<?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-6802504</id><updated>2011-06-10T21:41:59.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FirstiMe</title><subtitle type='html'>Im a Broadcast Journalism Student, I enjoy the company of my block but most especially with my TEATRO family... Im Libra and i am an Artist...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-4247729478940493958</id><published>2007-10-26T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:35:27.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)To my haste or care, this is me you may or may not care...&lt;br /&gt;HI! its been a long time...&lt;br /&gt;well everyday is a learning experience, you forget something, you remember one, you're surprised by another, be sadden once in while, you seek to be alone, you yearn for a hug or a tap at your back, laugh out of nothing or when there is something to, but never forget to smile.&lt;br /&gt;Simple but effective, Love as much as you can, but smile more often.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Bu!&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone that my memory can grasp. All the places, picked pieces of your brains, laughs, tears, quarrels, all encompassing discusions, the brevity of life.....&lt;br /&gt;Hard and laborious life maybe, well lets enjoy life and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-4247729478940493958?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/4247729478940493958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=4247729478940493958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/4247729478940493958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/4247729478940493958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-haste-or-care-this-is-me-you-may.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-116419003801192262</id><published>2006-11-22T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:47:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)To my haste or care, this is me you may or may not care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Name &amp; gender, lines and blockings may be altered to what will suit the actor/venue/instructor,&lt;br /&gt;However, please do not disregard quality of the performance and content. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Please choose if your going to do a Narrator or Just Voice Over, Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Legend/s:&lt;br /&gt;suggested direction,depends with the actors/venue/instructor&lt;br /&gt;Duration of Execution&lt;br /&gt;SFX = Sound Effects&lt;br /&gt;LFX = Light Effects&lt;br /&gt;XF = Stage Effects&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Inpired by Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;Created by Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LFX: Lights Out to Fade in.&lt;br /&gt;SFX1: Fade in "Jingle Bells"&lt;br /&gt;[ after two line of "Jingle Bells", enter placard,]&lt;br /&gt;[Enter placards "Christmas" and "Eve" from opposite direction and out]&lt;br /&gt;[sfx1 fades out,]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LFX: Disco Lights&lt;br /&gt;SFX2:Fade in "Be Our Guest"&lt;br /&gt;[Entrance of Servants in line lead by Poor Bob]&lt;br /&gt;[ make choreography for the Opening Presentation "Be Our Guest"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFX2: Music under, servants still dancing on the background while having the Narrator/Voice Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR/VOICE OVER: Its Christmas Eve! In the mansion of Land Lord Larry, the servants lead by Poor Bob finished their chores and prepared for their Christmas celebration to be held in the mansion which they always do for the past years, because the scrooge Land Lord Larry never spends his time in the mansion. Until Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land Lord Larry: What is the meaning of this?&lt;br /&gt;[LXF:Disco abrupt out]&lt;br /&gt;[ Larry will enter from the stage, all the servants will stop and scramble back in line]&lt;br /&gt;[ It could be like a v-shape line, open area favoring the audience]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LARRY : I believe all of you are done cleaning this area?! Now Leave! I do not want noisy people in my mansion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Bob: Land Lord Larry...&lt;br /&gt;[ his position is on the out most end of the v-shaped formation opposite to Land Lord Larry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Bob: In behalf of your faithful servants,&lt;br /&gt;[servants will do a lady and gentlemen bow]&lt;br /&gt;Poor Bob: We greet you a Merry Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LARRY: Christmas? Bah!&lt;br /&gt;[ goes to the center, to the tip of the v-shpe formation he will be in its center]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LARRY: I want you to replace the firewood in my storage, delegate men and remove all the vines on my mansion walls, laundry all MY white linen and iron them all, I do not want to see unnecessary creases on it. Now move!&lt;br /&gt;[servants run crossing the stage from different direction, some will go to the wall on stage taking off the vines, some will be gatherng firewood on the left part of the stage and on the right some folding some white linen,] Duration of Execution: 2 eights/16 counts or 4 eights/36 counts]&lt;br /&gt;[ the props that will be used here such a improvised vines, firewood and cloth will be use in other scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: Finally everyone finished the tasked and went home just in time for the Christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Bob: I wish Master Larry would pay us more...&lt;br /&gt;Servant 1: Your are right, for a person like that, he cretainly has enough money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Servant exit the stage]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: But Land Lord Larry never thought he had enough money. Tonight, he stayed late in his mansion to count his gold coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Christmas? Bah! I hate it, Everyone is acting to be an extra good person, I don't Believe that! Their only doing that because they want my money!&lt;br /&gt;I worked hard for this and there is no way they can have my money unless they work! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servant 2: Land Lord Larry, (feeling scared) we've come to invite you to Christmas dinner, were having steamed fish and few vegetables and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Out of my sight boy! I dont eat that stuff! Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: Land Lord Larry shunned and humuliated his servants away and hurriedly went back to his gold coins are placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: These are my gold! Precious coins that gives me the oppurtunity to have everything that i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFX3: Little Mermaid's "Part of your World" tune make it a little bit rocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: I have what-sits and Giz-moz a plenty, I have with-sits and what-sits galore,&lt;br /&gt;but who care no big deal, I want more!&lt;br /&gt;SFX3: Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: one one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand...&lt;br /&gt;[ Larry will exaggirately count on his desk area, until he will position to sleep while sitting]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: Way half sleep asleepwhile counting his gold, Land Lord Larry heard clanking of chains, he turned around ans saw nothing, until he saw... Santa Clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XF: smoke machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Clause: Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Ho-ho yourself! Who are you and why is my mansion covered with smoke?Who let you in?&lt;br /&gt;[ Larry being skeptic of Clause, he went around Clause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: I know you! You're that guy who asks for money to give to the poor! Im sorry but I WONT GIVE ANY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause: I am Santa Clause, now sit down.&lt;br /&gt;[With the wave of the hand, larry wa s forced to sit down as if there is an invinsible hand placed him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause: I see you don't believe me, Well it doesn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: This is just A dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause: However, there is one thing that your heart should understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Heart? I don't have a heart! I have GOLD lots of GOLD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause:[he waved his hand, directly to the mouth of Larry]&lt;br /&gt;SFX4: Magical sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: [Still blabbering words,with out sounds]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause: You should understand that Christmas is not just about money or selfishness nor loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: [Still seated,struggling to get loose and mute]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause: You are hard headed with a heart of stone to not believe in the true spirit of Christmas. Tonight you will be visited by three Ghost of christmas that hunts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Larry will fall asleep on his desk area, Santa out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: Larry woke uip with the alarm of the clock and was suprised to see Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness: Hi! I am Happiness, I am your Ghost of Christmas Past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: Happiness took Larry by the hand and flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness: Hold On! I will take you to a Christmas of long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Wait! Wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XF: Smoke Machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFX5: "In Exelsis Deo" do the reenactment of the bethlehem during the this song&lt;br /&gt;[enter bethlehem scene, Joseph and Mary found the last house and baby Jesus is born]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Why, that baby Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shepered: Hail! Baby Jesus is Born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: It's so Majestic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness: Because people become so busy with many things, we seldom forget how Christmas all started, The Birth of OUR SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST!&lt;br /&gt;I can see the Happiness in your Eyes. You were full of love, but you grew greedy &amp;amp; lost Jesus because of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: I don't want to see any more, Please Spirit, take me home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Larry will fall asleep on his desk area, Happiness out]&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: Larry woke uip with the alarm of the clock and was suprised to see Wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: I must be dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth: Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum!&lt;br /&gt;[Wealth is positioned on an elevated position with all the go/glow/grow costumed actors with him onstage, you can insert a perfomance here for them]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth: I am Wealth, these are the Food of Generosity, something you know nothing about!&lt;br /&gt;I am Your Ghost of Christmas Present, Come and see what is happening tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: Wealth showed Land Lord Larry , Poor Bob's Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: It's Poor Bob! What a poor dinner they are having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth: Because of your greediness with money, You never mind the health of your servants to be strong and well. Pay your servants well, so that they have enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: Larry still feeling sad for Poor Bob's family, Wealth left him, and Larry was... alone.&lt;br /&gt;Larry tried to call the Wealth, but it was to late,He cannot even see Poor Bob's family&lt;br /&gt;XF: after was...smoke machine.&lt;br /&gt;[Larry will go to the center]&lt;br /&gt;Pride: [Laughing and walking closer to Larry] Hello Larry! I am Pride, Your Ghost of Christmas future.&lt;br /&gt;Larry: What Lonely place is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride: It Belong to a man who was very rich. But he was so selfish and unkind that he had no friends... Your Heart! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: [Looking around scared] No, please, I dont want to be all alone, with no friends, I'll change my ways,, I promise! I'll Change!&lt;br /&gt;[Larry will fall asleep on his desk area, Pride out]&lt;br /&gt;Larry: I promise ! I'll change [speakingwhile sleeping in his desk then he woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: Larry was so happy seeing his alright- and there was still time to change, to make a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: [Went out ] Its Christmas Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/VO: LArry went to a charitable institution, went to the servant who invite him for dinner, and went to Poor bob's place and gave some things they needed. Everyone went back to the mansion and was glad with Lan Lord Larry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Friends are worth more than all the gold in the world! My friends i know i have shortcomings to all of you, I apologize, from now on everyone will be given of what each other needs and what each other deserves! And God Bless us All! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a Finale Song number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-116419003801192262?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/116419003801192262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=116419003801192262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/116419003801192262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/116419003801192262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-my-haste-or-care-this-is-me-you-may.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-116107477878053505</id><published>2006-10-17T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:46:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="842a2177"&gt;=)To my haste or care, this is me you may or may not care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt; 1 year Na Kami!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bb&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction="left"&gt;MAHL KITA BUBU KOI!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mabuhay ang mga kabataan ng ating henerayong naabutan ang kasikatan ng Porkchop Duo,Rex Navarete,TVJ, Larry Alcala,Freddie Aguilar, That's Entertainment, Ang TV, Original Voltron, Bioman at Bio Kids, original x-men, Yaiba,hanggang sa bangis nila Gary V, Martin Nievera,Robert Seña, Wolfgang, Parokya Ni Edgar,Irma Adlawan, Lea Salonga, Slapshok, Finding Nemo at mga Digital Film! MABUHAY TAYO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-116107477878053505?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/116107477878053505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=116107477878053505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/116107477878053505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/116107477878053505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-my-haste-or-care-this-is-me-you-may.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-115573972379484960</id><published>2006-08-16T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:48:43.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)To my haste or care, this is me you may or may not care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A BUBU DAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bubu just celebrated our 10th month of being together in the relationship and our 300th day of being so.&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KITA BUBU KOI! I chose you....&lt;br /&gt;" I chose the pain of commitment rather than the pain of regret... for if i choose the latter its much difficult to get out the realm of sadness."&lt;br /&gt;Bubu koi: I rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;                  I rather be beside you when it stroms, or be safe with my self&lt;br /&gt;                  I rather have hard times together than to have an easier part&lt;br /&gt;                  I rather have the one who holds... my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHL KITA BUBU KOI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE ARE THE COMPANY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI BLOG! Well im in my third week now in HSBC...&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun so far. With all the english speaking policy and the training exercises, its really great. Im having a hard time,though so i continue my training even im at home. Its a good thing that my lolo, my papa and my kuya bears talking to me in english even they just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;We are now nearing the end of CORE training and the presentation for the last day is not yet started, i mean not practiced... Some are reluctant to think or attend about it however the thing is this presentation will be a reflection not only of the trainer moreso of the members of the tranche. I hope we all meet the goal of making this presentation fun and fun! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Im not expecting a good presentation, im after for an excellent  one. Ambitious? Not! At least for some of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-115573972379484960?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/115573972379484960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=115573972379484960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115573972379484960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115573972379484960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-my-haste-or-care-this-is-me-you-may_16.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-115468933311046704</id><published>2006-08-04T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:02:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)To my haste or care, this is me you may or may not care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FRAUD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm in! I am happy!We are already assiged to one of HSBC's services!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All my hardships hehepaid off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BuBu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-115468933311046704?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/115468933311046704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=115468933311046704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115468933311046704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115468933311046704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-my-haste-or-care-this-is-me-you-may.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-115451288076896694</id><published>2006-08-02T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:01:20.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;A Discombobilated Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here on the 5th floor Pantry section of HSBC-HDPP building exploiting hehe the luxury of free internet (pronounce it as "iner-net").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am a man of many word --Literally.  I enjoy talking and expressing my views of things and of my knowledge but sometimes i have had conflicts in expressing it as tailored as my mind would have taught of it. Verbalizing my thoughts seems to retreat the moment i speak especially in times when it's an open conversation --in English. I may say that i'm not poor in conversing in english but i cannot say that im a sweet talker using that mode. One-line line seems fine, but if i were to explain and answer series of questions --almost a bombradment-- i stutter and my speech gets mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i am on training with HSBC-HDPP Language Academy, well, everything is going fine but then, when we had a "hot seat" activity wherein you are going to sell a product and everybody can shoot questions at you as if their using a machine gun --sometimes they stop but makes another series of shots that will make you startled more-- i performed poorly... I think. A mock hot seat --which i volunteered to participate-- before what had happend a while ago made the anxiety less,though. But When your there, when your infront of everybody else its you and only yourself that you can hang on to.  I'm lucky --well all of us got lucky-- because no one got neither mental blocks nor turning pale to blue because of difficulty of breathing due to tension.&lt;br /&gt;The good side of it, i enjoyed it! Well, then conversing in english with your peers was a taboo, now its but normal and i like it not only because we are paid to do so. I know that i'm improving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBU misses BUBU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Bubu! Mahal kita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-115451288076896694?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/115451288076896694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=115451288076896694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115451288076896694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115451288076896694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/08/discombobilated-afternoon-im-here-on.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-115443880701170117</id><published>2006-08-01T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:26:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-4/1174966/retainersnibubu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-4/1174966/retainersnibubu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;WORKING OUT MY WAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon...blog...&lt;br /&gt;I just finished working out... its been a while since i did working out, i think a 3 weeks have passed... well, at least i had a chance again now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY oh! My oh ! My Bu-uuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I miss my BuBu!&lt;br /&gt;She is a very special lady for me and and a very as in very special friend.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like saying this again...&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and I love you! MAhal kita BUbu Koi!&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/6802504-115443880701170117?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/115443880701170117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=115443880701170117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115443880701170117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115443880701170117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/08/working-out-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-115374134084275097</id><published>2006-07-24T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:45:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;It's my first day of training at HSBC...&lt;br /&gt;Yes its a call center and everybody who knows me would tell "William kala ko b?!"&lt;br /&gt;Wait, before you reminisce what i said in the past, i will refresh you what i said then...&lt;br /&gt;"Being in a Call center will be my LAST OPTION..."&lt;br /&gt;Ok... That's it... I didn't say that i wont be in a call center...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it is still in line with my course... And its no joke getting in a call center...&lt;br /&gt;I had 5(five) interviews, 2(two)hands-on computer exam and 1(one) written exam with 25(twenty-five)mathematical item!!!! It all happened in one day(last july 21,2006)!&lt;br /&gt;This was the only time, i think as i remember, that my armpit pespired so much that its functioning againts the reaction of my whole body inside the freezing building of HSBC. Anemic nag ako pagkatapos!&lt;br /&gt;I started today (july 24,2006,8am) for the training and it went nice!&lt;br /&gt;You wont expect everyone to be that oh-so-friendly co-trainee but i saw genuine reactions from them. Almost everybody were experienced, though not really with a call center job, but experience in a way of meeting different kinds of people and dealing with it grace.&lt;br /&gt;I believe we are the cream of the crop of the batch that applied for the opening.&lt;br /&gt;Im not boasting its just that im proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While 14,000(fourteen-thousand)policemen deployed in Metro Manila brace for the President's time for her Sixth State of the Nation Address and an incoming 20,000(twenty-thousand) protesters making its way to Batang Complex in Quezon City and Class for all levels was suspended (the very reason i woke up late!) including Government agencies and departments except Batasan obviously, due to a bit angry weather causing slightly strong to strong winds and rain.... Private Intenational Companies such as HSBC HDPP is on its normal execution of routines. Making us unaware what could had happened far north. What effect did El presidente Mrs Arroyo made after her tailored speech? Will this country achieved a unison cry for radical change? Will there be truth to the be seen in this bleak-cloudy times? Will the beauty of glorietta and greenbelt be affected by the change? When will Erap stop provoking "&lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt;" masses by stating his own SONA?(for crying out loud your on trail!You are only entitled of your detainee rigth!)&lt;br /&gt;So much was going on...&lt;br /&gt;Yet i had a great time in the training today... Believing that instead of leaving the country for work or just because i'm damn tired with the series of unfortunate events in this country, i will try my very best to be on top with this career as far as i can and pray that someday i will be an insturment of a collective effort for the progress of my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i will wake up early with a smile. That will be a good start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-115374134084275097?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/115374134084275097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=115374134084275097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115374134084275097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115374134084275097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-my-first-day-of-training-at-hsbc.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-115335794004023961</id><published>2006-07-20T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:12:20.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;Its quite amusing and irritating looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;First, there are a lot of selection to which you feel you pursue the one &lt;br /&gt;you really like...&lt;br /&gt;and the other was, it will be just giving you compensation dissatisfaction...&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Im still searching for a job... I'll just be open minded on things...&lt;br /&gt;Pride should not be on the menu...&lt;br /&gt;Patience is an included item...&lt;br /&gt;Faith is a must have!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and God Bless me in my journey to find income sustaining job...&lt;br /&gt;may he not let me reap my hair or bang myself on the the asphalt due to frustration...&lt;br /&gt;well im not that hysterical hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-115335794004023961?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/115335794004023961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=115335794004023961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115335794004023961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115335794004023961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-quite-amusing-and-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-115332073431513917</id><published>2006-07-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:05:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;"Jack of all trades, master of none"&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel that way? Well, I do. &lt;br /&gt;I am a person that realy maximizes my "now", well most of the time. Its like,i approach any circumstances like a double-edge sword, or in simpliest notion, hitting two birds in one stone.Get me?&lt;br /&gt;Here, for example. If i go to my place in Dasmariñas, Cavite  to maintain its cleaniness, i will not just go there that plain and simple. I will make sure that i have a meeting with my group there JCI, and/or i wil see someone from TEATRO or my former classmates thus consuming my time in stuffed manner.&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantage of this... I got clean my place but it will be just for a while, knowing that i have a scheduled meeting afterwards then i will not actively participate with the meeting becuase im too excited to see my family in TEATRO or my former schoolmates and be engrosed with a hearthy conversations.&lt;br /&gt;Another, i believe that when God showered mankind with prescious talents, i had a big bucket to catch it. Since i am a mutitalented person(self professed, hehe)i intended to harness each of Me. Relating it with my dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;I am now looking for a job that suites my capability and visions in life...&lt;br /&gt;But now, i am having a hard time to which area of my harnessed talents I am speciaized with, that will prove beneficial for my professional growth.&lt;br /&gt;Its as if(well i think i had)i had many endeavors in improving myself that its really hard to pinpoint to which i am capable doing Excellento! FOr doesnt matter what i am really good at but to what is needed by the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trained to Accept and adjust things or circumstances so... That is what i'll do... Do not think it(feeling of loss in character) to much and try to Earn and Unlearn each day of information bombardment and experience flashflood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to think of it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Im sharing the piece of me... Sense is Relative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-115332073431513917?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/115332073431513917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=115332073431513917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115332073431513917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115332073431513917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/07/jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-115328680394826463</id><published>2006-07-19T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:26:59.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction=left&gt; Sigh....... &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-115328680394826463?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/115328680394826463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=115328680394826463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115328680394826463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115328680394826463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-115133072058799332</id><published>2006-06-26T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:05:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/386/1600/bubu%20comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/386/320/bubu%20comp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction="left"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; BUBU I MISS YOU!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-115133072058799332?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/115133072058799332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=115133072058799332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115133072058799332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/115133072058799332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/06/bubu-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-114011968936810348</id><published>2006-02-17T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T03:54:49.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magandang umaga!&lt;br /&gt;Its 3:30 in th morning, im here at "At your service star power" cubicle, my designated office for my internship. Its a tv program of GMA7 - QTv 11. The host is Ms. Iza Calzado, at Diyos ko po! Ang ganda nya talaga at mabait... I m still here because i have to rush in finishing my 200 hour internship requirement... i've learn many things here... accepting calls, making calls and calls and calls and calls... just kidding... Kate(my classmate) and i was both designated to this program but she already accomplished the hours... though its sad but i think its my time to let them have what i know. I enjoyed running errands from this cubicle going to the kapuso building's news room library, the news room itself, the library at the 6th floor, photo copy center at the 10th floor, van reservations office at the basement and all sorts of looking for officials that is needed for request signing. I see many and different kinds of people and "artista"(tv actors) well one things a fact, they have better skin than me... hehe anyway... I enjoyed everything with this experience except the travel going for practicum and home... its a pain in the ass and a pain in the pocket... but what can i do, i dont have wings to fly nor magic to make me desaparate?   Its a good thing arjay, athena, jhen, eric, cindy, alelyn, tinah, mayce, badge, sheila, jezzire, and endrea are here... they are my classmates...&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy the company of my "bosses" here their accomodating and real people... kuya laurence promised me that he will give me a pack of smokes that until now he is not granting... ms. amy is quite aloof at times... well i dont expect her to all-gullible she the Boss here at AYS SP and i admire her for that next is ate jacel(she doesnt even want to be called ate at first) she is one epitome of an empowered woman, and ate mags(magnolia) hehe she's really nice! kuya ali sobrang bait, kuya cris na busabos na mabait hehe medyo shabby kasi siya manamit kalimitan(please im not offending him rigth) at si kuya yonel who is also friendly, dumagdag si ate joy well she is the type of girl who thinks alot... her character is fine with me...walang ma-inart sa mga staff saya nge eh...not becuase im an intern there im not trying to please anyone... well for now this is enough i left jhen down stairs dubbing the tapes for a diff. tv program "women's desk". see yah! Imiss my BUhay!&lt;br /&gt;magandang umaga!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-114011968936810348?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/114011968936810348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=114011968936810348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/114011968936810348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/114011968936810348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/02/magandang-umaga-its-330-in-th-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-113963242872133715</id><published>2006-02-11T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:33:48.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;marquee behavior=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY!!!!! APAT NA MOONS NA KAMI!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KITA BUHAY KO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-113963242872133715?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/113963242872133715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=113963242872133715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/113963242872133715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/113963242872133715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-apat-na-moons-na-kami-mahal-kita.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-113584853290796626</id><published>2005-12-29T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:28:52.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=black&gt;Hi! i miss my blog... its been a while since i chose to induce my feelings into this progressive electronic medium... Well iv been through things, a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;With all honesty writing really is a skill to be honed,or at least the liking to write often what you feel other than expressing it verbally. I've been thinking that now im really having a hard time to write/type the oh-so-many things running and sprinting in my cerebral cortex along in my haypotalamus...&lt;br /&gt;(big sigh!) plus the fact that i have limited resources to afford typing and arranging my blog...&lt;br /&gt;Right about now... im here at our cubicle at GMA7-QTV 11 show At your Service Star Power... I and kate are the student trainees here and we've just finished rounds of follow-ups with the companies we are transacting... earlier my bu and i wathched Big Fish and God! its not a feel-good-movie... it isnt, it OVERWHELMING!!!!! I cried after watching it afar from my bubu and other who are asleep... I Love my bubu and i love my faher... Thats what i said to myself, the film communicated to me and we had an interaction... (sigh!) so much for to day... My prod people of the show here just came in yonel,cris and ate mags...&lt;br /&gt;Good day!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-113584853290796626?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/113584853290796626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=113584853290796626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/113584853290796626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/113584853290796626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-i-miss-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-113169564244939122</id><published>2005-11-11T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:54:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;marquee direction="left"&gt;&lt;font size="50" color="purple"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KO BUBU KO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-113169564244939122?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/113169564244939122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=113169564244939122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/113169564244939122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/113169564244939122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/11/mahal-ko-bubu-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-112753424402180354</id><published>2005-09-24T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:19:12.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito ako ngaun ers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with arjay and athena &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just having time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a free use of computer, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to type &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my draft script. hehe &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-112753424402180354?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/112753424402180354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=112753424402180354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112753424402180354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112753424402180354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/09/dito-ako-ngaun-ers-with-arjay-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-112649691212190079</id><published>2005-09-12T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:25:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi blog! well there are many things that have happened, I may not be able to remember them all but here are some...&lt;br /&gt;-the journ 41 and 42 had a wonderful retreat at Charles’s huang, tagaytay; &lt;br /&gt;-I still don’t have "vivid" my vid cam she has to be diagnosed, she's quite sick;&lt;br /&gt;-our bloc had a meeting addressing two "rebels": Main point was bypassing! and lack of respect towards co-bloc mates, well it was resolved I think but there are still wall that hasn’t spoken yet so I’ll just wait for the manifestation of this issue; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt; HI BLOG!!!! Quepasa!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was reprimanded by our director to memorize my script which I am really trying so hard because that scene is really difficult; &lt;br /&gt;our show was moved to November and know for October we will showcase the "ay Puke" for an external show; &lt;br /&gt;-we had a movie marathon at Jed’s pad with arjay, love, jd(ciempre) and rowie which I missed so much; &lt;br /&gt;-we had our rough midterm requirements submissions; &lt;br /&gt;-TEATRO also settled conflicts toward each other's  actions; &lt;br /&gt;-It was a celebration for beautiful individuals under the sun sign Virgo, it their month! Long live you beautiful people! Especially My sister Therese eusores, my cousins wenona eusores (sa may papala xa hehe sorry) and ate elyza Ruth cornejo ,Joey valenzuela, jr rayala, michael tacsay, Ms. Rachel-Lyn Leanillo, ate len, karen cancan, fred, earl maghirang rhonalyn arciaga, kuya eric judar, ate cathy VPAPU, kuya ryan calderon, larry LPB and arjay navarro, (please forgive me if your name is not shown, sorry); &lt;br /&gt;-I talked to arvie luna and its a good conversation; I was sent to Mauban, Quezon for the JCI Junior Chambers International Southern Luzon Area Conference last Sept. 2-4 the whole experience with JCI Dasmariñas west chapter which includes sir Ariel, pres. robin, Dennis, ate jj, ate maj, aldrin, jci nestor and ishin is really a good one, thank you guys!; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt; HI BLOG!!!! Quepasa!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I already watched pinoy big brother its cool to bad rico was sent out!;&lt;br /&gt;-My tatay and nanay went to zambales; &lt;br /&gt;-I dreamt of my tropa (pimpartu- a HS tropa) and they were there because i invited them to have a sleep over at our residence in manila which in reality we dont have then my brother and i went to school (PNU) for an early rehearsal at around 3 in the morning then i had conversation with the driver about the fare... well it all ended when i woke up...; &lt;br /&gt;-now i have lots of deadlines to meet SOBRA!!!!!!! God please help me.... Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-112649691212190079?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/112649691212190079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=112649691212190079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112649691212190079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112649691212190079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/09/hi-blog-well-there-are-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-112485190723220542</id><published>2005-08-24T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T10:51:47.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe I’m sneaking here at our lab room just to use the computer while our class is actually having their class, so this will just be a jiffy (a unit of measurement of 1/100 seconds) hehe see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-112485190723220542?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/112485190723220542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=112485190723220542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112485190723220542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112485190723220542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/08/hehe-im-sneaking-here-at-our-lab-room.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-112282115030175777</id><published>2005-07-31T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:37:29.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;font size="3" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! We were visited by our tito bo and tita babes. The latter just came from States and gave us &lt;em&gt;pasalubong&lt;/em&gt;. We had a Jolibee breakfast at our house. And at the afternoon we went to Pasig to visit our Tito Wilem and tita Ester and tito Wesly and tita Fe. For the latter couple's church wedding on Aug. 6, 2005. We watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith with our Aneteian cousin Wenona and we also talked about many sorts of things regarding our schools and even the establishment i have discount privileges with hehe... Well Its the last hours of my cousin Aron's birthday and were still here at a computer cafe me and cousin Lyza(which got pissed off with her brother Aron just a while ago) and sister Therese(now sitting beside me and correcting my writing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;I Love Sundays!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE MY FAMILY!!!!!!!! =)&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-112282115030175777?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/112282115030175777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=112282115030175777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112282115030175777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112282115030175777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/07/hi-we-were-visited-by-our-tito-bo-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-112234623068490283</id><published>2005-07-26T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:30:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black" size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here at ERS(electronic research services), Endrea and I is now working tideously for the our Video post Prod script. Well it s a kind of a rush but we hope to have an output that suites our standard. Its quite dissapointing that some of our groupmates tends to be lax in accomplishing this video, its not an excuse to attend other academic obligations such as thesis or go on gaga with escallating your social persona or any family related matters because believe me i'm experiencing tha also as MUCH as they do!So again its quite dissapointing... OO na hindi ko sila katulad, hindi sila Libra, well Endrea has different sun sign but at least we are getting along better in our project. I'm not saying that the other two doesn't literally do anything substantive but with this kind of work we do, we cant afford to dwell into conlifcts regarding matters in related in our four year learning in Lasalle and in this double major course. We are almost as near to sing tatan-tatata tatan tatatatatan tatan tatatan... I beleive not all "graduating students" are apt to bade goodbye to the alma mater. A fellow Lasallian though a DLSU Main graduate mentioned that they did some actions from the past for the exclusion of Lasalle Dasma out of the system becauce of producing non-quality garduates specifically those who cannot even execute a simple english conversation. Well I certainly negated that because it's hasty generalization for a bunch of graduate regarding their capacity of speaking an "accepted" language not more on how they can change an environment for the betterment of a situation. Well the conversation died a natural death any way. &lt;br /&gt;The only person that can lift your morale and intellect is you! Abstactly, Follow thy heart and mind because it is guided by the one up there in the infinity of the universe. Though we are infinitisimal to other creations we are still steward of this world that changes rapidly. In in order to cope with that is crave for learning and experience, It wont hurt if a person starts to open his or her brain box to other ideas for you to unlearn or fortify current knowledge. It a challenge to compete with your self but its the only right way to improve oneself, you dont need other people to boss you around or remind you what you will do.&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the graduating students of De La Salle University Dasmariñas and confidently i can say how proud i am of being a Lasallian because its not only making me an apt media practitioner, but an Artist and A student leader as well! Hope that every graduating student feels this way one way or another. If not, a sem or two can help you finaly realize the responsibility to your academe,family, yourself and God! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-112234623068490283?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/112234623068490283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=112234623068490283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112234623068490283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112234623068490283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-here-at-erselectronic-research.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-112219883247382904</id><published>2005-07-24T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:14:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eo! i just drop by to say i missed this spot of my life... &lt;br /&gt;The portion where iam able to talk with myself an write it down... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time... &lt;br /&gt;daming nagyayari at yung iba nakakabigla yung iba it made me realize that i dont have the heaviest problem in this world but it still a problem... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to enjoy them, i know this reality may help me from the actuality life will let me experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became cheesy this past few days and well... i've been missing some individuals, forgetting some, and not minding others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be of service to those who needs me... &lt;br /&gt;Salamat po Lord... =)    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-112219883247382904?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/112219883247382904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=112219883247382904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112219883247382904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112219883247382904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/07/eo-i-just-drop-by-to-say-i-missed-this.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-112115007594048615</id><published>2005-07-12T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:56:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#333300" size="3"=&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much! May God always guide you and take care of you from your busy day... I miss you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous manque si beaucoup ! Pouvoir Dieu toujours guide vous et s'occupe de vous de votre jour occupé.. Je vous manque. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo le pierdo tanto! Pueda a Dios siempre guía usted y le cuida de de su día ocupado.. Yo le pierdo. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La manco cosí molto! Potere Dio sempre guida lei ed occuparsi di lei dal suo giorno occupato.. La manco. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-112115007594048615?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/112115007594048615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=112115007594048615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112115007594048615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112115007594048615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-miss-you-so-much-may-god-always.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-112073015566687311</id><published>2005-07-07T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:10:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;font color="black" size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagtatalik....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(higa)&lt;br /&gt;(halik)&lt;br /&gt;(paglapat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pwede sanang wala ng bukas...&lt;br /&gt;--(tahimik...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pwede sanang akin ka na lang...&lt;br /&gt;--(tahimik..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pwede sanang lagi kitang akap...&lt;br /&gt;--(umaakap..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pwede sanang hindi ka na umuwi..&lt;br /&gt;--(tahimik..)&lt;br /&gt;--(Bakit mo ako tinititigan?)&lt;br /&gt;(tatahimik at ngingiti...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kung nagmamahalan tayo mas masarap ito...&lt;br /&gt;--(tititig..)&lt;br /&gt;--(aakap..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    =Bubukas ang gate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pwede sana walang gate...&lt;br /&gt;--ang ingay eh.. (tatawa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tatawa)&lt;br /&gt;--(ngingiti..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Bat mo akong tinititigan?&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong mapagmasdan ang hitsura mo...&lt;br /&gt;--(tatahimik..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(paglapat)&lt;br /&gt;(halik)&lt;br /&gt;(higa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-112073015566687311?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/112073015566687311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=112073015566687311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112073015566687311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112073015566687311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/07/pagtatalik.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-112038099397832089</id><published>2005-07-03T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T16:56:34.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-112038099397832089?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/112038099397832089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=112038099397832089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112038099397832089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/112038099397832089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-111769703949280233</id><published>2005-06-02T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:55:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="black"&gt; Unang Yugto:Mga Larawan ng aking mga karanasan sa dumaang panahon...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/lovejomitopejoey.JPG" width="300" length="199"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee nights with love,jomi and joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/IMG_0289.JPG" width="300" length="199"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and arjay makeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/IMG_0282.JPG" width="300" length="199"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and love makeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/thebodyaftermakeupworkshop.JPG" width="300" length="199"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro Lasalliana with Bong de La Torre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/THEBIKERS.JPG" width="300" length="199"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bikers of San Pablo, Laguna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/jovertjhenroxyandtope.JPG" width="300" length="199"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harang sa agos:ako, Jovert, Jhen and Roxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/Kulettouli(47).JPG" width="300" length="199"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yabang with Roxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/SABATISANULI.JPG" width="300" length="199"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIg laugh! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-111769703949280233?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/111769703949280233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=111769703949280233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111769703949280233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111769703949280233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/06/unang-yugtomga-larawan-ng-aking-mga.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-111756417357636866</id><published>2005-06-01T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T11:57:19.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="black"&gt;It was not one of my ordinary nights where i have to sleep while watching television at arjay's. We went out, george, tom and I well, we just eat dinner at SM Dasma food court and we met aldrich and cesar, friends of the former two. We later went to Hubsite (minus tom, he have some other things to attend to) to have some chat and get to know conversations. I ordered brewed coffee classic... its my defense against getting asleep once my head positioned on a comfortable or a not so comfortable position to rest on...hehe we chat until 2am. We talked of many things and it made me remember a past that i en-Joy-ed remeniscing... God! We have a SIFE general assembly at Quezon City which we intend to leave here at dasma Six in the morning and my friend george if already feeling drowzy beside me hehe... I just hope we could wake up tommorow alright!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-111756417357636866?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/111756417357636866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=111756417357636866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111756417357636866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111756417357636866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-was-not-one-of-my-ordinary-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-111751015519653753</id><published>2005-05-31T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:29:15.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! I missed you... We went to Pico de Loro, Ternate last May 26-27, 2005 Im with arjay(my bestfriend), dean(arjay's bestfriend,joseph(same) and apol(joseph's grilfriend)It was a 3-4 hour trek!&lt;br /&gt;And it was A Blissful experience! Sobra... Ill have the pictures developed and post it here ... God really is a great creator!!!! HEHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-111751015519653753?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/111751015519653753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=111751015519653753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111751015519653753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111751015519653753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/05/hi-i-missed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-111686836235284796</id><published>2005-05-24T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T01:13:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black" size="2"&gt;Good, genuine, and wonderful circumstances can't be bought by money...&lt;br /&gt;The compensation you will get from it is an overjoyed, outpouring and overwhelmed life state that you cant contain prodding you to pay it forward...&lt;br /&gt;I lOve God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Lahat ng angking kagandahan ng pagkakataon ay hindi kailan man matatatatas&lt;br /&gt;Pagkat kagandahan nito'y sa iyong kaibuturan kupkop ng mahiwagang pantas &lt;br /&gt;Iyo itong walang patumanggang tatanggapin, hagkan man o hindi...&lt;br /&gt;bawat samyo at dampi nito'y dala ang saya at pighati&lt;br /&gt;Kalayaan ng isip ang hehele sa mapanghusgang pagkatao,&lt;br /&gt;Dakilang disenyo ay mabubuo sa iyong bahagyang pagkatuto&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako ay anak ng buhay... panahon ang aking ama at ang kalikasan ang aking ina...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-111686836235284796?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/111686836235284796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=111686836235284796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111686836235284796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111686836235284796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-genuine-and-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-111561030048646404</id><published>2005-05-09T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:45:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="black"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Libra&lt;/b&gt; is the only inanimate sign of the zodiac, all the others representing either humans or animals. Many modern astrologers regard it as the most desirable of zodiacal types because it represents the zenith of the year, the high point of the seasons, when the harvest of all the hard work of the spring is reaped. There is a mellowness and sense of relaxation in the air as mankind enjoys the last of the summer sun and the fruits of his toil. &lt;b&gt;Librans too are among the most civilized of the twelve zodiacal characters and are often good looking.&lt;/b&gt; They have elegance, charm and good taste, are naturally kind, very gentle, and lovers of beauty, harmony (both in music and social living) and the pleasures that these bring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They have good critical faculty and are able to stand back and look impartially at matters which call for an impartial judgment to be made on them. But they do not tolerate argument from anyone who challenges their opinions, for once they have reached a conclusion, its truth seems to them self-evident; and among their faults is an impatience of criticism and a greed for approval. But their characters are on the whole balanced, diplomatic and even tempered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Librans are sensitive to the needs of others and have the gift, sometimes to an almost psychic extent, of understanding the emotional needs of their companions and meeting them with their own innate optimism - they are the kind of people of whom it is said, "They always make you feel better for having been with them." They are very social human beings. They loathe cruelty, viciousness and vulgarity and detest conflict between people, so they do their best to cooperate and compromise with everyone around them, and their ideal for their own circle and for society as a whole is unity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Their cast of mind is artistic rather than intellectual&lt;/b&gt;, though they are usually too moderate and well balanced to be avant garde in any artistic endeavor. They have good perception and observation and their critical ability, with which they are able to view their own efforts as well as those of others, gives their work integrity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;In their personal relationships they show understanding of the other person's point of view, trying to resolve any differences by compromise, and are often willing to allow claims against themselves to be settled to their own disadvantage rather than spoil a relationship.&lt;/i&gt;  Their marriages, however, stand a good chance of success because they are frequently the union of "true minds". The Libran's continuing kindness toward his or her partner mollifies any hurt the latter may feel if the two have had a tiff. Nor can the Libran's spouse often complain that he or she is not understood, for the Libran is usually the most empathetic of all the zodiacal types and the most ready to tolerate the beloved's failings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-111561030048646404?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/111561030048646404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=111561030048646404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111561030048646404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111561030048646404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/05/libra-is-only-inanimate-sign-of-zodiac.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-111458429708734105</id><published>2005-04-27T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:17:56.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The song for THE PERSON I LIKE but relationship  I CANNOT WORK  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TY4URLV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was a constant uphill climb&lt;br /&gt;Never got it right&lt;br /&gt;Each one I love&lt;br /&gt;Went through a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;You came and my world turned upside down&lt;br /&gt;You sung a different tune&lt;br /&gt;Can't let go&lt;br /&gt;It keeps playing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a reason to wake up each day&lt;br /&gt;A reason to shake my blues away&lt;br /&gt;Now I am whole, a lucky soul&lt;br /&gt;Wanna thank you for your love&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Thank you for your love&lt;br /&gt;Confused , my heart was in a daze&lt;br /&gt;Learned to live with pain&lt;br /&gt;I loved in haste&lt;br /&gt;Then watched it go to waste&lt;br /&gt;You came and brought music to my soul&lt;br /&gt;Inspired me to the very core&lt;br /&gt;You touched me where&lt;br /&gt;No one has been before&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a reason to wake up each day&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for sending you my way&lt;br /&gt;Now I am whole&lt;br /&gt;A lucky soul&lt;br /&gt;Wanna thank you for your love&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you for your love&lt;br /&gt;I saw the world in shades of black and gray&lt;br /&gt;Turning blue with every passing day&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that maybe all was lost&lt;br /&gt;My life took on a new turn&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because, it's because&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS 2&lt;br /&gt;CODA;&lt;br /&gt;No looking back, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;No more dark clouds, no more rain&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Thank you for your love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The song that speaks my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOON RIVER, WIDER THAN A MILE&lt;br /&gt;I'M CROSSIN' YOU IN STYLE SOME DAY&lt;br /&gt;OLD DREAM MAKER, YOU HEARTBREAKER&lt;br /&gt;WHEREVER YOU'RE GOIN', I'M GOIN' YOUR WAY&lt;br /&gt;TWO DRIFTERS, OFF TO SEE THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S SUCH A LOT OF WORLD TO SEE&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE AFTER THE SAME RAINBOW'S END, WAITIN' 'ROUND THE BEND&lt;br /&gt;MY HUCKLEBERRY FRIEND, MOON RIVER, AND ME&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUMENTAL-FIRST VERSE&lt;br /&gt;TWO DRIFTERS, OFF TO SEE THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S SUCH A LOT OF WORLD TO SEE&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE AFTER THE SAME RAINBOW'S END, WAITIN' 'ROUND THE BEND&lt;br /&gt;MY HUCKLEBERRY FRIEND, MOON RIVER, AND ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-111458429708734105?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/111458429708734105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=111458429708734105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111458429708734105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111458429708734105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/04/song-for-person-i-like-but.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-111349309276139371</id><published>2005-04-14T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:38:12.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;grrrr! theres so many things happening with me that it it pisses me off at the same time it tickles my funny bone. Hehe everything in my everday encounter with life make me more confused yet calm for cying out loud! I could really testify that humans need to have problems to make better individuals to see that life really is worth living for...dying for. We just have to be &lt;em&gt;sobre seliente&lt;/em&gt; in our own way to feel it. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-111349309276139371?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/111349309276139371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=111349309276139371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111349309276139371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111349309276139371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/04/grrrr-theres-so-many-things-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-111104589207765521</id><published>2005-03-17T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T15:51:32.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its been a long time since i got the chance of visiting you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After being able to emancipate(somehow) from school baggages im with you again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its been a hard time running to sort all things but im still overjoyed that i was help by Him, very holy but yep he help me, he helped me alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And to all who was and is around me i appreciate all spoken and unspoken expressions you have given me thank you... Imiss my family. It been two months i wasnt able to go homE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I let my left ear to be peirced. Hehe well its an experience. Arjay and i had one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just reinventing and exploring my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Assesment for "Kung Paano ko Pinatay si Diana Ross" It was superb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its a whole lot of experience. Everybody... I thank you deeply for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-111104589207765521?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/111104589207765521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=111104589207765521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111104589207765521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111104589207765521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/03/hi-blog-its-been-long-time-since-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-111093830540692054</id><published>2005-03-16T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:25:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested Title:  “Sunday – Niccolo et al. – Monday!”  or Dream, Believe, Animo La Salle!&lt;br /&gt;By: William Kristoffer N. Eusores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font color=black";&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;font color=000000&gt;I usually go home to my family every Sundays after six days of toiling school itineraries. At home I normally help with some household stuffs like washing our big pile of clothes, making the house spick and span, landscaping the garden, tending the orchids, our papaya tree and Bermuda grass.[rich kid? Not!]Along with this I enjoy watching noontime Sunday shows and stirring good conversations that regards to Philippine sociopolitical and showbizness issues with my typical structure of an extended middle class Filipino family.&lt;br /&gt;But not the Sunday of January 30, 2005, I freed myself to any academic and TEATRO obligations and chose to focus with my Likha, Mukha, Potograpo (LMP) subject. I barely know this guy, though I know some facts about him. Firstly, he is one of the many outstanding graduates of AB Communication of this University Batch 2000 and secondly, he is highly recognized professional by the department because of his exquisite presentation of his art through Photography. Yes! Our subject for this Alumni Achiever’s corner is a Photographer that goes by the name of Niccolo Cosme.&lt;br /&gt;A passionate, confident, musically talented and an on-the-go lad under the Sun sign Taurus. Niccolo definitely fits with this sign not just because his mom brought him out in this crazy world on the 15th of March, more so it suggests that personalities under this sign comes with a significant inclination for the Arts.&lt;br /&gt;We met at SM Bacoor and headed on to The Fort, Makati, why? He was invited by his friends to take pictures for the Philippine Flag Football League women’s division. Actually he is not a sports photographer in nature, he exquisitely does fashion photography for model’s portfolio, editorials and commercial products. He wanted to be to be called not as a fashion photographer, rather as an Artist. “I don’t want to stagnate myself to one particular field” he added.&lt;br /&gt;While traveling the smooth Sunday afternoon of EDSA I discovered some personal facts about Niccolo. He said “ I came from an Artistic family… not autistic ha [laugh]!”&lt;br /&gt;He has a grandmother who was a president of Filipino Academy of Movie, Arts and Science (FAMAS), public relations of Mowel Fund, affiliated with the Designers Center of the Philippines and a writer for newspapers, he has aunts in Australia and San Francisco who are singers and actresses, an uncle like Noel Colet, a famous TV host, a cousin like Kaye Abad, a younger sister whose very good in Philippine Literature, a brother who is an Industrial Designer and a father who directs GMA sitcoms like “Idol ko si Kap” and “Bubble Gang”. His mother was a social worker but then later on focused to take care the three of them, which he is the eldest. Now look at that pedigree, very dynamic!&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to tell me what pushed him for Photography. He told me that way back in his childhood days almost 21 years ago. He said “My father was a photographer himself and I think he is one of my greatest influence whether I like it or not, [laugh]”. Niccolo asked for a camera and was given a point and shoot type that goes with a long film. During his elementary days he already knew how to use the Single Lens Reflex (SLR) camera of his father. So upon taking his photography class in DLSU-D obliviously everything was no sweat!&lt;br /&gt;“I’m never studious, I excelled mostly in extra curricular activities, classroom presentations such as theater plays and video making.” He confessed. While in college he tried to branch out off the campus for trainings and experiences that definitely helped him after finishing the course and it did.&lt;br /&gt;Before getting into Photography as a profession he ventured to events production, Magic 89.9 newsreader for “What’s on the Metro?” then became a part of   GMA’s “S-file” production team. With Photography he started with a borrowed SLR camera from a friend. Soon after winning 1st place in Hello Kitty’s Annual Photo Contest 2003, which his subject was Ate Glow, he parted his winnings with him and bought himself a SONY Digital SLR Camera with a 55ml lens and named it “Srew” coined by his friend Minda Ponce.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the football field which was intentionally an open parking space in The Fort, I met his friends included into the team who were fish industry owner Izy Mariñas, a racer Gabby De La Merced and Minda Ponce a second course taker (Political and Administrative Science) in UP Diliman who is currently Niccolo’s apprentice in Photography.&lt;br /&gt;Niccolo showed me his portfolio and as an artist myself I found it good and expressive. He explained that lately he assessed his works and through the feedback given by his colleagues, He affirms that his style is of Expressionism. Somewhat Surrealist because the technique of intensifying the attitude of the colors making it more vivid yet with the touch of darkness.  “ I go beyond what I see because Photography is creating your image. I tend to exaggerate the colors, I love colors so I go for full digital enhancement.”&lt;br /&gt;Working his way in the industry wasn’t that easy. He don’t have billboard saying “Hi I’m Niccolo Cosme, a Photographer Hire me!” So he often go and swing the night out off his bed seeing him in one of the hottest gigs and events in the metro meeting people, establishing rapport, familiarizing significant individuals and more importantly… to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned that he also loves Music. So much of loving it he spearheaded in forming a band called “Sais” last 2003 that was commissioned to represent Cavite for the Department of Tourism’s WOW Philippines held at Intramuros. Their focus : to prevent Jabacano from dying. He admitted that it was really a struggle but they are determined to the realization of their vision.&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon went into night when we finished at The Fort. Accompanied by Minda Ponce, Niccolo let me tag along for his photo shoot at Intramuros for the Girl band “HAYLO” in a South Border Music Video shooting. I did not hesitate, because upon getting there I did not only meet the famous Cebuano origin band the South Border (minus Jay Durias. he went home earlier) but also the pretty and sexy girls of  “HAYLO”. Their manager Jethro Cuenca, was Niccolo’s friend, who treated us for dinner (I was really starving then, because we only ate boiled nuts MANI! On the way to Intarmuros). I really didn’t got star-strucked but I lost track of time while watching him work and enjoying the on going location shoot scenery. Then I finally assesed that it was already Monday morning, very early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/Folder%20Name/DSC00773[1].JPG" width="250" length="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departing from Intramuros, We were still full of energy so we went to Ermita to have some Shawarma for a snack together with his friends. Then after getting really onion breath for the big shawarma. We went home.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, while in his car and Minda telling their adventures I came into contemplating for the whole opportunity of being with another artist and a fellow Lasallian. He mentioned some points to ponder as he answered my inquiry for him being a Lasallian graduate… Here it goes…&lt;br /&gt;Me: How do think that you amplify the RELIGIO, MORES and CULTURA of our Alma Mater?&lt;br /&gt;Him: “Are you sure with your question, [Laugh]”. He continued seriously “It’s more of a lifestyle that you could either live or live without. Right? I grew up in a religious family that taught me do deal with life. School in college was my best experience. It was here I found my self, what I wanted, what I really was, my personality, and what I want to specialize in. Moving out DLSU-D I realized that I wanted to bring back Jabacano the roots of a Caviteño, it might be a small interest to others but its a significant move for me through music and photography”.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did AB COMMUNICATION be of essential in Forming Niccolo Cosme?&lt;br /&gt;‘AB COMM taught me how to handle conversation with people. It developed my skill in communication and actually trying to be a liaison, a bridge where in you try to look common interest and you try to make a bridge. I don’t have biases; I don’t care if you’re like this or like that. Whether you’re a cool person to hang out with, or a genuine person, or plastic or whatever. I really don’t mind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped me off at SM Baccor, and the went on to Cavite City where he lives… He still has another photo shoot the afternoon of that day and an casting errand given by his father for “Bubble Gang”.&lt;br /&gt;Me, another week has passed. I’m finishing all my obligations bestowed by my subjects, by my course, by my organizations, by my institution. After these four years of training and specialization, am I equipped to collide with the system outside DLSU-D? Seeing it with a Niccolo Cosme I know in one way or another I’m on the right track. How about you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;font color=336633&gt;Monday.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;FaCt You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Expressionism is a style of art in which the intention is not to reproduce a subject accurately, but instead to portray it in such a way as to express the inner state of the artist. Abstract Expressionism is a form of art in which the artist expresses himself purely through the use of form and color. It is form of non-representational, or non-objective, art, which means that there are no concrete objects represented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-111093830540692054?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/111093830540692054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=111093830540692054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111093830540692054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/111093830540692054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/03/suggested-title-sunday-niccolo-et-al.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-110841115588480361</id><published>2005-02-15T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T03:59:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Its 3: 54 in the morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We finished our rehearsal at about 2:30 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;God we celebrated Valentine's Day in a socially relevant upholding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We will have our major production on Feb 28 until March 1-5  a gender play entitled "Kung Paano Ko pinatay si Diana Ross".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Its not that easy because here at teatro you can be an actor as well as a production staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Any ways because of all the crazy stuff of running organizational and academic errand i  really taught that im loosing my self as an individual... Im starting to miss myself!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But at least some one is Guiding me... Thank him He is not letting me down... with God nothing is imposible....! Be lated Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-110841115588480361?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/110841115588480361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=110841115588480361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110841115588480361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110841115588480361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-3-54-in-morning-we-finished-our.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-110493460705815075</id><published>2005-01-05T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:16:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont feel well right now... after getting all the work to be done in TEATRO plus our thesis plus the hands on that will be on this saturday and after getting the feed back that my writing were as if i was getting asleep... I dont feel ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel miserable thinking that im just like anybody else... bumming around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as if i really did not do anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i want to cry... and then what? Expose my soft side! No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just felt that maybe with out my robust psyche i as useless to any one else... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-110493460705815075?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/110493460705815075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=110493460705815075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110493460705815075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110493460705815075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-feel-well-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-110423615348273177</id><published>2004-12-28T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T20:15:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)There are so many things to write!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-110423615348273177?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/110423615348273177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=110423615348273177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110423615348273177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110423615348273177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/12/there-are-so-many-things-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-110266506464124938</id><published>2004-12-10T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T15:51:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Ever find yourself indifferent? Thinking whether your making things in a right way or the opposite? or  Having the doubt that your happy yet you caught yourself in limbo? I think im feeling it right now. See the consistency?hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Today i gave out the letters i've wrote for four special persons that undergone their recollection yesterday well its not that grandiose rather its short just to remind those individuals that they mean to me. Sissy? nah! Its an act of appreciation.  I just hope that one will react on it objectively? an response letterwould be nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I also felt the urge to eat all my handouts(readings) out of desperation to understand them by heart. Honestly its not an easy work reading almost 150n pages of paper albeit i enjoy the notion that reading feeds the mind and somehow i know i escallated from what i was then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;With outmost appreciaton to our professor whose excistence was given by God... Maraming Salamat po!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Please dont stop writting(i know you won't) but this is the least thing i could do to is to thank youTuloy X-mas Party ng Journ!....please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-110266506464124938?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/110266506464124938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=110266506464124938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110266506464124938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110266506464124938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/12/ever-find-yourself-indifferent.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-110240066392024234</id><published>2004-12-07T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:24:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)=)Har...Har!&lt;br /&gt;Im not sarcastic or being boastful or something but i feel flattered that someone just drop by and took time to navigate my blogspot, and she's just beside me... maraming salamat... though you might have came her by accident its ok hehe...Hi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-110240066392024234?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/110240066392024234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=110240066392024234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110240066392024234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110240066392024234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/12/har.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-110234288430799966</id><published>2004-12-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:24:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) Seryoso ako nito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Time News Cast Programs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Patrol - 24 Oras - ANC - Teledyaryo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;            The battle for primetime newscast supremacy is still prevalent among news programs in different channels. The only way to reign is to top the ratings through surveys from the mass themselves. How to do it? Have an effective headline that would entice the viewers to affix into your program. The crucial part of a news program is the first three minutes or so of news delivery. This precious airtime is allotted for headline layoffs that will determine the success the entire program.&lt;br /&gt;The matter of this article is Why TV Patrol, 24 Oras, ANC and TeleDyaryo chose to present or arrange their headlines as such in their November 19, 2004 airdate.&lt;br /&gt;            In a study made by Richard Rivera (2004) the content of the news cast, the use of visuals, the adoption of coherent and effective production techniques and presentation of stories contributes to the success of the entire news cast, also going back to the elements of news, does it have significance, prominence, oddities, is it in proximity, timeliness and most especially does it have Human interest?&lt;br /&gt;            This guidelines must be fused into a seconds to play news headlines to capture great number of viewers in a certain channel or news program to leave other programs behind.&lt;br /&gt;            To start with, lets take TV Patrol. TV patrol is the longest running television news cast in the Philippine broadcast media. In the stated airdate, TV Patrol fronted the paraded corpse of Hacienda Luisita ralliest in Tarlac City. As I assessed this headline, they probably did as such because it is unusual and the element of oddity is there, to parade dead bodies in an urban area and that for a fact is news since the Hacienda Luisita violent dispersal is still fresh in the minds of the public. The dramatic scenery of the relatives can budge the viewers to watch the compelling video and then followed by a headline that there are three ralliest and nine police were proven positive in the paraffin test. The second news story can justify the theory that majority of the dispersal unit were guilty of ballistic assault making more interesting because government officials and military elites will be questioned why they allowed such evident hostile action. &lt;br /&gt;            Next is the 24 Oras, descendant of the program of SAKSI that is more likely vigilant in delivery the news. Made to broadcast an exclusive amateur video footage of the violent Hacienda Luisita dispersal. Thought the Hacienda Luisita coverage of the different news programs, they repeatedly broadcast almost the same footage of the strikers throwing rocks to the dispersal unit projecting that the former is the antagonist and the root cause of the violent incident. My professor believed that it was only propaganda to make the public numb about the violence and for the public to be passive in unraveling the truth behind the incident. Well we aren’t! The new footage brought a new angle though taken lightly to the violent occurrence because it showed bullet marks probably fired towards the direction of the ralliest. Making the headline coherent with the next news headline of the former newscast program’s lead headline. With these compelling videos of news story it may stir human interest of sympathy towards the strikers. 24 Oras presented it in a chronological type of news presentation showing what had caused the incident in a different angle, the effect of the violence and the on going conflict of the story that may lead us to be entice to know what will be the denouement of story. Thus making the content much appealing because the processing of facts were made easy.&lt;br /&gt;            Then ANC, a  24-hour news cable news program of ABS-CBN news and current affairs. The Program is more subdued yet informative (Rivera) that caters to both upper and middle class markets. Because of its nature to be seen internationally it focused in the incident in globe where Filipinos were involve and of concern. I fronted the positive progress of the rescue attempt of the Filipino Roberto Tarongoy made by RP negotiators. Though only a group of individuals are emotionally (personally) affected by the issue, the prominence of the issue lets us realize that the victim is a Filipino citizen who wishes to alleviate his family from poverty leading him to venture abroad, just like most of the situations of some Filipino family. But due to the video footages with minimal change though with good narration it became less appealing to the mass that is why the formal or standard news presentation of ANC appeals only to a selected bracket of audience unlike the mix tabloid style of TV Partrol and 24 Oras.&lt;br /&gt;            Lastly, TeleDyaryo, under a government sequestered station NBN (PTV-4) , Teledyaryo Is the newspaper on air, Needless to say it promotes developmental journalism(called sunshine journalism in Japan) it is expected to present developments of the programs and activities of the government specially events that could surface the “essential” moves of the government for the Philippine progress. In its November 19 news cast the lead headline reports that the President Arroyo arrived to California as the first leg for the APEC summit in Chile. SO what? She just arrived there. Where is the “lead headline quality” there? Just because it was covered by media outside the Philippine territory?  It’s not the first time the president went to a country for an important affair to be called “first leg” or what so ever! It just shown that she bagged her husband, “servants” and some economic elite for what? To discuss how they could deplete the resources of my country for their questionable development measures? The lead headline just led me to question, why should it be? More so is it another manipulation in media for the aesthetic beautification of the Government. Then followed by an intriguing news story of a military elite held responsible for illegally accumulating a big sum of money for imprisonment transfer. With videos as if the military suspect it show as if they didn’t do the anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;            The headlines to be shown in every news cast program follow a certain considerations that’s why they are presented as such before they become headlines themselves, either influenced by the mass’ hunger for knowledge about the apropos issues or a mandate by some of the elites in our society for their own sake, whims and caprices.&lt;br /&gt;            Point of realization: In our era of fast technological escalation, ironically it devolved us to be more visual rather that verbal human beings. Leaving us to be satisfied with just what we see not minding so much of its content. Albeit it’s the case some societies like communication academic strata, that teaches us to be more critical in assessing, accepting and reacting to the in formations being given to us my the Media. We just might be the next generation for Mass Media; it’s a good thing that the battle for supremacy in Media will not be because of rating and survey and commercialism but a genuine service for the Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-110234288430799966?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/110234288430799966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=110234288430799966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110234288430799966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/110234288430799966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/12/seryoso-ako-nito.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109963672076683130</id><published>2004-11-05T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T14:39:55.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hi Pipiz!!!! I miss School!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109963672076683130?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109963672076683130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109963672076683130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109963672076683130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109963672076683130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/11/hi-pipiz-i-miss-school.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109836502404545387</id><published>2004-10-21T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:23:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ikaw Nga&lt;br /&gt;by South Border&lt;br /&gt;Album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;IKAW NGA-mulawin theme song&lt;br /&gt;Performed by: SOUTH BORDER&lt;br /&gt;intro&lt;br /&gt;Heto na naman, nag-iisip minsa’y nagtataka,&lt;br /&gt;Nasa ‘kin nga ba at bakit nangungulila…oh…&lt;br /&gt;At nang makita ka, ibang sigla aking nadarama,&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig nga ba ito, ako’y nangangamba…oh…&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong ipagtapat sa ‘yo,&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y dinggin mo ang lihim na pusong ito,&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na tayo’y magkaibang mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw nga, ang syang hanap-hanap,&lt;br /&gt;Kaytagal na ako’y nangarap,&lt;br /&gt;Lumuluhod,nakikiusap,&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay mahalin, mo sinta,&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw nga ang syang magbabago,&lt;br /&gt;Sa akin, sa aking buhay,&lt;br /&gt;Handing iwanan ang lahat,&lt;br /&gt;Upang makapiling ka, sinta…oh…&lt;br /&gt;Nang makilala ka,&lt;br /&gt;Ibang saya aking nadarama,&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong pag-ibig ito,&lt;br /&gt;Anong ligaya…oh…&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong ipagtapat sa ‘yo,&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y pagbigyan, dinggin ang puso kong ito,&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na tayo’y magkaibang mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw nga, ang syang hanap-hanap,&lt;br /&gt;Kaytagal na ako’y nangarap,&lt;br /&gt;Lumuluhod,nakikiusap,&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay mahalin, mo sinta,&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw nga ang syang magbabago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa akin, sa aking buhay,&lt;br /&gt;Handing iwanan ang lahat,&lt;br /&gt;Para lang sa’yo, sinta,&lt;br /&gt;Upang makapiling ka, sinta.&lt;br /&gt;end&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/6802504-109836502404545387?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109836502404545387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109836502404545387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109836502404545387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109836502404545387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/10/ikaw-nga-by-south-border-album-ikaw.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109836116224199208</id><published>2004-10-21T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:19:22.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE LIFE!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REALLY MARVEL THE BEAUTY OF NATURE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ACKNOWLEDGE WITH OPEN ARMS THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE TO DISCOVER THE THINGS THAT IS FOREVER CHANGING!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I RESPECT GOD'S UNPREDICTABLE PLANS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAHAL KITA!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i&lt;em&gt; just wish i will not stop there  and continue to justify my thoughts through my actions...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God Bless us... always!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109836116224199208?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109836116224199208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109836116224199208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109836116224199208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109836116224199208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-love-life-i-really-marvel-beauty-of.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109835944882408270</id><published>2004-10-21T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T22:43:46.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang Sayang Outing!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We left around 1:45 in the morning at leah's dorm. Me, George, Leah and Tom were fetched by Kay[a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;], her sister, Apple and her brother. I had a nap before leaving there due to my exhaustion from the TLS midyear/funday at Lemery Batangas that happened 16th of October until the 18th and we(the four person above) left at the 19th in the morning! Hectic hehe!&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Batangas Pier around 4:25 in the morning. It would have been earlier if i didnt forgot to buy paper plates, cups and alike prior to that hehe my fault... But it really didnt took long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee style="WIDTH: 525px; HEIGHT: 24px" behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IM SOOOOOO HAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Throughout the trip, all i did was sleep. Sleep in the van and sleep in the boat! They took a picture of me sleeping and i hate the picture...grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;But while sleeping i know im happy, though tired but im happy... im sleeping beside my &lt;em&gt;Fiona!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grrr! i cant take this italic style off my work sheet grrrrr... I dont know how to remove it!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any ways it will not spoil my happiness!hehe!! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Haha! Its gone!!!![tan-dan-dan-dan!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At our arrival on the pier we were refrained to enter the premises because of the raw pork we brought. So in order for us to be permitted to enter we have to "halbos" the pork or let it be cooked in boiling water to prevent spreading of foot and mouth desease, DUH!. Because of that [grrrr!] it no longer has its seasoned taste when we ate at Puerto! It became an ordinary pork grilled over ember grrr!!! Well Fiona and Apple accompanied me to find a carenderia that allows the process. We eventually found one but it cost phP30/kilo! How stupid can you get with that bargain just for boiling! Well we accepted it any way. And so we were allowed to enter and proceed to the Pier boarding area. It took time before we got hold of our boarding pass and boat tickets. Fiona and i puffed a stick while waiting, then we got our passes. Boarding is not new to me because i went to Puerto last summer with TEATRO Lasalliana's Year End Workshop, but to them its suprising to cross an encyclopedia wide peice of wood long enough to incline downward to the moving boat..... hehe srcary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kay the others doze off to sleep but before that we took pictures and video, documentation! Ang tagal umalis ng bangka! I really got scared when it started to rain though there were no strong winds. I felt uneasy because of that... because mostly in the movies &lt;strong&gt;ships &lt;/strong&gt;sink because of rain, compared to our vessel its just a big &lt;strong&gt;bangka&lt;/strong&gt;! There more probability of sinking!Paranoid? YES! i did prepared myself for the scenario of sinking while in the middle of the ocean that's why i packed my things in a plastic and its much lighter than the other bags in order for me to swim and save the others specially &lt;em&gt;Fiona&lt;/em&gt;... well that's Just A thought... a very morbid one. The sea trip lasted for about 1 hour and 45 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was bit dissapointed at the scenery as we approached Puerto Galera's White Beach.... Because when I last came there... There were colored flags dancing with the changing tune of the wind... cottons of clouds float over the island letting rays of sun pass throught the welcoming tree covered bosom of the mountain and the waves gently escorted our wooden vessel toward the mocha colored sand shores of the beach.... ahhhh![REALITY!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its the opposite! Theres were no flags, the cloud was heavy and grey and the waves threathens us of being wet before we can even say HELLO PUERTO GALERA! hehe But sarcastically i did like the quatity of people... they were fewer! Thank God Its not that crowded!haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We searched for a cheap room accompanied by Ate Rose? a resident/agent of the beach. We found a room that cost Php 1500 per night that includes aircon, cr, free use of owner's kitchen and 2 beds and another that cost Php 1200 per night same condiments, this price got lowered because of Uppers ability to bargain. After that we rested and settled our things and planned what we will do for the rest of our stay. I set a schedule well its just a tentative schedule just a guide not to overdo our activities hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We grilled BBQs, and eat, then grilled BBQs and eat again we also have Henna Tattoos made by kuya James of Gecko's Tribe. He sells Dream Catchers(its cheap because it not peak-season). We waited for 4 hours almost, for the henna to stick very well on our skin then we went back to our room hut-to-hut because it drizziling, the henna might wear off. After going back to the room we prepared to swim and enjoying raging waves of the Puerto's White Beach. kay helped me to rinse my Henna then off we go to the weloming SEA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apple,Kay, Ate Karen and I enjoyed the rampaging waves while our dear friend George started to be sentimental while appreciating the beauty of the place. We picked up stones for cheap island souvenier we also saw a transvestine fixing her genitals hehe We thought she was a girl because her bosom looked pretty much real grrr! After the afternoon swimming galore we rested back to our room, prepared our dinner that was assually the bbqs ha! After Eating Upper washed the utensils, containers and paper plate... Yes paper plate hehe i didnt have much use after that instant, its a good thing we still have some spare. The Best part of preparation was the preparation for the Nightlife...We just wore out beach-nightlife out fit if you may call it then we head of tho the bar which was just 50 meters away from our room (i think?) We ordered 2 Mindoro Sling a specialty of the resort and it really tasted so good!!! We did some horseplaying like throwing sand at each other due to tipsyness. Theres no perferct time only a perfect moment, George stood near the shore reached by the sea water waves staring the sky hehe sentimental Nanaman hehe! It felt so good having fun specially with Kay we enjoyed this"photoshoots" because most of the time we took pictures over and over again. She just looked gorgeous in her two piece sigh.... Then when we finally decided to call it a night we went back to our room, Except for me and mr. Sentimental. We told them that we still want to enjoy the nightlife... but the truth was Geaorge wants to have a company, some one to talk with. I greatly appreciate our conversation near the ocean far from the loud music of bars .It is as if two hagard individuals found time to talk about their lives especially love life. The conversation made me a step closer in discovering "who is George Putong" so is he with me i think. We retired around 330 in the morning i think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We woke up around 8 in th morning because we were scheduled to have this island hopping. I am used to the situation of waking up early even i barely had sleep. I fried the rice that was left from yesterday's dinner for to bring in our trip. We were fetched by Ate Rose? and went to the shore to dock to our bangka. The trip from the first island was long but its rewarding. We snorkled and saw corals and many fishes. Is this my chance? was it my time to tell her? Grrr... i've tried yet im scared... while the others wandered their eyes below the surface my eyes was looking for her and a sign to do it yet again im scared of rejection, im scraed that the instant if i tell her what i feel i would drown,forgot that i m wearing a life jaket and sink down to the sea bed embeaded by corals.... She always saw me looking at her while under the water and i intended her to... see me. Oh! George had a hard time to snorkle because of his man-eating life jacket unlike Upper whose agility to swim and float resembles to... oh! I can't barely see apple (eh ang puti ko naman pla kasi!), Well as usual Tom and Leah was enjoying each other... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Next Stop was another island.&lt;/span&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109835944882408270?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109835944882408270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109835944882408270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109835944882408270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109835944882408270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/10/sobrang-sayang-outing-we-left-around.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109728992866973593</id><published>2004-10-09T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T10:45:28.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its My Happy BirthDay WeeK!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;well i may not be a top honcho individual that must be alloted a week long celebration but i Do appreciate and declare that this week is my week! With all the ups and downs that had happened in the span of 7 day i still love everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OCT. 4, 2004!!!!! I LOVE LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109728992866973593?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109728992866973593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109728992866973593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109728992866973593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109728992866973593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-my-happy-birthday-week-well-i-may.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109608061598618746</id><published>2004-09-25T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T10:50:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THE WAR OF HEARTS AND MINDS&lt;br /&gt;war of hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;who will pay the price?&lt;br /&gt;does anybody care?&lt;br /&gt;it's not make believe&lt;br /&gt;you've seen it on your tv screens&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're not here&lt;br /&gt;take my wife please&lt;br /&gt;if you think it's funny&lt;br /&gt;cut my heart out for a souvenir&lt;br /&gt;take my life please&lt;br /&gt;if you think it's worth it&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're not here&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're not here&lt;br /&gt;war of hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;7 days later&lt;br /&gt;i still can't find&lt;br /&gt;truth and peace&lt;br /&gt;how will i find my way&lt;br /&gt;they say love, love without fear&lt;br /&gt;is said to be the key&lt;br /&gt;but just look around&lt;br /&gt;no clear answer to be found&lt;br /&gt;get me out, get me out, get me out&lt;br /&gt;take my wife please&lt;br /&gt;if you think it's funny&lt;br /&gt;cut my heart out for a souvenir&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather it be me&lt;br /&gt;in this tragic comedy&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're not here&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're not here&lt;br /&gt;take my wife please&lt;br /&gt;if you think it's funny&lt;br /&gt;cut my heart out for a souvenir&lt;br /&gt;take my life please&lt;br /&gt;if you think it's worth it&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're not here&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're not here&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're not here&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"i wish i was with someone i love.."&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/6802504-109608061598618746?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109608061598618746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109608061598618746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109608061598618746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109608061598618746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/09/war-of-hearts-and-minds-war-of-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109607783268348939</id><published>2004-09-25T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T10:03:52.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) AHHHHH!!!!!!!! the "Paglilitis ni Mang Serapio" Saga is getting nearer to its end... we have had tiring and stressfull weeks rehearsing to reach performance perfection but ironically we had few int level. I am thankfull to those significant individuals who made the show possible, and may greatest gratitudes who supported us... We are not in the initial stage of completing the post-production and im hoping this will be a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Its saying hello again to my self as a student, though i have to be active as EVP for Academics of the group because i dont want anyone under my jurisdiction fall out of failing grades! God please help the probees! and also my members... please! Sana Walang bumagsak!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; "the rougher and tougher the road is the sweeter the end will be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109607783268348939?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109607783268348939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109607783268348939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109607783268348939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109607783268348939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/09/ahhhhh-paglilitis-ni-mang-serapio-saga.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109465317761007596</id><published>2004-09-08T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:19:37.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its my sister's birthday!!!!! Im sorry i wasn't able to go home due to my duties being accomplished here in school....  sama ko no ... sorry... ILOVE YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109465317761007596?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109465317761007596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109465317761007596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109465317761007596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109465317761007596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-my-sisters-birthday-im-sorry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109465098717865632</id><published>2004-09-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:43:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It my sisters's birthday! I feel bad because i wasnt able to go home and celebrate with my family. I have duties her in school which i can't leave... Im sorry Therese! I love you!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109465098717865632?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109465098717865632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109465098717865632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109465098717865632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109465098717865632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-my-sisterss-birthday-i-feel-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109426331637188746</id><published>2004-09-04T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T10:01:56.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Knocks Me Off My Feet&lt;br /&gt;by Paolo Santos&lt;br /&gt;Album&lt;br /&gt;I see us in the park&lt;br /&gt;strolling the summer days&lt;br /&gt;of imaginings in my head.&lt;br /&gt;And words from our hearts&lt;br /&gt;told only to the winds&lt;br /&gt;felt even without being said.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bore you with my trouble&lt;br /&gt;But there's something 'bout your love&lt;br /&gt;that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;There's something 'bout your love&lt;br /&gt;that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;knocks me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bore you with it&lt;br /&gt;oh but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bore you with it&lt;br /&gt;oh but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;We lay beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;under a lover's tree&lt;br /&gt;that's seen through the eyes of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And I reach out for the part&lt;br /&gt;of me that lives in you&lt;br /&gt;that only our two hearts can find.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bore you with my trouble&lt;br /&gt;But there's something 'bout your love&lt;br /&gt;that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;There's something 'bout your love&lt;br /&gt;that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;knocks me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bore you with it&lt;br /&gt;but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bore you with it&lt;br /&gt;but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109426331637188746?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109426331637188746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109426331637188746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109426331637188746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109426331637188746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/09/knocks-me-off-my-feet-by-paolo-santos.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109426175270703022</id><published>2004-09-04T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T09:35:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am relieved! At last i told her how i feel about her though not verbally, i just wrote her and gave it in an outing. It was hurting yet fullfilling that we were both there, Me minding her literaly, i kept thinking about her in that event and she's minding someone else... I wished it was me, i hope that someday i will be worth for her affection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She Will Be Loved&lt;br /&gt;by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;br /&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;br /&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;br /&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window, knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get so insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;br /&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;I know where you hide&lt;br /&gt;Alone in your car&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window, knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending every day&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&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/6802504-109426175270703022?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109426175270703022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109426175270703022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109426175270703022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109426175270703022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-relieved-at-last-i-told-her-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109366025906972024</id><published>2004-08-28T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T08:23:25.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;=)[Agosto dalawawpu’t walo dalawangdaan at apat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang linggo na ito ay nagbadya ng kaunting lumbay, ligalig at galak. Tagalog? hehe wala lang, paminsan minsan ay o dapat ay madalas kong gamitin ang ating sariling wika upang ipahayag ang nasa saloobin ko… makakatulong ito sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumbay sapagkat hindi pumanig sa amin ang kapalaran sa isang pangakademyang tagisan ng pagsasahimpapawid sa radyo. Umaamin akong malaki ang aking naging bahagi sa sinapit naming ito. Sapagkat ako ay kabilang sa punong tapagbalita o ang &lt;em&gt;Anchor&lt;/em&gt; kasama si Katz at ang aming tinig ang nagdadala sa pangkat maliban sa mga tao sa likod nito. Hindi ko masasabing hindi ko ito pinaghandaan ngunit para sa aking saliring pagtasa ay hindi sapat ang aking pagganap. Nabalewala ang aking masusing pagsuri at pagensayo sa mga balitang inilaan para aming ipahayag. Hindi ko dapat isisi ang huling pagsumite sa akin ng skript ngunit kinakailangan ng ensayo ang aking pananalita upang hindi madapa o magkamali sa mga pagbigkas nito. Naging dagok ang insedenteng ito. Kaalinsabay pa ng pag dami ng mga pambalitang artikulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ay dumami ang mga kamalianang aking nagawa. Mahirap ang maipit sa sitwasyong ang buong pangkat ay nakasalalay sa aming pagganap, sa aking pagganap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ang nangyaring ito ang nagbunsod sa aking matasa na hindi nga siguro ako nararapat sa ganitong gawain. Maaga ko mang naisip, pag labas naman sa paaralang ito walang kasiguraduhang magiging tagapamahayag ako na maririrnig agad, naisip ko ring kailangan kong maging mas bihasa sa teknikal na aspeto na magiging pundasyon ko sa industriya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109366025906972024?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109366025906972024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109366025906972024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109366025906972024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109366025906972024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/08/agosto-dalawawput-walo-dalawangdaan-at.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109318549136294599</id><published>2004-08-22T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T22:38:11.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)[Aug. 22, 2004]&lt;br /&gt;ME… for the week…&lt;br /&gt;I find it difficult  posting my journal everyday so blog please bear with me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AY PukE!&lt;br /&gt;We had a different approach for this years external show though it’s the same piece the “Vagina  Monologues”. We were pushed to try new angles with our roles and I had. With this production I need not to be very tired in setting-up the lights, stage and also minding my acting which I do  then, now I just guided the probationary members to do the stuffs and justify my character more. Hehe I felt  that I am a professional actor… Its because of the kissing scene! Hehe I found it uncomfortable the thought of it because Arjay is my sister in TEATRO, but when we agreed that in order for us to be effective is to do it, we will do it. And we did! Wala lang! Hehe I felt desperate after our first show which didn’t went fine, it just felt bad but for the following shows it[the bad feeling] got lesser until our last show I knew it’s the most beautiful kissing scene for the AY PukE saga hehe! My mama, papa and kuya watched and they were surprised hehe especially my mama seeing her son kissing and wearing only a boxer shorts in front of many people … hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junk Art!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will miss myself again last week but I didn’t. Because I know I’m a little bit with myself last week hehe. I was with my Fiona because we joined the junk art contest in CLA with Charmagne and with out the feeling of exhaustion after the Thursday show I first went to change and get stuffs for the junk art  and went to Fiona’s dorm .Fiona and I worked  with some parts of “buknoy”, we named it because it looked like a small faceless robot, until  3:30am, we looked for added materials which her friend Wilson managed to give[buti na nga lang umuwi narin sya hehe kala ko kasi…] and from Kuku[I think I spelled it wrong] that I woke up. We gathered all our materials and along with the rehearsal construction of “buknoy” because everything must be done in the contest proper but we have to know how to put him together. I enjoyed being with her! Honestly I even liked her more because at some point we share the avenue of artistry  which I really love…I feel I already love her… but… I  really don’t expect reciprocation… basta alam ko mahal ko na sya matagal na…] We slept at around 400am and honestly nothing happened ok! We woke at 630 am with the sun rays beaming straight towards us… we didn’t stand at once I don’t know, because I enjoyed the soft sun in my face it just felt good being with her. And when I turned the volume of the radio to audible the song was “Sun shine to my window that’s what&lt;br /&gt;You are…”it made my morning really, really happy! &lt;br /&gt;Charmagne, Fiona and I went on to the contest proper, did our best, sacrificed our 3 hour Religious Education subject and enjoyed the creating “buknoy”. I thought I was prepared that in entering into a competition there are two results it either winning or losing… we lost. But when I reflected that took me quite long I realized I already won something for my self… its being able to join and express a collaborative art piece with others and being with my Fiona…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109318549136294599?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109318549136294599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109318549136294599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109318549136294599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109318549136294599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/08/aug_22.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109184877090698446</id><published>2004-08-07T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T11:21:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)[Aug. 4, 2004] I had headache late in the afternoon and its not helpful... We have a rehearsal for "Ay Puke!" and i just slept. But it didnt cure the pain it worsen it... but when i had this conversation with Joey i staticly forgot the pain. Its about relationships... knowing the both of us relationship topics is our least priority but in this time it is one of our major concern. Honestly i dont want to loose track of my self just because of TEATRO and my course... and at that time we have the same grief... tao lang kami pretending or should i say trying to be as directed to our goal as possible... but now that "love" is whisphering to us it seems like letting it have its chance to ourselves breaks us into pieces we solely kept not to disturb. I know i acknowledge these thoughts, i've even took action with it which unfortunately lasted for three months... i admit we are not in perfect terms now... Now with my case and Joey's we want to open ourselve to those significant individuals we feel and we think its our time to be us. [reality again] our conversation was cut because the proby's workshop is through...&lt;br /&gt;I did not went home together with the others... i feel like [its the Rain that made like this!!!!!] getting myself wet to wash away my anxiety with her(not joey). I left my things in the locker and with just my wallet i walked normal in the pouring rain... i had a little chat with Jomi another TEATRO member before he went home... I just felt getting wet... though the flickering pain in my head slowly becoming evident for me to feel then i saw Natz and other probys of Points chatting... i didnt bother to join them, i just sat there thinking that i've been thinking about her for almost three weeks i suppose. I even dreamt of her three times which i never experienced before, not any sensual dreams but vague dreams about her... first was i was with my highschool tropa and i saw her laughing and chatting with them, second was she was asking me "am i certain?" which i didnt know what was the previouse line before she aked that, then third i was with her with some clssmates in an outing... I think im starting to shy away from her as my feelings and my thoughts for her grows more apparent... I even saw my self with her getting old but still laughing at conversations, smiling... I want ot talk to her but word suddenly scrambles whenever i approach her leaving me to say, "musta kana", "magandang umaga"... and "ingat ka..." I know sooner or later she might read or scan this... im honest with these but confused because i know... i need her... [Torpe nga sigura ako...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109184877090698446?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109184877090698446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109184877090698446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109184877090698446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109184877090698446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/08/aug.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109117450562110470</id><published>2004-07-30T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:01:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/150795/tope.jpg/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109117450562110470?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109117450562110470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109117450562110470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109117450562110470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109117450562110470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109063585411309842</id><published>2004-07-24T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T10:24:14.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;HI BLOG iM so HAppy bECAUSE mY fIONA rEAd M y Blog!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109063585411309842?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109063585411309842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109063585411309842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109063585411309842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109063585411309842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/07/hi-blog-im-so-happy-because-my-fiona.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-109002900398235424</id><published>2004-07-17T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T09:50:03.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)[July 7, 2004] TEATRO Lasalliana took part of the De La Salle Dasmariñas "Go Ako Patri0ts" Welcome party. We were fifth in the program before Chorale did their retro spot. We did an excerpt&amp;nbsp; of "Anatomiya ng Kuropsyon" but what we did there was we added Viewpoints (movements with defined shapes). It was very exhausting! I had my face make-up dripping in my eyes and it agonizing! I&amp;nbsp;prohibited myself to&amp;nbsp;move to wipe my firing eyes because it will eliminate the discipline of the movement. Grrr... but after all it went just fine! It was exiting seeing all the Performing Arts Group joined for&amp;nbsp;an event. Hehe but after the party is much exciting.&amp;nbsp; I went to Kaye's dorm and invited her for a cup of coffee. It went fine. We started from 10pm until 3am. I had a great time with those hours hehe SAYA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-109002900398235424?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/109002900398235424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=109002900398235424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109002900398235424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/109002900398235424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/07/july-7-2004-teatro-lasalliana-took.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108898909024982178</id><published>2004-07-05T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T08:58:10.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)[july 4, 2004] i found our car smashed on its wind sheild!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108898909024982178?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108898909024982178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108898909024982178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108898909024982178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108898909024982178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/07/july-4-2004-i-found-our-car-smashed-on.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108898896799352055</id><published>2004-07-05T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T08:56:07.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)[June 26,2004] Continuation...Continuation… though it took a long time…&lt;br /&gt;Now for the After Party!!!! I still feel how happy I was in that day… day break I mean… together with Keith, Jamie, Arjay and Kaye we went to Bay walk kasama din pala si Katz, Miong, Apple and her brother… we sat on a café and ordered  coffee/mocha shake? And enjoyed each other with live bands playing as background… aahhh… I just wish to pause that time because it relaxing and its not usual… [pause] it gives me that happy twitching feeling [kilig ba!] ang saya ko lang talaga…. After the bay walk we planned to go to Makati but before can launch to 180 km/h (wala na kasing masyadong sasakyan sa Roxas boulevard) Kaye shouted! She saw my cell phone lying helplessly on the spot where parked… With horror a dashed to get my priceless cell phone hehe! They laughed because my unit is near to extinction (priceless talaga!)  We went to a gasoline station for us to discharge our urine before we stroll. At first we really don’t know where we want to go then we went to makati…. I saw the building where I was a performer in our recital a long time ago… many of my memories reside in this skyscraper-crowded place… but its not only me who was reminiscing… Dada boom(keith) too. He tour guided us to where he and upper was born, his former school, and the lot her grandmother sold and now a excavation for a big building. We circled Glorrieta and saw a lot of people living-up for the “Friday Nights”. The morning is moving and we were still moving when we decided to park near InterCon Hotel… All these trip just to find a place to smoke… Actually it went fine because we talked many topics, different personalities and craziest stories…At 4 am we went home… It’s a long drive going home but its not boring… for the first time I didn’t sleep… don’t know why but I like it…Keith is a nice guy, he dropped us in arjay’s dorm in Dasma, kaye in her house in Biñan and her girlfriend in makati, even the car is own by her girlfriend hehe… Ang SAYA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108898896799352055?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108898896799352055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108898896799352055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108898896799352055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108898896799352055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/07/june-262004-continuation.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-10882214792520250</id><published>2004-06-26T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T11:46:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)Burn &lt;br /&gt;by Usher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album : Confessions &lt;br /&gt;Submitted by : cait318 &lt;br /&gt;Corrected by :  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;See it's burning me to hold onto this&lt;br /&gt;I know this is something I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;But that don't mean I want to&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I just&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;And its better for me to&lt;br /&gt;Let it go now than hold on and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna burn for me to say this&lt;br /&gt;But it's comin from my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;But we done been fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna work this out&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think you're gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I do but you don't&lt;br /&gt;Think it's best we go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I should stay in this relationship&lt;br /&gt;When I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's so many other things I gotta deal with&lt;br /&gt;I think that you should let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When the feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to&lt;br /&gt;But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to&lt;br /&gt;Even though this might bruise you&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you&lt;br /&gt;Hate the thought of her being with someone else&lt;br /&gt;But you know that it's over&lt;br /&gt;We knew it been through&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendin' pages I ain't supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Got somebody here but I want you&lt;br /&gt;Cause the feelin ain't the same find myself&lt;br /&gt;Callin' her your name&lt;br /&gt;Ladies tell me do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Now all my fellas do you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;It's the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I know she ain't comin back&lt;br /&gt;What I gotta do now&lt;br /&gt;To get my shorty back&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooo ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Man I don't know what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Without my booo&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone for too long&lt;br /&gt;It's been fifty-leven days, um-teen hours&lt;br /&gt;Imma be burnin' till you return (let it burn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me&lt;br /&gt;that I need to move on&lt;br /&gt;On the other side I wanna break down &lt;br /&gt;and cry (ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me &lt;br /&gt;that I need to move on&lt;br /&gt;On the other side I wanna break down and cry (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh oooh (can ya feel me burnin'?)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days, so many hours&lt;br /&gt;I'm still burnin' till you return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;=) for Mulan...Fiona? hehe!&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/6802504-10882214792520250?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/10882214792520250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=10882214792520250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/10882214792520250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/10882214792520250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/burn-by-usher-album-confessions.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108822115202894377</id><published>2004-06-26T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T11:39:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)[june25,2004] I accomplished 75% of my organizational obligation for TEATRO's first term as EVP for Academics. It felt like my knees are going to snap because of exhaustion. But still i am almost complete pasaway kasi si carmi at ate aui hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah invited us to be a part of her 18th b-day and we came...Arjay and I waited for Charmagne and Jhe to fetch us and they did, well their fashionably late hehe... but thanx to them we got there just in time for the banquet is open for the diners! There was other journs who came, Katz and Miong(bf), Keith,Apple, Ayesha,George and Kaye. Tom and other friends of leah also came which i cant remember their name but i can recognize. Well as expected after the first round i got up for the next, actually its not just me i waited miong and keith or they waited me to attack again. As we return to our table which is table number 10, Leah unfortunately saw me holding two plates(nakisuyo sina arjay at kaye)and voice projectedly said "tope marami pa! kain pa!" and every soul in that venue(vila salud,taguig) looked at me! grrr.... After eating keith and i fetched her girlfriend Jamie at ATC which i didnt find very convinient... The tricycle made my stomach vibrate fast i thought i would throw up everything i graciously ate! Same goes with the bus we rode via expressway its fast and abrubtly stops due to traffic! When we got to ATC i am tired and waited at the activity circle of the place, I reminiced: back in my younger age i performed on that stage being able to be watched by families wanting to have a break in that easter sunday that was now a coffe shop! though is pleasant still... argg! then came keith and jamie, Hehe i knew the "helmet" of this girl is as strong as steel hehe! She is nice though a bit shy. We went back to leah's and she was in her mid part of her speech and she was crying happily. I was grandiose because after that they sang a worship song with a ballet dancer interpreting the medley. It was really her night! The event lasted till mid night, we took pictures, given souviners(doble nga kuha namin hehe!) and its time to go home... not unless we didnt plan the "after-party!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108822115202894377?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108822115202894377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108822115202894377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108822115202894377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108822115202894377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/june252004-i-accomplished-75-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108797351541141586</id><published>2004-06-23T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T15:33:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)hehe= this means joke ok!&lt;br /&gt;seriously i am doing alright now especially with my classmate and friend told me that what misunderstanding happened between us is over! &lt;br /&gt;but with her friend(my ex...) we havent. [sigh!] I know pride will not help me and will never patch up things that were broken but i hope someday she will have the time to drop hers and let us talk things over a coffee i think? where ever or when ever i dont care i just hope it will not take much longer... if you ever read this please tell me at once... im quiting this crap "i dont know and i dont care for tope" but that doesnt mean that im stopping... &lt;br /&gt;miss you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108797351541141586?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108797351541141586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108797351541141586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108797351541141586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108797351541141586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/hehe-this-means-joke-ok-seriously-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108789533608302026</id><published>2004-06-22T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T17:08:56.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,he said...no.&lt;br /&gt;she asked him if he would want to be with her&lt;br /&gt;forever....and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked him if she were to leave would he&lt;br /&gt; cry, and once again he replied with a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said....You're not pretty you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever. &lt;br /&gt;And I wouldnt cry if you walked away...I'd die...&lt;br /&gt;HEHE ang sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108789533608302026?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108789533608302026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108789533608302026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108789533608302026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108789533608302026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/girl-asked-guy-if-he-thought-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108781095400346538</id><published>2004-06-21T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T17:44:20.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)Ang bigat ng pakiramdam ko ngayon... and the only thing that boggles my mind is for that person to accept my sorry... now my eyes are filling with tears not for the person but for my ex-gf... kinausap nya ako ngayon but she is mad at me... i missed her... GOD!!!!!!!!!!! i WAS JUST A JOKE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD NOW IT PRESSES ME LIKE A BIG BOULDER... crushing me to pieces and i dont know why im feeling such exagerrated feeling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction=left scrollamount=75&gt;Im sorry...&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gulo ko no?    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108781095400346538?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108781095400346538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108781095400346538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108781095400346538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108781095400346538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/ang-bigat-ng-pakiramdam-ko-ngayon.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108781048825533920</id><published>2004-06-21T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T17:34:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)(June 20,2004) My mama got home from Leyte... I had my wish stick that i wished for her safe travel and it worked  Thanx Lord! hehe I missed her... sadly that evening my brother and i must come back to our dorm because i have a class tomorrow morning at 7am! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108781048825533920?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108781048825533920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108781048825533920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108781048825533920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108781048825533920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/june-202004-my-mama-got-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108781031129417440</id><published>2004-06-21T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T17:31:51.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)(June 19-20,2004)Our batch in TEATRO went to ate bing's b-day treat(wife of TLS alumna:Kuya Pete)in Music 21 plaza,Malate... hehe i felt guilt going there when we were walking a kilometer i think not because arjay,joey,jomi,jed might get tired but japhet will, shes pregnat. After the baby walks we managed to get there, batch 17 is there, ate joan &amp; her boyfriend, kuya G,ate Aui and Dale with his friends, kuya rosel and sarah and most especially kuya pete and ate bing were there, though batch 17 went home early followed by ate joan, we had a great time singing and EATING there.Kuya pete always insists to dance "sumusunod sa galaw" steps in every song whether its slow, fast or too fast! Well we drank, kuya joy even got tipsy and he was the one managing the songs to be sang having it recorded in his cellphone and types it in the remote then almost all the song we sang came from him! We danced and laughed tirelessly. When its time to go home,(3 am) we went for a long walk again to ride a jeepney to baclaran, when we got there another long walk going to highway. We agreed not to take the overpass because it will be very difficult to japh so we cross the road very cuatiously, it freaky going between enormous trucks and busses. We rode a baby bus and few moments i was already alseep. I just woke up were in dasma!We went to arjay's dorm.  &lt;br /&gt;   When i was about to fall very asleep i felt my spirit(?) was being separated from my body and it was very hard to wake up, i cant move my arms and it happend trice!I decided to cover myself with blanket i know i am wide awake because theres was a history of seeing ghost in that dorm and it scares me not sleep but seeing blankly from the blanket i heard foot step thuding on the the floor at first i hesitated to take off the blanket and yell to that someone then second i took it off and told it seeing no one in sight that "im am tired please, Let me sleep!" i did it twice then covered myself again with blanket!&lt;br /&gt;   Then i woke up! grrr! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108781031129417440?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108781031129417440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108781031129417440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108781031129417440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108781031129417440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/june-19-202004our-batch-in-teatro-went.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108734559770378715</id><published>2004-06-16T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T08:26:37.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)that it! i lost my recent blog now i am having a hard time to publish my blog with the use of ERS' enr! grrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108734559770378715?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108734559770378715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108734559770378715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108734559770378715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108734559770378715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/that-it-i-lost-my-recent-blog-now-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108675943667680525</id><published>2004-06-09T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T13:37:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)grr... i feel sick... hehe arte! honestly my eyes feels heavy tu2log nga ako mamaya ng mamaaga. Probably  i got tired from the Performing Arts Group Echo LTS held at school. Its an event where the learnings of the execom from the Pro Lasalle was echoed to us, officers. My head seemed liked a strand being pulled on the opposite direction it really hurts due to laughing almost through out the seminar! We just wont stop! or maybe the other reason im feeling this way is beacause of the changing weather. I hard-headedly did not use an umbrella or anything to protect my head from the drizzle/rain! then now its all sun shiney! I mis my classmates... hey those who went up to the summer capital of the island hope you still not forgeting me in your pasalubong list hehe i'll be sad... before the class starts the PAG has a special activity in store for us we will be going to indang to participate the PAG Synergy a mini olypics for the members for us to be bonded more.... ingat nalang kami...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108675943667680525?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108675943667680525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108675943667680525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108675943667680525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108675943667680525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/grr.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108607853423120914</id><published>2004-06-01T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T16:28:54.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)Huh! Its been a long time since i'v posted here! Today my sister and cousin will arrive at around 5:05 pm from Leyte. They rode a cebe pacific plane i guesse? Im at Metropolis Netopia waiting for my father so we can fetch them at the airport. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went to school to get my summer classcards and somehow found a heavier reason going to school for three small cut yellow cardboards beacause i was told to attend USC leaders league formation meeting. Its ok at least i did something productive right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior=alternate&gt;Short vacation is not enough! I MISS PUERTO GALERA!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108607853423120914?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108607853423120914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108607853423120914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108607853423120914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108607853423120914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/06/huh-its-been-long-time-since-iv-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108495241262695635</id><published>2004-05-19T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T15:40:12.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;marquee behavior=alternate&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Read only if you have time for God .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I &lt;br /&gt;Almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the  end.&lt;br /&gt;               Subject:  READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE TIME FOR GOD&lt;br /&gt;              God,  when I received this e-mail, I thought...&lt;br /&gt;  I  don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate &lt;br /&gt;During work.&lt;br /&gt;Then,  I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has &lt;br /&gt;Caused lot  of the problems in our world today.&lt;br /&gt;            We  try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...&lt;br /&gt;                          Maybe,  Sunday night...&lt;br /&gt;              And,  the unlikely event of a midweek service.&lt;br /&gt;             We  do like to have Him around during sickness...&lt;br /&gt;                       And,  of course, at funerals.&lt;br /&gt;   However,  we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or &lt;br /&gt;play... Because...  That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our  own.&lt;br /&gt;                 May  God forgive me for ever thinking...&lt;br /&gt;                That...  there is a time or place where...&lt;br /&gt;                    HE  is not to be FIRST in my life.&lt;br /&gt;      We  should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.&lt;br /&gt;                   If,  You aren't ashamed to do this...&lt;br /&gt;                      Please  follow the directions.&lt;br /&gt;             Jesus  said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be&lt;br /&gt;                    ashamed  of you before my Father."&lt;br /&gt;                               Not  ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;                           Yes,  I do Love God.&lt;br /&gt;                 HE  is my source of existence and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;    He  keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be&lt;br /&gt; nothing.  Without Him, I am nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens &lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;                 (Phil  4:13) This is the simplest test.&lt;br /&gt;  If  You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things &lt;br /&gt;HE has  done for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 THE  POEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    I  knelt to pray but not for long,&lt;br /&gt;  I  had too much to do.  I had to hurry and get to work For bills &lt;br /&gt;would soon be due.&lt;br /&gt;                  So  I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&lt;br /&gt;                       And  jumped up off my knees.&lt;br /&gt;                      My  Christian duty was now done&lt;br /&gt;                       My  soul could rest at ease.&lt;br /&gt;                        All  day long I had no time&lt;br /&gt;    To  spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,&lt;br /&gt;                       They'd  laugh at me I'd fear.&lt;br /&gt;                    No  time, no time, too much to do,&lt;br /&gt;                        That  was my constant cry,&lt;br /&gt;No  time to give to souls in need                 &lt;br /&gt;But  at last the time, the time to die.&lt;br /&gt;  I  went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in &lt;br /&gt;his hands  God held a book; It was the book of life.&lt;br /&gt;God  looked into his book and said                        &lt;br /&gt;"Your  name I cannot find.&lt;br /&gt;                   I  once was going to write it down...&lt;br /&gt;                        But  never found the time"&lt;br /&gt;                 Now  do you have the time to pass it on?&lt;br /&gt;              Make  sure that you scroll through to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Easy  vs. Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Why  is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to&lt;br /&gt;                               tell  a lie?&lt;br /&gt;   Why  are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we&lt;br /&gt;                            suddenly  wake up?&lt;br /&gt; Why  is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about &lt;br /&gt;Nasty stuff?&lt;br /&gt; Why  is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy &lt;br /&gt;To look  at a nasty one?&lt;br /&gt; Why  is it so easy to delete a Godly e- ma il, but yet we  forward all &lt;br /&gt;Of the nasty ones?&lt;br /&gt;Why  are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs &lt;br /&gt;Are getting larger?&lt;br /&gt;Do  you give up? Think about it . Are you going to forward this, or &lt;br /&gt;Delete it?&lt;br /&gt; Just  remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil &lt;br /&gt;Stop this  one!&lt;br /&gt; Here's  what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a &lt;br /&gt;prayer for the  person that sent it to you....&lt;br /&gt;                      That's  all you have to do....&lt;br /&gt;                      There  is nothing attached....&lt;br /&gt;                         This  is so powerful....&lt;br /&gt;                    Do  not stop the wheel, please....&lt;br /&gt;  Of  all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one....&lt;br /&gt;         There  are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS!&lt;br /&gt; May  God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, &lt;br /&gt;Nothing ill...this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108495241262695635?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108495241262695635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108495241262695635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108495241262695635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108495241262695635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/read-only-if-you-have-time-for-god.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108493166341704617</id><published>2004-05-19T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T09:54:23.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)Affirmation &lt;br /&gt;by Savage Garden &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album : Affirmation &lt;br /&gt;Submitted by : Slytherin GOTH4 &lt;br /&gt;Corrected by : Sara Fisher &lt;br /&gt;Rated : 9.6 (191 votes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the sun should never set upon an argument&lt;br /&gt;I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands&lt;br /&gt;I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you&lt;br /&gt;I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do&lt;br /&gt;I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality&lt;br /&gt;I believe that trust is more important than monogamy&lt;br /&gt;I believe you’re most attractive features are your heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that family is worth more than money or gold&lt;br /&gt;I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair&lt;br /&gt;I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness&lt;br /&gt;I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love surviving death into eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye&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/6802504-108493166341704617?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108493166341704617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108493166341704617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108493166341704617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108493166341704617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/affirmation-by-savage-garden-album.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108492951385159657</id><published>2004-05-19T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T09:22:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)brrr... yesterday seemed cold, somehow! We had a brain twisting, neuron infurating, final exam in economics, well it did not cover all what had tackeled and it was a good thing i reviewed not that much, however the reason behind that, was a mind bogling incident making me restless until now. My SIM card is missing! That small technology is very important to me i hope you understand... massages and contact numbers are stored there that i kept for many years! It seems that i am drifting apart from those who can contact me and them only through text messaging. I feel twitchy! I hope and pray vividly that i find it soon. Pls to all those great persons reading this blog a prayer would be a great help please.... pretty please... hehe thanx! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108492951385159657?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108492951385159657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108492951385159657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108492951385159657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108492951385159657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/brrr.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108478211134194129</id><published>2004-05-17T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:35:18.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)Ever assessed yourself that humiliation and humbleness is interwtined!? Some how i did! For the record, its been 2 year since the game "Hamakain natin si TopE" begun way back from freshmen year. It's mechanics; anybody who willfully or accidently cause the class or group of persons to laugh in expences of TOpe gives Tope experience points. Points will be based from how Tope would react for the certain instance either positivly, negativly or passively taken. Heres the catch, if the experience meter scored high Tope would Laugh-out this experiences or Cry-out his aches. &lt;br /&gt;Even i can no longer recall my pionts standing, but somehow its a scar in my face that i once erroded to tears, being able to travel from school-church- solar homes and dorm crying, palpitate breathing trying to conceal to the public that "hey! TAO na pala naapakan nyo!" Somehow its a glow in my heart that i found persons who could show me that i am very special though in my own ways, thanking them(other than my family)"hey! Sobrang Mahal ko kayo!", somehow its an invinsible barrier that bloked my feelings for someone inorder not to be dragged down to may humiliation... Right... i can consider my self as a survivor in this game, hardly wounded but still standing....            &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108478211134194129?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108478211134194129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108478211134194129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108478211134194129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108478211134194129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/ever-assessed-yourself-that.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108478057732069167</id><published>2004-05-17T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:56:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)HI! Here comes the rainy day! Though yesterday it didn't rain, some provinces on southern Luzon ang Northern Visayas experienced the wip of the storm signal no.2. We got up early and went to church minus the two girls of the family and my cousin. Even my mind was wandering of somethings due to the ending chapter of summer class and teatro stuff while on the mass i did not forgot to give thanx!&lt;br /&gt;I also made quite a long time playing with my nintendo game in PC:POKEMoN! I love it so much! despite the fact that my father really hates computer games because it leaves a sky high electricity bill! &lt;br /&gt;Waking up at the right side of the bed made my self looking forward for Saturday, i had a dream of having a simple four cornered room with white ceramic tiles (God i remember less and less!) a bed positioned beside the wall at the second angle is the door. Im wearing my beach shorts and i think i was holding a camera. Then came some of my female ka-tropa wearing  bathing suits! I cant wait! Im just excited to unwind with my tropa( most are my classmates since kinder!) though i have this little problem. At the same date TEATRO will conduct an outreach at Caritas Trece and the venue of the outing is at Antipolo! Grrr.... Challenge!!!! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108478057732069167?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108478057732069167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108478057732069167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108478057732069167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108478057732069167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/hi-here-comes-rainy-day-though.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108441277557708121</id><published>2004-05-13T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T08:24:17.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)eo! I can definetly assess yesterday -very tiring... i just remembered that very day was our enrollment, we dont have class for the three subjects, we still have to man our teatro booth for recruitment and invite freshmen to join our org... Lucklily i managed to have my pre-registration a requirment for enrollment inspite of the long line of classmates wanting to finish early, after that i went to our booth and found teatro's newly wed couple Jed and Japhet. Both of them helped us man the booth together with other teatro memebers. We insisted Jed, Joey, and Jomi to have a free show to upstage other PAG because we are stationed where expected applicants are bloked with visually stimulating images, in other words other groups has Television! So we have to something or the oppurtunity will just pass by! i will continue my journal later because KATZ and UPPEr is forcing me step out of the room! Katz is so mean! and such a snob! hehehe &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108441277557708121?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108441277557708121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108441277557708121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108441277557708121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108441277557708121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/eo-i-can-definetly-assess-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108426468492194927</id><published>2004-05-11T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T16:38:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)hehe i am proud to say  that i exercised my right to vote! though its uneasy im just very happy doing something for my country. Even some dark forces lingers in our political community i still havent loose hope. &lt;br /&gt;Activities for the day! We utilized the TLS materials to come up with a presentable recruitment booth. I came late, my fault! It was 2:15 when i slept last night buggling my mind with my latest fad- POKEMON! i just love to play it! Luckyly i finished my three article rewriting that didnt came so easy, but i managed to accomplish it and able continue with my- POKEMON! I have a Quilava a fire pokemon her name is Hodgepodge currently level 24. Joining my gang come with a pidgeotto his name is Pidgey a normal/flying type level 21, with Wooper a water type level 16, and my Geodude a rock/ground pokemon level 18. &lt;br /&gt;Enough with my digi friendz, I missed everybody at school honestly especially TLS co-memebers and journ blockmates! INUMAN NA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its been a long time since we indulge our selve with liquor exercising our gastro fluids defent our stomach agianst alchohol to prevent- UWAK! hehe I also remembered, i promised George bro to have three gym sessions to make up what we left last week.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to be back at school( im not a hypocrite!) because im not an ordinary student but a perfomer and a memeber of teatro lasallian under a big circle of frieds in Performing Arts Group! that is something to be thank and looked forward for! Right! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108426468492194927?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108426468492194927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108426468492194927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108426468492194927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108426468492194927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/hehe-i-am-proud-to-say-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108389068036024089</id><published>2004-05-07T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T08:49:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)This Love &lt;br /&gt;by Maroon 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album : Songs About Jane &lt;br /&gt;Submitted by : Lexie &lt;br /&gt;Corrected by : Maddie &lt;br /&gt;Rated : 8.6 (1708 votes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so high I did not recognize&lt;br /&gt;The fire burning in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;The chaos that controlled my mind&lt;br /&gt;Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane&lt;br /&gt;Never to return again&lt;br /&gt;But always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye too many times before&lt;br /&gt;And her heart is breaking in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice, cause I won't say goodbye anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to feed her appetite&lt;br /&gt;Keep her coming every night&lt;br /&gt;So hard to keep her satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Kept playing love like it was just a game&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Then turn around and leave again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye too many times before&lt;br /&gt;And her heart is breaking in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice, cause I won't say goodbye anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fix these broken things&lt;br /&gt;Repair your broken wings&lt;br /&gt;And make sure everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;(it's alright, it's alright)&lt;br /&gt;My pressure on your hips&lt;br /&gt;Sinking my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Into every inch of you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that's what you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye too many times before&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is breaking in front of me&lt;br /&gt;And I have no choice, cause I won't say goodbye anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye too many times before&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking in front of me&lt;br /&gt;And she said goodbye too many times before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye too many times before&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is breaking in front of me&lt;br /&gt;But I have no choice, cause I won't say goodbye anymore&lt;br /&gt;(fade out)&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/6802504-108389068036024089?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108389068036024089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108389068036024089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108389068036024089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108389068036024089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-love-by-maroon-5-album-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108388997181937076</id><published>2004-05-07T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T08:37:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)The Reason &lt;br /&gt;by Hoobastank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album : The Reason &lt;br /&gt;Submitted by : Specialness &lt;br /&gt;Corrected by :  &lt;br /&gt;Rated : 9.9 (176 votes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;As many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;That's why I need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a resaon for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*hope some would be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108388997181937076?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108388997181937076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108388997181937076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108388997181937076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108388997181937076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/reason-by-hoobastank-album-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108380792664787470</id><published>2004-05-06T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T09:49:52.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)If I'm Not In Love &lt;br /&gt;by Faith Hill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album :  &lt;br /&gt;Submitted by : Tom L. &lt;br /&gt;Corrected by :  &lt;br /&gt;Rated : 9.9 (22 votes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not in love with you&lt;br /&gt;What is this I'm going through, tonight&lt;br /&gt;And if my heart is lying then&lt;br /&gt;What should I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Why do I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;Why else do I want you like I do&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't need your touch&lt;br /&gt;Why do I miss you so much, tonight&lt;br /&gt;If it's just infatuation then&lt;br /&gt;Why is my heart achin'&lt;br /&gt;To hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;Give a part of me I thought I'd never&lt;br /&gt;Give again to someone I could lose&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why in every fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel your arms embracing me&lt;br /&gt;Lovers lost in sweet desire&lt;br /&gt;Oh why in dreams do I surrender&lt;br /&gt;Like a little baby&lt;br /&gt;Someone help explain this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not in love with you&lt;br /&gt;What is this I'm going through, tonight&lt;br /&gt;And if my heart is lying then&lt;br /&gt;What I should believe in&lt;br /&gt;Why do I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;Why else do I want you like I, I do&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not in love with you&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/6802504-108380792664787470?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108380792664787470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108380792664787470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108380792664787470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108380792664787470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/if-im-not-in-love-by-faith-hill-album.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108350954991079217</id><published>2004-05-02T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T22:56:50.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)eo! keeping the sunday as my spiritual rest day seemed lapsed me, i neglected to go to church! I offered joey my computer, my time to hepl her with her deadline and that i know is not an excuce for not going to church. I went to our meeting place early having a misunderstanding to where we should meet, i went to National bookstore. While waiting for her i managed to browes on books which made my stay intereting. Indeed reading books satisfy my intellectulal need but i have to admit, i dont have enough focus to finish a short book but i really felt good with all the books i had read. We didnt met that time but we manage to stich the error and she came at aroun 6:05 in the afternoon, though im willing to help her after we ate our dinner i started to sleepy and i slept, waking some instance to agree on what she was saying because i slept in the middle of our conversation hehe, then we(im with my cousin) escorted Joey in her way home up not actually until to her house but to where she can ride. We went to this Cafe own by my friend Kaye which is my Art classmate three years had passed we sang with their videoke and Its nice! hehe Today supposedly is my ex-half's monthsary if were still together its our 5ht year but unfortunatelly its not... but anyway good night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108350954991079217?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108350954991079217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108350954991079217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108350954991079217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108350954991079217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/05/eo-keeping-sunday-as-my-spiritual-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108331232145144188</id><published>2004-04-30T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T16:09:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)hehe! I just had a bicker with Magne lasted for 5mins ata peor OK na... some of us sang Happy Birthday drank (medyo nakakahiya nga kasi majority ng visitors came are Athens' church mate...it was around 1130 when we got home, supposedly leah and george will retire at Arjay's dorm but George insisted to go back to their dorm even Leah was very sleepy... before i went to sleep i watched American Idol (galing ni La Toya London!)and Zoolander which i found somewaht corny! kahit sinabi ni Arjay "Ang Cute nun!" I had a great time with Leah,George, Aryaj,Jhen,Natz,Dada,Bianca(Luga),And Teatro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108331232145144188?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108331232145144188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108331232145144188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108331232145144188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108331232145144188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/hehe-i-just-had-bicker-with-magne.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108331152400365991</id><published>2004-04-30T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T15:56:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)hehe! I just had a bicker with Magne lasted for 5mins ata peor OK na... some of us sang Happy Birthday drank (medyo nakakahiya nga kasi majority ng visitors came are Athens' church mate...it was around 1130 when we got home, supposedly leah and george will retire at Arjay's dorm but George insisted to go back to their dorm even Leah was very sleepy... before i went to sleep i watched American Idol (galing ni La Toya London!)and Zoolander which i found somewaht corny! kahit sinabi ni Arjay "Ang Cute nun!" I had a great time with Leah,George, Aryaj,Jhen,Natz,Dada,Bianca(Luga),And Teatro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108331152400365991?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108331152400365991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108331152400365991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108331152400365991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108331152400365991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/hehe-i-just-had-bicker-with-magne_30.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108328990062376929</id><published>2004-04-30T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T09:55:58.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)eo! gud am! we went to athena's debut party yesterday with some of teatro and other journ classmate. Unluckly we got lost for two times! one was going to biñan terminal and the other was finding the village. Both inccidents made us walk somehow very far!!!! KAkAINIS!!!!!!!!!!! ill continue my blog later hehe nangungulit kasi si matabang katz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108328990062376929?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108328990062376929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108328990062376929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108328990062376929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108328990062376929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/eo-gud-am-we-went-to-athenas-debut.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108320059035742052</id><published>2004-04-29T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T09:07:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) Oist! Gud am! Saya namin kahapon... together with george,arjay,eric,jhen,ara and cindy, we had our picture taken at camera world then we watched the film "School of rock" starring Jack Black... ara and cindy did not, they left early... originally we want to watch "HellBoy" but the villain Arjay made us confused! She insisted to watch the first movei then we resulted tossing coins to decide for us and the winner was Arjay we watched school of rock! its nice but i still prefer HellBoy ok! after that we got the developed pictures and we went to a videoke booth and we sang i guess 10 song! Although George really did not sing Arjay,eric,jehen and me had a great time singing on top of our lungs hehe we even sing w/o the machine playing a song just to sing with a mic! We retire for all the fun at around 7:30 or 8:00. Saya hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108320059035742052?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108320059035742052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108320059035742052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108320059035742052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108320059035742052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/oist-gud-am-saya-namin-kahapon.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108296745632804778</id><published>2004-04-26T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T16:21:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)The Art Of Letting Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOHhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put away the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Put away the memories.&lt;br /&gt;I put over and over&lt;br /&gt;Through my tears&lt;br /&gt;I've held them till I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;They kept my hope alive&lt;br /&gt;As if somehow that I'd keep you here&lt;br /&gt;Once you believed in a love forever more?&lt;br /&gt;How do you leave it in a drawer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;br /&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;br /&gt;How do I start to live my life alone?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just learning,&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Say the word goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;But each time it catches in my throat&lt;br /&gt;Your still here in me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't set you free&lt;br /&gt;So I hold on to what I wanted most&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday we'll be friend's forever more&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could open up that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;br /&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;br /&gt;How do I start to live my life alone?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just learning,&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching us fade&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;But try to make it through&lt;br /&gt;the pain of one more day&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start, to live my life alone?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm learning, only learning,&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;mmm	&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108296745632804778?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108296745632804778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108296745632804778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108296745632804778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108296745632804778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/art-of-letting-go-oooooohhhhhhhhhh-put.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108294200911447978</id><published>2004-04-26T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T09:17:41.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)9:00 26-04-04 nakalimutan kong iblog nung 22 nkasal n pala sila Mr. And Mrs. Jed and Japhet Cipriano. Magka halong tuwa at lungkot ang naramdaman nming mga teatro lalo na ng kanyang mga kabatch pero umaasa kaming makayanan nila ang hirap ng buhay! God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108294200911447978?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108294200911447978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108294200911447978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108294200911447978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108294200911447978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/900-26-04-04-nakalimutan-kong-iblog.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108250519307919581</id><published>2004-04-21T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:54:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)hay!kainis late nanaman ako ngaun kay Mr. Geslani! hehe si jam of Lasallian Pop Band kasi, nanuod kami ng Alley Mcbeal ganda ng episode hehe tapos movie sa cinemax Riverworld ata yung nabuhay galing sa tubig yung mga lahat namatay even King Nero, tapos Skull ok din! Sana maging mayaman din ako, tapos lastly Geka ung kay Katya Santos and Wendel hehe di sya masyadong ok it became much worse ng biglang kumanta si Geka, Limang napatay nya pati si Wendell badtrip such a typical 3rd world courntry movie grrr! Nagising naman ako ng 530 kaso sakit sa ulo kasi nga 130 n kmi natulog... Buti nalang nabadtrip kami kay Geka kung hindi hindi papipigil itong si Jam(Gudo for Arjay)... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108250519307919581?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108250519307919581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108250519307919581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108250519307919581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108250519307919581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/haykainis-late-nanaman-ako-ngaun-kay.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108242149605079410</id><published>2004-04-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T08:42:19.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hi! this is my first blog post... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108242149605079410?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108242149605079410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108242149605079410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108242149605079410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108242149605079410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/hi-this-is-my-first-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108242262212752201</id><published>2004-04-20T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T09:01:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)Thanx George umpisa pa lang ito hehe help pa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108242262212752201?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108242262212752201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108242262212752201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108242262212752201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108242262212752201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/thanx-george-umpisa-pa-lang-ito-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108242240312948614</id><published>2004-04-20T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T08:57:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108242240312948614?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108242240312948614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108242240312948614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108242240312948614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108242240312948614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802504.post-108242197479198599</id><published>2004-04-20T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T08:50:18.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)HI! hehe Leah thanx leah for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802504-108242197479198599?l=hapoyarih.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/feeds/108242197479198599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802504&amp;postID=108242197479198599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108242197479198599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802504/posts/default/108242197479198599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapoyarih.blogspot.com/2004/04/hi-hehe-leah-thanx-leah-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>hapoyarih</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
