<?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-4982841360034052277</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:53:52.701+08:00</updated><category term='religion'/><category term='weather'/><category term='medical'/><category term='TV Junkie'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='trials and errors'/><category term='sudden change'/><category term='start'/><title type='text'>Mysteries in the shadows</title><subtitle type='html'>A flicker of life unable to end for some reason.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982841360034052277.post-1940278232997830317</id><published>2009-07-08T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:39:55.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sudden change'/><title type='text'>Yeah?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while when I type something in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too busy in everything. Yeah, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging never occur to me these past few days and it's a miracle! Can you believe that? Me too, I can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my not-so-important decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be seeing you 5 years or 10 years from now in this blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I can write something sensible if I had the experience, IF I HAVE THE EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? So long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-1940278232997830317?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/1940278232997830317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/1940278232997830317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/1940278232997830317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah.html' title='Yeah?'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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-4982841360034052277.post-2906464483237748751</id><published>2009-06-24T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:45:31.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Mother, mother... tell the dentist i am sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yung bagang kong pabigat sa bibig kong minsan lang mawalan ng laman ay sumasakit. Ilang buwan ko na ring tinitiis yung sakit. Twice or thrice lang ata ako nag-take ng mefenamic acid para maibsan ang nararamdaman kong pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kaya, ngayong Miyerkules, nagpunta ako sa dentista para ipatanggal na ang isa sa mga sagabal sa pagkain, pagsasalita, at page-emote ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kinakabahan ako malamang. Naramdaman ko na kasi ang mabunutan ng bagang---ulit--- nang hindi tumatalab ang anesthesia. Masakit. Oo, masakit. Hindi ko ma-describe. Basta ang naalala ko lang non ay iyak ako ng iyak. Hindi ako natigil sa pag-iyak hanggang sa makauwi ako. Imagine? Yung last time ko kasing pagpapabunot ng bagang ay may nana. Hindi ko naman kasi alam. At nakakatatlong anesthesia na ang dentista ko kaya sabi niya tiisin ko na lang daw. Kapag naman natanggal yun, wala na akong mararamdaman sa susunod. Naniwala ako sa kanya. Totoo naman, kaya lang hindi talaga ako maka-move on sa pangyayaring yun sa buhay ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kaya nang dumayo na naman ako sa clinic niya, hindi pa ako nakaka-upo sa mahiwagang upuan na parang kama, naluluha-luha na ako. Kasama ko nga pala yung tita ko pati yung anak niya--- papasikipan kasi nila yung retainer ng pinsan ko. Nagpapasala na lang ako sa kadaldalan ng tita ko para hindi na ako kabahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tinanong ako ni doktora kung sumasakit pa ba. Sabi ko, kagabi po hindi, nakatulog nga po ako... Pero nung tumuntong ako sa clinic niya, nagbabadya yung sakit ng ngipin ko. Hindi ko alam kung nasa isip ko lang yun o talagang sumasakit na...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pinapasok niya ako at pina-relax-relax dun sa kanyang---hindi ko alam kung anong tawag dun sa upuan na pang-dentista---igu-google ko muna...---ayun, dental chair... Pinaupo niya ako sa kanyang dental chair. Kabado na talaga ako. Nangingilid na nga yung luha ko...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nang itapat niya yung ilaw sa akin, hindi ko na napigilan ang maiyak. Hindi naman sa humahagulgol no? Yung naluluha na pilit ngumingiti. Mukang tanga lang 'di ba? LOL. Sabi niya, hindi pa nga nag-uumpisa, umiiyak na ako. Sabi ko naman, eh kasi po baka masakit eh. Hindi naman na siya nagtaka, naramdaman ko na daw kasi.  Mas masakit pa kaya yun kesa nung sumasakit yung ngipin ko. Naisip ko nga na sana hindi na lang ako nagpabunot. Pero ok na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naka-apat na anesthesia ata siya. Tig-dalawa sa side ng gums... Inside at outside. Nakapikit ako. Nanginginig hindi dahil sa lamig, kundi sa kaba. Dumidilat ako kapag nararamdaman kong wala na yung kamay niya sa loob ng bibig ko. Nakita ko nga yung apat na syringe na may lamang anesthesia. After non, nakita ko na yung hawak niyang parang plies na pang-ngipin... Naiiyak talaga ako... Nakarinig ako ng cling-clang... something like that. Tinanong niya kung masakit, umiling ako... Ginalaw-galaw na naman niya yung plies para sa bagang, tinanong ulit ako kung masakit. Umiling ako ulit bilang pagtugon. Tapos sabi niya wala daw nana kaya wag na daw akong umiyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kaya ayun, umuwi ako nang may makapal na kalahating nguso at may malalim na sugat. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sige, mamaya na... Manonood pa ako ng Bud Brothers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-2906464483237748751?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/2906464483237748751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/mother-mother-tell-dentist-i-am-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/2906464483237748751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/2906464483237748751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/mother-mother-tell-dentist-i-am-sick.html' title='Mother, mother... tell the dentist i am sick'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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-4982841360034052277.post-3803459989319097222</id><published>2009-06-16T14:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:15:54.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>History of an Historian..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na-meet namin ang aming professor sa &lt;em&gt;Heograpiya at Kasaysayan ng Pilipinas.&lt;/em&gt; Isa't kalahating oras na siyang late, dumating pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syempre, hindi mawawala ang first impressions. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lagi na lang bang uugod-ugod ang mga professor na ibibigay nila sa atin ngayong sem?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bagay na bagay ang subject na ituturo ni ma'am, mukha siyang history.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Siguro, kaya na-late si ma'am kasi nahirapan siyang umakyat, baka out-of-service na naman ang elevator.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hindi, kaya na-late si ma'am baka na-late nang gising dahil nilamig, nag-trigger sa kanyang athritis.---&lt;/strong&gt;Eto ang mga hinaing nang mga klasmeyt ko at kuro-kuro nang dumating ang aming professor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isang maliit na babae na niluma na nang panahon. Desente. Mukhang boring. Mas mahilig makinig kesa magsalita, hindi kasi ganon kalakas yung boses niya. That's my first impression to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi kami makapaniwala na humabol pa si ma'am na kung tutuusin, eh, absent na siya sa klase namin dahil isa't kalahating oras na siyang late. Sabi ko na lang sa kanila, pabayaan ni'yo na ganyan na talaga kapag matanda. Kasi naghintay rin naman kami eh. Bakit hindi pagbigyan? 'Di ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayun, binilang niya kami per head. Tapos bumulong yung isa kong kaklase, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;igagalaw-galaw ni'yo yung ulo ni'yo para mahilo si ma'am. Para umulit siya nang bilang.&lt;/span&gt; Natawa ako sa sinabi niya. Hindi naman halatang may lihim na siyang galit simula pa lang nang klase. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayun, nagbigay nang konting introduction tungkol sa tatalakayin naming asignatura. At napag-alaman namin na isa siyang abogado. Sosyalin si ma'am. Tapos nagpaumanhin naman siya sa amin sa kanyang pagkaka-late dahil ang dahilan niya, fully-booked daw siya mula 8:30 ng umaga hanggang lunch. Anong magagawa namin. Eh, mas mahalaga yung trabaho niyang iyon. Kumbaga, sideline lang ang pagtuturo. ^^ Okay lang naman sa akin eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-3803459989319097222?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/3803459989319097222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/history-of-historian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/3803459989319097222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/3803459989319097222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/history-of-historian.html' title='History of an Historian..'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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-4982841360034052277.post-1640244985570395290</id><published>2009-06-15T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:34:33.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Nakakakabang Umpisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Umpisang-umpisa nang klase, may mga sumambulat na sa harapan ko. Pangako ko sa sarili ko na mag-aaral na ako nang mabuti simula ngayon hanggang wakas... Kaya lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor ko ulit yung naging professor namin sa Physics 1 last sem ngayong sem. Magtuturo siya ng Physics 2 sa amin. At dahil umpisa pa lang nang klase, ayaw munang magpa-lecture ng klase namin. Hahaha. Tigatig kaming sophomores, at least we're HANES... hindi pa kami ganon nakaka-rekober sa aming hiatus, lalung-lalo na ako na isang buwan lang ang hiatus ko. Na-enjoy ko naman ang one-month long vacation pero hindi ganon ka-enjoy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt; lang, hindi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOOOOOIIII!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Alam mo yung difference???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At! hindi lang yun ang nangyari. Wala pa kasing alas-nwebe ang oras, nang sabihin niyang: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Kung ididismiss ko kayo nang ganito kaaga, wala pang 10:30 o 9:30 pa nga, baka dumaan yung Checker [ang dakilang checker], eh, baka mabawas sa sweldo ko---wala na nga akong sinasahod. Kaya magtanong na lang kayo sa akin ng kahit anong tanong." &lt;/span&gt;Walang gustong magtanong dahil wala namang itatanong, kaya--- nag-lecture siya... Eto na ata ang pinakamahaba at pinakawalang-kwentang lecture na narinig ko sa isang Physics professor. Siguro, after niyang sabihin na: ''Ang Iglesia Katolika ang tunay na Iglesia," sumunod na narinig ko ay puro na  lang "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blah-blah-BLAH-bLaH-BlAh-blahblah-blaH-blAh-bLah...[and so on and so forth]" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto kasing professor kong ito, masyado siyang stick sa religion niyang pangalanan na lang nating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mapagsamba sa diosa-diosan&lt;/span&gt;[Msd for short]. Tapos ang dami-dami niyang sinasabi. Tapos ang dami naming gustong tumutol sa kanya---bilang klase na nahahati-hati  nang mga pinaniniwalaan, nang pinaninindigan,  madaming gustong murahin siya nang harap-harapan---kaya lang hindi nila kayang gawin dahil isa lang silang estupidyante na aasa sa isang katulad niya para magakaroon nang magandang numerong mamarka nang buong pagkatao nila bago nila lisanin ang bahagi ng buhay nilang iyon. Anong laban nila, 'di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kami nagkaron nang klase sa sumunod naming klase dahil hindi sumipot yung professor namin. Kaya pumunta na kami sa next class namin after naming maghintay nang halos tatlong oras dun sa paimportanteng professor namin na hindi man lang nagpasabing hindi siya pupunta. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE. Isa pa ito. Kinakabahan ako nang hindi ko alam kung bakit. Yun pala, yung guro namin, isa ring tao na iba sa pinaniniwalaan ko. Pangalanan na lang natin ang kaniyang relihiyon na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taas-kamay, pikit-mata&lt;/span&gt;[Tkpm for short]. Naku, sa loob nang kulang 30 minutos, 'natanggap' na daw nila si Kristo sa kanilang mga puso. Natawa ako sa loob-loob ko at sumigaw [sa loob-loob ko] na isang malaking KALOKOHAN ang araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang guro ko naman na ito, tutol sa Iglesia Katolika. Natawa ulit ako sa loob-loob ko, napaisip kung kilala ba siya nang Physics professor ko at alam na handle niya kami. Kung nakakabulag lang talaga physically ang mga salita nang dalawa kong propesor, kanina pa nangangapa ang mga klasmeyt ko pauwi sa kanilang mga bahay... Naku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nga naghahanda na ako para sa mga susunod na diskusyon... Maipagtanggol ko man lang ang Iglesiang kinabibilingan ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-1640244985570395290?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/1640244985570395290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/nakakakabang-umpisa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/1640244985570395290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/1640244985570395290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/nakakakabang-umpisa.html' title='Nakakakabang Umpisa...'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982841360034052277.post-1843260810131027512</id><published>2009-06-14T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:56:55.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sudden change'/><title type='text'>Aspiring... Yes. Trying Hard? Kind of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naghahanap ako nang hobby. Haha. Ngayon pa ako nagbalak kung kailan magiging busy na naman talaga ako sa 'pag-aaral' ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, hindi ko muna magagamit yung Canon Ixus80IS kasi nasira yung charger. Thanks to someone, pumutok yung charger dahil naihian niya. Kaya ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andami ko ngang balak, eh. Kaya lang, hindi ata kaloob kasi laging nauudlot. Pansin ko lang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya heto na naman ako. Nambubuwisit sa mama kong hindi na nasanay. Pinakekelaman ko na naman daw yung isang camera. Film-type. Pentax MZ-50. Hindi nga nila ako mapaalis sa harap ng computer kasi nagreresearch ako tungkol sa MZ-50. Wala kasi akong masyadong alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong matutulog na ako, alam kong wala akong masyadong natutunan, pero at least may konti akong nalaman. There's a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-1843260810131027512?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/1843260810131027512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/aspiring-yes-trying-hard-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/1843260810131027512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/1843260810131027512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/aspiring-yes-trying-hard-kind-of.html' title='Aspiring... Yes. Trying Hard? Kind of.'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982841360034052277.post-8355205382497395729</id><published>2009-06-06T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:07:27.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>A little bit of lightning and thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi maganda ang salubong ng Hunyo. Ang pabugso-bugsong pag-ulan ay hindi maganda para sa aking kalusugan. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naglaba ako kahapon, inutusan ako ni mama. Wala naman akong magawa dahil naaawa na rin ako sa kanya. Kaya hayun, konting kusot, konting banlaw, konting paikot nang washing-machine at natapos rin ako bago umere ang Bud Brothers :D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But before that, umulan---hindi ko alam kung tamang term ang 'bumagyo' dahil may kasamang hangin yung ulan... Naligo ako kasama ang ilan kong mga pinsan at tita. Doon lang kami sa tapat nang bahay. Kahapon ko lang ulit naranasan ang maligo sa ulan---yung tipong gusto ko talagang maligo... :) most of the time kasi, wala akong dalang payong kaya ako nababasa nang ulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Natutuwa ako dahil sa makailang guhit nang kidlat sa kalangitan. Hindi ko alam kung bakit nagdudulot ng ligaya sa akin ang makakita ng kidlat. Ang ayaw ko lang ay ang kulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wapakets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-8355205382497395729?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/8355205382497395729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-bit-of-lightning-and-thunder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/8355205382497395729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/8355205382497395729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-bit-of-lightning-and-thunder.html' title='A little bit of lightning and thunder'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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-4982841360034052277.post-3667284627546569998</id><published>2009-06-05T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:46:48.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Junkie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Disturbing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pagtapos kong panuorin yung &lt;em&gt;Great Expectations,&lt;/em&gt; hindi talaga maalis sa isipan ko yung kissing scene nung dalawang bata... HEEELP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para madisturb ka rin [hindi naman siya ganun ka-disturbing], panuorin mo yung clip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4wreEYU-6g"&gt;Linked in here!!! Click ME!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oo na. Sige na. Alam ko na ang sasabihin mo: "&lt;strong&gt;Parang 'yun lang. Ay sus!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para sa akin, hindi yun "&lt;strong&gt;parang yun lang.&lt;/strong&gt;" Ugh. Gumagana na naman kasi yung "lascivious mind" ko. I want to turn it off. I really want to turn it off. Kaya lang, mukhang sira yung On-Off Switch, eh. :(( HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once na gumana yung makamundo kong utak, hindi na ito titigil. Mag-iisip na ito nang mag-iisip nang masasamang bagay---which is hindi maganda para sa aking emotional at mental... Nakakainis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alam ko kung ano yung nag-trigger sa utak ko, bakit hindi siya maalis-alis... Ikaw? Kung napanood mo man 'yun? Alam mo rin ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innocence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intimacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate it, you know? Huhuhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-3667284627546569998?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/3667284627546569998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/disturbing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/3667284627546569998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/3667284627546569998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing...'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982841360034052277.post-7235441356575211419</id><published>2009-06-02T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:22:44.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sudden change'/><title type='text'>Sudden Death</title><content type='html'>Mukhang hindi ko na gagamitin ang "English" para sa mga post ko... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatamad eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas na lang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-7235441356575211419?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/7235441356575211419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/sudden-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/7235441356575211419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/7235441356575211419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/06/sudden-death.html' title='Sudden Death'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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-4982841360034052277.post-8916049610758933400</id><published>2009-05-29T00:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:10:29.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials and errors'/><title type='text'>&gt;:) I'm into something---AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate the impact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PHR&lt;/span&gt; had on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;! Now the ideas are flowing... I can't stop it. I'm into writing---the only field in arts I'm scared, really scared, to try. Funny, 'cause I'm actually doing it---the blogging. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But this time, it is kind of writing that really sucks. You know what I mean? It is nice when the piece is written by famous author or one of my friends who really has the talent to write. It sucks when I am the one whose doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have some ideas that's going on in my mind and I think I want to put it on the paper but when I put it on the paper, it gets cheesy and sometimes I want to puke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Because I'm not used to writing and reading my own work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have some essays and scribbles and when I let my friends read it, I'm gonna tear it on the notebook and burn the papers... until the papers that have all my ideas burn into ashes. So, I don't have any proofs that I can show you that back to my high school days I really tried to write something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This will be my first attempt to post a fictional story. I will be posting a story on my next entries. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. And it's gonna be a tag-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lish&lt;/span&gt; story. Like those you read on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PHR&lt;/span&gt; pocketbooks. ^^ Don't expect that much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&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/4982841360034052277-8916049610758933400?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/8916049610758933400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-into-something-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/8916049610758933400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/8916049610758933400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-into-something-again.html' title='&gt;:) I&apos;m into something---AGAIN.'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982841360034052277.post-8299456001420966236</id><published>2009-05-27T16:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:13:12.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Junkie'/><title type='text'>Hopeless---uhmm--- Romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since Precious Hearts Romances [PHR, a very popular pocketbook brand name here in the Philippines] aired in the magic box, I never stop watching it. It's like an addiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series they've launched this season is all about Bud Brothers. I never had the time to read that series. It's a story of 8 buddies that build a flower farm in Lian, Batangas. They have their own love stories... as for now, I love the chemistry of John Prats [Carlo] and Denise Laurel [Coco]. I feel kilig [I don't know what is the right English word for it]. They really have the chemistry although John has an odd height for his structure. Little Boy Wonder :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to love the series because it is written by one of my favorite writers, Rose Tan hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to the tv series. I just wished it was aired at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was shocked when my sister blurted out, when I was watching Bud Brothers a while ago when she saw Maricar Reyes in the scene: Siya yung may isang sex scandal kay Hayden Kho, 'di ba? [She [Maricar] has a sex scandal with Hayden Kho, hasn't she?]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I don't know who the hell Maricar is. And second, the lady in the magic box... based in her looks, she's the kind of lady that won't do such thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! it really shocked me when I searched in the internet. It really is true. The leading lady of Aaron Villena [Piyo] is Maricar Reyes and! is also one of the victims of Hayden Kho's spreading sex scandals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang lang, nakipagtalik siya sa maling lalake at sa maling panahon. *Sad* [Too bad, she mated with the wrong guy at the wrong time.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-8299456001420966236?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/8299456001420966236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/05/hopeless-uhmm-romantic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/8299456001420966236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/8299456001420966236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/05/hopeless-uhmm-romantic.html' title='Hopeless---uhmm--- Romantic'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982841360034052277.post-1073167819820017879</id><published>2009-05-24T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:24:08.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><title type='text'>Just Another Haven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I've been out from another blog-hosting site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It's like I have been free from a loud scary place. Hehehe. Well, I'm not actually complaining that I chose to blog there but there's this feeling that it's like not the right place for me. In there, it's like I revealed things that I shouldn't reveal. It's like posting an entry that didn't came from my wholesome mind. It's like a blog that has got all my negativity. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Things got to be change. I think it's gonna be the right time and I need to practice my English writing. Pray for that thing---the English writing thing. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I'll introduce myself later... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982841360034052277-1073167819820017879?l=storyofanindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/1073167819820017879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-another-haven.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/1073167819820017879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982841360034052277/posts/default/1073167819820017879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanindividual.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-another-haven.html' title='Just Another Haven'/><author><name>individual with unknown fame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428754823881282545</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
