NY5zxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Dqiq5e1oZoo/s1600/Photo0521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGgQ0NY5zxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Dqiq5e1oZoo/s320/Photo0521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wehehe. parang gusto ko ngang itry eh.. kaso.. i caaaaaaan't! i'm too afraid! haha. eto pala yung kabuuang picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGgRIVSmhGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kDM6mW0YvMk/s1600/Photo0522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGgRIVSmhGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kDM6mW0YvMk/s320/Photo0522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;waaah. ikaw? kaya mo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7417019192174613880?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7417019192174613880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7417019192174613880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7417019192174613880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7417019192174613880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/takot.html' title='takot'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGgQ0NY5zxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Dqiq5e1oZoo/s72-c/Photo0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7626086577905878875</id><published>2010-08-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:00:55.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>praydey da tirtint na</title><content type='html'>ayoko lang lumipas ang espesyal na araw na to na wala man lang akong post. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba meron sa friday the 13th?well, ayon sa aking pagkakaalam(ui!may alam!haha) dahil sa pagkahumaling ko dati sa mga knights templar and the likes, isa sa mga teorya eh nung october 13, 1307 daw, friday syempre, ay pinagpapapatay daw yung mga knights na nabanggit ko sa pamamagitan ng pagsunog. ouch. bakit? kasi daw dahil sa sikretong nalalaman nila. ops ops, di ko na papalawigin. magsaliksik ka na lang por yorselp kung naiintriga ka :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. mubing on.. grabe, grabe na talaga ang mga status ng pipol ngayon sa peysbuk. wala na kasi talaga sigurong maisip. lately lang eh nagpost ako ng tungkol don sa poging lalake. tas kanina lang, may humirit nanaman ng matindi. haha, natawa lang ako X) tapos nagfeeling kontrabida pa ko sa pelikula with my sidekick. /wahaha nagkoment kasi ako tas parang hindi niya pa nahahalata. grabe lang. haha.. sama ko today, yesterday, and ebriday tlaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGQnJTxAYmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pDwg1qxN_58/s1600/peeling.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGQnJTxAYmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pDwg1qxN_58/s640/peeling.JPG" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung hindi niya lang sana nilaitlait si melissa na aking idol. waha. hindi sana siya mabibitay sa aking kaharian ng blog /nobigdeal kaso, he crossed the line /shock HAHA and then, nagulat pa ko kasi as you can see, may&amp;nbsp; pahabol na spectator diyan, pinag-isipan ko muna kung ipopost ko to tas nakita ko comment niya at sabi ko sa sairli ko, why not?:D hindi pa yan kabuuan. nag-away pa sila ng bonggang-bongga, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait ders more pa pala. sa haba ng komentan nilang dalawa ni pahabol na spectator, tinatamad na kong magcopy-paste, hindi ko na maipopost&amp;nbsp; yung kabuuan. pero may isa pa kasi siyang comment na nakakachurva lang talaga. hehe eto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGQoTYZqyGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dH3iuTo_iJI/s1600/noo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="78" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGQoTYZqyGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dH3iuTo_iJI/s400/noo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh no you didn't. not the noo!! haha! tinatamaan ako niyan eh /floor hihihi. bat ba? walang pakielamanan ng noo. /omg haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all por now folks :) have a nice friday the thirteenth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7626086577905878875?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7626086577905878875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7626086577905878875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7626086577905878875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7626086577905878875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/praydey-da-tirtint-na.html' title='praydey da tirtint na'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TGQnJTxAYmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pDwg1qxN_58/s72-c/peeling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7899383618707371787</id><published>2010-08-05T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:49:40.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bday</title><content type='html'>follow up post sa birthday ko. hehe. birthday ko na at this very hour. 13th birthday to be specific. gusto ko simulan araw ko with papa God :) hindi ako maghahanda. baka sila dito sa bahay pero hindi ko na rin aabutin kasi may pasok ako. hindi rin ako manlilibre kasi kuripot ako ngayon /nobigdeal hihihi. so eto lang. gusto ko makipagcelebrate ke papa God para maipakita ko kung gaano ako kateyngkpul na pina istey niya ko sa mundong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"and if you're just too weak to go on.. remember:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMMwh6COGao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMMwh6COGao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkPVe6zdLDU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkPVe6zdLDU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;how many times have i broken you're heart. but still you forgive if only i ask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ='| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCsGgYBnf0Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCsGgYBnf0Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooh \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPuUIUWE8h8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPuUIUWE8h8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank You thank You po sa pagpapatira niyo sakin dito for yeeeeaaaarsss. i have one particular extra wish nga lang po. konting katalinuhan lang po...kung okay lang naman po.hihihi /blush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7899383618707371787?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7899383618707371787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7899383618707371787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7899383618707371787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7899383618707371787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/bday.html' title='bday'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-5691184577743263748</id><published>2010-08-05T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T08:17:16.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vurdey</title><content type='html'>gusto ko magpost ngayon... kaso... wala akong maisip na topic /dignose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit gusto ko magpost? kasi kaarawan ng mahal ko ngayon. mahal kong sarili. /wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagsilabasan na ang results ng exam namin nung prelims and guess what. almost failing ang grades ko. /no buti na lang ALMOST lang [insert yung kantang hallelujah. hindi yung kay bamboo ha, yung haa-llelujah! haa-lleluja! hallelujah to the lamb]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at eto, bigla tuloy akong nahilig sa emoticons like these. hindi kasi ako makapag-express ng mabuti eh. trapped na trapped ang ideas sa utak ko ng mga nagdaang &lt;strike&gt;lifetime&lt;/strike&gt; araw. ewan ko ba. una na sa calculus ko. peyborit ko naman ang math ah. bakit hindi niya ako pinepeyborit back? one-sided lang talaga lahat ng relationship na nabubuo ko. haha! tas eto pa, sa pilipino talagaaaaaaaa! /blur naturingan pa naman akong pilipino. kaso palpak, simula greyd wan ako pilipino ko na isa sa mga pinakamababang grades sa report card ko. in da pers place, kaya ko nga bigalang tinagalog mga posts dito sa blog ko eh para mapraktis na rin ako. minsan tuloy naiisipan kong gumawa na lang ng sarili kong language tulad ng hachunisamijakukulol! wehe. ewan. ambobobobobits ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plano ko sana masaya ang ikukwento ko ngayon kasi vurdey ko kaso iba ang nagpop sa isipan ko. hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, mubing on.. in a matter ob hours,13th bday ko na po! /blush isa na po akong ganap na teen. hhihihi walang kokontra kasi ako ang bida ngayon /wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-5691184577743263748?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5691184577743263748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=5691184577743263748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5691184577743263748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5691184577743263748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/vurdey.html' title='vurdey'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-3287305389819510512</id><published>2010-08-03T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T07:50:53.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>si ella</title><content type='html'>nung isang araw, nagpost ako tungkol sa kalungkutan ko. hindi ko nabanggit kung ano yung masamang balita na nagtrigger kung bakit ako nalungkot ng sobra. eto kasi yon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, july 30, around 7 ng gabi, sumakabilang buhay ang tito ko(well, hindi ko naman talaga siya tito by blood. close lang siya sa pamilya namin mula nung bata siya kaya para ko na rin siyang tito) napakabilis lang kasi ng lahat. inatake siya sa puso. pagkarinig ko ng balita, parang nagflash bigla sa utak ko yung memories ko sa kanya na katulad nung sa mga pelikula. oo, hindi naman ganoon kadami yung memories na yon. mahigit isang taon pa lang simula nung nakita ko siya ulit dahil hindi nga ako dito lumaki.pero katulad nga ng sinabi nung isa kong tita, hindi naman sa tagal ng pinagsamahan yon. yung impact na nagawa niya sa buhay mo, yun ang nagmamatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tama na yung tungkol sa nararamdaman ko. dahil hindi ako ang bida dito. kanina pumunta ako for the second time sa burol ni tito gener. pinramis ko sa sarili ko na hindi ako iiyak kasi parang wala naman akong karapatan. pero nung nakita ko ang anak niyang si ella... :'( ... grabe lang talaga ako maapektuhan pag may nakita akong umiiyak. lalo na pag alam kong malalim ang pinaghuhugutan. nag-o-otomatik ang paa ko sa pagsuot ng sapatos niya. you know, like kung ako yung nasa kalagayan niya.. at lalung-lalo na kasi bata lang siya. around 12 lang ata siya. hindi pa niya dapat nararamdaman ang ganoong klaseng sakit. i mean, mas matindi pa yon sa lahat ng sakit na naramdaman ko pagpatung-patungin man siguro. papa's girl pa naman daw siya. masyadong maaga lang talaga para sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung unang araw na bumisita ako, siya agad ang hinanap ko. mukha siyang masaya. pero alam ko kunyari lang yon kaya lalo akong nalungkot para sa kanya. ang strong strong niya. eh what more nung nakita kong bumigay na siya? tuluyan na siyang naiyak nung pinalabas yung tribute para sa tatay niya. like, grabe lang talaga yung iyak niya. hindi ko madescribe. basta, naiyak na lang din ako :'( gusto ko siyang yakapin ng mahigpit at damayan kaso ni hindi niya nga ako kilala by name. kaya wala akong nagawa kundi sabayan na lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko maisulat ng maayos ang gusto kong ibahaging kwento kasi hindi naman ako magaling magsulat. basta yon.. para kay tito gener naman, mamimiss po kita. sayang at di na natuloy yung planong bidyoke sa bahay niyo. naappreciate ko po talaga nung sinabi niyong kayo na lang ang magbibigay ng allowance sakin kahit di ko naman inaasahan.masaya lang ako at naramdaman ko pagmamahal niyo :') wala na tuloy kasangga si papa ngayon at magdadala sa kanya ng softdrinks lagi lagi..pati na rin meryenda. at si tita malen po, humagulgol din dahil sa inyo, lakas niyo talaga :) sana nagkaroon pa tayo ng mas mahabang time kaso kelangan ka na ata diyan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana kung nasaan man kyo ngayon, masaya na kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay... nabawasan nanaman ng isang mabuting tao dito sa mundo. pero nadagdagan ang mga anghel :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-3287305389819510512?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3287305389819510512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=3287305389819510512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3287305389819510512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3287305389819510512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/si-ella.html' title='si ella'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-6013832360678997663</id><published>2010-08-01T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T09:31:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haller?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i was habing a nays day. ewan ko kung bat naisipan ko pang magpeysbuk. ah, alam ko pala, eh anung araw ba kasi ako hindi nagbubukas non? haha! well anyways, moving on.. ayon, tingin sa notifs, ismayl ng konte, reply sa comments, comment sa picture, at.... at!!! nakita ko ang bweykeneng status ng bweykening guy na ito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWcRwhUU0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Z0n2-yT_Q_A/s1600/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWcRwhUU0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Z0n2-yT_Q_A/s640/untitled.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;at nasira na po ang aking fabulous na araw /omg&amp;nbsp; oo, ako na ang mababaw. pero, like, hello?dude? okay ka lang? ampogi mo naman pareee. parang si papa piolo lang a.oh c'mon! at kahit ipagpalagay na lang naitn na hindi ako nagpapaka-sarcastic, na gwapo ka talaga, it won't make you any less of a douchebag. sorry for my language. ewan ko ba, bihira naman akong mairita at mag-mind ng business ng iba kaso pasaway to eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belib me, mas okay na lang na tinabunan ko ang piktyur nya. baka pati araw niyo masira rin. bwahaha /wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang bad ko tuloy, eh kasi naman noh! aaminin ko, hindi naman ako kagandahan. o sige para streyt to da point, pangit ako. pero marunong naman akong lumagay sa tama. eh ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naghanap lang ako ng outlet ng kainisan para makapagmub on na ko sa layp ko. hehehe. sige po. sorry /please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-6013832360678997663?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6013832360678997663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=6013832360678997663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6013832360678997663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6013832360678997663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/haller.html' title='haller?!'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWcRwhUU0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Z0n2-yT_Q_A/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1305498792741167204</id><published>2010-07-30T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:20:57.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lungkot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/dignose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hindi ko maisalin sa mga salita ang nararamdaman kong kalungkutan ngayon. parang namumuo lang sa dibdib at sumasalamin lang ng konte sa mood ko. alam mo yung maayos naman ang araw mo tas bigla ka na lang malulungkot ng walang dahilan? akala ko yun ang nararamdaman ko kanina pero hindi pala. pag-uwi ko sa bahay may tumambad na masamang balita sakin. at nagpatong-patong na rin ang mga realizations ko tungkol sa mga bagay na dapat kalungkutan. ang masaklap niyan, wala akong magagawa para mabago ang mga ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;isang bagay lang siguro ang makakapagpagaan ng pakiramdam ko ngayon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFLbIqcIpGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XJjDp9N3qsI/s1600/37989_136908999682866_106084229432010_199062_5956560_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFLbIqcIpGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XJjDp9N3qsI/s320/37989_136908999682866_106084229432010_199062_5956560_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;seryoso. kelangan ko ng isang mahigpit na mahigpit na mahigpit na mahigpiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit na yakap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;andami ko tuloy namiss na tao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;may ilan don ang hindi ko na makikita kelan man sa mundong ito... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1305498792741167204?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1305498792741167204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1305498792741167204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1305498792741167204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1305498792741167204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/lungkot.html' title='lungkot'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFLbIqcIpGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XJjDp9N3qsI/s72-c/37989_136908999682866_106084229432010_199062_5956560_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-6817813156343318886</id><published>2010-07-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:06:25.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadpeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4376866_940dbe6331_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4376866_940dbe6331_m.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;ano to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; nakita ko po itong poster na kagaya neto sa dati kong iskul dalawang taon na ang nakakalipas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;eh &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;ano ngayon?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;eh wala lang gutso ko lang isyeyr... sige bye. hehe joke. ang totoo niyan, isa itong poster na nag-advertise para sa isang youth congress para sa mga it students na katulad ko. pagkakitang-pagkakita ko pa lang ng poster na ito, sinabi ko sa sarili ko, "pupunta talaga ako diayn!ekskayted na ko!" kaso nang malaman ko kung magkano ang dapat bayaran, nanlumo ako.tumatagingting na siks handred peysoseysoseysosezzzz.. @_@ per day po 'yan. eh por days kaya yun :| i did da math at kung tama ang kalkulasyon ko, por tu naman ngayon ang dapat kong hagilapan sa kung saang kamay ni lord. pero don't get me wrong. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sulit naman talaga siguro yung bayad&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;kung may ibababayad&lt;/b&gt;. yun lang. haha! kaya nga gusto ko pumunta eh kasi interesting talaga siya at alam kong marami akong matututunan at igogrow as an it student. naks. hehe. kaso yon, hindi nga ako nakapunta nung pagkakataong yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkalipas ng dalawang iskul year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watda ef may dumaang ipis! &amp;gt;:(&amp;nbsp; shi#$@$^*!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala kamersyal lang yon, may dumaan naman talagang ipis at nahinto ako sa pagtatype dito. pinapatay ko muna.. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun patuloy... ehemmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkalipas ng dalawang iskul year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah! nakita ko ulit ang mahiwagang powster. and guess what? next week na agad ang deadline ng bayaran eh kakakita ko lang ng powster. and guess what ulit? hanggang ngayon eh browk pa din ako. and anader guess what? kung hindi pa obyus eh gustung gustung gustung gusto ko talagang umattend dito.. waaaaah. what to do what to do? hindi ko naman pwedeng pwersahin si &lt;a href="http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/prablem-salbd.html"&gt;mista pi ay dyi&lt;/a&gt; na sumuka ng coins dahil kakapiga lang namin sa kanya nung nakaraang linggo. nagrerekober pa siya. haaayyyy...siguro eh next year na lang ulit. sa meron ulit. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned: dapat pag may gustong bagay paghandaan at pag-ipunan para pag may dumating na ulit, kaya na.----- anu raaaaw? hehe. basta yun. kung pinag-ipunan ko na to nung nakaraang year pa eh maisama ko pa buong barkada. hehe joks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-6817813156343318886?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6817813156343318886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=6817813156343318886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6817813156343318886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6817813156343318886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/sadpeys.html' title='sadpeys'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-6921430981189417070</id><published>2010-07-18T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:04:43.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so that's why he looked so familiar..</title><content type='html'>i am very fond of reincarnation and stuff and look at this, real life reincarnation! emagawsh! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this right here, was Jean Paul Mounet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3288487889_e6369c264b_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3288487889_e6369c264b_o.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he died febuary of 1922. familar, huh? well take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/041/000022972/keanu-reeves-mugshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.nndb.com/people/041/000022972/keanu-reeves-mugshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know him, right? keanu reeves. he's alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;creepy.. i know @_@&lt;br /&gt;and i know this is old news but i just noticed paul mounet's portrait first then googled it and found the video.it gave me the goosebumps &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; try to find it too..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-6921430981189417070?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6921430981189417070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=6921430981189417070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6921430981189417070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6921430981189417070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-thats-why-he-looked-so-familiar.html' title='so that&apos;s why he looked so familiar..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-605314098366094748</id><published>2010-07-16T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:29:02.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prablem salbd :))</title><content type='html'>ito po si mista pee ay dyi. kung bakit 'yon ang pangalan niya eh napakahabang istorya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TEB8OtwH_-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZfUibl_9eRQ/s1600/Photo0481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TEB8OtwH_-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZfUibl_9eRQ/s640/Photo0481.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hangkyut-kyut&amp;nbsp; niya diba? lagi lagi siyang pinapakain ng papa ko kaya naging ganyan siya ka chubby at lagi lang siya naka-ismayl na ganyan kaya naaaliw ako pag tinitignan ko siya. walang bahid ng lungkot at problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngunit nung Lunes, ika-12 ng Hunyo, 2010, nagkaroon ako ng problema. problemang hindi naman ganoon ka laki kaso hindi rin pwedeng pabayaan na lang basta-basta. ip eber may makyuryus  kung ano nangyari, i click nlng po &lt;a href="http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/pulubi-on-da-go.html"&gt;&amp;gt;DITO&amp;lt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ayun. i was left with no choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TEB8cIQHa8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/YIQXLCET6B8/s1600/Photo0480a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TEB8cIQHa8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/YIQXLCET6B8/s400/Photo0480a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito po ang kinauwian ni mista P.I.G.. he saved my life. he's my hero for the day. este sem pala. :))&amp;nbsp; kapalit ng pagsasakripisyo niya ay ang tumataginting na hwan seben para malutas ang aking suliranin. hwan por po yung libro so ang natira ay niseyb ko po sa para pandagdag sa tuiton ko. kahit man lang dun sa penalty. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hep..! hindi naman po namin siya pinatay. &lt;strike&gt;pinalaypowsaksyen&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; pinagbenta lang po namin siya ng lamang loob kaya ganyan nangyare.napakapayat lang niya ngayon at kelangang makarekober muna. tumatanggap po kami ng donasyon sa kanyang muling pag galing.hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-605314098366094748?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/605314098366094748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=605314098366094748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/605314098366094748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/605314098366094748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/prablem-salbd.html' title='prablem salbd :))'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TEB8OtwH_-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZfUibl_9eRQ/s72-c/Photo0481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4972300278900465756</id><published>2010-07-15T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:55:18.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hawi putah</title><content type='html'>hep, hep! hindi po ako nagmumura. hehe. pangalan po yan ng kaibigan nila hemoyni&amp;nbsp; gwanga at won weezley at kaaway ni he-who-must-not-be-named :)) newp, hindi po ako fan ng libro kasi napaka laki nito at napaka hirap imadyinin ng mga pinagsusulat ng awtor. hindi rin ako super fan ng mubi at ni daniel radcliffe. tama lang siya hindi ko heyt hindi rin lab. pero dahil sa deyt ko wid my selp kanina, nanood ako ng Inception... at ang peyborit part ko ng panonood ng sine ay ang panonood ng mga treyler, napanood ko tuloy ang treyler ng hawi putah en da deathly hallows.. at dahil diyan, naekskayt bigla akong manood. haha. naloka ako sa presenteysyen eh parang ang ganda :)) lalo na etong mabangis na line ni hawi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voldemort: &lt;b&gt;why do you live?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawi: &lt;b&gt;because i have something worth living for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. nabonggahan lang ako sa usapan nilang yon. sorry naman :) para maintindihan niyo ko, panuorin niyo na lang :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EC2tmFVNNE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EC2tmFVNNE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4972300278900465756?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4972300278900465756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4972300278900465756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4972300278900465756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4972300278900465756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/hawi-putah.html' title='hawi putah'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-8244862066531280394</id><published>2010-07-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:10:03.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>special offer</title><content type='html'>kanina kumain kami sa isang fast food chain ng tito ko ng biglang nagulantang ako sa inooffer nila. kung ang ibang food chain ay nagbibigay ng libreng laruan sa bawat pagbili ng pagkain nila. kakaiba ito. tignan ko nga kung mahuhulaan mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;libreng pagbrowse sa magazine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron. pero hindi naman nakakagulat yon eh. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sa dyaryo??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;libreng cellphone charging?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi. pero meron din sila nito :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eh pacharge ng psp ipod at gameboy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo meron din sila. haha. pero hindi rin yan ang sagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;eh anu nga ba??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirit ka na?:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oo nga :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;libreng massage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;tama po ang inyong nabasa. pwede po kayong magpamasahe ng libre sa food chain na ito. wala lang. nawirduhan lang ako. para kasing walang konek. haha. siguro hindi na ito bago sa inyo pero sakin bagung-bago talaga kaya hindi ako makaget owber at pinost ko pa talaga dito sa blog ko :D matagal na akong nakakakain don at nagchacharge na din ako ng phone ko don pero ngayon ko lang napansin na may libreng massage. hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat ang tag line nila:&lt;br /&gt;pagod? masakit ang katawan? tara sa (insert food charin name) at kumain :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang po. jas anader nansens na post :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-8244862066531280394?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8244862066531280394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=8244862066531280394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8244862066531280394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8244862066531280394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/special-offer.html' title='special offer'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-2715987850656729548</id><published>2010-07-12T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:50:55.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pulubi on da go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nasa gym ako ngayon at ineenjoy ang libreng internet. eh ano ngayon? haha wala lang nagyayabang lang na may pera pan dyim pero ang totoo naman niyan eh libre lang din ako dito dahil sa tito ko :| ang totoo niyan eh isa na akong browk. wala nga akong pambayad ng tuition sa 15. huhuhu. tas andami pang babayaran sa iskul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;gaaaah!&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;malamang isang malaking EH ANO NGAYON ang matatanggap kong komento dito(swerte na kung madkaroon man.haha!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pero kasi. niblog ko to bikos hindi ako maka get owber sa librong nirerekwayr samin. napakahiwaga naman non at tumataginting na &lt;b&gt;hwan por &lt;/b&gt;ang presyo. jusko pow. talaga namang hayip tumayming ang aming dean. kung last sem niya yon nirekwayr, swak pa sana. kaso ngayon. ngayon pa na browk ako. ngayon pa na hindi kami nagpapansinan ni mader. at ewan ko kung magpapansinan pa in da pyutur. anyways, moving on.. aaah talaga ang mahal lang. en to tink isang sem lang naman gagamitin. wag na lang ako bumili? babagsak ako. dun daw ibabase ang lahat ng lesson. plus, may insentib pa sa bibili. hayip naman makapromowt ng libro itong si dean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so ang isang malupit na tanong na gumulo sa utak ko ngayon: pano na me?T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sana makakuha ako ng part timr job. waha asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;leech. dugo at pawis ang pinundar ko sa post kong ito,. walang print ang kibord dito! &amp;gt;:| kaya sige. haha. babush. sana mabili ko yung mahiwagang book. prey por me :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-2715987850656729548?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2715987850656729548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=2715987850656729548&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2715987850656729548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2715987850656729548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/pulubi-on-da-go.html' title='pulubi on da go.'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-8440777218858443434</id><published>2010-07-11T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:34:35.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 na ba, ha?!</title><content type='html'>oo hindi ako ganun ka hunghang. alam ko naman na 2010 pa lang. pero sabi kasi nila 2012 pa gugunaw ang mundo. dapat may two years pa ko. pero kani-kanina lang.&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; gumunaw na ang mundo ko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. yes mga kaibigan. yu herd it rayt. gumunaw na po ang mundo ni bidyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tnungin mo naman ako kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sige, bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan, may kausap na ko sa wakas. ikaw na lang daw si pinky. salamat sa tanong pinky. am. eh kasi dahil nakakasyet. anu yon. kasi. basta. ewan. nangyari na lang eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;mababaw nanaman ba 'yan tulad ng ibang kabitteran mo dito sa blog mo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gud kwestyon. hindi. ngayon ko lang masasabi sa tanang buhay ko na malalim ang pinaghuhugutan ko ngayon. ewan ko rin kung matatawag itong kabitteran. bwakangsyet kasi eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;parang ayaw mo naman sabihin kung ano talaga nangyari eh..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi naman sa ganon. hindi ko lang naman alam kung paano ieelaborate. at kinakahiya ko rin ito. oo, tama ang nabasa mo. ikinakahiya ko ito. kasi hindi naman dapat to nangyayari sa tao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;okay. i respect your privacy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenchu pinky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;ayan umismayl ka na. edi ibig sabihin niyan maayos na ulit ang mundo mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu ba, plastik lang yung ismayl ko noh. haha.joke. katulad ng klisyey, alam mo yung klisyey?igugel mo. haha. basta yun, ayon nga don, taym heals.. eh bwakanangsyet at puro nako mura dito, putchachenes, ewan ko kung gaano tatagal ito. siguro hanggang sa makaganti ako sa naknangtinapay na yon. talagang gaganti ako!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;oh, kalma ka lang dudette. ganyan ka ba talaga kagalit sa kanya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo gerl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;parang ngayon lang kita nakitang ganyan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh kasi ngayon ko lang naman naramdaman ang ganitong galit sa isang tao. &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;i neber tot i kud heyt samwan layk dis.layk daaah. bwiset nakakasyet lang.pusang gala talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;nakakasad naman yon. dahil sa isang tao, natuto kang magkaroon ng hatred&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;oo nga eh ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;wag ka nang umiyak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;kelangan ko ilabas to eh. kahit sa atin-atin lang. betwin yu en me may labs..kundi baka mastroke ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;b&gt;naiinis na rin tuloy ako sa taong yon.. ayokong nakikita kang ganyan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;naks gumaganown. bespren na tayo niyan. haha. ako hindi lang naiinis. nanginginig ako sa galit. kasi siya pa. siya pa na dapat unang-unang tao na nagmamahal sakin. putikness.&amp;nbsp; andrama ko tuloy ngayon. eh kasi naman eh. ikaw ba naman masaktan ng ganito. sana hindi ko na lang siya nakita pa ulit para kahit sa imagination ko na lang man, mahal niya ko. kahit sa imagination ko man lang, may ilulook forward pa ko sa buhay ko-na makita siya ulit. kahit kunyari lang magkakaroon kami ng happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ala. naiyak ka na rin tuloy. haha. sige na nga. tama na nga to... basta. makakaganti rin ako. (evil laughs!). usap ulit tayo neks taym bespren pinky ha? sana sa pagkakataon yon, masaya naman maiikukwento ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sana nga T_T sana umokey ka na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;oo nga..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-8440777218858443434?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8440777218858443434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=8440777218858443434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8440777218858443434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8440777218858443434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/2012-na-ba-ha.html' title='2012 na ba, ha?!'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-5515304187415659647</id><published>2010-07-10T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:00:07.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>torpelisyus</title><content type='html'>ngayon naaapreciate ko ang mga &lt;b&gt;torpe&lt;/b&gt; kadorpeys. why? coz &lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;they can love you in their own &lt;b&gt;selfless&lt;/b&gt; way&lt;/i&gt;. at napa-ingles tuloy ako don. hihi. eh ksi naman noh. hindi talaga ako nainiwala sa mga ligaw ligaw na yan. kasi nawadeys, puro kabaduyan at kaplastikan lang naman ang ginagawa ng mga ibang boylets na yan. buti sana kung katulad nung panahon dati nila maria clara noh, yung tipong umeeffort talaga sila ng bonggang-bongga para lang maging "kasintahan" ka.. at alam mo namang seryoso sila sa'yo(-hellerness? para ba naman mangharana at humarap sa mga istriktong magulang ano) hindi tulad ngayon na para magka gerlpren lang o kaya naman eh para mapatunayan ang pagkalalake nila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo, syempre naman hindi lahat eh tulad ng nabanggit ko,. marami pa rin namang nagseseryoso. pero naman noh. hindi pa nga kayo eh dumedemandingness na kaloka ang mga ugok. :| tinetrays na ang iskedyul mo at lagi nang dumedemand ng kung anu-ano. hay nakow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at eto pa. bakit ba pati ang panliligaw kelangan ipagpaalam?bago pagkatapos pag hindi mo naman sinagot in de end eh sasabihing pinaasa mo lang sila? so ibig sabihin pala niyan, pag pinayagan mo sila manligaw, tutuloy-tuloy na yan na maging kayo? so para saan pa ang panliligaw?eh why not dumeretso na lang? diba diba? kapag naman hindi ka pumayag na manligaw sila sa'yo sasabihin naman na parang chance lang hindi mo pa maibigay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang gulo ng lumalablayp. kaya ayoko pang mamulat sa mga ganito eh. kaya takbo ako ng takbo. eto pala ata ang dahilan. hehe. kung sana maisusulat ko lang kung ano dapat mangyari sa lablayp ko, isusulat ko yung kanta ni mareng miley cyrus &lt;i&gt;"..you'll be the right guy and i'll be the bestfriend that you'll fall inlove with.." &lt;/i&gt;o diba lumelebel up ang kabaduyan ko?hahaha. yun kasi talaga ang gusto ko. walang plano-plano. walang kontra-kontrata. i mean.. gusto ko kung may makakainlaban man ako(wala na akong maisip na term sorry!.haha!), gusto ko dun sa taong kilala na 'ko insayd en awt at bays bersa. gusto ko yung nadevelop na lang sa tagal ng pagsasama hindi yung dahil sa ligaw ligaw epek wid matching tsokoleyt en plawers pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u get my point? i don't tink so. haha! kung saan-saan na napunta tong chika ko eh dapat tungkol lang to sa mga pare kong torpe. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta ayun. yun na yun. iba dapat isusulat ko dito kaya ko naisipang mgblog kasi parang maganda yung konsept ko sa mga torpe kaso kung anu-ano na bigla sinulat ko at ngayon eh tinatamad na'ko. neks taym na lang ulit. torpelisyus, da riyal deal:abangan.... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-5515304187415659647?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5515304187415659647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=5515304187415659647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5515304187415659647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5515304187415659647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/torpelisyus.html' title='torpelisyus'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7999385413910567298</id><published>2010-07-04T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T04:24:37.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of july</title><content type='html'>independence ngayon sa tate! eh ano ngayon sakin? haha. hindi, nagcelebrate kaya kami dito sa bahay. kain kain. hindi dahil may american blood kami ha--dahil wala naman :D birthday kasi ng pinsan ko. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. tulog ako buong maghapon. why? coz i'm so damn sick T_T clogged nose. super itchy throat. and to make things worse, the girl thing :&amp;gt; bakit bigla akong umenglish. haha. sorry naman araw nga kasi nila ngayon. pagbigyan. hehe. pero ha, kahit may sakit ako di ka pa rin natanggal sa utak ko kahit one minute. walang sinabi si sipon at ubo at alam mo na. hehe. i miss you soooo much :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7999385413910567298?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7999385413910567298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7999385413910567298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7999385413910567298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7999385413910567298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of july'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-609296461696374402</id><published>2010-06-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:19:49.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like complaining?</title><content type='html'>puro na lang kabitteran sa mundo pinopost ko dito sa blog ko. don't worry iba to.. ibang-iba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puro ako complaints sa buhay ko. hindi ko iniisip na buo naman katawan ko. normal naman pag-iisip ko(well, most of the time. haha). nakakapag-aral naman ako sa maayos na eskwelahan. nakakakain ng mahigit tatlong beses sa isang araw. nakilala ko naman mga magulang ko kahit hindi magkasama.. ewan ko ba, nature lang talaga siguro ng tao ang magreklamo. pero hindi dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung pinapanood ko 'to ang initial kong pakiramdam eh awa. pero nung nasa kalagitnaan na ko ng video, inggit na ang pumalit sa pakiramdam ko. mabuti pa siya nagagawa niyang maging tunay na masaya kahit ganoon ang kalagayan niya. mabuti pa siya nakakapagbigay inspirasyon. at sa bandang huli naman, paghanga. saludo ako sa taong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya ang gusto kong maalala kada maiisip kong magreklamo. kada magugustuhan kong sumuko. kada makikita ko ay puro kadiliman lang sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i fail, i try again, and again, and again."-Nick Vujicic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/609296461696374402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/609296461696374402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/feel-like-complaining.html' title='feel like complaining?'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-5768076091408766018</id><published>2010-06-28T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:49:55.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....or is it just me?</title><content type='html'>apat na beses na. apat na beses ko na 'tong naranasan. hokey, hindi naman sa nagbibilang ako hanggang sa dumami.. naisip ko lang talaga to dahil sa recent na mga kaganapan. una, dahil nangyari nanaman. haha. ang pangalawa, ikukuwento ko na lang sa next paragraph. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, bigla kasi ako tinanong ng tita ko kung bakit wala akong boypren at ang pinsan ko na mas bata sa akin ay meron. kung regular na araw, sasagutin ko siya ng "kasi hindi pa ako ready" o "walang magkamali", kaso hindi iyon regular na araw at panahon ng muni-muni ko 'yon. (haha!) so ang sinagot ko ay, drumroll.... WALA. nginitian ko lang ang tita ko na para akong bata. hahaha. patetik. madami na rin ang nagtatanong sa'kin nito. anu ba ...18 pa lang naman ako. maraming panahon pa para mag-alala kung magiging matandang dalaga ako(oh i hate the term!haha). minsan tuloy natsitsismis na tomboy ako. hindi ako against sa mga tomboy o bakla. kaibigan ko sila. pero hindi. hindi po ako tomboy. hahaha. closet bakla po ako. oha, revelation X) bakit ba kailangang may syota na opposite sex para mapatunayan na straight ka?ayan tuloy andaming nagagamit na tao ang mga closet queen/king para lang may mai-front sila. tsk tsk... kung ang make-up naman at ang kaartihan sa katawan ang pag-uusapan, hindi mataas ang grade ko don. unang-una sa lahat, lumaki ako sa bahay na ako lang ang girlaloo. tsaka na 'ko aarte pag may sarili na akong trabaho at bahay. tama?! haha. abangaaaan X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humaba tuloy bigla ang second paragraph, defensive ba?haha. tumungo naman tayo sa tinutukoy ko kanina. tungkol dun sa "kaganapan"... una sa lahat ay lilinawin kong hindi ako bitter sa pagkakataong ito. pramis. hahaha. ano lang kasi. apat na beses na na nangyaring may nagpursue na hindi ko naman sinagot at dahil don, nainip at bigla na lang may ipapakita sa akin na girl na ewan ko kung ilang oras niyang niligawan. oo, hindi ko sinasagot kasi wala pa naman talaga akong nararamdaman at hindi ko rin naman siguro mararamdaman ang dapat maramdaman kung hindi sila magpupursige diba? hahaha! hanu ba 'tong explanation ko. :)) basta. para paikliin ang mahaba na, parang ipinamukha nila sa'kin kung gaano dapat kabilis ang pag sagot sa isang napakagwapong lalake na tulad nila. hindi naman sa nagmamaganda ako noh pero hindi naman porke't pangit ka eh papayagan mo nang paglaruan ka na. at hindi rin naman kagwapuhan lahat ng mga lalaking mga manloloko katulad na lang ng kaibigan kong si toot na napakaraming chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang gusto ko lang malaman eh kung dahil ba talaga sakin, dahil hindi ko sila binigyan ng importansiya o kung ano pa mang dahilan katulad ng sinumbat ni 'da 2nd'... o talaga lang sa panahon ngayon eh gusto ng lahat ay mabilisan? siguro naman meron pang katulad ko diyan na old fashioned pa rin pag dating sa mga ganitong isyu. hihintayin na lang kita kesa sa mga cyborg na to. haha!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay.ay.ay. PS pala. i'm happy for the recent guy as opposed to what you may have concluded. this post is not a bitterness for him. narealize ko lang talaga dahil sa counter at sa tita ko. hahaha!. and the girl is nice. be happy you two :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-5768076091408766018?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5768076091408766018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=5768076091408766018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5768076091408766018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5768076091408766018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/or-is-it-just-me.html' title='....or is it just me?'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-5716348902457227422</id><published>2010-06-25T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T08:58:37.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graaaabeeee lang! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;out of reach... :(((&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TCTR3FMT5lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NA9IQxCcdE4/s1600/36749_1434313530505_1012934134_31316954_6619447_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TCTR3FMT5lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NA9IQxCcdE4/s320/36749_1434313530505_1012934134_31316954_6619447_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;this is very temporary. baka makita ng hindi dapat makakita. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-5716348902457227422?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5716348902457227422/comments/default' 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longing for you. give me a reason not to search for your presence.. please. would it be too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7038681445196429139?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7038681445196429139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7038681445196429139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7038681445196429139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7038681445196429139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/emongoloid.html' title='emongoloid'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1274052720869864454</id><published>2010-06-11T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:59:09.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>►♪ la..lala..lala♥  ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;though these lyrics were obviously not written by me..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I borrowed them just to tell you how i feel. coz the truth is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm out of words. but full of melodies :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;because of you &amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And when at last I find you,&lt;br /&gt;A song will fill the air.&lt;br /&gt;Sing it loud so I can hear you.&lt;br /&gt;Make it easy to endear you to me,&lt;br /&gt;Ah, you know I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Beatles, 1968&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too &lt;br /&gt;Is when I fall in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Doris Day, 1952&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Richard Marx, 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I found the place &lt;br /&gt;Would I recognize the face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Stephen Bishop, 1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two drifters off to see the world. &lt;br /&gt;There's such a lot of world to see. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Audrey Hepburn, 1961&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm willing to take a chance&lt;br /&gt;That till life is through, I'll still be loving you&lt;br /&gt;I will be true to you, just a promise from you will do&lt;br /&gt;From the very start, please be careful with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Jose Marie Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I need to know I can see you smile each morning,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Look into your eyes each night,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;For the rest of my life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-Leigh Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Adam Sandler, 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Don’t be surprised if I loved you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;For all that you are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I couldn’t help it,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s all your fault…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-Alanis Morissette, 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I don't know why but with you I’d dance &lt;br /&gt;In a storm in my best dress &lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Taylor Swift, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Thought the chances&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Of meeting somebody like you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Are a million to one…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;If we were a movie&lt;br /&gt;You'd be the right guy&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be the best friend&lt;br /&gt;You'd fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;In the end we'd be laughing&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;Show the names&lt;br /&gt;Play that happy song&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(again:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1274052720869864454?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1274052720869864454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1274052720869864454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1274052720869864454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1274052720869864454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/lalalalala.html' title='►♪ la..lala..lala♥  ♫'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-424610632367259384</id><published>2010-06-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:44:20.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my aunt and i argued about this animated picture for what seemed like half an hour and it made me laugh and a little bit annoyed. but i actually enjoyed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3hwmjzjve1qzk4ruo1_400.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3hwmjzjve1qzk4ruo1_400.gif" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIGHT BRAIN vs LEFT BRAIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE Right Brain vs Left Brain test … do you see the dancer turning clockwise or anti-clockwise?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't actually argued about it turning clockwise or not. we argued about it being a trick or not.lol. so which is it?:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-424610632367259384?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/424610632367259384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=424610632367259384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/424610632367259384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/424610632367259384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-aunt-and-i-argued-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-2611706928825815479</id><published>2010-06-07T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T06:56:44.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter machine</title><content type='html'>heto nanaman ako. nakakain nanaman ata ng isang napakapait na ampalaya for breakfast. sorry naman. haha. punung-puno na ata ng kabitteran tong blog na to dapat pinangalan ko na lang dito bitter ocampo oh kaya peanutbitter o kaya naman kwadernong bitter. josku. eh ano magagawa ko? baka mastroke lang ako pag di ko nilabas to. at isa pa, kaya ko nga ginawa tong blog na to para may makausap eh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andami ko namang sinabi sa intro anu ba yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang totoo niyan. gustong-gusto kong magwala ngayon. as in maghahagis ng gamit. as in magbasag ng kasangkapan. pwede rin namang manakal ng tao. o kaya naman magtitili. oo sige na. option din ang lumuha...ng dugo. kung bakit? ewan ko di ko maipaliwanag. naramdaman ko na lang pagkagising ko kanina. kung may napanaginipan akong masama, hindi ko na maalala. lalo pang nagliyab ang mga mata ko nung naisipan kong tumawag sa isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ring.ring.ring.ring.ring.ring.ring.ring". wala pa ding sagot. "the M1 subscriber you're calling is not responding". isa pa. "ring.ring.ring.ring.ring.ring.ring.ring" "the number you have dialed is either unattended or out of coverage area. blablalba" sige mommy iignore mo ko. pakin%^@*&amp;amp;. gawain nga 'yan ng isang butihing ina. pagpatuloy mo yan at baka bigyan pa kita ng uhm, anu nga ba? trophy? plaque? name it. nag-iisip ako ng mga awards na ibibigay ko sa kanya ng biglang nagplay ang &lt;i&gt;brick by boring brick ng paramore &lt;/i&gt;sa utak ko. kainis irrelevant naman yon sa subject kaya pinilit kong i-stop ang nasabing kanta sa kokote ko. kaso ayaw. pugak. timang. antalino ko. cellphone ko na pala yung tumutunog. yun pala yung ringtone ko. at &lt;i&gt;mommy&lt;/i&gt; ang pangalang naflash sa screen. sasagutin ko ba? kung oo, ano naman kaya sasabihin ko? teka, bakit nga ba ako tumawag in the first place? tama ka ng iniisip. nasisiraan na ko. haha. so ayun. hanggang sa hindi ko na lang rin sinagot. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay nako. baka magkakaroon na siguro ako. kaya. epekto lang siguro to. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-2611706928825815479?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2611706928825815479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=2611706928825815479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2611706928825815479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2611706928825815479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/bitter-machine.html' title='bitter machine'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-824437919133121790</id><published>2010-06-06T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:45:40.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no hitting below the belt mga kolokoy:D</title><content type='html'>bum nanaman ako tonight so naghalungkat nanaman ako ng mga sites na pwedeng mapagkatuwaan. at nakita ko to(hahaha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TAvesUpenCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/llBASVfN2wM/s1600/fashion-fail-pants-hiked-high.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TAvesUpenCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/llBASVfN2wM/s400/fashion-fail-pants-hiked-high.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manalo kaya si manny dito?hahaha. mlamang puro sa mukha na tama neto X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-824437919133121790?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/824437919133121790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=824437919133121790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/824437919133121790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/824437919133121790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-hitting-below-belt-mga-kolokoyd.html' title='no hitting below the belt mga kolokoy:D'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TAvesUpenCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/llBASVfN2wM/s72-c/fashion-fail-pants-hiked-high.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-504666379669860313</id><published>2010-06-03T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:22:43.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bubu chacha!</title><content type='html'>i've been so engrossed with youtube today that i've came across some old cartoons i used to watch as a kid. then i found this. i've always wanted to have a toy car like randy's but i didn't for some reasons. haha. but anyways,. i posted this whole episode coz&amp;nbsp; watching this made me feel as if life is so easy..so carefree.. so good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A0vJLxoCki8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A0vJLxoCki8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJJDEPhSg8Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJJDEPhSg8Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxERwEKbqRs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxERwEKbqRs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-504666379669860313?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/504666379669860313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=504666379669860313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/504666379669860313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/504666379669860313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/bubu-chacha.html' title='bubu chacha!'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1582553059521739916</id><published>2010-06-02T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:27:56.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kaibigan</title><content type='html'>pag hiwalay na kayo ng boyfriend mo tawag mo sa kanya ex-boyfriend. pano pag bestfriend mo nawala sa'yo? ex-bestfriend? haba naman non. anyway,. nakasalubong ko lang sa daan tong blogpost na ito: &lt;a href="http://judywilhelmina.blogspot.com/2010/06/everlastingfriends.html?showComment=1275500271849_AIe9_BEMjYtG9U_MPo8-YCmv6gDGRvLvhYzthl6XfQYWsbxypeip8nNLfECkguJGeobS5vEhRIo8Qp4-V8sWrjiKyuXwwUL_JMs_v2lqH7_dn0eChgk5DMkz9S5i3c8CSvE-VK8Kq3F_JxxUwgbEShcpRQmnWVlYIHXrU3XZ4hiMVjQCftxYEqb-PkGdhwdLIOkqe2isvx5s2E2Pt3Y8K5b2XkECibfVyBVnjstWz4VzXfi4Oh3u0QU#c4105822835563645623"&gt;#everlastingfriends&lt;/a&gt;. at damn, sobrang nakarelate ako T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. aaminin ko na din sa wakas ang isang bagay na dati ko pa ikinakaila kahit sa sarili ko. eto na(drum roll) namimiss na kita!okay?! nung mga nagdaang buwan eh parang okay na rin naman sa akin na wala ka sa buhay ko. oo paminsan-minsan naaalala kita pero hanggang doon lang, hindi na ko nalulungkot nagiging bitter o kung ano pa man. pero kanina habang binabasa ko yung post na yon(at bakit ko pa kasi binasa.ugok), biglang nagflash sa isip ko yung mga bonding moments natin na parang nanonood ako ng isang lumang film na black and white. ewan ko. hindi lang naman ikaw naging bestfriend pero ikaw talaga na isip ko na irelate dun sa character sa post. naturingan pang M din ang intitial niya. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala naman akong nais iparating sa'yo at alam ko din namang di mo to mababasa. gusto ko lang isulat ang nararamdaman ko. nanghinayang lang ako sa pagkakaibigan natin. lalo na pag naiisip ko kung ano naglagay ng lamat dito. napakawalang kwentang bagay kung ako ang tatanungin.dahil lang dun sa lamat na 'yon kahit anung subok ang gawin natin para maibalik sa dati eh wala ring bisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro ni minsan sa loob ng mahigit isang taon na hindi natin pag uusap eh hindi ako pumasok diyan sa isip mo. alam ko naman na wala na akong halaga sa'yo. nararamdaman ko naman eh. para iwasan mo ko pag pareho tayong online?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simula nung nangyari yung insidenteng yon, oo sinubukan pa rin natin. hanggang sa nagkolehiyo tayo at lumipat sa magkaibang unibersidad. nag-e-effort akong punatahan ka para magkaroon ulit tayo ng bonding moments at magkabalitaan kung ano na bago sa buhay-buhay natin. kaso habang tumatagal alam ko nawawalan ka na ng gana. nawawalan na ako ng silbi sa'yo. pareho naman tayong nagkaroon ng bagong mga kaibigan eh. pero ikaw lang ang nagbago. hindi naman sa kinokontra ko yung kung anu-anong church ang sinalihan mo pero siguro nga tinuruan ka nilang lumayo sa mga bad influence na tulad ko kasi yun ang naramdaman ko eh. lahat ng paniniwala natin nagkaiba. at pati mga maling gawain ko ay parang tinaasan mo na ng kilay ng patago. pakiramdam ko pag kasama kita napakasama ko nang tao. pag inaaya ka naming(hayskul friends) lumabas halos tumanggi ka kasi ayaw mo na atang lumabas diyan sa lungga niyo. hanggang sa tuluyan na rin akong bumitiw sa lubid na ako na lang naman ang nakalambitin. alam mo naman na hindi ko pinipilit sarili ko sa mga taong ayaw sakin diba? pero sinubukan ko pa rin sa'yo kasi special ka sakin. pero wala ding nangyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganoon lang siguro talaga ang buhay. kailangan matuto tayo kung kelan bibitaw. kelangan bago pa tayo makipagclose sa ibang tao isipin na agad natin na pwede silang mawala sa'yo anytime para pagnagkataon di na gaanong masakit. so ayun. naisip lang talaga kita M kaya bigla akong nauhaw sa kausap. mahal pa din kita alam mo ba 'yon? naalala mo ba nung umabsent ako sa isang subject kahit may quiz para lang magpanggap na ikaw dun sa importanteng meeting mo? maaaring hindi ko na hahayaan ang sarili kong magpakatanga ng ganon para sa'yo pero pag kinailangan mo 'ko(which is very unlikely), hangga't kaya ko, andito lang ako para sa'yo. alam ko masaya ka na diyan. at blessed na blessed so wala na 'kong mahihiling para sa'yo. mag-ingat ka na lang lagi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1582553059521739916?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1582553059521739916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1582553059521739916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1582553059521739916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1582553059521739916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/kaibigan.html' title='kaibigan'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7915516673802103916</id><published>2010-06-01T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:37:41.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't  care eh eh eh eh eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=" " id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;ang sarap tumayo sa tuktok ng isang napakataas na gusali at sumigaw ng napakalakas na I DON'T FREAKIN' CARE!!! siguro pag ginawa ko yon magiging for real yung statement..&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/8590636532163487905-7915516673802103916?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7915516673802103916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7915516673802103916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7915516673802103916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7915516673802103916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-care-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh.html' title='i don&apos;t  care eh eh eh eh eh'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-349587718163834893</id><published>2010-05-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:17:15.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.love.love'/><title type='text'>i'll be waiting for you ♥</title><content type='html'>babala: ang mga sumusunod ay purong katas lamang ng utak ng isang tao na kung hindi bagot na bagot na eh talagang nahihibang lang X) patnubay ng magulang ay kailangan(tama ba) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with someone.. someone whose name is yet to be revealed to me...whose eyes are yet to shine on me... who's lips are yet to meet mine.  i'm in love with someone who may not be my first, but will be my last :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i long for that time we'll just bump each other down the street like in the movies. when we could finally say hi to each other. when we could just enjoy each other's company. when we could share each other's thoughts, wildest dreams and laugh at each other's corniest jokes. when i could just lay my head perfectly on your shoulder. when we could just hug each other and forget everything around us. just you and me. and that'll be the beginning of our very own happily ever after. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i've set standards for my dream guy but i perfectly know that when the right one comes along, it'll never matter. whoever you are.. wherever you might be right now.. i trust in God that He'll give you to me at the right place and at the right time. that's why just like in the song, i'm saving all my love for you :) coz&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i fall in love, it'll sure be forever. ♥ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" height="311" style="height: 311px; width: 410px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=55916485&amp;path=2010/05/31&amp;mycolor=D8C0C0&amp;mycolor2=C0C0C0&amp;mycolor3=606060&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I fall in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;It will be forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Or I'll never fall in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;In a restless world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Like this is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is ended before it's begun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;And too many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moonlight kisses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I give my heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;I give it completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Or I'll never give my heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is when I fall in love with you.. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know you're worth waiting for.. regardless how long :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and when the time comes.. i'm sure i'll never wish for more... than to grow old with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-349587718163834893?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-2582663869143193693</id><published>2010-05-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:34:25.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE =)</title><content type='html'>Smile..&lt;br /&gt;Though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile..&lt;br /&gt;Even tho' it's breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt; through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt; and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear maybe ever so near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worth while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; If you'll just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's ironic how this song makes me wanna CRY. haha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-2582663869143193693?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2582663869143193693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=2582663869143193693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2582663869143193693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2582663869143193693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile.html' title='SMILE =)'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-783100717678634021</id><published>2010-05-26T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:17:45.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my kim bum ♥</title><content type='html'>Kim Bum is so cute he deserves a post on my blog :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his lips break into a smile, my heart melts until it boils down into my veins.. hahaha.  everytime i we pass through his billboard i can't help but drool upon his picture perfect smile with those sparkling teeth and cutest dimples. oh isn't he the cutest guy with the teasing smile ever?hahaha. landi eh.. i love you kim bum!!!! marry me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VG9luxhvbpI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VG9luxhvbpI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-783100717678634021?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/783100717678634021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=783100717678634021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/783100717678634021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/783100717678634021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-kim-bum.html' title='my kim bum ♥'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-2832464685231335881</id><published>2010-05-25T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T04:54:34.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly...</title><content type='html'>now i know why i was so eager about learning how to fly when i was a kid. i wasn't being weird at all. naramdaman ko na talaga siguro na iiwan ako ng mga taong inaasahan ko sa ere. at ang solusyon para makasurvive ay ang paglipad mag-isa. my god nagtatransform nanaman ako sa pagiging emo. ano magagawa ko eh madrama lang talaga buhay ko. sorry po&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-2832464685231335881?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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wanna leave your children. i guess time will heal. maybe He has a purpose. i don't know. wherever you are right now sir, i know you'll keep on watching over your kids. i hope someday you'll be happy there. we'll all see each other next time. we love you sir!='( i'm holding this stuff toy you gave me. i'll treasure this forever. sana marinig mo po ako T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-5008862348283876358?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5008862348283876358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=5008862348283876358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;wala. wala akong maisip na title dito sa post na to kasi napakagulo ng isip ko talaga ngayon(as if on regular days maayos.hmm).. siguro naman walang makakabasa ng post ko na 'to dahil alam na na nilalangaw ang blog ko. sabi-sabi lang ng neoCounter ko na madaming dumadaan dito para hindi ko siya idispatya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;well anyway hindi ko naman 'to ginawa para ipangalandakan sa buong mundo kung gaano ako ka emo. sinulat ko to kasi ito lang ang nakita kong maayos paraan para mailabas ko to. kasi kelangan ko talaga ilabas bago ako mag-explode sa di inaasahang paraan, oras, at lokasyon. hindi kaaya-aya yon pag nagkataon. hindi ko din naman kasi masabi sa mga kaibigan ko dahil alam ko rindi na sila sa mga drama ko sa buhay.  di ko rin naman masabi sa tita dearest ko(dearest daw o.haha!xD) kasi meron din siyang pinoproblema ngayon ayoko na makadagdag pa. lalo naman sa mga magulang ko kasi sila nga ang problema ko. hahaha. so pano na? sayo na lang pinakamamahal kong blog! i guess it's between you and me then :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;so kung may naligaw mang kaluluwa, sige pwede mo tong basahin pero pagkatapos mo at parang gusto mo na kong murahin, sorry naman!di naman kita pinilit eh. nawarningan na kita. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;so ayun eto na talaga yung simula. andami ko pang sinabi eh noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;naramdaman ko na ata ang pinaka masakit na pwedeng mangyari sa isang tao emotionally. yung ituring ka ng nanay mo na parang wala lang. basta para sakin yun na pinakamasakit. hindi mapapantayan 'to ng panloloko ng mga boylets o pang-iiwan ng mga BFFs. kasi nanay mo yun eh. dun ka nanggaling sa tiyan niya.. when i said parang wala lang, yun yung magpaparamdam siya sayo kung kelan niya lang gusto, bigla na lang siyang mawawala at maiiwan kang parang tanga sa kakaalala sa kanya. oo  nandun nako kaya daw siya biglang di nagrereply sa mga text kasi nagkaproblema siya. pero bat di niya magawang ipaliwanag sakin kahit mabilisan lang?ano ako 7 year-old?? ayokong manumbat pero sumobra na nga ng dekada ang di niya pagpapakita samin dati pero tinanggap pa din namin siya ng buong puso pero eto nanaman as if hindi pa sapat ang pain na naidulot non samin? A. gusto kong magalit. B. gustung-gusto ko magwala at magpakarebel-rebel sa kanto at mgpakasabog pero hindi ko magawa. yung rason ko sa letter B, eh sino din talo non?ako! plus, katangahan lang yon ulol!(talking to myself). rason ko naman sa letter A, kanino ako magagalit?sa kanya? kung pwede lang sana. kaso AYOKONG MAWALA NANAMAN SIYA SA BUHAY NAMIN. yun ang pinakamasakit don. aray ko po!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sa kabilang ibayo naman ng istorya ng buhay ko, napamura nanaman dahil saken ang aking ama. matagal-tagal na din yung last time na napamura siya dahil sakin at hindi ko matanggap ang kababawan ng rason kung bakit ito naulit. hindi ko din matanggap na ginawa niya ito sa harap ng mga taong maayos ang pagkakakilala sakin. hindi ko din matanggap ang timing nito. kung nakita mo lang kung gaano siya hinayblood kanina na parang napakalaki ng kasalanang nagawa ko. kaya walk out ang lola mo. so ayun bigla akong nauwi sa pgjogging sa sports park ng marikina. para akong tanga na naluluha habang tumatakbo sa oval. mabuti na lang at may madidilim na part. kaya napag isip-isip ko mga bagay-bagay na ito na sinusulat ko ngayon.. ngayon ko lang narealize kung gaano kakorny at katanga ako sa mga pinag-gagagawa ko kanina. sana lang walang nakakilala sakin. nakasampung laps pa naman ako. tae na. parang lutang lang ako kanina. waaaaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;alam ko naman masamang anak ako eh. pero bakit, mabuti ba silang magulang?! sige masama na din akong tao kung masama pero pinipilit ko namang magbago ah. yun ba kaya ang dahilan kung bakit hindi ako kayang mahalin ni mommy ng katulad sa pagmamahal niya sa mga kapatid ko? yun ba yung dahilan bakit binigyan ako ng mahina ang loob tatay?kung bakit lagi lagi na lang siya dapat ang pagparayaan considering siya ang grown-up saming dalawa? yun ba ang dahilan kung bakit mula simula hindi ko naramdamang importante ako? kung magpapaka good ba'ko mababago ang lahat? ewan lang natin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;at the end of the day baka nagbigti na nga ako kung wala ang tita ko. isa siyang santo na dapat ipagpatayo ng rebulto someday. kung wala siya ewan ko na lang kung saan ako pupulutin ngayon. pasan niya ang lahat ng taong nangangailangan. hehe. love you tita malen :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;kitams?may happy ending na rin naman kahit papano. haha!:D parang baliw lang ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-3482617136050306046?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-816292451547651647</id><published>2010-03-14T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:33:31.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eto na nga ba sinasabi ko eh.. tsk tsk :|</title><content type='html'>My head's in a jam can't take you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;From the time we met I've been beset by thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;And the more that I ignore this feeling &lt;br /&gt;The more I find my self believin'&lt;br /&gt;That I just have to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you pass me by &lt;br /&gt;I just can't let you go but I know &lt;br /&gt;That I am much too shy to let you know&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that I might say the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Words and displease you&lt;br /&gt;Afraid for love to fade &lt;br /&gt;Before it can come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a child again&lt;br /&gt;I'm out and lost for words&lt;br /&gt;How does one define a crush combined with longing&lt;br /&gt;Longing to posses you oh so dearly&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed by you completely&lt;br /&gt;I'll go mad if I can't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you pass me by&lt;br /&gt;I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;Let me say the things and say the words to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I would rather say the awkward words than lose you &lt;br /&gt;Or for love to fade &lt;br /&gt;Before it can come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-816292451547651647?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/816292451547651647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=816292451547651647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/816292451547651647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/816292451547651647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2010/03/eto-na-nga-ba-sinasabi-ko-eh-tsk-tsk.html' title='eto na nga ba sinasabi ko eh.. tsk tsk :|'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-2566545834018716697</id><published>2009-12-30T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:00:06.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye 2009.</title><content type='html'>it's the last day of the most significant year of my life. most significant not just because of the happiness i am experiencing right now but because of all the lessons i've learned and boy it was a blast! i'm blogging now coz i just wanna have a quick recap of the big events that had happened this year and the lessons they thaught me..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first off, early this year i experienced being out of school. i was so close to losing hope and almost threw my dreams away. now i really appreciate being in school and i'm really enjoying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i didn't have anything to do with my life those days, i tried to find a job. i realized how hard it is to find a job without a diploma(not to mention the right age). i experienced how the douche bags on the little higher positions deal with the employees, like they're the most important people in the world.seesh. i promised myself i won't treat anyone like that if ever i'll be on the position. i learned how hard it is to earn money. of course saving money comes with it.but i also loved the feeling of spending the money i've worked hard for. it's really not a joke to make a living on your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think Ondoy gave me the greatest lesson. when the water was rising inside the house i didn't think of any material stuff that i could loose. i didn't think of the school papers that could be ruined(well ok maybe a little.lol). with all honesty i didn't really got scared of dying at all(with the fact that we've heard of the death of those who reside at the nearby village and the fast water current). in the face of death you'll know all your real priorities in life. you'll realize what's really the most important stuff and most of all you'll realize how every second of your life counts. :) after the flood i also knew the people who REALLY cares. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lastly, the greatest event was that i met my mom again this year after a decade :D i feel complete now. i don't hold any grudge to anyone anymore and i learned about acceptance better. and as if i wasn't happy enough yet, i met my brothers:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 changed me so much i can say i'm a different person now from last year. plans enhanced, priorities changed and my view on life became colorful :) i'll surely never forget this year in my entire life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SwvjC7V4X8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vy6VNgw0Jms/s1600/Toshiba-U400_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SwvjC7V4X8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vy6VNgw0Jms/s400/Toshiba-U400_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407665417017122754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the specs:&lt;br /&gt;* Natural resolution (max) 1280 x 800 pixels&lt;br /&gt;* Diagonal screen size 13.3 inch&lt;br /&gt;* Primary hard drive 250 GB&lt;br /&gt;* Dimensions 229 x 314 x 35 mm&lt;br /&gt;* Weight 1.9 kg * Memory: RAM 2GB&lt;br /&gt;* Built-in webcam, micropho...ne and speakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please comment here if you're interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-2190695870512171604?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SwvjC7V4X8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vy6VNgw0Jms/s72-c/Toshiba-U400_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-5118974289070338475</id><published>2009-11-09T05:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:24:16.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school:)</title><content type='html'>on the bright side, it's nice to be occupied in times like this:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SvgX7qweJ0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KgRPOd4QsaQ/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 200px;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-school.html' title='back to school:)'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SvgX7qweJ0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KgRPOd4QsaQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1401039512520963871</id><published>2009-07-19T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:22:02.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oasis</title><content type='html'>have you ever regretted finding something you've been looking for?..wishing you'd rather not have found it so you'll still have something to find.. something to dream about.. something to believe in.. wishing you'd still be dreaming and hoping about it.. that you never found out it was just a lie all along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always believed in happy endings when i was a kid. now i wish i still do--so i'll have something to look forward to. though in reality, it's just a humongous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mirage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1401039512520963871?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1401039512520963871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-8974139393680823327</id><published>2009-06-25T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T02:05:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP MJ</title><content type='html'>i haven't learned the moon walk yet and now i'll never get to see him in person :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't judge an artist with his personal life. i judge him about how he influenced people with his talent and how he used it.. i'm not a super fan but i still am one of the people inspired by his songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love you michael. may you rest in peace. you're a real legend man. you will not be forgotten as long as there's music.. so here's to the one and the only King of Pop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-touch.swf" height="390" width="235" style="width:235px;height:390px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-touch.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=24176524&amp;path=2009/06/26&amp;mycolor=222222&amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=235&amp;oh=390"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/24176524" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-8974139393680823327?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8974139393680823327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=8974139393680823327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8974139393680823327'/><link rel='self' 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i hate staring at nothingness and seeing how my life could be worse - so i became good at finding ways to getting away from it. i get the hands of the clock moving by watching movies, listening to music, feeding up my tiny brain with researching nonsense did-you-knows, and……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;reading books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hallelujah-bamboo.blog.friendster.com/files/bookworm.gif"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-95" title="bookworm" src="http://hallelujah-bamboo.blog.friendster.com/files/bookworm.gif" alt="" width="156" height="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my teeth bites it down, draining the ink from the pages, sucking harder and harder, as though my life depend on it.. till i become the main character in the novel, the protagonist of all time.. i built this world where it’s all about me. bwahaha! talk about narcissism. sometime i lost contact with the earth and often times i just don’t care what’s happening there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but i’m not saying i’m a bookworm. i don’t have what it takes to be one. first off, i’m not patient with books and i don’t read that often. and then i can’t have all the books i want.lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so here’s the thing, i’m afraid my social life has gone away beyond my reach and now all i can handle to be with are books and this one in front of me.. and suprisingly, i’m contented with it - which makes me kinda creeped out. so i’m calling vanessa-to-earth emergency.hahaha&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/8590636532163487905-4260444304029848022?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4260444304029848022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4260444304029848022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4260444304029848022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4260444304029848022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/non-book-annelidan.html' title='non-book-annelidan'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-9148444398602867672</id><published>2009-06-06T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:55:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the 90's</title><content type='html'>i woke up today with a nostalgic atmosphere brought to me by the beat of a certain 90's song.. now i wanna relive it.. i missed it so much! so glad i'm a freaking 90's kid.lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you one of us?&lt;br /&gt;let's dip through the memory lane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCyKTJ8TZgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCyKTJ8TZgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a 90's kid if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can finish this 'ice ice _'&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching Doug, Ren &amp;amp; Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, Bobby's World, Felix the cat, The Tick...AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!&lt;br /&gt;You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"&lt;br /&gt;You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised . . ."&lt;br /&gt;You remember TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.&lt;br /&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;You remember reading "Goosebumps"&lt;br /&gt;You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;br /&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not&lt;br /&gt;If you remember seeing hot tub bubbles make bubbly sounds before every music video on VH1.&lt;br /&gt;when everything was settled by rock paper scissors..or bubble gum bubble gum in a dish...eeny meeny miney mo...and even better daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky.&lt;br /&gt;You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.&lt;br /&gt;"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.&lt;br /&gt;Captain Planet. He's a Hero.&lt;br /&gt;You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS.&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.&lt;br /&gt;You remember those Where's Waldo books.&lt;br /&gt;You remember eating Warheads.&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladdin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies.&lt;br /&gt;You remember Ring Pops.&lt;br /&gt;You remember drinking Surge, and Tang.&lt;br /&gt;If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"&lt;br /&gt;When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.&lt;br /&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.&lt;br /&gt;Making those little paper cootie-catcher things, and then predicting your life with them.&lt;br /&gt;You played and/or collected "Pogs"&lt;br /&gt;You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;. . . Furbies&lt;br /&gt;Saved By The Bell was the coolest show ever!&lt;br /&gt;You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.&lt;br /&gt;And Windows 95 was the best.&lt;br /&gt;You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan was a king.&lt;br /&gt;YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.&lt;br /&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out.&lt;br /&gt;You collected those Beanie Babies.&lt;br /&gt;Mortal Kombat was awesome--the game and the movie&lt;br /&gt;Carebears&lt;br /&gt;Gak was the coolest stuff invented.&lt;br /&gt;Lambchop's song never ended.&lt;br /&gt;The old dollar bills.&lt;br /&gt;Silver dollars, which were cool to have.&lt;br /&gt;You remember a time before the WB.&lt;br /&gt;You collected all the Troll dolls&lt;br /&gt;You had to read Weekly Reader's in class.&lt;br /&gt;If you even know what an original walkman is.&lt;br /&gt;You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.&lt;br /&gt;You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"&lt;br /&gt;You know the Macarena by heart.&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said&lt;br /&gt;You always said, "Then why don't you marry it?!"&lt;br /&gt;You remember trying to collect all 150 original pokemon cards but never could and if you did you thought you were all that!&lt;br /&gt;You remember Highlight's magazine.&lt;br /&gt;You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.&lt;br /&gt;You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;Before the MySpace frenzy . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before the Internet &amp;amp; text messaging . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before Sidekicks &amp;amp; iPods . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before MIKE JONES . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before Spongebob . . .&lt;br /&gt;Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.&lt;br /&gt;When light up sneakers were cool.&lt;br /&gt;When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;When gas was $0.95 a gallon &amp;amp; Caller ID was The new thing.&lt;br /&gt;When we recorded stuff on VCRs.&lt;br /&gt;When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkmans.&lt;br /&gt;When gameboy was a brick.&lt;br /&gt;You did MASH to figure out your future&lt;br /&gt;When you weren't cool unless you had a Starter jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Way back.&lt;br /&gt;Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a glimpse of the late 90's best hits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" height="311" width="410" style="width:410px;height:311px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=23086912&amp;path=2009/06/06&amp;mycolor=FFC75E&amp;mycolor2=562B00&amp;mycolor3=EB0056&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=410&amp;oh=311"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/23086912"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/btn-get-tracks.gif" alt="Music" title="Get Music Tracks!" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/btn-create.gif" alt="Playlist" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/23086912"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/btn-get-ringtones.gif" alt="Ringtones" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-9148444398602867672?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9148444398602867672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=9148444398602867672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/9148444398602867672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/9148444398602867672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-90s.html' title='back to the 90&apos;s'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-137299147527529326</id><published>2009-06-05T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:24:44.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>judge my eyes part 2..(without much to say.lol)</title><content type='html'>this is a sequel to my previous post called '&lt;a href="http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/11/judge-my-eyes.html"&gt;judge my eyes&lt;/a&gt;' - a little compilation of the photos of pairs of celebs who look so much alike that they might be twins.lol. hope you enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilQTFt2pVI/AAAAAAAAADE/PLSnEyjc-PQ/s1600-h/a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343890721734042962" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilQTFt2pVI/AAAAAAAAADE/PLSnEyjc-PQ/s320/a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 213px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 288px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jason biggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - adam sandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought adam was the one on american pie when i was younger..&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought i was the only one who noticed..&lt;br /&gt;and now i found this photo when i was looking for their close to similar pose.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilRkjSnnsI/AAAAAAAAADU/PoVEGwW1la4/s1600-h/dieselverdi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343892121242279618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilRkjSnnsI/AAAAAAAAADU/PoVEGwW1la4/s320/dieselverdi.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 186px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 290px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vin diesel&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;robert verdi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speechless. haha. i noticed this when i watched a-list's 101&lt;br /&gt;- rob was one of the commentators there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilneuCBe7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/6h-lYEOKJDI/s1600-h/c1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343916210302057394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilneuCBe7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/6h-lYEOKJDI/s320/c1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 291px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 194px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilnKqz-lMI/AAAAAAAAADs/FldLlyOAhOI/s1600-h/c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343915865840456898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilnKqz-lMI/AAAAAAAAADs/FldLlyOAhOI/s320/c.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 193px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 159px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kate beckinsale - kristen stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at the resemblance..&lt;br /&gt;figures why i found kristen familiar when i 1st saw Twilight's poster..&lt;br /&gt;they might not pass as twins but they could be sisters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilkJq2x21I/AAAAAAAAADc/e5sRwkyPSvE/s1600-h/b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912550137453394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilkJq2x21I/AAAAAAAAADc/e5sRwkyPSvE/s320/b.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 217px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 145px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilkgNcvvqI/AAAAAAAAADk/oDXbvxifRps/s1600-h/b1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912937380626082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilkgNcvvqI/AAAAAAAAADk/oDXbvxifRps/s320/b1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 242px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 203px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dino imperial - young jake thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacute kasi si dino kaya kamukha niya yung bata..&lt;br /&gt;but jake's all grown up now and he's cuter than ever. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-137299147527529326?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/137299147527529326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=137299147527529326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/137299147527529326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/137299147527529326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/judge-my-eyes-part-2without-much-to.html' title='judge my eyes part 2..(without much to say.lol)'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/SilQTFt2pVI/AAAAAAAAADE/PLSnEyjc-PQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-2164091312618408951</id><published>2009-04-07T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:23:14.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U-turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0157_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0157_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i could've used "&lt;strong&gt;why drivers always stuck their middle finger out&lt;/strong&gt;" as the title of this post but i think this one adds up to my theatrics. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina pumunta kaming mega mall para i-meet yung business partner ng tita ko.. eh biglang sinabi diretso na lang daw sa glorieta so ayun, as we got out from the parkinglot, there came our dilemma...we couldn't find a friggin' U-turn! we drove some kilometers just to get to the other lane with the matching traffic and some a-hole drivers. and when i say a-hole drivers, yun yung mga sobrang pasaway.gr. katulad nung cr-v na biglang rumagasa sa tabi namin. tumama side mirror niya sa sasakyan namin. buti nga sa kanya na-fold yung side mirror niya.bwaha. anyway..bsta madaming pasaway sa kalye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0155_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0155_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hallelujah-bamboo.blog.friendster.com/files/img_0157_edited1.jpg" mce_href="http://hallelujah-bamboo.blog.friendster.com/files/img_0157_edited1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0158_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0158_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0154_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0154_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at our highways. super layo ng mga U-turn slots that you'll be wasting so much fuel just to get to the other lane.. kanina may mga naglilinis ng fences sa gitna ng highway na parang hindi nila napapansin hindi pa sila natatapos sa isa, madumi na kaagad ulit-and what would one expect? high way 'yon..haha! yung dinadaanang interchange sa C5.. i mean, those kind of structures use big bucks.. includingthose fences and the salaries of the people who 'clean' 'em.. there goes our tax.. my point is, are those even necessary? or do we just love spending so much? if it is for discipline, just where exactly are those disciplined drivers?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0165_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/IMG_0165_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a third world country suffering poverty yet just can't get enough of our expenses.. lol. i wonder who enjoys the oh-so-adorable tarps of our beloved politicians hangin g all over the highways . they look so cute on it. specially the one folding his hands and having a pink background.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-2164091312618408951?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2164091312618408951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=2164091312618408951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2164091312618408951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2164091312618408951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-turn.html' title='U-turn'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-9146408909639798935</id><published>2009-03-22T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:47:14.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>socialism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-okay. i don't even know if there's such word. it's not with in the boundaries of my vocabulary.. my social life is a big zero these days.. sometimes i just don't know how to deal with '&lt;em&gt;earthlings&lt;/em&gt;' anymore -- i'm so attached to my self-made world that i almost lost connection to the 'real' world(there's more explanation why i'd put quotation marks on the word &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;--reality is almost relative for me nowadays)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 500px; height: 500px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/45945077_4ea4fafaff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our lunch time scenario just this noon is another proof that i'm a loner--i'd rather be alone than try to be sociable. it was like i was watching a 3-D movie..only it wasn't even close to a bad movie--it's beyond bad. our dinning table was full of &lt;em&gt;chatters&lt;/em&gt;. one started to tell a story;as usual, it was about her being the protagonist of all time,self-shiznitter and all those stuff.. and then the another one started a conversation even though the former haven't finished her self-appraisal yet. and then my &lt;em&gt;wapanese&lt;/em&gt; cousin was suddenly being a &lt;em&gt;wamerican&lt;/em&gt; spilling some 'trivias' with his as-a-matter-of-fact tone as usual. another one gave her opinions and related a story. i could see in another one's eyes lack of interest--just too exited to tell her own story.. one was also full of nonsense &lt;em&gt;trivias&lt;/em&gt; of her own..and then almost everyone was talking at the same period of time--&lt;em&gt;the dinning room of big mouths&lt;/em&gt;. i was watching them as it turned in slow motion and zoomed to their mouths. as if i was not there and i was only watching them on screen..i was almost near dizziness as i stood and drank a glass of water. i ran upstairs onto a bed and hugged my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i was delusional at that time. maybe there's something wrong with me--not that i should go see a &lt;em&gt;technician&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;tighten the bolts on my processing unit&lt;/em&gt;. or maybe it's just because they over talked and though i was used to it, i turned sick of it already.. or maybe i spent too much of my time being alone that's why i get shocked sometimes-or even bitter..i don't know.. it only makes me laugh now when i try remember it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-9146408909639798935?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9146408909639798935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=9146408909639798935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/9146408909639798935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/9146408909639798935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2009/03/socialism.html' title='socialism'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7895274731849272836</id><published>2009-03-01T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:42:50.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>age discrimination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i desperately need a job..to prove that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been in all freaking  job fairs i knew but i am just not that qualified. why? &lt;strong&gt;because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just darn 17&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'v&lt;/span&gt; even passed an initial interview for a certain call center but i was dumped on the final because of my age..there's only 6 months left and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; turning 18. i can not wait for 6 long months more. how could i survive for crap's sake. why do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;.who-ever-he-is had to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;'  labor code that prohibits us minors to earn money?can't they understand that not everyone has the capacity to be smart and be a scholar so that he/she could go to school even he/she doesn't have the parents , who are actually supposed to be in charge, to  support em?? they're so proud of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' code because they thought they've saved many minors because of it. well crap!! kill me if  you haven't seen minors work at the street earning &lt;strong&gt;coins&lt;/strong&gt; because they can't have descent jobs. they're all about talk and brag. anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just be wasting my time if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; go through this topic further.. bottom line is, i need a job. do you know a descent job that accepts a 17 yr old?please let me know. leave a comment. or text me.09207503821. thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7895274731849272836?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7895274731849272836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7895274731849272836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7895274731849272836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7895274731849272836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2009/03/age-discrimination.html' title='age discrimination'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7960249816570613159</id><published>2008-11-27T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:34:38.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>judge my eyes..</title><content type='html'>is it just me or do these stars look like twins???=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=palincopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/palincopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah Palin-Tina Fey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;controversial former Republican vp candidate and the Emmy award winning actress. Okay, okay. I’ve noticed it because Tina impersonated her in SNL that was always shown in sneak peek form in E! News. I have to say, Tina Fey is so-much-more-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;very pretty than sarah.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fox.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Megan Fox - Bárbara Mori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The always-included-in-the-A-list sexy Megan and Barbara who’s also sexy and famous to us Filipinos as Rosalinda. Just look at their facial features. So much alike to me. Barbara looks more similar to Megan than Angelina does but Angelina-Megan pair up is more famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=knightlry.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/knightlry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keira Knightley - Natalie Portman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that Keira, before starring in the highly successful 'Pirates of the Caribbean' franchise, began her career playing one of Queen Amidala's companions and decoys in the first 'Star Wars' prequel. In fact, she got the job because she looked so much like Natalie. I’m still confused sometimes!lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=betty.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/betty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;America Ferrera - Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ugly Betty’s America Ferrera had finally found her twin in the body of American Idol Jordin Sparks. Just look at their cheekbones. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bettycopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/bettycopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johnny Depp - Skeet Ulrich&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jack Sparrow kinda looks like Skeet Ulrich--who I do not really know. lol! I just found his picture and thought he was Johnny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wood.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/wood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elijah Wood - Daniel Radcliffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Elijah Wood - Daniel Radcliffe&lt;br /&gt;both have acted in such successful franchises 'Lord of the Rings' and 'Harry Potter.' poor daniel's always mistaken as elijah in Australia. tsk.tsk. can you believe he just signed a fan's album using Elijah's name to avoid disapointment?? They look alike especially with all those beards and mustache.lol. Elijah’s hotter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/jes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jessica Alba - Marlene Favela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The owner of a face I really wanna have and also always included in A-list, Jessica Alba, and Marlene Favela, who is a star of a ‘telenovela’ which I forgot the title.XD don’t they just look alike? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=juliAN.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/juliAN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian McMahon - Matthew Rhys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They could easily pass as brothers, wouldn't you agree? Julian of Fantastic 4 and Mat of Brothers&amp;amp;Sisters showed in Studio23 here in the Philippines. I just didn’t get their angle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=will.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/will.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will Ferrell – Chad Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The Comedian with his latest movie, Step Brothers, and the drummer of Red Hot Chili Peppers. Won’t pass as just brothers. Their twins! =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=russell.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/russell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Russell crowe – ben mckenzie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On my view, the Gladiator looks like a lil older version of ben who has a self-titled show. Whatya think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ben.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/ben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben Affleck - Matthew Fox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I was just unable to find the right pictures. But they’d still pass as brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sadam.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/sadam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saddam Hussein – Victor French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Haha! No comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=free.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/free.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kofi Annan of Ghana - Morgan Freeman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Nations Secretary and the actor. Okay. Not so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/mup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donatella Versace - Janice the Muppet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHAHA! peace. it’s kind of a very flattering statement for Janice.haha. Donatella’s a fashion icon(duh.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Versace) she’s got a lot of money. Ka-ching!$ ka-ching!$ xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=clay.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/clay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clay Aiken - Chucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The Broadway star and the serial killer-- who happens to be a doll. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=david.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/david.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Archuleta - Eddie Munster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The singer, and the CBS sitcom star. What a match. lol. I would not have included this coz I love Archie but heck, it won’t hurt. hehe. Besides, Eddie’s cute too. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cher.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/cher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna - Cher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;there’s not much to say. They’re famous enough. And they look like each other with the exception to their smile.lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of course, I’ve added some of our very own actresses who look like Hollywood stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=reg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/reg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regine Tolentino – Ashley Tisdale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It took me some time to find their picture coz I forgot Regine’s name!gr! plus, I can’t find the right picture where they could really be compared good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=demi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/demi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Demi Lovato – Lea Salongga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;the first time I saw Demi on Camp Rock, i’ve noticed the similarity, especially when she sang &lt;i&gt;This Is Me&lt;/i&gt; while playing the piano. I just couldn’t find a younger picture of lea with her bangs too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=auring.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/auring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madam Auring – Michael Jackson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay. They don’t look that similar at all. But they’re connected by the looks of something. Can’t say. I can be sued. Haha. Peace. If it takes me off the hook, I’ll say MJ was handsome – before he turned into something like this.lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=poks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/poks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pokwang – Lucy Liu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Admit it. They do look alike. My cousin is appealing here. Are they both hot? I think it’s in the eyes and jaw and I don’t know. Maybe they’re separated at birth.LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So that’s about it. I can’t get a name off the tip of my tongue but I know there are so many celebs who seems separated at birth. If you can remember one except above, you add it on the comments.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh! i almost forgot two of my fave!=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1297507205_3020a0b8bb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/1297507205_3020a0b8bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hannah Montana - Miley Cyrus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"it's really you but no one ever discovered?"hehe.ü i just love miley and her show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cheerleader.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l320/unwanted_95/cheerleader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Penelope - Amanda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;they're both from &lt;i&gt;The Amanda Show.&lt;/i&gt; the star and her number 1 fan. ironic, isn't it?lol! it's just so sad they've never EVER met..XD but seriously, it really didn't occur to other viewers that they look absolutely the same! &lt;b&gt;like they are just one person!&lt;/b&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7960249816570613159?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7960249816570613159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7960249816570613159&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7960249816570613159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7960249816570613159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/11/judge-my-eyes.html' title='judge my eyes..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-8111963928854820025</id><published>2008-11-27T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:05:12.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies.movies.movies.</title><content type='html'>i've been a litl bit hooked up with the movies lately(it's the best i can do.haha. so to help atleast&lt;br /&gt;maybe someone(haha) which movie to watch in cinemas or dvd to rent, listed 'em &amp;amp; gave my not-so-intellligent reasons why other people(if not i) watched these films and short comments. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020mxfzpJAFgAJYGjzbkF/SIG=12bv6qgik/EXP=1228656945/**http%3A//www.firstshowing.net/img/bolt-firstlook-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLT (2008)- aside from i like miley and mr. travolta, Bolt's so cute!!!=D the movie's so nice. i cried.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S02057gDpJnbsA2vyjzbkF/SIG=12hqegjto/EXP=1228657147/**http%3A//images.contactmusic.com/images/reviews2/changeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGELING(2008) - starring ANGELINA JOLIE&lt;br /&gt;-okay. it's so obvious why. lol! it's based from a true story. though i'm kinda sad coz it's not one of her thrilling movies. it's a drama for crap's sake!gr. but that's okay. she still rocks. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bHJGhzpJlnYBVWOjzbkF/SIG=13q2p5j4a/EXP=1228658886/**http%3A//l.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/mgm/college/college_bigposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE -(2008) Drake Bell&lt;br /&gt;-uhm. maybe coz i'm in college too. lol. i don't know.. the movie's kida familiar. it's actually like Naked Mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0207tgTpJnbsALTOjzbkF/SIG=12n9q3cgl/EXP=1228657517/**http%3A//barros.rusf.ru/films/posters/superhero_movie_2008_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERHERO MOVIE(2008) - Drake Bell.again.&lt;br /&gt;-i was just curious how Drake performed 2 movies showed on the same year..plus, the trailer's funny. it just has a stain of lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020xbgjpJjBIAgXSjzbkF/SIG=12kh1g8pd/EXP=1228657627/**http%3A//www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/05/06/twilight-teaser-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT (2008)- Robert Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;-robert is a hottie as they say, it's really a plus plus plus factor for the movie. another reason is that it was based on a best selling-book..or maybe it's actually the other way around. the book's almost harder to find now coz it's "in". other non-novel-readers buy it though they really don't wanna read it. harhar. number three, the tagline is catchy(my opinion.=D) and also the trailer. and oh, have i mentioned that robert is a hottie?lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bF8oiTpJMoIBFzijzbkF/SIG=12rcncmrq/EXP=1228659368/**http%3A//l.yimg.com/img.omg.yahoo.com/omg/us/img/1d/c4/2242_319610978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZACK AND MIRI MAKE A PORNO(2008) - Seth Rogen, Elisabeth Banks&lt;br /&gt;-because of it's title!LOLSH! of course i'm kidding douche. i haven't watched it. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020yKlDpJuxsA_j.jzbkF/SIG=135tn6scp/EXP=1228662282/**http%3A//www.wallpaperez.net/wallpaper/movie/Madagascar-2-The-Crate-Escape-1615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADAGASCAR 2(2008) - Ben Stiller&lt;br /&gt;-because i like Skipper!lol! it's so funny.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bDu_iTpJb3QBh9ajzbkF/SIG=12dcn4f07/EXP=1228659519/**http%3A//screenrant.com/images/quantum-of-solace-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANTUM OF SOLACE(2008) - Daniel Craig&lt;br /&gt;-can i say because of his blue piercing eyes that have the liscence to kill?! suweet. make you melt!XD and of course, James Bond is a legend that pobably became a reason it became a hit. but it's not a movie for me.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bF8jijpJ7AkAfhqjzbkF/SIG=13r7o6u5a/EXP=1228659619/**http%3A//movies.clevver.com/photos/86211/240/240/the-sisterhood-of-the-traveling-pants-2-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTERHOOD OF TRAVELING PANTS 2(2008) - Ugly Betty, Gossip Girl girl, and the two others.XD&lt;br /&gt;- i was just so curious with the title. hehe. &amp;amp; the trailer was good. the movie was nice. they went all the way to Greece just to find the pants!:D sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bDm4ijpJbXYAh0ejzbkF/SIG=12osh5a32/EXP=1228659768/**http%3A//www.filmtotaal.nl/images/newscontent/simpsonsmovie/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SIMPSONS MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;- i just watched it because of my cousin. but it's lame i tell you.. liyeeem!!!! i so hate hector simpson-everyday!haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/2787466691_7c56d31a2f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH(2008) - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;-so intriguing for me. had no clue of the storyline before i watched and it was out in cinemas only after 5 long years. the movie is good but has a sad ending. very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2w54tav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCCERMOM(2008) - Emily Osment&lt;br /&gt;-because i love Emily aka lilly Tcot slash lola luftnagle XD. i love the movie. it's so touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020w1kzpJEyIACyujzbkF/SIG=12osma3r6/EXP=1228661941/**http%3A//stageandcinema.com/kung%2520fu%2520panda%25203%2520poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG FU PANDA(2008) - Angelina JOLIE and Jackie Chan were there.&lt;br /&gt;-figure! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020oflDpJ4A4AakSjzbkF/SIG=12a7ka25a/EXP=1228662175/**http%3A//www.seanhagen.ca/images/moviePosters/Wanted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTED(2008)&lt;br /&gt;-duh?! Angelina. of course.:D really great! no money and time wasted.ü lurve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bF_hjzpJ9gQAqrOjzbkF/SIG=12cmb8e4n/EXP=1228661089/**http%3A//www.hailafilm.ro/images/postere/step_brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP BROTHERS(2008)- Will Ferrell, John i-don't-know&lt;br /&gt;-damn! Will Ferrell really looks so much like Red Hot's Chad Smith. except that, i didn't like the movie so much. i just watched i coz of my couzin.again. it's about a couple of douche bags that also look like nutbags at times. you can't really tell. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also included not-so-recent movies that can be found in rentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bF8.kDpJ9gQAp9KjzbkF/SIG=12nl6n142/EXP=1228661182/**http%3A//www.crankycritic.com/archive/posters/shawshankredemption.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION(1994) - Morgan Freeman&lt;br /&gt;-really really not new.:D i've watched it long before and i watched it again. why watch? it's teh number one movie of all time, that's why! it's touching, genius, blabla. a story of hope. but kinda gross if you'd imagine how one could crawl inside a narrow tunnel full of crap! watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bDqWkDpJn_QAEiOjzbkF/SIG=125dtcq0i/EXP=1228661270/**http%3A//tommy2.net/2006newsgraphics/bringiton3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT ON 3(2006) - Hayden Panettierre&lt;br /&gt;-all because i love hayden.lol."save the cheerleader,save the world"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bDookTpJNfcAm6mjzbkF/SIG=13380n09p/EXP=1228661416/**http%3A//blognitivedissonance.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/juno-poster2-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO(2007) - Ellen Page&lt;br /&gt;-i actually watched it because of it's poster!lol. but it's great. so is the soundtrack.cool movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please help me too.. suggest some good movies=] pls..=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-8111963928854820025?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8111963928854820025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=8111963928854820025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8111963928854820025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8111963928854820025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/11/moviesmoviesmovies.html' title='movies.movies.movies.'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/2787466691_7c56d31a2f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4763724223114320471</id><published>2008-11-23T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:25:30.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE DO NOT READ...</title><content type='html'>hey, you've read the title, right?? so if you're still reading, then probably: A. reverse psychology works for you; B. you just want to waste your time; or C. you just looove breaking the rules.lol.. So the punishment of being one of those three is spending the next minutes of your life reading the randomness of my thoughts. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blog for like 2 months now. i was just too "busy" watching movies. now here i am scribbling again because i have pretty much no one to talk to..you know, one who can understand me...like a bff.. not like i have so much to tell though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my 'wildest' dreams as a kid has come true.. you know, i used to wish for unlimited access to TV slash movies slash internet,sleep as late as i want to, and everything i want to do. and guess what, now i have all the time in the world! yee-ha! of course you know what i mean. so now almost everyday, i have all the time to be with Spikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it wasn't for Spikey, i don't know how else could i make the hands of the clock turn around and make it tick then tack. so it's me and Spikey now. friends forever. LOLSM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i've mentioned Spikey's name for over three times(now's fourth)but i haven't introduced him. he's actually the laptop. you see, i'm so addicted to the virtual world now that i almost don't wanna be separated from it. maybe it's because it's my one ticket to escape from the real world...coz right now i feel like a douche bag in the real world. i don't know my worth and my future. but until things'll be certain to me, i decided to continue to be the virtual zealot because it's all i can have as a therapy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, have i mentioned i had been having headaches when waking up? i think i've found out the answer yesterday.--i think it's because i have so pleasant dreams that i wanted to stay there and not wake up and face reality again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4763724223114320471?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4763724223114320471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4763724223114320471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4763724223114320471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4763724223114320471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-do-not-read.html' title='PLEASE DO NOT READ...'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4888016385470021271</id><published>2008-10-03T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:41:18.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'pagpag'</title><content type='html'>i've just watched an episode of a tv show called 'the correspondents'. the topic was about people who get left-overs from the garbage..and what's next? they recook them..and EAT them.can you just imagine a garbage bag full of yucky stuff? i'm sure you won't even drink from someone else's cup if you don't know him. but them, they eat food from the garbage. some would even sell it. many of them depend on it as their way of living. they don't have much choice. they don't know other job. they don't have money to buy the right food.anytime they could just die because of illness from the dirty food they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine their life. other people do not realise that. they frown infront of their dining tables because they don't like the menu for the day or they're dreaming for a better one. they don't even know how to thank God for it. some people just don't know how to appreciate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4888016385470021271?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4888016385470021271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4888016385470021271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4888016385470021271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4888016385470021271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/10/pagpag.html' title='&apos;pagpag&apos;'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1521678909805409173</id><published>2008-09-01T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:35:25.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU...yes you...you are very rich...=]</title><content type='html'>A tax assessor came one day to a certain Christian to determine the amount of taxes he would have to pay. The following conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What property do you possess?" asked the assessor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a very wealthy man," replied the Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"List your possessions, please," the assessor instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christian said: "1, I have everlasting life, John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, I have a mansion in heaven, John 14:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, I have peace that passes allunderstanding, Philippians 4:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, I have joy unspeakable, 1 Peter 1:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5, I have divine love which never fails, 1 Corinthians 13:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6, I have a faithful wife, Proverbs 31:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7, I have healthy, happy obedient children, Exodus 20:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8, I have true, loyal friends, Proverbs 18:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9, I have songs in the night, Psalms 42:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10, I have a crown of life, James 1:12"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tax assessor closed his book, and said, "Truly you are a very rich man, but your property is not subject to taxation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that all of us will have this kind of tax free "wealth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a richly blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1521678909805409173?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1521678909805409173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1521678909805409173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1521678909805409173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1521678909805409173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/09/youyes-youyou-are-very-rich.html' title='YOU...yes you...you are very rich...=]'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-203213195584511547</id><published>2008-08-19T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:44:09.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diyantrisikstin</title><content type='html'>i just have to tell everyone that i felt so happy last Sunday. not because of any anybody or any material stuff but because i felt His love again. i know, He never did stop loving anyone of us but sometimes it's just up to us if we let Him in our hearts or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really does things at the right time. just when i decided to live a not-so-Christian life, He really made a way to tell me NO.&lt;br /&gt;it was like He was calling me. i made up my mind not to attend mass that day and have a long day of rest. but 3 of my friends invited me to their church. separately. hehe. so i really felt like i have to go with one of them. uninterestedly, i went with one because we really had talked about going out and eating. on the way, i found myself in a jeep listening to a preacher. she was talking about God's love for us. i was just so amazed that she did that for God even if only two of all the passengers are listening..even if some think she's out of her mind..even if others weren't so polite and didn't know the word &lt;em&gt;respect&lt;/em&gt;.she gave all her effort just to let us understand the reading. i asked myself "You're a Christian. right? Why can't you be like her?".. i felt ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? i received 4 signs that He really wants me back. but still, i wasn't that convinced[and i call myself a Christian?! tisk tisk].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't attend a Catholic mass. she brought me to a fellowship. i saw all the instruments and the stage, and all the cool stuff.. ooohh.. and 'ooopps! stop right there girl. you are not gonna buy that again. you've been in this scenario before. remember? being a &lt;a href="http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/08/worshipful-dummies.html"&gt;worshipful dummy&lt;/a&gt;?' i was so scared that i might want to join them just because i &lt;em&gt;enjoyed&lt;/em&gt; and not because of the true meaning of worship. but the 'mass'(i don't know how they call it) went really well. in fact, it was so well that i'm thinking of being converted. yes, i enjoyed. i enjoyed because i really felt His presence. i enjoyed because i think, it's what he wants for me. i enjoyed because i can clearly understand the preaching of their pastor and can really relate to it. i want to go there every Sunday. i want to learn more about their church before i get converted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."&lt;br /&gt;-john 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--of all the verses in the bible, this is the only one in my memory. this verse keeps me going. and this verse makes me want to read all the other verses.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end this post, i just wanna leave you this short message: If only we let Him in our hearts, He will never &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; go out. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nR1cz1aq7e"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nR1cz1aq7e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/estiva/music/LWphUHmK/xtreme_worship_the_heart_of_worship/"&gt;The Heart Of Worship - XTREME WORSHIP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-203213195584511547?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/203213195584511547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=203213195584511547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/203213195584511547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/203213195584511547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/08/diyantrisikstin.html' title='diyantrisikstin'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1952733223544046361</id><published>2008-08-14T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:38:10.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worshipful dummies..</title><content type='html'>i've thought of writing this post a long time ago, back then when i attended a fellowship. i just didn't have the time. .to clear things up, it's not within my intentions to offend people.. it's just that sometimes i, too, follow along this wrong track.. sometimes, i tend to just believe in what is convenient for me to believe. sometimes we really forget about the real meaning of worship.&lt;br /&gt;often times when i attend fellowships or church meetings, i see people singing songs of praise with all their efforts looking like they really mean what they're saying. they even clap their hands and sway their bodies with the worship songs like they are really devoted to it.. and the only thing missing in the scene is a halo for everyone!.. some kneel. some even cry as if they realize their mistakes and are ready to surrender their lives to Him. and believe me, they are convincing.. when i was new in this business, i'm always left teary-eyed because of amazement to these people. teary-eyed trying to ask myself 'why can't i be like them?'why can't i do this and that..&lt;br /&gt;now, after having my fair share of it, i'm still left with a question. but a different one: "what's worship after all?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call them worship dummies. well, actually, sometimes i tend to become one of them.. they are the people i've mentioned above, whom at times, look like very religious people almost waiting to be canonized by the pope!some even criticize others who do not go to church that often..but you know what?i was very disappointed when i saw the real them out of their churches.without their religious masks. it seems they don't apply the meaning of their songs on daily basis. some act worse than those who do not attend mass that often. it really hurts to see those people who i used to admire going around messing up with their saint-like images.. boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many forms of worship other than singing. i'm not saying we must stop doing it. what i'm saying is, before singing with those matching tears then raising your hand or other actions, or doing even any form of worship, think first. do you really know the meaning of what you are doing? do you really mean it?do you really offer it to God??.. coz if you're just going to church to see someone,,if you switch religion just because it's fun being in their group,, if you're just singing the worship songs because you like the melody,,or just to impress people,,--- then you're just a jerk wasting your time messing up with the image of godly people.  worst is, you're an ass using God's name for your sake. you're worshipping the song dude. you're worshipping the enjoyment you'll experience. not Him. i've had my fair share of being one of you. now i've realized. i'm not that faithful at all. well at least i don't put His name in vain.. at least i don't worship musical pieces. at least i don't worship people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's nothing wrong in these forms of worship. i salute to all those pastors and fellowship groups. the wrong thing is the people who contaminate  them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1952733223544046361?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1952733223544046361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1952733223544046361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1952733223544046361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1952733223544046361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/08/worshipful-dummies.html' title='worshipful dummies..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-6213351139639326122</id><published>2008-08-13T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:09:48.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino deeds revealed in jeepneys..</title><content type='html'>my only way of transporting back and forth my school and our house is the very famous jeepneys here in the Philippines. first, because it's way cheaper than any other rides, second, they come with free hair blower(haha) and last but definitely not the least, i have no choice!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/476616586_edb55c1ee0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/476616586_edb55c1ee0.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The Pinoy Jeepney-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;[thanks to jay!!!! on flickr.com for the upload]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually enjoy riding it.. i'm the kind of person who likes to observe(in tagalog, usisera!haha!).. i always observe my fellow passengers for me to not get bored while travelling. i've witnessed many deeds being done in the four sides of the said transportation device. and indeed, they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; very pinoy.! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one very often scene in the jeepney is when one passenger pays for his fare and he sits far from the driver. he will ask(not command) a person to pass it on to another person, and to another, and to another(well, you get the point) until the money gets in the hands of the driver. he also use the very polite pinoy words which are 'po and opo'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another scene is when one passenger has with him kids. (kids are not obliged to pay  if they just sit on the lap of the older person he's with). another passenger would volunteer to let the other kid sit on his lap given the fact that he doesn't even know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when an old person enters, almost everyone will be concerned and would try to help him get in and sit down safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really don't have money, other jeepney drivers let you ride provided that you'll hang at the back and hold tightly. or if you are a poor little kid, he'll let you get in if there are still available seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/197/519679083_3834433f7b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;four guys hanging and sitting behind the jeepney. but i bet they paid. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;they don't look like they don't have money.hehe.. i think there's just no seats available.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;thanks to manfrommanila on Flick.com for the upload&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody rides jeepneys. we don't pick who's gonna be at our sides or what kind of jeepney we ride. we don't care how it smells whenever. everyone moves closer to each other so that other people can be able to ride too..plus, we don't take advantage of the driver's memory if we have paid or not. their slogan is "God knows Hudas not pay"--a typical filipino joke which really means God knows WHO DOES not pay."Hudas" is the tagalog name for JUDAS (as in Judas Escariot. a biblical character who betrayed his Master).it is a playful way of saying that you are like Judas if you don't pay your jeepney fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/224/477863630_7c769ece07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/224/477863630_7c769ece07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; two persons making their selves fit on the single seat at the front.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's the saying at the upper right portion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;thanks to jobbaracuda on Flickr.com for the upload&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/2258/2100457746_34971ef0ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/2258/2100457746_34971ef0ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;a lady making sure she pays her fare before the jeepney gets filled with passengers and she forgets to do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;thanks to angrylittleboy on Flickr.com for the upload&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the pinoy jeepney. and that's the pinoy spirit..=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-6213351139639326122?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6213351139639326122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=6213351139639326122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6213351139639326122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6213351139639326122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/08/filipino-deeds-revealed-in-jeepneys.html' title='Filipino deeds revealed in jeepneys..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7533519575783895735</id><published>2008-07-06T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:57:38.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted..(a movie review)</title><content type='html'>what if one day someone told you that all you lived for was not really the life for you? that you're a totally different person..then you found out that all of those were another set of lies...and the risk of believing?--is your real father dying on your own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose your destiny..&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/2558234766_22a70197af.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/2558234766_22a70197af.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELINA JOLIE as Fox and JAMES MCAVOY (driver's side mirror) as Wesley in the fantasy-thriller that tells the tale of an apathetic nobody's transformation into an unparalleled enforcer of justice--Wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/2596700474_f357348fd9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/2596700474_f357348fd9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2596705120_05a90b0eae.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2596705120_05a90b0eae.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love her.and her body. kainggit. grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2596709344_b50e53e411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2596709344_b50e53e411.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swexy. when could i get my tatoo dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/2596713474_564af639d5.jpg?"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/2596713474_564af639d5.jpg?" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool gun =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. ganda talaga ng movie. angelina jolie. i love you talaga.galing mo! ganda pa. haha! action movie na naiyak ako, ganda ng 'the moves' nla. nganganga ka talaga. hehe. nood kayo. the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7533519575783895735?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7533519575783895735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7533519575783895735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7533519575783895735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7533519575783895735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanteda-movie-review.html' title='Wanted..(a movie review)'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2596709344_b50e53e411_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1281620236535876905</id><published>2008-06-20T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:25:55.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog.blog.blog.i.miss.blogging.he.he.he</title><content type='html'>guess what. i'm in our school's computer room. hehe. i've finished our task earlier than my other classmates so i'm taking the chance to use the internet.bwaha.i'm lucky blogpot isn't blocked here..&lt;br /&gt;one problem. what am i gonna post here. i'm not prepared with a topic!.. hmm. okay. i'll call it "my everyday life"..heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on weekdays i usually wake up around 8am(if i wake up earlier, i'll be the one who'll buy bread!).. then i'll eat breakfast. hot pandesal filled with cheese and dipped in hot chocolate(i don't just drink.i dip.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast, i'll fix myself and if i don't have homeworks, i'll help in our refilling station.i wash bottles!psehwey. at around 11, i'll eat lunch and take a bath.getting ready for school. i'll take few steps to the highway and run to the nearest jeepney passing by.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, it's either i wait for a jeepney right infront of our school or if i'm hungry, i'll take a walk to a nearby ministop. i'll buy my favorite kariman.hehe. then i'll take an overpass again and ride a jeepney. going back to marikina, we would pass by a bridge going up then down. i love the nice view of marikina when we're at the peek so i'll stop eavesdropping or observing other passengers when we're there.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take a walk going home again and sleep. then wake up for dinner and watch tv. and sleep. the end. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1281620236535876905?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1281620236535876905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1281620236535876905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1281620236535876905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1281620236535876905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogblogblogimissblogginghehehe_20.html' title='blog.blog.blog.i.miss.blogging.he.he.he'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4007435029965387257</id><published>2008-06-08T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:38:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moved on XD</title><content type='html'>i now officially announce that i've moved on.haha!--from pity party.. i don't feel bad for myself that much anymore. even when i'm being surrounded by smart people. haha! i.don't.care.. i almost felt proud that i didn't pass. hahaha.kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend invited me to come with them on their outing. with their mentor and other scholars form &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; university(you know what i mean.haha). we've visited coffee-painter sunshine plata. i tell you. she's cool! hehe. her works are amazing. i love the sketches she showed us(she told us those were just doodlings she made &lt;strong&gt;while in class&lt;/strong&gt;!!haha. but they were great).. i just listened to their "journalistic" actual interview with her. one of us asked her how she came up with using coffee as a medium of painting. her answer was quite funny. she said that she asked money from her mother to buy oil paint. her mother told her it was too expensive but then she bargained for just three--the primary colors. then she went to the store and asked for the price of one but she was answered like "mahal 'yon miss eh"("it's too expensive miss").. haha. she told us she was like "ouch. feeling niya hindi ko kayang bilhin 'yon. oo nga di ko kaya pero humingi naman ako ng pera ah.hehehe" while laughing. then she decided not to buy instead. she said she had the idea when she saw a signature of an artist using coffee.. and that was it. instead of expensive paints, why not use coffee?.. smart decision.hehe. i really adored her works. i know she'll be really famous someday. and guess what. she from marikina too. kabayan.. hehehe.. unfortunately, i was too shy to take a picture of her with me. haha. never mind. cheers for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the chitchats with her, we went boating by the riverbanks. yehey.. hehe. it was fun. and tiresome too. and for a long time i stayed here, i didn't know i can rent a bike there. looks like i found a new hang out place. hehe.. we went to see the word's largest shoe in the riverbanks mall(i've seen it for how many times already but never tried to touch or even come close).. and after that.,. a couple of talks and walks then they decided to go back to diliman. i was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the long day, i treated myself with my favorite frost blend and some munchkins(coz i only have a hundred bucks left!).. and then i realized.. i do not envy smart people anymore. i don't feel sorry for myself coz i did not pass upcat. bwahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4007435029965387257?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4007435029965387257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4007435029965387257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4007435029965387257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4007435029965387257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/06/moved-on-xd.html' title='moved on XD'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-3480369534548230521</id><published>2008-06-05T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:13:34.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick but deep post</title><content type='html'>since i don't have enough time to think about what to post here coz i'm just in a cafe., i've thought about posting this. i don't watch all their episodes as i wish coz i don't have much time for TV anymore. but this one line by Dr. Burke stayed in my mind(char.hehe).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The most interesting thing about heart transplant is that one completely loses his own heart and be replaced with someone else’s yet still has the feelings for the same person he/she loves. This proves that love works in the minds of people and not in their hearts. Bottom line is, love is a state of mind. You’ll learn how to forget only if you try doing so…" - Dr. Burke, Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can scribble my own original thoughts here on my posts again someday. huhu. pathetic. haha. i'm not the kind of blogger who writes on a paper first. i'm too lazy for that. haha! and it just feels different.. oh well. that's all for now.. wish me luck for parting cafes.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-3480369534548230521?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3480369534548230521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=3480369534548230521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3480369534548230521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3480369534548230521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/06/quick-but-deep-post.html' title='quick but deep post'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-9095996424514696175</id><published>2008-05-17T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T05:38:23.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey jude</title><content type='html'>hey jude! this cute lil kid's talking to you. listen this time..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="323"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.2" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=7658684&amp;vid=2521693&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/sch/cn/video03/2521693_rnd99732e7a_19.jpg&amp;embed=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="323" allowFullScreen="true" flashVars="id=7658684&amp;vid=2521693&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/sch/cn/video03/2521693_rnd99732e7a_19.jpg&amp;embed=1" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kid's really cute, isn't he?=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-9095996424514696175?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9095996424514696175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=9095996424514696175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/9095996424514696175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/9095996424514696175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-jude.html' title='hey jude'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1271277166346205218</id><published>2008-05-14T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:08:14.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears vs rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;may 12, 2008. Monday. a not-so-good day for me. i just heard something that's actually not that bad but enough to make me explode. it made me think:"that's it! i had enough of everything already. enough of my ever miserable life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have too many problems; family, brain, money, and more on family.. i felt all alone. nobody cared to asked if i'm okay. i don't have anyone to talk to. i have problems on controlling my tears, you know. so i hid in a dark room where i can let it all out. i don't want anyone to see me. they'll never understand me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was. still trying to stop my freagin' tears. i'm a failure. it was so hard coz i have to make no sound.. if people in the Oscar's could only see me that very moment, boy i could be nominated as a drama queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minutes passed but i'm still crying. damn.. it suddenly rained. it rained hard. i could see the raindrops outside the window. then tracing where it came from, i ended up looking at the sky. heaven. i thought of God. why? why did He gave me this life?! why does He want me to be miserable?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked back at the rain drops. then i saw my tear drops on the floor. it almost evaporated. but the rain drops didn't. it made up a flood. then i've realized one thing that struck me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my tears are nothing in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. i thought of other street children who only wished to eat three times a day but they can't. and still they don't lose hope. they still portray happy faces. and here i am. i can eat whenever i want to. i go to school. i stay in a comfortable house but here i am. crying my soul out. blaming God for everyting. i've realized that there's a lot more problems in this world worse than mine.  if we sum it all up, my problems could be invisible.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God made it rain for me to realize that my tears are nothing compared to it. that my problems are nothing compared to others'. i learned to count my blessings. and at the end of the day, i realized that i'm lucky. no. more than that, i'm &lt;strong&gt;blessed. no more tears&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/8590636532163487905-1271277166346205218?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1271277166346205218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1271277166346205218&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1271277166346205218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1271277166346205218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/05/tears-vs-rain.html' title='tears vs rain'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-6418612963302096763</id><published>2008-05-10T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:11:35.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mother's day mom..</title><content type='html'>happy mom's day to the one who brought me out to this world. thanks a lot =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you're very happy and contented with your life now.where ever you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you'd like to know how my life's goes right now(&lt;em&gt;just in case&lt;/em&gt;), well i;m fine. fine as hell. haha! kidding. i'm a-ok. thanks to my dad and my loving aunt(dad's sister). they gave their best to raise me as i am today. not that perfect but at least i've survived. thank God i'm alive!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i think you want to know how your ex-favorit son's going. he's fine. i think so. he's still actually waiting for you. pathetic. tsk2. he's wasted. and oh, you're already a grandmom. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike what everyone believes, i don't hold a grudge on you. it'll just ruin my being. i don't wanna be miserable just beacause you left us. don't worry. i'm not mad at you.. anyway, what you've done?it contributed to my personality right now. i lack self confidence. i envy complete family.haha. joke. of course it also did good to me. i learned how to stand on my own. i learned to appreciate small things, other moms, and many other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i wouldn't mind if you provide for my needs right now. it's not too late.hahaha!! after all, i badly need financial assistance right now. i'm going ti college! at last. with out your help though. but you can make it up.hahaha!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget to ask, how are you doing there? has life been good to you after leaving your problems behind? i hope it did. i hope you're in a very comfortable situation now. you're getting old. do i have other siblings already?haha. better save something for yourself. take good care of yourself,okay? kuya and dad still haven't moved on. they still care and love you. so they'll be so sad if something bad happens to you. of course i do too. i love you. those nine months you sacrificed for me won't go to nothing.. thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, happy mom's day mother. on behalf of our broken family, we love you. take care. God bless you..=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who has their mom with them, be you're lucky. be thankful..&lt;br /&gt;to every mom out there, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. you're one big hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-6418612963302096763?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6418612963302096763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=6418612963302096763&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6418612963302096763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6418612963302096763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-mom.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day mom..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1266614565049880037</id><published>2008-05-08T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:11:32.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bobits</title><content type='html'>bobits -&lt;em&gt;noun.&lt;/em&gt;. slang word describing a dull person. in other words, bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why o why.haha. no matter how hard i try to change, i still come back to being the sensitive girl i used to be.. how can i escape? i need help. help!! woe is me.. hahaha. emo ba ko? hindi noh. epal kamo.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina kasi. nasa diliman na naman kami. as usual. badminton. jog. pero kanina, may 3rd person. dumating kasi yung dati kong bestfriend nung 7 kaya kanina, tinext ko siyang magpakita naman samin. so tatlo na kami.. nagso so-ep siya. DOST scholar. gumradweyt na salutatorian. math wizard. anu pa ba? basta matalino. yung so-ep daw parang summer class ng mga dost scholar..kanina nag-umpisa classes nila.sa diliman. tas unlike me, nakapasa siya sa upcat. bs math sa UPD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun namang isa, high school valedictorian. same school. one year ahead siya sa'min. bale magsesecond year na siya sa UPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o diba. antatalino ng mga kasama ko. pero ako? i could only spell pariah. anu pa?..uhmm. intimidation..daha..isang hamak na ordinaryong studyante. naturingan ngang special science class student di umano. wala namang nalalaman. tamad mag-aral. laging late.. blabla.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip ko nga bigla 'yon kanina bago kami magkita-kita. Diyos ko, puro taga UP ata 'tong mga kasama ko. self pity na naman aabutin ko. hay nako. ayun. kinalimutan ko na lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chika minute. inusisa ng taga UPM kong kaibigan yung taga UPD kung bakit siya nagsasummer class. sumagot yung isa. di masyadong nagkaintindihan. tapos sabi niya na lang, para tumalino raw siya. tapos ako naman 'tong epal. sabi ko para kasi sa mga bagsak yung summer classes(they know me. alam nilang joke lang 'yon. para lang di ako masyadong ma-sad.alam naman naming lahat na 'di totoo yon eh.).. tapos tawanan. eh dalawa silang nagsasummer classes. sabo ko "tignan niyo 'ko, di nagsasummer classes..haha!" hudyat na yon ng pagiging sarcastic ko. at alam nila 'yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkaroon pa ng mga dialogue..&lt;br /&gt;taga UPD: CS rin ba 'tong Palma hall?(tanong niya sa'kin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako:aba malay ko.hahaha!yan tanungin mo(pointing don sa tga UPM habang pinupulot yung shuttle cock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinanong niya nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taga UPM:ewan.taga UPM ako. hindi dito.haha! try mong tanungin si vanessa(ako).HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla.bla.bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas biglang nashift yung topic sa school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taga UPD:saan ka mag-eenrol van?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako:ewan di na lang siguro ako mag-aaral(medyo hurt na)..huhuhu(kunwaring pabirong tono)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taga UPM:HAHAHA!! nagustuhan mo ba dito sa diliman?(tanong niya bigla sa tga UPD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa'kin siya nakaharap. na parang natatawa. nang-aasar. alam niya kasi na dream school ko 'yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may sinabi pa siya na "oo. mayabang kami. taga &lt;strong&gt;UP&lt;/strong&gt; kami e.. hahaha! ikaw van?haha"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro nga inaasar niya lang ako(kung saan nagtagumpay siya). siguro nagbibiro lang siya. pero siyempre badtrip ako. nasaktan ako don. nasa state of depression pa nga ako eh.. di ko lang pinapahalata. tumawa na lang ako kasi di ko na alam sasabihin at gagawin. nakisakay na lang ako sa pang-aasar nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.hindi ko sila masisisi. talaga namang bobo ako eh. hindi na nila kailangan ng emphasis. masakit. well.truth hurts nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun.. hindi pa rin nag-iiba adbans birthday at xmas wish ko.. sana talaga tumalino na 'ko!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anung vitamins kaya iinumin ko?any suggetions?hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1266614565049880037?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1266614565049880037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1266614565049880037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1266614565049880037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1266614565049880037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/05/bobits.html' title='bobits'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1985403305606119647</id><published>2008-05-03T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:32:02.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anak ng tipaklong.</title><content type='html'>well. tinamad na ata akong ipagpatuloy yung post ko kgbi. eto.depress-depressan nanaman.. hahay. bakit ba kasi ganito. alam ko marami pang schools diyan. pero.. basta! kung ikaw ba di nakapasa, siyempre naman malulungkot ka rin noh. eh panaka-naka lang naman tong depression na to kung dumalaw sa'kin kaya bumubuhos talaga pag nagkataon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na sana eh.(medyo lang.haha). kaso lagi akong nasa diliman. kaya nakakadepress lalo..(hahaha!kawawa o).. eh kanina, nalaman ko cut-offs para sa reconsiderations. ang pinakamababa LB... 2.800 dw.. pambihira naman, kahit man lang sa cut-off for &lt;strong&gt;reconsideration&lt;/strong&gt; na &lt;strong&gt;pinakamababa&lt;/strong&gt;, di ako nakaabot. feeling ko napaka bobo ko na. bobits pa kung sa pinsan ko.haha!..eh nagkataon pang 2.801 ang UPG ko. pambihirang tipaklong naman oh! 0.001 na lang sana magkakaroon na 'ko kahit a glimpse of hope na lang na magparecon sa LB.. &lt;strong&gt;0.001&lt;/strong&gt;. eh wala. edi wala. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa pa kasi sa nakakadepress isipin,yung Language proficiency Percentile ko, tumataginting na &lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt;!!! pambihira talaga oo.. ganun ako ka talino..HAHA. sabi kasi nila relax eh. ayun. busyng-busy ako sa kakarelax..LOL.. tas pagtingin ko sa board 2mins nlng eh kalahati pa lang nasasagot ko.wah! hala, sige, shade nlng ng shade. right minus wrong pa man din..hahaha. pero feeling ko lang kasi(feeling lang ha.haha), kung inayos ko lang ng konting-konti yung Langguage ko, baka sakaling nakaabot pa 'ko sa cut-off ng LB(maganda pa mn dn don)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lungkot ng life story ko noh?tsk3. "if i could only go back in time" ang drama ko.haha.. pero yun na yun eh. bobo lang talaga siguro ako para sa up. sabi ko na lang para maging optimitsic image ko, baka ayaw nang dagdagan ni God paghihirap ko. tama na yung hirap sa pagiging specla sa comprehensive public high school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero eto, tinatamad na 'kong pumili ng school. admu kaya?-wala akong pera.hahaha!!asa.. pero seryoso, kahit na anung school na lang isuggest nila dito papayag na 'ko. kahit na anung course na rin basta wag nursing.. haha!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah! eto pa pala depressing story. nalala ko lang speaking of course. kung tinanggap ko na lang sana yung geology dti. full scholarship pa sana yon. up dw o adamson. eh di ko tinanggap. disappointed si papa. kung ano kasi gusto ko 'yon ginagawa ko. tas parang di kasi kapanipaniwalang makakapasok ako sa upd non. baka sa adamson ako mapunta. at wala akong interest sa bato. may trabaho na rw kaagad pagkagraduate eh. parang naboboringan ako pag ganon. tsaka, baka bumagsak pa 'ko. haha!! mas nakakahiya yon.. kaya andito ako ngayon. di pa nakakapagpaenroll. naghihintay na lang kung saang school nila ako ipapasok. bahala na.. haayyy buhaayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--ayun.. Birthday at Christmas wish ko?(bery adbans.hahaha!)-sana tumalino naman ako kahit papano. lampa na nga eh.anu pa silbi ko non?hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sa tipaklong na makakabasa, pasensya na kung kayo napagbalingan ko.hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1985403305606119647?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1985403305606119647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1985403305606119647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1985403305606119647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1985403305606119647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/05/anak-ng-tipaklong.html' title='anak ng tipaklong.'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-2740251756679187504</id><published>2008-05-02T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:02:28.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still a secret society?</title><content type='html'>have you ever encountered a symbol that looks like this?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bDriDhtIW5YAsw.jzbkF/SIG=12bskh5fp/EXP=1209819234/**http%3A//www.itsablackthang.com/images/NS-Emblem/F158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bDriDhtIW5YAsw.jzbkF/SIG=12bskh5fp/EXP=1209819234/**http%3A//www.itsablackthang.com/images/NS-Emblem/F158.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a compass and a ruler with the letter G at tha center..the symbol of a 'secret society formed several decades ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of my obsession to Dan Brown's books,i read about the Da Vinci code and Angels and Demons too. both mentioned about a secret society-- the Knights Templar. and because of my childish curiosity, i've searched further about the said society and i've come up in reading a book called the Hiram Key..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut a very loooong story short, the Knights Templar (also known as the Priory of Sion), have found something that others say could destroy Christian faith and because of it, the Catholic Church,as said in the book, burnt them at stake at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday the 13th of October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(it started the belief that the said date is an unfortunate day).. still, some have survived. many believe that Freemasonry was a product of the Knights Templar,even the Freemasons themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*according to the book(the Hiram Key), Freemasons believe that there were actually two Jesus.the kingly one(who all Christians know as Jesus Christ. the other one is the priestly one(who we all know as John the Baptist)..the star of david symbolizes it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---to be continued(aalis daw kmi e.haha)---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-2740251756679187504?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2740251756679187504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=2740251756679187504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2740251756679187504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/2740251756679187504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-secret-society.html' title='&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; a secret society?'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-3953389353376933743</id><published>2008-05-01T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:09:52.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mag-exercise tayo tuwing...hapon..?</title><content type='html'>meron bang matatawag na &lt;em&gt;unbloggable&lt;/em&gt;??haha!.. baka mga posts ko na yon.. okay lang. basta nakapagsulat ako sa'yo blog..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! nakakita na 'ko ng solusyon para di lumobo habang wala pang pasok/pinagkakaabalahan.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagjojog kmi tska nagbabadminton sa hapon every other day. iniikot nmn sunken garden. hehe. kasama ko ate ko(hndi biological.by heart.haha!).&lt;br /&gt;tinatanong dito sa bahay bakit daw sa diliman pa 'ko mag-eexercise eh anlapit lang ng sports center dito. may court pa. gusto kong sagutin;"pipigilan niyo pa po ba ako kahit sa pag-eexercise na lang sa dream school ko?hindi na nga pumasa yung tao eh"...hahaha! pathetic. joke lang.(half meant.LOL!).yung totoo,. sarap kasi kaya ng hangin don.hehe. makakalimutan mong nasa city ka. makakawala ka sa init,alikabok,ingay, at higit sa lahat polusyon dulot ng napakaraming tao sa siyudad. at isa pa, masyadong unfair na kay ate kung dito lang kami maglalaro. siya nga galing pang manila eh.hehe. ako galing lang marikina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan nga lang tinatanong ko kung pinapawisan ba 'ko dahil sa laro o dahil sa kakapulot..lol! kada lumanding ba naman ang shuttlecock, she would either give me that antagonistic look(haha) or turn her back and pretend she's exercising.grr! tapos sasabihin ko madaya siya. sasabihin niya mas matanda siya sa'kin. o kaya magjajack en poy kami.haha! yung mama nga kanina pinulot na lang yung shuttle cock habang nagjajack en poy kami. naawa siguro sa'min.haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ate krizza. isa siya sa mga dahilan kung bakit na-enjoy ko na rin stay ko dito sa metro. siya nagturo sa 'king sumakay ng LRT.HAHA. dinala niya ako sa 168. at kung saan-saan pa sa maynila. nagtatravel siya ng humigit-kumulang isang oras para lang makagala kami. hehe. siguro kung wala siya, gugustihin ko na talagang umuwi ng bonggang-bongga. hehe. buti na lang andito siya.&lt;br /&gt;siguro nagustuhan niya lang akong samahan kasi high school friend niya 'ko. ilonggo kami.haha. pero okay lang.. basta andiyan siya.. haha. kumokorni na ata. tama na..haha&lt;br /&gt;huling hirit.hehe. nagpapasalamat ako kay God dahil kahit 'di Niya 'ko binigyan ng biological sister, binigay niya naman si ate krizza.. oha.oha..hahaha! exposure na 'to ate ha..heehee.. libre ko ha..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-3953389353376933743?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-5727630613522032079</id><published>2008-04-30T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:53:36.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no posts for d week.</title><content type='html'>mrmi ksing ginagawa eh..hehe. ito nlng muna..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Wheel of Fortune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of &lt;br /&gt;intoxication with success&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-5727630613522032079?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5727630613522032079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=5727630613522032079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5727630613522032079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5727630613522032079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-posts-for-d-week.html' title='no posts for d week.'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7897245888208718648</id><published>2008-04-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T07:56:10.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>table conversations..</title><content type='html'>namiss ko ring kumain sa lamesang pinapaligiran ng mrming tao.haha. yung kumain na maraming kasabay.. sa koronadal ksi laging mag-isa ako kumain eh. di pa sa dinning table. sa center table sa sala.. xmpre kung week days may kasama akong mga classmate ko pag lunch..&lt;br /&gt;namiss ko usapan sa dinning table pagkatapos kumain.. ngayong andito na 'ko, lagi ko na 'tong naeexperience.. haha&lt;br /&gt;kanina kasi natagalan usapan namin.(ipagkalat ba?haha).. nako po, nasobrahan ata ang tsismisan. nagsimula sa mga kamag-anak naming napakalayo na--hanggang sa kung sinu-sino na raw namatay--hanggang sa problema ng Pilipinas(akalain m yon?haha.yung lola ko ksing nagtuturo sa up mxdo--haha)--hanggang sa sa nauwi tuloy sa kwentong pang-asar sa kapwa(bad.bad.haha).. mga pasaway talaga mga kasama ko. 'di ko na iisa-isahin mga kalokohan namin.haha. baka may mga violent reactions pa 'kong matanggap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7897245888208718648?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7897245888208718648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7897245888208718648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7897245888208718648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7897245888208718648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/table-conversations.html' title='table conversations..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-448287081032821799</id><published>2008-04-24T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:16:54.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>si vincent..</title><content type='html'>kanina nag-iisip ako ng ipopost ko dito.. nakakita ako ng kabaliwan ng mga tao. biglang nagpop sa isip ko si vincent. vincent van gogh to be specific.. tingin ko sa kanya dati baliw. pahapyaw lang ksi yung diskusyon samin nung sir namin tungkol sa kanya eh.. pero nagayong nung narinig ko yung tribute para sa kanyang kanta, naintriga ako sa kanya. inalam ko tuloy storya niya. tas yon,,inadmire ko siya ng bonggang-bongga..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakinggan mo 'tong kanta(nag-utos talaga noh?haha). siguro familiar sau.. dedicated sa kanya(obyus ba?eh vincent nga ang title eh..)..madramang kinanta ni Don Mclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dipFMJckZOM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dipFMJckZOM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sa kapakanan ng mga di daw marunong ng tagalog, iinglesin ko post na 'to..(nako,challenging to a..HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a song written by Don McLean as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh. It is also known by its opening line, "Starry Starry Night", a reference to van Gogh's painting Starry Night. The song describes different paintings by van Gogh. It was written in 1971 after Mclean read a book about the life of the artist. The following year, it became a hit and was played daily at the Van Gogh meuseum for several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of van Gogh: unrecognised as an artist until after his death. The lyrics suggest that van Gogh was trying to "set [people] free" with the message in his work. McLean feels that this message was made clear to him: "And now I understand what you tried to say to me", he sings. Perhaps it is this eventual understanding that inspired McLean to write the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can actually see some of his works of art in the video i've posted above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking an insight on his life, Van Gogh(30 March 1853 – 29 July 1890) was a Dutch post impressionist artist. He's father was a Pastor and he grew up in a religious culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He produced more than 2,000 works, including around 900 paintings and 1,100 drawings and sketches, during the last ten years of his life. Most of his best-known works were produced in the final two years of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central figure in Van Gogh's life was his brother Theo, who continually and selflessly provided financial support. Their lifelong friendship is documented in numerous letters they exchanged from August 1872 onwards. Van Gogh is a pioneer of what came to be known as Expressionism. He had an enormous influence on 20th century art, especially on the Fauves and German Expressionists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to the story beyond the song, poor Vincent had a tough relationship with his family. They were a wealthy family who did not accept him for his schizophrenia ("for they could not love you") and never understood his will to help the poor. It is thought that van Gogh felt that in killing himself he would make the point to his parents. This is seen in the line "Perhaps they'll listen now". Many believe that the song is a touching tribute to van Gogh in respect of the hardship he faced with regards to his mental illness and his admirable good natured ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also references to van Gogh's sanity and his suicide. Throughout his life, van Gogh was plagued with mental disorders, particularly depression. He "suffered for his sanity" and eventually "took his life, as lovers often do". The word "lover" puts into context how McLean saw the relationship of van Gogh with his art - a relationship of love. This love was strong enough for van Gogh to persevere with his art even without acceptance from his contemporaries: "For they could not love you, but still your love was true".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent actually cut off part of his left ear following a breakdown in his friendship with Paul Gauguin. After this he suffered recurrent bouts of mental illness, which led to his suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes it just makes me wonder why people have to wait for someone to actually die before they recognize his good deeds..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guys, whatever reason we have, it will never be valid enough to commit suicide. God is the only authority who can start and end our lives..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-448287081032821799?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/448287081032821799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=448287081032821799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/448287081032821799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/448287081032821799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/si-vincent.html' title='si vincent..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4135281220176397178</id><published>2008-04-23T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T04:57:57.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maBIGAT na pakiramdam</title><content type='html'>nitong mga nakaraang araw nararamdaman ko nang parang bumibigat na ata ako..&lt;br /&gt;ako ang uanang-unang uupo sa hapag-kainan tas ako rin ang huling tatayo.. nako po!&lt;br /&gt;napapasarap yata pag kain ko.. so much for my after 6 diet. nawala nang parang bula.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;pano ba 'to.. sana pasukan na para mapigilan ko na pagkain ng mrmi.. o kaya naman sana may summer job ako. ayoko dito sa bahay.. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4135281220176397178?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4135281220176397178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4135281220176397178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4135281220176397178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4135281220176397178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/mabigat-na-pakiramdam.html' title='maBIGAT na pakiramdam'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4821756568623361248</id><published>2008-04-23T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T04:53:43.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tatay bogart..</title><content type='html'>bwisit naman.. wala akong load. habang nagbabasa ng posts ng iba,nakatanggap ako ng text message galing sa classmate ko nung hayskul. di ko pinansin.baka kowt lang. tas may nagtext ulit. bestfriend ko na. kaya binasa ko na.. pareho topic ng text nila.. hndi ako makapaniwala.. tungkol sa sir namin sa filipino.. ang taong tinuring ko na ring pangalawang ama. siya lang ang adult na nakakaintindi saken e.. as in.. kahit nga mga kalokohan ko alam niya. tama nang intro ko sa kanya..50-50 daw xa!! xet na malagkit..kulang na lang yata tawagin ko lahat ng santo e.. bumaba ako.nagpaload kht wala na 'kong pera..haha. kelangan ko talagang malaman kung totoo yung balita..kahit alam kong wala naman akong magagawa..huhuhu.. malayo naman rin ako doon para bumisita..nag-aalala lang talaga ako.. eh itong bwisit na clasm8 ko kung anu-ano mga pinagtetext na nakakapagpanerbyos talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito, nagreply na bestfriend ko.. andoon na pala siya sa ospital. nakakapagsalita naman na dw siya at pwedeng bisitahin.. mali impormasyon ng epal kong classmate.. salamat naman sa Diyos.. kung sino man makakabasa nito, tulungan niyo kong magdasal para sa mabilis na paggaling ni tay bogart..=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4821756568623361248?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4821756568623361248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4821756568623361248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4821756568623361248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4821756568623361248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/tatay-bogart.html' title='tatay bogart..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-6180886341417872319</id><published>2008-04-22T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:26:26.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit nagbblog mga tao?</title><content type='html'>andito nnmn ako sa harap ng laptop nagsusulat ng post na 'to..para saan? wala namang nagbabasa ng blog ko.kawawa..lol! pero okay lang naman saken. in the first place 'di ko naman talaga ginawa 'tong blog na 'to dati para ipangalandakan sa ibang tao..haha. di ko nga sinabi sa mga kaibigan ko na nag-eexist 'tong account ko na 'to.. ayaw ko kasing may makabasa ng posts ko dito dati.. unang post ko kasi dito sobrang personal.nilabas ko talaga galit ko.. wag mo nang hanapin,inerase ko na..haha. siguro dati gusto ko lang isulat lahat ng kadramahan ko sa buhay.(siguro daw o.haha). iniisip mo siguro dapat nagdiary na lang ako..eh tinatamad akong magsulat sa papel e.gusto kong papindot-pindot na lang. tas baka mabasa pa ng mga pakielamerong tao sa paligid..hehe.. eh kung dito, may mga makakabasa nga siguro pero siguradong hindi ako kilala..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero pgkatapos kong mag&lt;em&gt;blog-hopping&lt;/em&gt;, at pagkatpos kong mabasa mga comments sa dati kong posts, narealize ko na nagsusulat pala ako sa internet. mababasa ng lahat kung malilink nila..(as if hindi ko alam dati.haha).. marami akong natutunan sa pagbabasa ng mga blog ng iba.. inggit nga ako e.. sana lang magawa kong ganun ka informative blog ko kesa magsusulat ako dito ng mga walang kakwenta-kwentang mga bagay..haha.. hay nako.. siguro next time.. wish ko lang.. hehe.. nagmamadali na ko.. pinapatulog na 'ko ng lola ko.. maryosep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-6180886341417872319?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6180886341417872319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=6180886341417872319&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6180886341417872319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/6180886341417872319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/bakit-nagbblog-mga-tao.html' title='bakit nagbblog mga tao?'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1717956568646188792</id><published>2008-04-21T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:09:28.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best graduation speech i've ever encoutered..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;nakakita ksi siguro ako ng pag-asa rito..HAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATION SPEECH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong araw na ito, sa ating&lt;br /&gt;pagtatapos, mayroon akong dalang&lt;br /&gt;Transcript of Record. Ang estudyanteng&lt;br /&gt;may-ari ng transcript na ito ay nag-&lt;br /&gt;aral sa De La Salle University. Sa&lt;br /&gt;unibersidad na ito, kapag ikaw ay&lt;br /&gt;isang undergraduate, may ID number na&lt;br /&gt;nagsisimula sa 94 at pataas, kung&lt;br /&gt;lumipas ang isang buong schoolyear at&lt;br /&gt;umabot ka sa 15 units na bagsak,&lt;br /&gt;masisipa ka sa paaralan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang transcript na hawak ko ay mayroong&lt;br /&gt;27 units ng bagsak. 12 sa mga ito ay&lt;br /&gt;tinamo ng estudyante sa iisang&lt;br /&gt;schoolyear lang. Ang isang subject ay&lt;br /&gt;kadalasang may bigat na 3 units. Kung&lt;br /&gt;iisiping mabuti, isang subject na&lt;br /&gt;bagsak na lang ay pwede na masipa ang&lt;br /&gt;estudyanteng may-ari ng transcript na&lt;br /&gt;ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang speech na ito ay hindi ko ginawa&lt;br /&gt;para i-acknowledge ang paghihirap n&lt;br /&gt;gating magulang sa pagpapaaral natin.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko din ito ginawa para maghayag&lt;br /&gt;ng political statement, o kumbinsihin&lt;br /&gt;kayo na huwag umalis sa bansa at&lt;br /&gt;tulungan itong maka-ahon. Ang speech&lt;br /&gt;na ito ay para sa mga normal na&lt;br /&gt;estudyante na kagaya ng may may-ari ng&lt;br /&gt;transcript na hawak ko, dahil madalas,&lt;br /&gt;wala talagang paki-alam ang&lt;br /&gt;unibersidad sa mga achievements nila.&lt;br /&gt;May mga awards na gaya ng Summa Cum&lt;br /&gt;Laude, Best Thesis Award at Leadership&lt;br /&gt;Award. Pero ni minsan, hindi pa ako&lt;br /&gt;nakakakita ng unibersidad na nagbigay&lt;br /&gt;ng "Hung-on-and- managed-to- graduate-&lt;br /&gt;despite-nearly- getting-kicked- out-&lt;br /&gt;during-his-academic -stay" award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaring isang malaking kagaguhan ang&lt;br /&gt;konseptong ito para sa karamihan.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit mo pararangalan ang isang&lt;br /&gt;estudyanteng bulakbol, bobo, tamad o&lt;br /&gt;iresponsable? Hindi ba dapat isuka ito&lt;br /&gt;ng unibersidad? Ito yung mga tipo ng&lt;br /&gt;estudyanteng walang ia-asenso sa&lt;br /&gt;buhay, hindi ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Natumbok niyo.Iyun na nga ang&lt;br /&gt;dahilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas, pag ang isang estudyante ay&lt;br /&gt;may pangit na marka sa paaralan,&lt;br /&gt;lalong-lalo na sa kolehiyo,&lt;br /&gt;nakakapanghina ito ng loob. Nandiyan&lt;br /&gt;yung tatamarin ka mag-aral, nandyan&lt;br /&gt;yung iisipin mo Ano pa kayang trabaho&lt;br /&gt;ang makukuha ko? Call center na naman&lt;br /&gt;o clerical? Ba t kasi ang bobo ko.&lt;br /&gt;Kung matalino lang ako, sana, sa&lt;br /&gt;Proctor and Gamble ako, o kung saang&lt;br /&gt;sikat na kumpanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mahirap ang dinadaanan ng mga&lt;br /&gt;estudyanteng bumabagsak. Kahit na&lt;br /&gt;sabihin mong kasalanan nilang&lt;br /&gt;bumabagsak sila, hindi ninyo alam kung&lt;br /&gt;ano ang pakiramdam ng ganun. Madaling&lt;br /&gt;sabihin na Kaya mo yan, mag-aral ka&lt;br /&gt;lang pero alam ba natin talaga ang&lt;br /&gt;sinasabi natin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ang isang estudyante ay&lt;br /&gt;bumabagsak sa unibersidad, nandiyan&lt;br /&gt;yung tatawanan niya lang yan. O di&lt;br /&gt;kaya naman, ipagmamalaki niya pang&lt;br /&gt;TAKE 5 NA KO!!! o Pare, magpi-PhD na&lt;br /&gt;ako sa Anmath3/Calculus/ etc. Pero&lt;br /&gt;hindi alam ng mga isang Summa Cum&lt;br /&gt;Laude kung ano ang nasa isip ng isang&lt;br /&gt;normal na estudyante sa tuwing&lt;br /&gt;matutulog ito at alam niyang pag-&lt;br /&gt;gising niya, kailangan niya na naming&lt;br /&gt;ulitin ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang subject na nakuha niya na sa&lt;br /&gt;susunod na term. Kahit kalian, hindi&lt;br /&gt;naging problema sa Star Student na&lt;br /&gt;sabihing Nay, bagsak ako. at hindi&lt;br /&gt;kailanman sumagi sa isip nila na&lt;br /&gt;Paano kaya kung sa walang-pangalang&lt;br /&gt;kumpanya lang ako makapagtrabaho?&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sigurado sila sa kinabukasan&lt;br /&gt;nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag na tayong maglokohan. Grades are&lt;br /&gt;everything. Kahit bali-baligtarin mo&lt;br /&gt;iyan, hindi magiging patas ang mga&lt;br /&gt;kumpanyang kumukuha ng fresh graduates&lt;br /&gt;para magtrabaho sa kanila. Minsan din&lt;br /&gt;naman, nadadaan sa palakasan, pero&lt;br /&gt;ganun pa din. Kung hindi ka&lt;br /&gt;academically good, wala kang&lt;br /&gt;patutunguhan. Kung hindi man yun, mas&lt;br /&gt;mahirap yung dadaanan mo para lang&lt;br /&gt;makaa-abot sa prestihiyosong posisyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ngayong graduation, ang speech na&lt;br /&gt;ito ay inaaalay ko para sa mga&lt;br /&gt;estudyanteng lumpagpak, muntik-&lt;br /&gt;muntikanan nang masipa o yung lahat ng&lt;br /&gt;paraang pwede, ginawa na para lang&lt;br /&gt;makatapos. Gagawin kong patas ang&lt;br /&gt;mundo para sa inyo kahit isang araw&lt;br /&gt;lang. Kahit ano pa ang sabihin ng&lt;br /&gt;ibang tao, kesyo kasalanan mo man na&lt;br /&gt;pangit ang marka mo o muntik ka nang&lt;br /&gt;makick-out, saludo ako sa hindi mo&lt;br /&gt;pagtigil sa pag-aaral. Saludo ako na may lakas ka&lt;br /&gt;ng loob na harapin pa rin ang mundo&lt;br /&gt;kahit alam mong hindi ito magiging&lt;br /&gt;patas sa iyo. Saludo ako na kahit&lt;br /&gt;pangit ang transcript mo, taas-noo ka&lt;br /&gt;pa rin ngayong graduation at proud na&lt;br /&gt;proud sa sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ngayon ang mangyayari sa mga&lt;br /&gt;graduates pagkatapos nitong&lt;br /&gt;graduation? Ayoko nang puntahan yung&lt;br /&gt;pwedeng mangyayari sa mga Cum Laude.&lt;br /&gt;Baduy. Alam mo naming me patutunguhan&lt;br /&gt;ang buhay nila e. Pero dun sa mga&lt;br /&gt;lumagpak, ano ang meron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaring makakuha kayo ng mediocre na&lt;br /&gt;trabaho lang. Pwede ka rin swertehin,&lt;br /&gt;baka makapagtrabaho ka sa magandang&lt;br /&gt;kumpanya. Madami pang pwedeng&lt;br /&gt;mangyari. Huwag kayong mawalan ng pag-&lt;br /&gt;asa. Kung nung college, nagtiyaga kayo&lt;br /&gt;e ba t titigilan niyo yung pagti-&lt;br /&gt;tiyaga ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede ring ganito: Mag-aral ka ulit.&lt;br /&gt;Ipakita mo sa kanila na kung sipagin&lt;br /&gt;ka lang, malayo ang mararating mo.&lt;br /&gt;Subukan mong patunayan sa kanila na&lt;br /&gt;kapag pinilit mo, kaya mo ring abutin&lt;br /&gt;yung naabot nila. Na hindi ka bobo,&lt;br /&gt;kundi tinamad ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka sabihin ninyo, drowing lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve been on both sides. Naranasan ko&lt;br /&gt;na ring lumagpak, at muntikan na din&lt;br /&gt;akong masipa. Naranasan ko na na&lt;br /&gt;umulit ng 4 na beses sa iisang&lt;br /&gt;subject. Naranasan ko na na masumbatan&lt;br /&gt;ng magulang, kapatid at kung sino-sino&lt;br /&gt;pang propesor na walang pakialam sa&lt;br /&gt;pakiramdam ng estuyante. Naranasan ko&lt;br /&gt;nang hindi makatulog ng maraming gabi&lt;br /&gt;sa pagiisip kung paano ko na naman&lt;br /&gt;sasabihin sa magulang ko na may bagsak&lt;br /&gt;na naman ako. Kaya alam ko ang&lt;br /&gt;pakiramdam ninyo. Akin ang transcript&lt;br /&gt;na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkagraduate ko ng college, ano ang&lt;br /&gt;ginawa ko? Eto. Nagtrabaho muna ng&lt;br /&gt;konti, tapos aral ulit. Kuha ng&lt;br /&gt;Masteral sa kurso ko. Hindi para sa&lt;br /&gt;trabaho o kung ano man. Kundi para&lt;br /&gt;patunayan sa sarili ko na noong mga&lt;br /&gt;panahong bumabagsak ako, tinatamad&lt;br /&gt;lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rebellion. I raise my middle&lt;br /&gt;finger to every professor, over-&lt;br /&gt;achiever, naysayer and detractor that&lt;br /&gt;told me that I can t make it. I raise&lt;br /&gt;my middle finger to every valedictory&lt;br /&gt;or graduation speech that only&lt;br /&gt;gratifies the university, those who&lt;br /&gt;were achievers in school or those who&lt;br /&gt;gratify the country when it s supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be the graduate s moment of glory.&lt;br /&gt;You are supposed to acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE. Even those who failed many&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sa inyong mga graduates na medyo&lt;br /&gt;hindi maganda ang marka, para sa inyo&lt;br /&gt;ito. Kung kinaya ko ito, kaya niyo rin&lt;br /&gt;to. Imposibleng hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JAMES BERNARD C. RODRIGUEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinopya ko ng walang pahintulot ky ate joanne.haha.sa site na 'to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://joannerz22.blogspot.com/2008/03/isang-napakagandang-speech.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1717956568646188792?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1717956568646188792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1717956568646188792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1717956568646188792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1717956568646188792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-graduation-speech-ive-ever.html' title='&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;best graduation speech i&apos;ve ever encoutered..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-3769750670525974001</id><published>2008-04-20T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:05:54.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kwentong promdi</title><content type='html'>taga dito naman talaga ako. pumunta lang kami ng koronadal city(siguaradong 'di pamilyar sa'yo kung 'di ka taga mindanao.haha!) sa di malamang dahilan. actually pala, alam ko.haha. pero 'di ko na lang ipagkakalat.lol. ngayong andito na 'ko.. ineexplore ko yung lugar. syempre ilang taon din akong nawala noh. hindi ko na talaga alam mga pasikot-sikot dito.. eh nataong lagalag akong tao. lagi talagang nangangati paa ko. hindi ako papayag na nasa bahay lang ako lagi. ayun. gagala't-gagala rin ako.. tapos wala pa akong kaibigan dito. busy naman mga tao dito sa bahay.wala silang panahong samahan ako. at isa pa, mahirap magsama ng matanda sa gala.haha. sshh..&lt;br /&gt;hindi naman talaga probinsya pinaggalingan ko pero iba talaga dito.. hindi ko rn naman masasabing naculture shock ako.. pero hndi ko lang talaga kabisado daan.haha&lt;br /&gt;wala pa akong one week dito, gumala na 'ko. mag-isa. tapang ano. haha. sumakay ako ng jeep. pupunta sana akong rob metro east. nakapunta na 'ko don dti. di pa nga lang nasubukang magcommute. tinitignan ko yung mga karatola sa jeep. eh parang wala namang nkalagay na Cainta.nainip tuloy ako.HAHA. kaya ayun.sumakay ako dun sa papuntang Katipunan.xmpre alam ko kung san yon. umaasa lng ako na baka may masasakyan don papuntang cainta.hahaha.. at meron nga.*sa makakabasa nitong post ko na taga rito,tangang-tanga na 'ko.hahaha*.. ayun. sumakay ako. ngulat ako ksi bumalik ng marikina.haha.. huminto ng bahagya doon. sa kabliang kanto lng pala mula samin sakayan papuntang cainta..maryosep..haha. sa awa nmn ni God nakarating ako ng cainta sa wakas.hehe. kung nagtaxi na lang sana ako. kaso baka mahal. tapos yon, naglibot ako sa Sta. Lucia tska Rob. kundi ba nmn napudpod tsinelas kong gamit.. lamon ang ginawa ko don. pag my stoll na parang masarap tinitinda bili kaagad ako.haha.pagpasensyahan na, wala nyan sa pinanggalingan ko eh..HAHA. at nung di ko na talaga kaya, nagdesisyon na 'kong umuwi sa wakas.. may problema pala ako. pano ako uuwi??LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakalimutan ko na kung saang side ako galing. edi tingin ulit ako sa mga karatola sa jeep. puro Cogeo tpos calumpang..naglakad-lakad muna ako tas napansin ko nasa pasig na 'ko..desperdo na 'ko. kelangan ko nang magtanong..hahaha.nakakaawa. pero hndi. kaya ko to.haha. nagbasa ako ng mga signs sa highway. ayun! may going marikina na sign..ahaha.. thank You..hehe.. naghanap ako ng over pass para makatawid.. yung nakakalula pa naakyat ko..pwede na yon..hehe.. nung nakarating na 'ko, nag-intay ako ng jeep. may papuntang marikina nga!yehey!..haha.. at nakauwi rin ako..the end..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-3769750670525974001?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3769750670525974001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=3769750670525974001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3769750670525974001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3769750670525974001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/kwentong-promdi.html' title='kwentong promdi'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4257857666330354971</id><published>2008-04-08T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:29:55.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reposts'/><title type='text'>sayonara..</title><content type='html'>there's actually nothing 'bout the title..just feel like saying it..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. my fingers are running through the keys again.. don't know how to scribble things in a proper way.all i wanna do is write..write until the last drop of my emotion evaporates.. oh brother.i'm talking in riddles again.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tuesday..4 days to go and i'm off.. i have three short nights to stay in what i used to call our house.. and after this, i'll probably won't be here again.. i'm never gonna see the four corners of my room where i used to spend most of my lonely life.. yes.. i know it's a typical leaving-to-study-somewhere scene like most college freshmen experience but the thing is, there's a very low possibility that i'll be able to come back..woe is me..tsk2..haven't started packing. i'm thinking of stuffing whole marbel in my suitcase!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting optimism on the line..hhmm.. i've realized something.. maybe this is the time when i leave things behind.. things i've been holding on for quite a while.. with me at the other side of the country, i wouldn't be expecting to see someone again.. i wouldn't wait.. i couldn't go anywhere which will remind me of that someone.. i would be leaving the dream and the promise behind.. HAHA! i must've read too much novels.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the streets of marbel..i'll miss my friends.. i'll miss my HS classmates.. i'll miss my bestfriend.. i'll miss not  the school but some of the people i've met there.. i'll miss sir bogs and his jokes.. haha.. and his treats too.. i'll miss pee-ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll comeback someday!!i promise..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4257857666330354971?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4257857666330354971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4257857666330354971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4257857666330354971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4257857666330354971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/04/sayonara.html' title='sayonara..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-3790064874976465100</id><published>2008-03-31T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:56:19.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>yeah. i know it'll sound pretty pathetic..but it's how i feel ryt now.. it's something i can't control..sawang-sawa na 'ko.. i'm sick and tired of being left behind..1st my mom..it was alryt.. if it didn't happen again and again(and well, you got the point) as if it's a routine i can't live w/o..i'm not talking about you.don't ya worry..(you=someone.you know who u r.haha!).. sometimes i think i was born to be left. now i'm actually worried to be attached to someone, afraid that it might happen again..but yup,i know i have to accept it. nothing's permanent..moving on is really the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving the topic behind, i'll go talk about "you" again.. haha!!.. so.. you're trying to ignore me,huh?.. yes..it hurts.. but what can i do? i don't chase unworthy people around just to be remembered if i know i didn't do anything wrong ..i don't stick myself to someone who doesn't need me.. i won't bother you anymore. thank me. haha!..i think i'm already hating you.. but no.. it's not ryt.. hehe.. but please. i'm on the process of forgetting you.. so don't make papansin..HAHA..don't make a scene to be noticed and just ignore me if i did notice you and acknowledge your presence.. coz it just annoys me even more.. i'll get a life.. get yours.. hehe.. gudbye..this time i know i'm not left.. i just don't want to go chase you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-3790064874976465100?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3790064874976465100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=3790064874976465100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3790064874976465100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/3790064874976465100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-8172271879644321346</id><published>2008-03-16T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:22:31.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>constant feeling</title><content type='html'>Please hear me out my friend&lt;br /&gt;I've something to say that's from within&lt;br /&gt;It's a last memory, try to think back&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those nights we shared&lt;br /&gt;All of those days you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you forevermore&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna hold you just like before&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday, we might just find a way&lt;br /&gt;And we can love forevermore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I would have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;And you would still be mine&lt;br /&gt;But here I am crying all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the LOVE we shared&lt;br /&gt;All of the TIME you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you forevermore&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna hold you just like before&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday, we might just find a way&lt;br /&gt;And we can love forevermore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me what should I do,&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lonely man,&lt;br /&gt;I need you again……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you forevermore&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna hold you just like before&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday, we might just find a way&lt;br /&gt;And we can love forevermore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habang tumatagal pabaduy ako ng pabaduy..lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-8172271879644321346?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8172271879644321346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=8172271879644321346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8172271879644321346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8172271879644321346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/03/constant-feeling.html' title='constant feeling'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-3048454286469622818</id><published>2008-03-02T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T03:06:07.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdness everywhere.. ingat kayo..</title><content type='html'>i just received a txt msj..&lt;br /&gt;super weird.. we've talked about it with my classmates but i ddn't know it was real. i thot it was just a made-up story.. i don't know.. they say there's a cult roaming around marbel(i don't know.maybe around south cot or even mindanao!wah).. reports say that a number of kids got lost.witnesses say that suspects grab the children and take them inside a van..the plate number is even reconized! #VMM 507..tsk3x.. you think you've heard the weirdest part of the news? nope. the latest msj i've read is that a kid was found lifeless at the grand terminal in tacurong just a whie ago. with EYES and VITAL ORGANS MISSING!!. another puzzling thing is that he holds 5000 bucks.. gosh.. what's happening...???.. i don't hold evidences that it's true but it's not a lost if we take extra care of ourselves.. be cautious everyone.. who knows-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-3048454286469622818?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-8922167616827970079</id><published>2008-02-29T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:11:16.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 29th</title><content type='html'>it's the end of feb.. our graduation's fast approaching!! huhu..&lt;br /&gt;well, not that i'm motivated in making this post ryt now. i'm actualy starving  and i'll just make this fast.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;i made a post today because it's a not-so-ordinary-day today. hehe. it comes once in four years! so i realized if i don't make a post ryt now, i would wait for another 4 yrs til i could get to post on the 29th of feb.. bwaha. i know i don't make any sense at all. forgive me.,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. i didn't had a very good day.. i got jealous.. eeeng!.. haha.. i haven't really smiled a lot today.. woosh..&lt;br /&gt;setting: at our campus field. P.E class.. blablabla.. ouch.. haha. that's ol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i remember.. today's the birthday of our adviser in 6th grade.. haha.. hapi brthday to u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat's about all.. haha. this is my most senseless post(as if others have sense.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's eat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-8922167616827970079?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8922167616827970079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=8922167616827970079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8922167616827970079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8922167616827970079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/02/29th.html' title='the 29th'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-210830386212162480</id><published>2008-02-18T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:05:36.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a date</title><content type='html'>yeah. a date with &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;.. boohoo.. today's really a not-so-interesting day but i just missed blog making.. hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz,.. my day started good.. huraAy.. my dad woke me up with a warm smile. i ate my cereal without any ant on it(it's actually a miracle for me.haha). it's tuesday but we don't have classes coz of the NSPC event they're holding here. (it's another huray for a student lyk me. hehe.) i planned to sleep for the whole day. "this is lyf"-i thought to myslf.. haha..at last m in the four corners of my room. lying comfortably on my bed. i could feel the cool breeze outside with my window opened.. i turned on the radio. and i found my guitar(there goes my sleeping plan.hehe).. it's great day. i have all the time in the world just playing my guitar or do anything i want to..i was enjoying myself when suddenly my wicked brother knocked at my door like he's gonna destroy it..i have no choice.i opened it.he 'borrowed' my guitar and told me to do some stuffs that was supposed to be his job!..and my day is ruined thanks to him! grrr. hu ever started d rule that big bros have to be obeyed, thank you so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there it goes. after i've done what he told me, i decided to go out. i bought something from the mall. i thought of eating but the food court's so filled with poeple. i looked at what's on cinemas and i found one interesting movie.. so i went up to buy myself a ticket but the ticket lady(whatever you call her)refused to give me a ticket! guess what, it's damned rated-18.. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went out.. walked around.. and i found myslef near DD's so i bought myself a wacko and continued walking... i saw NSPC delegates from other places roaming around the city.. and lucky me, some one stepped on my foot! grr.. yes he said sorry butit goes lyk this:"sorry PO" PO?!,. do i look that old?!! i wish he was the ticket lady so i could've watched the damned movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i ended up sitting infront of this computer.writing this senseless blog.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-210830386212162480?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/210830386212162480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=210830386212162480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/210830386212162480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/210830386212162480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-date.html' title='it&apos;s a date'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-4081868256769804485</id><published>2007-12-17T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T04:06:30.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>search for the place i stayed in for 9 months 16 years ago..</title><content type='html'>i just received a mail from my long lost uncle.. i don't know what to feel. upset's not the right word but maybe a lil bit of it.. i set my pride aside and now i regret it superb. i hate it when i ask someone whom i know wouldn't give me a worthy answer. hell i'm not that dumb to buy all your going-away-from-the-topic answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to search her through my heart and i'll find her, eh? hahaha. you must be kidding me.. i just want to know where she is. not for myself. for my dad. and for my brother who wasted his life waiting for a mother who'll give him the life he wants. and what do i get? a senseless answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also said that i should forgive her and understand why everything happened.. what exactly does that "everything" refer to?! all i know was she left us for more than a decade leaving us no clue where she is and why she didn't come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i did't like most is that you blamed dad and his family for feeding us wrong infos. hell. wrong infos.. you can say that again. all my life no one ever told me the reason.. they keep telling me mom might have a reason God knows what.. so that's the wrong info?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dare you tell me to put myself in her position.. damned.. you put yourselves in my shoes. i'm living hell with questions no one is concerned enough to answer. left by my own mom without giving me reasons... you know it's hard for me to accept the reason, eh?.. tell me those reasons your saying. i'm not an idiot who can't understand those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need explanations here for godssake. reasons. and i'm very much willing to listen anytime. why can you not see that?! i'm not a kid anymore. hell even a kid needs reasons.. you say it's a long story? can it be much longer to tell me than the years i've waited for it to come?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually ready to accept my mom if she comes back. but now,. i don't know. why does she have to use her brother, why not find us herself. i still do appreciate my uncle's efforts. but darned, thanks a lot. it made me more damned.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hope though a broader mind to gasp and weigh everything before you judge. hope this is not the end only the beginning.. godblesss.. takecare."- broader mind, eh? if understanding your 'long story' would mean a broader mind, then maybe i have the brain of an ant. what should i weigh?.. judge, huh?.. tisk tisk.. all these friggin' words of yours keeps my nerves rising. if i could just answer you back and say all the words i want. but my dad raised me better than what you expect.. and yeah, i'll take care of myself.-a thing my mom can't do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know hate's not gonna help me as a person. but for once, i want to say.. i hate you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts me knowing my dad never got married and will never be because of his love for you. and my brother almost waisted his life rebelling because of you. &lt;strong&gt;because of you&lt;/strong&gt;.. me? i'll see to it that i prove to you that you made a wrong decision in leaving us. that my dad did his and supposed-to-be your job in raising us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was an apology and an explanation straight from you mom. pti ba naman 'yon pinagkait niyo pa sakin?.. thanks for the 9 months that you let me stay in your womb. thanks for being my my mom for 5 years.. take care of yourself. have a happy life. merry xmas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-4081868256769804485?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4081868256769804485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=4081868256769804485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4081868256769804485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/4081868256769804485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/12/search-for-place-i-stayed-in-for-9.html' title='search for the place i stayed in for 9 months 16 years ago..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-8151862206131979281</id><published>2007-12-17T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T03:56:29.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my xmas check-list</title><content type='html'>xmas check list(more like an ex-list.argh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stuff that are 'xmasy'.. hehe.. do i experience/have them? hehe.hhmm..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 mornings - gonna be a check =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow - ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snowman - duh. ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mistletoe - ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poinsettia - ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas tree - ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents under the tree - of course. ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas lights - ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(conclusion: we don't have xmas decors.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money for xmas shopping - double the ex!grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ham - yeah. at last, a check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheese - i wish mickey'll be pleased to give for the benefit of the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my star! - haha. of course, a check.my xmas wouldn't be complete w/o it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuletide carols - check.yup.i could hear em sing..sorry i haven't save coins for them.tsk. talking bout crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas parties - check. phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends - a big CHECK.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness - super check.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love - check?.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cards - hmm.. i'l think about that. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apat sa taglamig.haha - yup, i have tickets. check. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year's wish - i think it's gonna be an ex. woohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? hhmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home - ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house-check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa bear - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ort2 - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ort - ex. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moy - check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summary: out of 26 i got 9.. *sigh*.. yeah.. but it doesn't mean xmas'd be canceled. i still have the most important xmas thing one could get after all. my family. my family=my dad.=].. luvya dad. hehe..next year's gonna be different. we'll be with our whooole clan. haha. but as for now, let's make the best of it together. yeah.. hehe. another thing is, Jesus.. He'll be with us.. with all of us.. Christmas must go on after all. haha!=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-8151862206131979281?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8151862206131979281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=8151862206131979281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8151862206131979281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8151862206131979281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-xmas-check-list.html' title='my xmas check-list'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-385989042841616311</id><published>2007-11-23T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:26:13.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reposts'/><title type='text'>at last!!</title><content type='html'>November 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;at last!woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;after a stressful week.. phew-hew!.. hehe.. research's through!-regardless of the results. waha!. well anyway.. never to mind that.. atleast we're free from it. failure or not..-&gt;not a good reason ain't it? haha! i never really wanted doing research yu knw.. as if i have a choice... so that's it.. hehe.. i had enough of it already..&lt;br /&gt;along with it, goodbye to the sleepovers at mic's.. bye to the reasonable alibi to go home very late.. bye to picture takings.. bye to forcing mhoks to come and get some stinking water sample down tha creek..haha! and the sad part is, i'll miss leaving mic in the room alone at night, dark and to top it all, doors closed, with him still asleep..hahaha! that was a good scare.. hahaha.. sorry mhoks!. haha!.. and the best is, goodbye brainstorming! yeah..&lt;br /&gt;of course, all those goodbyes'r not gonna last.. haha.. we'rs still in 3rd grading.. that's just for one subject.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;.. we ended the week great. haha! having our teacher treat us at the kiosk(cool huh?).. haha. he said it'd serve as a celebration for all of us. hehe..it's between the two of them(teachers) and the two of us(students).. hehe.. it's not everyday that i experience this kind of stuff, ya know. hehe.. we ate exotic food(as to my view of it.haha).. maya, frog, and pig's ear.. woah.. i didn't like the appearances alryt.. haha.. but bliv me, it tastes great!.. wehe..4 rounds.. til i saw stars around me. hahaha!.. thanks! it was an unforgettable week-ender.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-385989042841616311?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/385989042841616311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=385989042841616311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/385989042841616311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/385989042841616311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-last.html' title='at last!!'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-110639936498002067</id><published>2007-11-23T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:59:04.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reposts'/><title type='text'>words from a girl hu's half asleep.. hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;November 14, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am again.. infront of this computer.. for the same reason.. our project.. damn it.. not that our project's a boom but we still have worked hard for it(yeah).. sleepless nyts(literally).. i slept 2 am and woke up 6.. aargh!but i don't despise this project that much(nor the adviser.haha!) i'm actually just blaming this printer. it's printing hell! how many pieces of paper were waisted! not to mention my time. it's been an hour since i started printing.. 47 pages.. and guess what... m still on the 29th page!(am i starting to be a 29-fanatic?!)&lt;br /&gt;oh boy am i sleepy.. need to sacrifice to avoid the mouth of many droplets..&lt;br /&gt;haven't even eaten my dinner yet.. ulcer's waiting for me..&lt;br /&gt;m starving!!!&lt;br /&gt;if this printer won't work, m gonna eat that dog barking outside!..haha.. kidding..&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.. God help me.... help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-110639936498002067?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/110639936498002067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=110639936498002067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/110639936498002067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/110639936498002067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/11/words-from-girl-hus-half-asleep-hehe.html' title='words from a girl hu&apos;s half asleep.. hehe'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-1172744007501253431</id><published>2007-11-23T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:59:30.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reposts'/><title type='text'>national fiasco's day</title><content type='html'>November 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ok, a bit exaggeration on the title.. it's actually more like personal fiasco's day. my fiasco's day.. haha... i woke up this morning smiling(naks.hehe).. i've forgotten bout the card day. haha... then it came. kaboom!(haha.oa).. i was actually waiting for a friend's name.. yeah. we've heard it. haha. quite shocking(m talking about the ranking).. the other shocking thing was I'm ranked 29th! haha. guess how many we were in our class..... 29. haha! coincidence? hahaha.. well anyway. it took me minutes to absorb it. haha. m d dumbest!..sensor all the after events.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;well anywayz.. after the censored scenes,haha, i invited Mic to watch stardust(ya know, to ease myself.haha).. what could be worse? the lady on the ticket booth said it's too early for complementary passes. haha. we have to wait for other viewers.. damn it..we waisted 2 hrs for nothing.. it's when we realized we got a deadline to meet!and it's tomorrow. our investigatory project..haha. nice trip..&lt;br /&gt;we head back to tagatala(school).. i was left. 'til i fall asleep(so much for the project).. when i woke up, i went for a walk. some of my classmates saw me and they were like "van, what happened?!" "nagbinuang ka noh?".. blah..blah.. they were talking bout the ranking alryt.. hell.. i went home with the rest of the gang(pee-ar).. and i received a very inspiring word from b1.. hehe.."save the best for LAST".. cool huh?.. hahaha.. i felt better.. thanks bez.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, it was still all my fault.. i've been a fiasco.. blame it all to myself.. I've been expecting my rank but it still was a pain in the ass. haha!..&lt;br /&gt;am i depressed? the hell i am. hahAha!!&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;p.s. oh, and the third problem of the day?? up to this very hour, we haven't finished our project yet.. hahaha! tah-tah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-1172744007501253431?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1172744007501253431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=1172744007501253431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1172744007501253431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/1172744007501253431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/11/national-fiascos-dayfrom-my-friendster.html' title='national fiasco&apos;s day'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-5077505460055619218</id><published>2007-11-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:24:11.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 days to go..</title><content type='html'>32 days to go and it's Christmas time. i wonder how it will be for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grany's&lt;/span&gt; not here anymore,and my aunt...and so is everyone!! great. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;this'll&lt;/span&gt; be my most unforgettable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; ever. great. ask where my family is?well, dad's religion doesn't believe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brother'll&lt;/span&gt; probably be with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; friends because of this situation. and me? maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; spend it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt;. and the elves. cool, huh?.. and my mom. hi mom! how's it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' there? could you bother think of us even just for a second? or even wonder how happy your daughter here is?. oh well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; tell you anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing fine here. dad's giving all his sweat and blood just to meet all our necessary needs. he's been a mom and a dad for us to cover up for you. don't you worry, he raised us well and didn't tell us any bad stuff about you(as what your brother said). and honestly, he always missed you. and for the record, he's the one apologizing for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you're doing fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wherever&lt;/span&gt; you are. hope you remember you still have a family here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yoohoo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. and this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;, my wish for you is to live longer(we could get to see you then). i wish you could be happy spending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; eve with your new family(if you have one).&lt;br /&gt;God bless you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-5077505460055619218?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5077505460055619218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=5077505460055619218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5077505460055619218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5077505460055619218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/11/32-days-to-go.html' title='32 days to go..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-8059552614444986063</id><published>2007-11-23T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:43:51.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; paying the toll of being super late!! and when i say late, it's coming 12 when the agreed time is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10am.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;product of sleeping 3am and waking up 11.my fault?-hell yeah! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got no one to blame. .when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; arrived to our meeting place, they're already gone!(oh brother). and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; that dumb to realize that i have a cellphone to text them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. too late(late.late.late again). so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; one of them. and yes, they've gone home. great. just great. any suggestions? i can't go home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; locked our house and i got no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; keys with me.! yes we'll all meet later again for some school activity but it's not until after &lt;strong&gt;4 hours&lt;/strong&gt;! oh boy is that long. got no extra money here so i find it more practical if i spend for surfing than go to the mall and what, see the same old stuff and take a walk around for a hundred times(we have a small mall here ya know) or watch a movie(i don't like the now-showing movies here)..now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; here at a cafe. killing time. oh, it's 1:55.. 2 hours and 5 minutes to go! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! good luck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bidyan&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/8590636532163487905-8059552614444986063?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8059552614444986063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=8059552614444986063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8059552614444986063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/8059552614444986063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/11/karma.html' title='karma'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-9016241415568285763</id><published>2007-11-23T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:21:52.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surveys'/><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>just to kill time.. coz friendster can't accomodate bulletins anymore on this day, i'll just post.post.post her..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where have you been an hour ago?♣ bed&lt;br /&gt;2. State your name?♣ bidyan&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like your name?♣ ok lng.very common.&lt;br /&gt;4 . Can you remember what you didon the first day of your school?♣ i went school late as usual. then discovered they're aleady going out. oh great.&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you want to be ten yearsfrom now?♣ a happy person with our clan. haha&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you feel upon receivingemails? ♣ normal..?&lt;br /&gt;7. At what age you first learned touse a pc?♣ 5. think so. but it was just all typing games. hehe&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever eaten any exoticfood?♣ yeah.&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last illness that youhad?♣ fever. now ulcer's next&lt;br /&gt;1 0. Do you like listening to rapmusic?♣ dpnds.&lt;br /&gt;12 . What did you do last 1stNovember 2007?♣ got grounded.. no traditional visiting the dead for us here.&lt;br /&gt;13 . When was the last time youdanced?♣ yesterday.? we always do. haha&lt;br /&gt;14. When was the last time youbrowsed the Bible?♣ a hundred years ago. tsk. bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you wentto?♣ huh? went where?&lt;br /&gt;16. What is the brand of your firstwristwatch? ♣ memory lost.&lt;br /&gt;17. Look at your back. what did yousee?♣ wall.&lt;br /&gt;18. Say something about the personwhom you like..♣ fun to be with..&lt;br /&gt;19. Does he/she like you back?♣ dpn't think so.haha.m pathetic&lt;br /&gt;20 . What did you have for breakfast?♣ i woke up 11am(damn!) so i bliv it's not breakfast anymore..&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you usually say whenyou meet a person?♣ i don't talk. i just give an evil stare.&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you agree on the saying"to forgive is to forget?"♣ that's a no-no. i can forgive. i can't forget. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;24. Last thing you held beforeusingthe computer?♣ a bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-9016241415568285763?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9016241415568285763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=9016241415568285763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/9016241415568285763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/9016241415568285763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/11/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-5212796968423620406</id><published>2007-07-09T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:55:07.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reposts'/><title type='text'>psychotic jealousy</title><content type='html'>it's sad how a good ole friendship suddenly turned out to devastation.. hate.. annoyance.. exaperation.. all-in-one translated as---cessation.. what's more excruciating is when it's stimulus is a psychotic jealousy.. in other words--selfishness.. could anything be more fatuous?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is i don't exactly know how to end it--the friendship and/or the cause.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's really vague to me.. i have lose grip on something already just for the sake of that so-called darned friendship.. but now i'm getting it back--the thing that i had let go.. everything's been done in a damn silent way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing clear is.. it wasn't my will.. neither my fault.. it'll be hard.. for me.. i don't know with the other end of the thread.. you got mad -at me- just bcos of it... i didn't even do anything.! you took me for granted.. it hurts.. being an option and then a piace of i-got-jealous-coz-of-you thingy.. maybe it's my fate.. sad bcos it's gotta be you who plays with the other end of the thread.. a thread called friendship.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.. that's a fact. i owe you so many things.. maybe,just maybe, it's an enough reason for me to keep holding on to the thread.. sorry i can't give you what you want.. i thought letting go of the one you want makes me worthy of your friendship.. but i was wrong.. total wrong.. silly me.. actually, i don't have any intentions of getting anything that's yours.. i didn't want you to get jealous.. to a friend to be exact..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna be the one putting it to an end.. i'm still here--on the hold.. i don't wanna lose you.. but if it is really meant,. i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always tell my self "that does it!".. but when i look back to all the good(sometimes even bad) things that had happened,, i still wana believe it's still worth holding on.. i wish i could do anything to fix this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there someone concerned enough to help me??.. i'm not even certain if anyone understand or even read this abstract blog of mine.. but if with great miracle, someone understands me,, please,, do leave a comment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-5212796968423620406?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5212796968423620406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=5212796968423620406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5212796968423620406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/5212796968423620406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/07/psychotic-jealousy.html' title='psychotic jealousy'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590636532163487905.post-7173757397331998271</id><published>2007-02-08T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:49:32.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reposts'/><title type='text'>wag tawaging kuya ang magnanakaw..nyaha..</title><content type='html'>Feb. 6,2007.Tuesday.isang gabing di ko malilimutan. hindi naging mabuti ang gabing 'to samin. talaga.. ntrauma na nga ata ako dahil sa nangyari..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   around 11pm nasa kalye pa kami. gusto kong samahan ang kaibigan ko. may mga "bagay-bagay" sana kaming pag-uusapan(diba marb?hehe). nung nasa climax na sana chikahan namin,nangyari ang hindi inaasahan. we found ourselves na nakikipag-agawan with a snatcher.haha!. i was so shocked that i can't say a word.i was so scared. i didn't know what to do. it hapened so fast.the funny thing is,yung kasama ko, sinisigaw niya,:"kuya wag! kuya! ku-ya!"(psnxa marb,ladlaran na 'to.hehe)..kaya yun, akala nung mga lalaki na andun pala sa kanto, naglalaro lang kami kaya hindi sila pumalag..hahaha!..tawa ako ng tawa pagkatapos ng nangyari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   pero nung andun na kami sa room ni pots(nakitulog na lang kami), bigla akong napaiyak. nakakahiya. hindi ako naiyak dahil naagawan ako ng bagay na may centi na sakin. napaiyak ako kasi naisip ko lang:pano kung sinaktan kami nun? pano kung may deadly weapon siyang dala? mabuti na lang cp lang napagtripan niya. buti na lang.. pano kung may masamang nangyari samin? kay Marb?? baka nga nag-iinO.A lang ako pero naisip ko lang talaga yun.. tapos nalaman pa namin na hindi pala siya nag-iisa. may mga kasama pa pala siyang nakamotor. mabuti na lang talaga walang nangyari saming dalawa. hinding-hindi ko talaga mapapatawad sarili ko kung may nangyaring masama kay Marvee. xet. mabuti sana kung ako na lang. lagi ko kasing iniisip,"kung oras mo, oras mo na". pero sa pagkakataong 'to, hindi ko na 'yun naisip. takot na takot talaga ako lalo na dahil may kasama ako. kaya 'yon,napaiyak ako sa harap nila. tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   grabe ang experience na 'yon para samin. pero dahil dun, narealize kong andami na palang nangyari samin na magkasama. sa masaya, malungkot, at suspence pa!(haha! para bagang through THICK &amp; THIN..nyahaha!) kahit hindi ganun katagal, marami na kaming pinagsamahan(diba marb?hehe) Thanks meg ha?hehe..you're always there..at alam kong alam mo na andito rin ako lagi,suport system(nyaha,char).hehe. sorry sa pagiging B.I ko sa'yo ha.pasensya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  may isa pa akong narealize.. di kasi ako masyadong naniniwala sa katagang "i'll always be here for you" dati. ayoko kasing umasa sa wala. pero dahil sa nangyari, napatunayan ko na minsan totoo rin pala 'to.. wala na kaming matuluyan ni marb non dahil umaga na. alas dose na ata. hindi na 'ko pwedeng humarap kay papa. si hannah na lang pag-asa namin. isang text lang namin,payag na agad siyang doon muna kami matulog sa kanila. madaling araw na kaya hiyang-hiya na pa naman sana akong makitulog sa kanila. Salamat pots ha?:)..napatunayan mong andiyan ka lagi. pasensya dahil naistorbo ka pa namin at napuyat. salamat talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  walang taong nakakatagal sa ugali ko. iniiwan ako lagi. kaya habang magkakasama pa tayo, gusto kong sabihain na:salamat sa inyo marvee at hannah..pati na rin kela mic at maan.. salamat dahil andiyan pa rion kayo. salamat sa masayang samahan. mahal ko kayo. napakahalaga niyo sa'kin. (kita n'yo naman,tinagalog ko na 'tong blog ko kaya anghaba..hehe)'Lakas' man o 'power rangers'(haha) salamat sa inyo.....baw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590636532163487905-7173757397331998271?l=bidyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7173757397331998271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590636532163487905&amp;postID=7173757397331998271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7173757397331998271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590636532163487905/posts/default/7173757397331998271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidyan.blogspot.com/2007/02/wag-tawaging-kuya-ang-magnanakawnyaha.html' title='wag tawaging kuya ang magnanakaw..nyaha..'/><author><name>bid yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905793864350655333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMZD-VAFv_s/TFWiPwWUoNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXi_qFW59ws/S220/yesterday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
