<?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-17680205</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:31.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stochastic views</title><subtitle type='html'>body{background:url(http://www.boomspeed.com/cloudneo/buttons/bbutton.gif) fixed;}</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-113390858808731558</id><published>2005-12-06T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:39:03.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BEING TWENTY - SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-113390858808731558?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/113390858808731558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=113390858808731558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113390858808731558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113390858808731558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-twenty-something-they-call-it.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-113324388933460654</id><published>2005-11-28T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:58:09.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and I always say I'm busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes, this has been my excuse for the longest time now. For being away from my friends for mor than a month, for not attending to this and that and of course, for not being able to update this blog. Well what can I say, I have been busy but for the heck of it I only say this because I don't have any excuse but to say " I'm busy " but this week I found out that i'mt not that busy at all. Well thats because I even had the time to get my self a date over the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;this happened 2 weeks ago when i was busy (again, please forgive me for this) inviting memebers for the upcoming bed time kids event on the 24th. It was this same time that I came across a private message after i left message to this member. And as far as I can remeber this was how it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me: oh thanks for replying are u coming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;???: oh yeah, already registered online pw xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me; oh cool see u there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;???: yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me: nice pics. im online on ym wahts ur ym id?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;???: its xxxxxx add me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me: done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And then right after that we started conversing thru ym and priv8 messages. Sometimes we I left messages to his account and he did too!!! After a week or so we decided to meet up. We met up somewhere somewhere and we had dinner and he intro me to his girl whom he calls ate. Andthen after that we just hang out near his work and after 2nd date I asked him to bemy date on the 24th event, he said yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He makes me smile, its been 5 months since I felt like this, just the mere thought of him excites me. we already had our fights, silly ones I guess, I dunno why but I just like teasing him... I fact just the other day I was teasing him of my friend, whom I just thought liked more tan me, obviously he brushed off the idea. Me and my kulit nature, I just hope tis thing turns out to be something else, something special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And with that being said, I leave you this note I saw from julz blog and this was said by a 4 year old kid named Billy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know your name is safe on their mouth. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-113324388933460654?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/113324388933460654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=113324388933460654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113324388933460654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113324388933460654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-i-always-say-im-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-113324118463155409</id><published>2005-11-28T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:13:04.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Movie here and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday, Nov 26 ' 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Linard and Peter my officemates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Robinson's Gale ( initially it was suposed to be in Mega but then we decided to just get of the cab when it hit the ROB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My expectaion of this flick was it was suppose to be in the likes of the 2 other exorcist movies I saw. We agreed to watch this movie for that reason alone, we wanted to scare ourselves. Later on, we found out what this flick was all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Film starts with an eerie rural feel much like the ones we see on the 'prairie girl' but this one  had a really freaky feel. Next up where headed to a medical officer explaining how odd the cause of death of Emily. I will tel you what happens next cause this will only spoil the fun parts that this movie has to offer but I tell you this is a movie worth seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And just a teaser or a spoiler i give u this " Work out your salvation in fear and trembling. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After the movie we decided to part our ways me and pete went edsa cause (pete was bound to CCP for his choir prac and linard went straight home) Onthe way to mega I saw a friend of mien from G4M and he was also his way to mega but I think he was seeing someone(and boy was I right, now i know who that guy is heheeh) there so we (me and pete) decided to take trail back to mega without my friend. When when got to mega pete called up his friend to confirm if he still need sto come prac, well much to his dismay, he was needed, after that I went home and slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rob Gale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ghieno &amp; 3Stan&lt;br /&gt; Friday Nov 19 '05 7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This was supposed to have a different part in my blogs. Prior to seeing the movie I planned on making a grand review of this movie but after seeing it, I decided not to for one reason, SKIP SKIP SKIP this was how this movie turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you reasons why I got disappointed about this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dursleys nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;House elves remained inside the house or rather I say inside the book.&lt;br /&gt;Quidditch scene was like 10 seconds and then it was death eaters all over.&lt;br /&gt;Beauxbaton lead, Fleur, should have a scene with her butterfly stints in it.&lt;br /&gt;Cedric's death ( I wished  Harry had just left him in that maze just like what happend to Fleur, prolly if he did that Cedric is still here with us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the otherhand there  are still enough reasons why I continued watching the flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was free, courtesy of my friend ghieno and my friend 3stan was there also.&lt;br /&gt;Free drinks, popcorn and freebies like my wand and my flyff installer CD.&lt;br /&gt;Weasley Twins, Viktor Krumm and Cedric Diggory.&lt;br /&gt;Yule Ball scene is splendid just like what my prom loked like ( or as how I imagine my HS prom was)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, Cedric Diggory.&lt;br /&gt;2nd task scene I love cuase of the noble act Harry did for Fleur.&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention how I worship Cerdic Diggory?&lt;br /&gt; All in all it boils down to one thing, you shouldn't miss movie just because its part of the HP series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-113324118463155409?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/113324118463155409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=113324118463155409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113324118463155409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113324118463155409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/11/movie-here-and-there-exorcism-of-emily.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-113324013285532339</id><published>2005-11-28T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:56:33.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;First up... INFORMATION is the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me discuss to you what my involvement was with this said event. I belong to the information committee of this event, my job is to provide information to my fellow members regarding whats gonna happen to our group within this month or any future events i.e. Xmas party for G4M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that I'm supposed to invite members whether active/inactive to the group if there are any events that we plan to do in the future. I relay to them what has been discussed during the metings that they have missed and in return get feedbacks on wether or not they plan to get involved either on preparations wise or just simply attending the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its BED time kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: NOv 24 '05 9PM til monin the followin day&lt;br /&gt;Where: BED Malate&lt;br /&gt;Who: G4M members who like to party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event was suposed to be a benefit party (wherein the funds we were supposed to collect here was to be given to this instution in manila which caters to less fortunate boys and girls) but when they learned of how we plan to get the funds they back out us (which totally sucks by the way....) sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here's a rundown on what I did on that said party night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Met up with my date.&lt;br /&gt;2. Registered (this is the part where I learned that the benefit party wasn't a benfit party no more)&lt;br /&gt;3. Intro my date to my friends, got stared at, got teased.&lt;br /&gt;4. Smirnoff was free from 9PM - midnight&lt;br /&gt;5. Lounge for an hour in the VIP of BED.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dance, ledge dance, stage dance. Crazy dance.&lt;br /&gt;7. Kiss kiss with friends inside and out of the party(including my date, of course).&lt;br /&gt;8. Left party around 2 (I had work 4 hours after that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party I learned from some of my online friends that they too attended the said event. Bah!! how come you guys saw me and then I didn't even get the chance to meet you? Anyways its all good atleast I know I enjoyed this party and I hope to se you next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-113324013285532339?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/113324013285532339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=113324013285532339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113324013285532339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113324013285532339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-up.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-113323914292225548</id><published>2005-11-28T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:39:03.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Itchin to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's been a few weeks since I last logged in here, and boy oh boy alot has happened to me.  Most of the time I was busy with my friends from g4m, hanging out and just killing time. Over the weeks I met some new friends,  learned new things (especially from a 4 year old kid, I'll tell you laters) and made my self useful for some charity stuff I've been doing. Anyways I'll just tell how they happen, in ways that I can member them (I just wished I recall all of 'em)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-113323914292225548?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/113323914292225548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=113323914292225548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113323914292225548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113323914292225548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/11/itchin-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-113136180194267948</id><published>2005-11-07T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:10:12.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bum bum bum bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;guess im back. ano bang sasabihin ko hmmm... Aside from the there's pretty much nothing going on with my life recently. aside from the supposed" long weekend" that we were suppose to have ayun.. i spent it mostly doing work. yes i am one of those call center rats na walang holiday pero may holiday pay. I've been doing literally nothing for the at 3 weeks now after my right ear operation... thats pro'lly why i didn't have the time to right down anything' here 'coz im a big bum. anyways just to keep you guys updated with what happened to me over the weeks. eto inislita ko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;naruto freako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;been into lots of reading... naruto manga that is... i'm hooked into this stuff for until now. right now im chaptr 195 volmue 3 ( i think..) ive learned alot of " jutsu's " one of 'em is the " taijyu kage bunshun no jutsu " ( which is a multiplicity spell for nins like 1000 time your clones) its really funny anyways if your also into this kind of thing i recommend this site " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narutofan.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;www.narutofan.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; " well you would have to register first for you to get access to members only portion of the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pic-link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;another discovery i've made since my 3 week bum session. this session initially was more of a checking out site for me for some hotties pero i;ve learned some other feats this site has to offer. send privy messages , chats sound sstreams and mostly hit or miss check out.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pic-link.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;www.pic-link.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; it also has some sort of chatroom in a shoutbox form... and ive met some really nasty characters there so you gotta check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yahoo messenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ah the usual you chat, hit chatrooms and try your luck. bah! you that that thing already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jerks and the likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;andami nyan sa yahoo perverts. it's like ym is thier home base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and also i've added a new feat in blogs check out my credits page and click here to chat with us link this is supported by boldchat by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and thats it bum bum bum. bah! im outta here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-113136180194267948?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/113136180194267948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=113136180194267948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113136180194267948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113136180194267948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/11/bum-bum-bum-bah-guess-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-113099703294874895</id><published>2005-11-02T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:50:32.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did. I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery. I will not break the way you did, you fell so hard. I've learned the hard way to never let it get that far Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk. Because of youI learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt. Because of you I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me. Because of you, I am afraid. I lose my way and it's not too long before you point it out. I cannot cry because I know that's weakness in your eyes. I'm forced to fake a  smile, a laugh everyday of my life. My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with. Because of youI never stray too far from the sidewalk. Because of youI learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt. Because of youI find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me. Because of you I am afraid. I watched you die, I heard you cry every night in your sleep. I was so young you should have known better than to lean on me. You never thought of anyone else, you just saw your pain. And now I cry in the middle of the night for the same damn thing. Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk. Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt. Because of youI try my hardest just to forget everything. Because of youI don't know how to let anyone else in. Because of you I'm ashamed of my life, because it's empty. Because of you I am afraid Because of you Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-113099703294874895?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/113099703294874895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=113099703294874895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113099703294874895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113099703294874895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/11/because-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-113022355934264641</id><published>2005-10-24T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:59:19.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some luck huh!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This day started out as a promising one for me but to my surprise I was in for a lot of bad luck. Woke up around 7 am this morning and had breakfast with my mum and my li'l sis. We had oranges and tuna sandwich for the meal. After breakfast I went back to my room and slept for another two hours. Fast forward 11 AM and I was on my way to work thats when things went so... friggin wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Forgot to bring a coat (I wished I didn't 'coz I had to go back and giddit').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Despite clear skies 10 minutes after I left the house, rain poured heavily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Rain stop while I was on the bus, when we were approaching MRT Magallanes some kids were playing in the mud and they threw " something "  near the window I was sittin' and f*** it was full of streets moulds of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Got off the bus and went straight ahead to the elevator which was not working. Later I found out that the freaking MRT is "brown out" and this was announce minutes after I purchase my Mother F***i*g mrt card.  Had to take the bus again and this time I refused to sit anywhere near the window. It was so fucking hot inside the crowded bus. (this was only a few blocks after I rode the bus)  Traffic was building up along Rockwell - Guadalupe road. Then when we reached Guadalupe rain poured again this time all windows were open so I got all wet again . SHit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Raind didn't stop pouring and to my total disappointment " it was freaking sunny and hot in ORTIGAS!!!?! " Did my usual power walk to the office while cursing almost every building I saw (including my own office building located 4 blocks away from EDSA). After 15 minutes of he curse walk I had I finally reached the office. Nothing special in the office and I'm hoping this will keep up for the rest of my stay. Some luck huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-113022355934264641?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/113022355934264641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=113022355934264641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113022355934264641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/113022355934264641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-luck-huh-this-day-started-out-as.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112970705524104155</id><published>2005-10-18T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:30:55.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ragnaroks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guys its been a while since I've visited this wbesite and alot and I mean alot has change since my last visit ( like Umbala patch long). So far the game has lots to offer and all I need know is the time to do so... Im endorsing to you guys one of my fave things to doo, Masaya siya if you got the time to spare. If you don't, make the time! Anywats here some of the cool links I found out while doing my onine cruise. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ragnarok Film Festival~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just found out these ragnarok inspired shortfilms online hope you like em' Nga pala you have to atleast have a real player para gumana sila enjoy guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ragnarok.ph/filmfest2005.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.ragnarok.ph/filmfest2005.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Episode X Path to Heritage official website link~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For those who have conquered every challenge offered in Rune-Midgard, another still remains. To be god-like you must undergo the ultimate test of skill and will. Transcending above mere mortals is no feat for the weak of heart! Great power awaits those who will accept this challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.levelupgames.ph/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.levelupgames.ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112970705524104155?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112970705524104155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112970705524104155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112970705524104155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112970705524104155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/ragnaroks-guys-its-been-while-since.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112963851160120277</id><published>2005-10-18T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:44:38.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;can you dig this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What would you say to us?&lt;br /&gt;We are the people of darkness and fog,&lt;br /&gt;you won't see us in Dockers, or out for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;We don't live in your suburbs, or hang out in your bars,&lt;br /&gt;We don't listen to Kenny G, or drive flashy cars.&lt;br /&gt;We aren't drinking a six-pack while watching pro sports,&lt;br /&gt;or riding a lawn tractor in bright-colored shorts.&lt;br /&gt;When we were young, your friends were all cool;&lt;br /&gt;We were the other kids, in the shadows at school.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you taunted us, (some of you feared),&lt;br /&gt;you said we were uncool, ugly, and wierd.&lt;br /&gt;Did you befriend us? Ha! Not even a chance;&lt;br /&gt;We're not the ones who got asked to the dance.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're older, and you've settled down,&lt;br /&gt;we still see you sometimes, when you come downtown.&lt;br /&gt;So you've found religion, now isn't that swell?&lt;br /&gt;Now you're all jazzed up on Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;You're on a new mission, the GothFolk to save,&lt;br /&gt;to snatch us from darkness, on the way to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;What would you say to us, child of the light?&lt;br /&gt;Will you come to where we are, late in the night?&lt;br /&gt;When you find our hangout, will you just stand and stare?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see past black leather and spiked purple hair?&lt;br /&gt;Your Pastor has told you certain phrases work well,&lt;br /&gt;like "If you die tomorrow, are you going to Hell?"&lt;br /&gt;If you say that we're evil, and all full of sin,&lt;br /&gt;will that bring us to your Church steps, eager to get in?&lt;br /&gt;If we do show up Sunday, what happens then?&lt;br /&gt;Will we be warmly welcomed by tie-wearing men?&lt;br /&gt;Will we hear in a sermon, "Thou shalt not smoke or drink!"?&lt;br /&gt;(Will it sound like he really means "Thou shalt not think"?)&lt;br /&gt;Will we hear of the evils of dancing and swearing,&lt;br /&gt;and all that is wrong with the clothes we are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Will we hear how God's wrath burns against every sinner?&lt;br /&gt;(Will us heathens be welcome at the big potluck dinner?)&lt;br /&gt;If we don't measure up, we can count on a snub,&lt;br /&gt;no, we don't think we're joining your Church/social club.&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't hear anything likely to please us,&lt;br /&gt;(But we are sort of curious to hear more words of Jesus).&lt;br /&gt;It seems we will stick with our lifestyle of sin,&lt;br /&gt;where at least we're accepted, at least we fit in.&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that your Church was a drag and a bore,&lt;br /&gt;since we really are hurting, with problems galore.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is lonely, and can't find a wife,&lt;br /&gt;and last Sunday my girlfriend took her own life.&lt;br /&gt;Others, I know, are not happy, just gay;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone point out The Truth and The Way?&lt;br /&gt;We have faiths and philosophies by every name,&lt;br /&gt;After a while, they all sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;"Do whatever feels good, and don't worry about it!"&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't feel too good, I'm begining to doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;So we gather together on Saturday nights,&lt;br /&gt;to play our kind of music, away from bright lights.&lt;br /&gt;We hook up and break up, and hook up again,&lt;br /&gt;some men with women, and some men with men.&lt;br /&gt;We drink, and we dance, and we light up our cloves,&lt;br /&gt;while God-fearing Church folk avoid us in droves.&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus were living in this very year,&lt;br /&gt;would He buck the system and visit us here?&lt;br /&gt;Would He come down and join us, knowing what rules to bend,&lt;br /&gt;would He come and sit with us, could we call Him our friend?&lt;br /&gt;When He listened to us, would he look in our eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Would He tell us His stories, so deep and so wise?&lt;br /&gt;Well, He isn't here now, so who knows what He'd do?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone like Him? Could it ever be you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112963851160120277?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112963851160120277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112963851160120277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112963851160120277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112963851160120277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/can-you-dig-this-what-would-you-say-to.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112963439855635812</id><published>2005-10-18T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:36:18.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and now this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Friday morning I was at the hospital for ear surgery( which has been postponed far too long). This has been bugging me for like a month now(my right, that is) and I just had to get it off my heart and mind. Man, never had I felt so scared off my wits more than this day. People checking on me like every 5 or 10 minutes (but I think it was more of every 30 minutes, I'm not sure though). I don't know all the attention was'nt helping at all. I just felt so freakin' scared that I almost peed my gown, ALMOST! At some point, I actualy thought that the were taking me into this sanitarium rather than the operating room because of the weird hospital feeling and the questions they asked me. Asking me stuff like "How does this feel?" or "Is this okay sweetie?" Operation did'nt take that long though it was I think an hour or less for the sucking device thig to get the fluids outside of my right ear. How does it feel? More of a tingling sensation inside the paths of my ear, its like someone is lickng my right, although pain was inavoidable also, especially when they we're putting this metallic thing inside my ear. After an hour tiring tickling procedure (sudendly I'm all formal) it finally ended. They instructed me to get inside hat funny looking box(but to me it was more of a coffin looking machine) and then I just laid there for 5 minutes. Lights where all over the place while I was inside the "coffin thing" but no I wasn't feeling pain of any sort. After that I just told my mum that I was getting sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday late afternoon(like 5pm late), woke up feeling so drained (I dunno why I slept that long tho' must be the Rx they gave me)and with nothing to do. I was staring at the ceiling the whole time and contemplating on why I'm still here while my friends were out somewhere partying. Again I was feling abit grumpy because of the fact that I can't even go fix myself a bread. It was boring, dead boring that is, nothing good on tv. After 2 or 3 hours of thinking what ifs I just had to call it a night (but you just woke up?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, after breakfast my doctor came in, and told me about my "progress" Turns out that some of the fluids inside my right ear kinda wasn't removed at all. After that I didn't or I couldn't listen to him anymore thats why I pretended I was all ears to him. Nod and yeah, I see ( this i learned from work and miraculously it worked on him) after 15 or 16 minutes of my "progress report" he left. All that work for nothing. I guess I just have to go under medication for the next 3 months now. After that I just told my mum to settle the bills so that I coul get out there quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon, I was home atlast back to my room and I wasn'y all giddy about it but atleast I was out of the hospital. I was unpacking things when my dad callled me on the phone checkng on me. The whole time I was talking to him I was using my left ear 'coz I can't hear anything from my freshly operated right ear. After the call I had lunch and prepared myself to go online. Nothing much online, except from the email from my friends who was partying the night I was on the hospital boring myself to death. The photos were great and I was struck when I saw my friends with their "beaucon." If only I could show you how they looked I'm sure you'd pee in your pants. I wished I just joined them that night since the operation turned out crap. Oh before I forgot I met my " bhebhe " while chatting on Yahoo that night also. I'll post something about us sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its Tuesday night and I still can't figure what to do for the whole week. I'm bound for work on Thursday so pro'lly I'll review some of my work stuff or I'll just doze off and forget the whole idea. Tommorow I might drop by to our regular coffee meets or maybe I'll catch a flick or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112963439855635812?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112963439855635812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112963439855635812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112963439855635812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112963439855635812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-now-this.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112963138238028517</id><published>2005-10-18T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T03:29:42.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yup its purple...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've updated the layout for the 3rd time. The 2nd lay out was cool but I figured the blinking thingie wasn't working out that's why I had to change the whole blog lay out. I was planning a gothic look and I got alot of skins from the web but some of te skins I found out wasn't really me. I'm into dark things but not bloody one's. Most of the goth themed skins are into "emily strange" which was not my thing. Anyways to cut it short I saw this skin and found it easy on the eyes. If you notice at the welcome thingie a counter has been added. Shout box is up and running so please do leave comments about the site and the posts. Finally I have a guestbook so please don't forget to sign. What else can I say... luv it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112963138238028517?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112963138238028517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112963138238028517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112963138238028517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112963138238028517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/yup-its-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112917005502251952</id><published>2005-10-12T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:37:01.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iba pala talaga kayo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe namiss ko talaga kayo guys... last night i forgot all my queries 'coz of you guys.. kahit nitong nakaraang araw i was worried about my operation this friday.. kagabi hindi ko naramdaman yun when i was hanging out with you guys.. i was trying to be more ma-chika kaso sobrang dami ng mga bagong miyembro kaya i had to resort into sticking to my fave ipod c/o tita noeylet, si mami sobrang masaya with guo jing/sangreal. nagulat ako when i saw ethan and some of my previous dates all present there... kaya medyo awkward din at first pero hindi naman all night ganun ako when i got my groove back ayun at nangulit na kina gino, myk, james at rayen, ang orig na cast ng pinkantadia. bhogs, myrrh at kura absent kayo hehehe.., eto na naman ako balik kabado na naman... i didn't get any sleep last night kaya nga ang aga ng blogs ko eh kasi wala pa ko tulog eh.. tommorow i'll face my faith bahala si god sakin i hope i get cured na totally after it. nga pala try to listen to this link ewan i'm feeling romantic all of a sudden kaso jologs kaya bear with me na lang po &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/ibelieve.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/ibelieve.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; sana makarelate kayo good day guys.. update ako siguro early next week after it bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112917005502251952?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112917005502251952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112917005502251952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112917005502251952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112917005502251952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/iba-pala-talaga-kayo.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112910871323073626</id><published>2005-10-12T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:37:41.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few hours left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still had made my hair fixed yet in a few hours i'll be seeing my family in this group i started to love these past years... excited ako kasi i will be seeing my mum there and my kapatid. i just hope i don't see ythis guy i despise. basta i''ll hold onto my seat para lang di ko sha kausapin... i really wish i could coome on saturday too bad im going under the needle for my slowly fading right ear.. anyways go to go guys hafta prep up mah self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112910871323073626?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112910871323073626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112910871323073626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112910871323073626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112910871323073626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/few-hours-left-i-still-had-made-my.html' title=''/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112909805868258607</id><published>2005-10-11T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:39:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;updates... updates... updates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished updating my blogs.. hehehe kakagaan ng loob when i saw my baby blog heh. Kuya julz thansk for being so tekki with these stuffs.. i will be posting some more about me within the week. gosh na excite talaga ko when i learned how to updtae my blog layout thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.con"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;www.blogskins.con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myshoutbox.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;www.myshoutbox.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; do leave a message sa shoutbox and comments on the site lay out itself thanks po enjoy ur stay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112909805868258607?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112909805868258607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112909805868258607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112909805868258607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112909805868258607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112909722095781565</id><published>2005-10-11T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:39:56.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you forgot (i was with you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've finally figured you out. After a month filled with offline messages, sweets nothings over the phone. I finally learned why I met you. Do you remember when we decided to go steady? It was exactly 4 days ago... Last night I had fun talking to you over the phone like we had learned to do this past month. You with your antics with school and family life. I told you I wasn't feeling good last night and that made some what sad. I told you I'm feeling a bit low today and then you offered some choco's online. This morning when I dropped by at your place, I was happy. Talk was good, breakfast was scrumptuous and you owned the perfect smile to start mine. Everything was going great. I could not ask for more, except one thing, you forgot I was with you the whole time. After ourbreakfast you left me in your room, while you answer your phone. I was there when you talked online with your "friends." I was there while you replied to every text messages, offline messages, I was left with no one to talk to but my self. I know its too early to demand most of your time, but today you made me feel lonelier than I've ever felt before. I was just there sitting in that silly couch waiting for you to remember. I just want to tell that you forgot I was with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112909722095781565?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112909722095781565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112909722095781565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112909722095781565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112909722095781565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-forgot-i-was-with-you.html' title='you forgot (i was with you)'/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112903845483291418</id><published>2005-10-11T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:40:28.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcko~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1486/1709/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1486/1709/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Siya ang larawan ng kakulitan at kabataan. Palalo, ostrata, buktot ang pag-isip. Para sa kanya ang mga bagay na hinde niya maintindihan ay di na dapat pang pag-aksayahan ng panahon. Malimit siyang makipagkita sa kung sino mang mag-aya sa kanya, manuod ng sine, kumain sa labas, mag "bar hopping". Walang matinong tulog dahil sa madalas niyang pag gimik. Adik sa chat at internet, laging naghahanap ng makakausap, chat o kahit sa kanto basta may makadaupang palad siya. Mas pinipili niyang may makasama sa halip na mag-isa, hindi mo sya makikitang nagmumukmok at nagsasarili. Tambay sa kanto, o cafe o mall yan ang palagiang buhay niya. May pagkalasinggero ang taong ito, nung isang beses naka 7 shots ng tequiella kasi pinaiyak siya ni... Madalas nag-iinom ng walang dahilan at kapag asa kasayahan ay nakakalimot sa sarili. Hindei marunong magsabi ng sorry, dedma sa kanya kung nakakasakit siya o hinde. Kadalasang walang pakialam sa nagyayari sa paligid niya, nung may rally sa Guadalupe dahil sa " wire tapping " ayun at nasa piling siya ng isa sa mga "kachung" niya. Hinde na siya umaasang mabubuo pa ang pamilya nila, at ni hinde pumapasok sa isipan na ayusin ito. Kung ano ang naririyan na, ganyan na lang, hayaan na, ganyan ang paniniwala niya sa buhay. Mas maasahan ang kapangahasan niya kesa kay Paolo lalo na sa pakikihalubilo sa ibang tao. Mahilig sa magagarbong bagay mula sa telepono, damit, sapatos at lahat ng makamundong luho. Kadalasan sadlak sa utang kasi hinde dahil ds 'di alam kung anong gagawin sa perang hawak niya. Makamundo yan ang tanging makapaglalarawan sa kania. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112903845483291418?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112903845483291418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112903845483291418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112903845483291418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112903845483291418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/marcko.html' title='Marcko~'/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17680205.post-112903836723114539</id><published>2005-10-11T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:41:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1486/1709/1600/paulo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1486/1709/320/paulo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Romantic idiot. Lives in the illusion that someday, someone is gonna save him from all the shit that he has been going through. He was born and told that life in this world isn't that bad at at all. Always tries to please every body, and keeps a happy face all the time. Never had the chance to be the " Mr. I'm-so-famous-you-should-worship-me (He wishes to be like one tho')." He has couple of naive friends like him, totally clueless of what's going to happen to them lives. Has a bad sense of direction, will pay extra just to get this fixed. Is always the last to know. Loves coffee, going to movies on solo (talk about pathetic).Not into reading books, not into random thoughts and definitely a darling of the crowd. He prefers to be by himself most of the time. He is a good in paper guy ( go figure or ask Carrie Bradshaw). He is living with his mum and lil' sis as well as provide fro them. You will never see him in any street party, with all the bling-bling and shit this world could offer. Ordinary best describes this guy but definitely not normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17680205-112903836723114539?l=figid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/feeds/112903836723114539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17680205&amp;postID=112903836723114539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112903836723114539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17680205/posts/default/112903836723114539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figid.blogspot.com/2005/10/paulo.html' title='Paulo~'/><author><name>figid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08897891714332477337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jauMXqUMIuU/R8z1chaRmcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqwBXOosfWk/S220/upper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
