<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437</id><updated>2010-01-19T13:31:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots Taken from Judgement</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-1078293721608859446</id><published>2009-04-17T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:27:09.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you to notice...</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm beginning to adapt ideas on how you'll know me. Can I impress you with every word I say, will I be charming or knowing or cute, will it go smoothly or charismatically or pleasantly? Is it too much to ask? Well, I don't have the objects for your attraction, and yet I want to go noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is to sing my saddest song, in this out of placed corner, and maybe there will be a time that you'll need me, and I'll be there every time you'd need me, just for you to notice and for you to want me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-1078293721608859446?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1078293721608859446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=1078293721608859446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1078293721608859446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1078293721608859446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-you-to-notice.html' title='For you to notice...'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-5122010733328878913</id><published>2009-03-09T06:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:17:46.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who watches the watchmen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXgb_H7s1TA/SbRW7WuOg7I/AAAAAAAAABs/XgO65HSrm30/s1600-h/011207149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310965438288397234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXgb_H7s1TA/SbRW7WuOg7I/AAAAAAAAABs/XgO65HSrm30/s200/011207149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some say that this movie is just another superhero flick from a book and some say that the film is great. For some people who read the comic novel, they were disappointed because the film missed the essential points of the book. I agree to some of their comments, but I also read the book but I'm satisfied with what the film showed me. I wasn't expecting of something extravagant from this film, the book is really unfilmable, but I really appreciate the work of Zack Snyder through this film. I'll just say here what I did and didn't like about the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this movie is not a Superman, Thor and Iron Man type of movie, the characters here have no powers, except for Dr. Manhattan who is a nuclear enhanced, buffed smurf (Just kidding..), though Ozymandias caught a bullet (??). They are just humans, armed with karate chops and a body of stone. I think it has an enough exaggeration of the action scenes, Rorschach's wall climbing and characters jumping from a great height, to not make the viewers break away from the thought that the people here are still human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The film lasts for almost 3 hours, with a slow development of the plot and a dragging poetic narration of Rorschach's journal. Actually my friend didn't know what's going on in the movie for at least 30 minutes of the film. :) But it's a fine approach since the movie's source is a frame by frame material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go the film's background music. 99 Red Balloons?? The guy behind my seat said "WTF?" after hearing it but I think it's a cool music for the scene. Then again, this guy gave a short sarcastic laugh after hearing the sound of silence (Sorry, I can't help but notice his reactions). Then played the song of Jimi Hendrix' All Along the Watchtower! It's a catchy song when Nite Owl and Rorschach almost hit the ice wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suggest that viewers of this film must concentrate on the film's visual and cinematography rather than compare it to the book. Though, I know it's unavoidable to compare it especially for hardcore comic readers. Well, I respect their opinions. But this movie will really be talked about, since people have mixed opinions and emotions regarding this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-5122010733328878913?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5122010733328878913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=5122010733328878913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/5122010733328878913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/5122010733328878913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-watches-watchmen.html' title='Who watches the watchmen?'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXgb_H7s1TA/SbRW7WuOg7I/AAAAAAAAABs/XgO65HSrm30/s72-c/011207149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-6919789040353872926</id><published>2009-03-02T07:32:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:45:38.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.NET 3.5: LINQ To XML</title><content type='html'>XML has been a very flexible language to use. It can present or format data in many forms, whether it's a Word file, configuration files, WSDLs and databases. But if you're going to look at it, XML is still very hard to work with. From my experience, when I've been given an XML file, then the requirements or business rule on how I will manipulate it, you'll certainly hear a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can manipulate an XML file by using XPath, XQuery and XSLT, but you need to study those stuffs first before you can use them. And also, creating an in-memory XML is very cumbersome. For example, I'm going to create this XML:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/waward/sampleXML.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you a common way of creating this XML if I'm going to use the XmlDocument object of the DOM (Document Object Model) by Microsoft. I'll be leaning towards the C# implementation for this because I'm more familiar with it. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/waward/?action=view&amp;amp;current=xmlusingDOM.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/waward/xmlusingDOM.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This style of coding is a bit long if you're just going to construct a simple XML, and it gives you a few clues about the XML tree structure. Well, the LINQ to XML gives the solution for this problem, and it will support an approach called functional construction. Here's the conversion of the code above using LINQ to XML:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/waward/?action=view&amp;amp;current=xmlusingLINQ.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/waward/xmlusingLINQ.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that by indenting the code construct, the XML tree show you the underlying XML. The functional construction gives you a powerful approach when you're creating XML elements, it lets you create the whole XML construct with just one statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another feature that I like to include here is the Language Integrated Query for XML, that's why it's LINQ. LINQ provides you a consistent experience of querying across different data models. I'll be showing a sample query for LINQ to XML:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/waward/?action=view&amp;amp;current=linqQuery.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/waward/linqQuery.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object returnXDoc will have the root elemet "student", then have the child nodes "name" and "phone" from the sample XML I showed above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Query expressions provide an ease-of-use layer on top of the underlying explicit dot notation similar to the way that foreach is an ease-of-use mechanism that consists of a call to &lt;em&gt;GetEnumerator()&lt;/em&gt; and a while loop. When working with XML, you will probably find both approaches useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are methods that returns an IEnumerable&amp;lt;object&amp;gt; type, you can manipulate XML (add, update or remove an element/node) and it gives you the in-line queries. Just explore this new API, LINQ to XML is very flexible and it will provide you with a modularized, simple and optimized contruct in developing applications that involves XML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-6919789040353872926?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/6919789040353872926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=6919789040353872926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/6919789040353872926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/6919789040353872926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2009/03/net-35-linq-to-xml.html' title='.NET 3.5: LINQ To XML'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-3314073325934749179</id><published>2009-02-28T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:38:24.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos, Videos, Videos</title><content type='html'>If you could notice, this is my first post since a year and two months, and it's about a cliche topic. Well, i haven't done anything these past few days but to watch video clips and movies, so what else could I write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's first take a look at this video. I don't if you're going to be annoyed or f***ing laugh your heart out, it's for you to judge. This is a Korean guy that sings Touch my Body by Mariah Carey, i don't know if this is a serious recording session or he's just singing in a videoke. Please watch this video, and take note, this one is subbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is new to me, though i think this Japanese series is played in the 70's or 80's. It's the opening video for "Supaidaman", the Japanese version of spiderman. Let's not compare this with Toby Maguire's Spiderman. :) But the best thing about this is that Supaidaman have a giant robot to fight off giant super villains. He he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoQXI6c1ufQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoQXI6c1ufQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think almost all knows these guys, ang Laser Squadron Maskman. This video is the opening song for the Maskman movie. See how Red Mask dance, para siyang member ng Solid Gold dancers. Kung gaano kalakas kalabanin nila Red Mask, Black Mask at Blue Mask ang mga kalaban, ganun din sila kalakas magpipilantik! And watch out for the lyrics "Let's Laser Magnum". Ano daw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TTdZAG0ADc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TTdZAG0ADc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched these movies, Slumdog Millionaire, RocknRolla and The Love Guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slumdog Millionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you all know about this movie. A street kid or a slumdog Jamal Malik joins the contest Who Wants to be a Millionaire, then won 20,000,000 rupees (that's more or less 20,000,000 pesos). He knew the answers based from his experiences. It's a story of love, luck, and the reality of life. I enjoyed watching this movie, see this movie if you haven't watched it. It will be a worthwile 2 hours of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RocknRolla:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the plot summary of the movie from IMDB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lenny Cole, a London mob boss, puts the bite on all local real estate transactions. For substantial fees, he's helping Uri Omovich, a Russian developer. As a sign of good faith, Omovich loans Cole a valuable painting, promptly stolen off Cole's wall. While Cole's men, led by the dependable Archie, look for the canvas, three local petty criminals, the Wild Bunch, steal money from the Russian using inside information from his accountant, the lovely Stella. Meanwhile, a local drug-addled rocker, Johnny Quid, is reported drowned, and his connection to Cole is the key to unraveling the deceits and double crosses of life in the underworld."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice movie, less blood, no sex scene, have a touch of comedy in it that's worth the laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Love Guru:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched this movie because of Jessica Alba, there are scenes that made me laugh, and there are scenes that is just pathetically placed and annoying. I think anybody could play the role of Justin Timberlake, Mike Myers just irritated me and Jessica Alba is hot. :) If you got nothing to do, watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-3314073325934749179?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3314073325934749179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=3314073325934749179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3314073325934749179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3314073325934749179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2009/02/videos-videos-videos.html' title='Videos, Videos, Videos'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-5630337744521919305</id><published>2007-12-17T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:31:28.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shorts'/><title type='text'>A Not So Different Christmas</title><content type='html'>You are the last person I really want to talk to. Sometime I beg to differ, but still you showed me that things didn't really changed. You are not on my wish list, not expecting a thing from you underneath the tree. Just don't stay up late by the phone, they must've spent a lot of money on that... Oh! All I want for Christmas is one awkward silence, before I bury myself alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, i could care less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-5630337744521919305?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5630337744521919305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=5630337744521919305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/5630337744521919305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/5630337744521919305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-so-different-christmas.html' title='A Not So Different Christmas'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-3920589554423734416</id><published>2007-12-02T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:11:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay Buhay 2</title><content type='html'>malamig na pampaligong tubig sa umaga...&lt;br /&gt;hindi plantsadong damit...&lt;br /&gt;late sa pagdating sa meeting place...&lt;br /&gt;masikip sa mrt...&lt;br /&gt;pagregister para sa seminar...&lt;br /&gt;kumain ng napakatigas na patatas...&lt;br /&gt;nabagot...&lt;br /&gt;nabagot...&lt;br /&gt;at nabagot pa..&lt;br /&gt;usok at upos ng sigarilyo...&lt;br /&gt;pag-ihi dahil masakit na ang pantog...&lt;br /&gt;mabangong sabon sa banyo...&lt;br /&gt;usok at upos ng sigarilyo ulit..&lt;br /&gt;walang traffic na byahe sa EDSA...&lt;br /&gt;masayang kainan at lakaran sa mall...&lt;br /&gt;panonood ng pelikula...&lt;br /&gt;pagtingala sa pumuputok sa langit...&lt;br /&gt;pag-inom ng malamig na kape...&lt;br /&gt;paninigarilyo ng walang awat...&lt;br /&gt;kwentuhan at tawanan...&lt;br /&gt;pagmumura sa pinagtatawanan...&lt;br /&gt;uminom ng beer...&lt;br /&gt;at uminom pa...&lt;br /&gt;kumain ng pulutan...&lt;br /&gt;nangaway ng waiter...&lt;br /&gt;inubos ang beer...&lt;br /&gt;nagpaalam sa mga kaibigan...&lt;br /&gt;umuwi na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang napakasayang araw na ubos pera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos are in my multiply site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peeghee.multiply.com"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-3920589554423734416?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3920589554423734416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=3920589554423734416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3920589554423734416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3920589554423734416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/12/buhay-buhay-2.html' title='Buhay Buhay 2'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-1016114384177404090</id><published>2007-11-07T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:26:55.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pangaral, Parangal</title><content type='html'>Kasalanan mo parin kung bakit ang kahapon nandito parin. Iwas ka ng iwas, galit ka na sa kakulitan pero 'di mo parin ito pinapaalis. Sa Diyos ka umasa, sambit ka ng sambit ng kanyang ngalan. Iniisip mo ang katangahan ang kasagutan. Puro ka sisi, at puro hinala, pero alam mo sa sarili mo ang wala sa lugar. Pakiramdam mo tangan mo ang bigat at kasali ka sa gulo, pero sabit ka lang. Ang nakakapawis mo lang na ginagawa ay ang paghukay sa iyong libingan. Nawala na tingkad at kasiyahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At isa ka pa na pakiramdam mo ay alam mo ang lahat. Sa isang kamay hawak mo ay libro, sa kabila naman hawak mo ang leeg nila. Lumilipad ka gamit ang isang pares na pakpak, isang pang-anghel at isang sa demonyo. Hindi ka tumitingala o yumuyuko. Dahil nasa palapag ka na ng mga Diyos mo. Nakakalula ba sa inaapakan mong putikan na gawa mo rin? Nakakangawit ba tumingala sa itaas? Hinihintay ka lang Niyang tumingin sa Kaniya. Hindi ka na nabawi sa ginawa ng kagaguhan. Wala ka ng pakiramdam at pakialam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin kayong dalawa sa salamin at malalaman nyo na nalulunod na kayo sa sarili ninyong dugo. Nababaliw. Nang-aaliw. Kayo ang payaso nila. Pinakupas lang ang nakalagay sa inyong mukha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-1016114384177404090?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1016114384177404090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=1016114384177404090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1016114384177404090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1016114384177404090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/11/pangaral-parangal.html' title='Pangaral, Parangal'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-4513484018988986856</id><published>2007-10-11T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:46:43.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasa Computer Shop</title><content type='html'>Kasalukuyang nasa computer shop ako malapit sa apartment namin dito Project 6. Maayos ang shop, flat screen ang monitors, tahimik. Ayos din ang mga nakita ko sa screen ng isang bata nung nag-in ako. Nanonood siya ng hentai sa dailymotion.com ata yun. Bigla niya kasing na-close yung window nung nakita niyang may tao sa likod niya. Ayos, simpleng ma-L na bata. Sasabihin ko sana na may mas ayos diyan boy, youporn.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang katabi kong lalaki na matanong. "Kuya di ako makapasok sa friendster", "Kuya di talaga maka-connect sa friendster", "Kuya ano tong nagpakita sa screen ko", "Kuya, you're so hot, can i ask you for a date?" ...hmmm mga ganun yung mga tanong niya, pero yung huli imbento ko lang, kasalukuyan kasi siyang naka-join sa chat room at nakiki-pagchat sa potential na ka-date. Yung yahoo id ata eh, [!m $0 Ho0ot ] ...hmmm, o di ba, ang tibay ng pes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ako nandito sa shop ay para mag-research sa napaka-challenging to the bones naming thesis. Ako na kasi ang gagawa ng Chapter 4, ang prototype. &lt;*thunder and lightning*&gt;. Well anyway, ang mga gamit kong search words ay "recommendation system flowchart", "personalized recommendation system flowchart", "personalized recommendation system using bayesian network flowchart diagram", "putang ina! bigyan mo ko google ng paraan para mapadali naman ng kahit konti yung gagawin ko!" ...in short, bigo ako. Nag-resort nalang ako sa pagaral ng parsing sa natural language processing. Hay...pero kahit pano makakatulong yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck sa exam namin mamya... good luck sa thesis namin... good luck sa ibang subjects... good luck sa sem na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-4513484018988986856?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/4513484018988986856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=4513484018988986856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/4513484018988986856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/4513484018988986856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/10/nasa-computer-shop.html' title='Nasa Computer Shop'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-8261499256180124100</id><published>2007-08-10T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:52:19.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shorts'/><title type='text'>Wala Lang</title><content type='html'>Natapos itong mai-type sa aking cellphone ng 12:49 AM, 08-10-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakahirap ipagtugma ng iniisip ng utak at nararamdaman ng puso. Ang tanong na yes o no para sa puso, dinadagdagan pa ng why sa huli ng utak. Simple, ginagawang kumplikado. Ang pag-ibig na alam kong dapat ibigay sa taong totoong mahal ko ay ibibigay ko sa taong alam kong susuklian ang pag-ibig ko. Dahil sa katotohanang hindi ako kayang mahalin ng taong totoo kong mahal. Ilalabas ko ang sarili ko sa lugar na yun sa butas na nahanap ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa huli, ang bagsak ko din ay sa isang mas magulo pang lugar. At hanggang hiling nalang ako na sana di na ako umalis sa katayuan kong iyon dati, na sana pinili ko nalang na ako ang masaktan kaysa makasakit pa ako ng iba. Sinagot ko nga ang yes pero kinontra ko rin yun nung tinanong na ako ng utak ko. Sana pinili ko nalang ang simple kaysa sa ginawa ko pang kumplikado ang lahat. Sa huli, talo parin ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-8261499256180124100?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8261499256180124100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=8261499256180124100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/8261499256180124100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/8261499256180124100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/08/wala-lang.html' title='Wala Lang'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-3921634625567245591</id><published>2007-07-26T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T02:11:00.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent Ngayon dahil Absent-minded</title><content type='html'>Masaya akong nagising ngayong araw na 'to, dahil isang araw na naman ito ng klase sa Unix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emil: Good morning sunshine! Good morning clouds! Good morning birds! Good moorrnniiing!!&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Magmumog ka 'dun, ambaho ng hininga mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagimpake ako dahil ako ay pupunta na sa apartment namin. Tumae. Naligo. Nagayos. Kumain. Nagayos ulit. Nagweewee at lumarga na. Masaya rin ang byahe, kahit pinipigilan ko ang tawa ko dahil sa binabasa kong libro ni Bob Ong. Nanginginig na labi ko, pinipilit na 'wag matawa baka kasi lumayo yung katabi ko sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating na ko sa apartment. Pinalantsa ang mga dala kong uniform. Nagbibihis at biglang napamura. Ay butas ng pwet! Nakalimutan ko ang sapatos ko sa aking Hometown. Kung ano pa ang malaki laki, e 'yun pa ang nakalimutan ko. Nadala ko ang mp3 player, flash drive, brief, panyo, medyas at mga dvd, pero ang sapatos kong kaisa isa, hindi. Nagisip ako, kung manghihiram ako... ako ang pinakamaliit sa amin at proportional naman katawan ko, hindi pang clown ang paa ko, walang magkakasya na sapatos sakin sa mga kabarkada ko. Kung uuwi naman ako sa hometown at papasok sa iskul... hindi ako ganon kasipag, salamat nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko ang tv, dvd player, malambot na upuan, chicha at mga dvd na dala ko... Napagdesisyunan ko nang hindi ako papasok. Nanood nalang ako ng movies at eto sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Movie # 1: Evan Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda ang quality ng video, astig. Ang story... kung ano yung napanood ko na trailer, parang ganon na din yung buong pelikula. Pero nakakatawa ang movie, may moral story, at kung ano ang moral story, akin nalang yun.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Movie # 2: Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ang pagkakatabingi ng videocam na pinangkuha habang pinapalabas ito sa sinehan. As in tabingi, yung tipong sulok nalang ng screen yung nakikita mo. Syempre di namana ako ganun ka-martir, proceed na ko sa next movie.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 0 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Movie # 3: Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago para sakin yung concept ng movie, Iron Chef na daga. Ayun lang masasabi ko. Speechless na.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Movie # 4: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa SM North na ko nanood, sa Cinema 7, 7:10 PM nagstart. Hmmm, dahil di ko naman nabasa yung libro, di ako ganung nadisappoint tulad ng mga nakabasa talaga nung libro. Nakornihan lang naman ako sa kissing scene ni Harry at... at... at... basta yung asian girl, akala ko kasi may "more part" pa eh. Anyway, korni din yung pagkamatay ni Siruis Black, mas gusto ko pa kung pano mamatay yung mga gang members sa mga action film ni Robin Padilla, na namamatay lang sa isang bala pero yung bida hindi tinatamaan ng bala. &lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-3921634625567245591?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3921634625567245591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=3921634625567245591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3921634625567245591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3921634625567245591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/07/absent-ngayon-dahil-absent-minded.html' title='Absent Ngayon dahil Absent-minded'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-8999634072949439486</id><published>2007-07-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:38:27.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shorts'/><title type='text'>Tambay</title><content type='html'>Sa isang araw na masarap ipangbuklod ang beer, sigarilyo at baon na kwentuhan, masarap makasama ang mga kaibigan. Nakakagaan ng pakiramdam ang mga oras na pwede mong sabihin ang problema mo, pakikinggan ka nila, at may isang magjo-joke tungkol dun at syempre sasabihin mo... "tangina mo!" sabay chop sa leeg niya, sabay malakas na tawanan. Pero hindi parin mawawala ang mga seryosong parte sa loob ng bilog ng mesa, mga payo at pagbibigay linaw sa magulong sudoku ng buhay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos mabuga ang lahat ng usok, maubos ang pulutan, mainom ang lahat ng laman ng bote, magiging mas maayos kaysa sa dati ang mga bagay bagay, at masasabi mo sa huli na... "kaya ko 'to... kakayanin ko 'to...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on lang sa magulong moshpit ng concert ng buhay... Czarina at Lois. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-8999634072949439486?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8999634072949439486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=8999634072949439486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/8999634072949439486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/8999634072949439486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/07/tambay.html' title='Tambay'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-4161524123041150001</id><published>2007-07-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:25:28.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karanasan'/><title type='text'>Buhay Buhay</title><content type='html'>Medyo magulo pa buhay ko ngayon, wala pang linaw ang mga sumusunod:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thesis (Bukas namin malalaman)&lt;br /&gt;2. Kwarto ko (Pinipinturahan pa, sa sofa ako matutulog ngayon)&lt;br /&gt;3. Harry Potter ('Di ko pa alam kung kelan ako manonood)&lt;br /&gt;4. Quiz sa Numerical Methods (Huling balita: Nasa emergency room daw ang prof namin)&lt;br /&gt;5. Lablayf (Kanta nalang tayo ng "Makulay ang buhay sa sinabawang gulay!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero inpsite ng mga bagay na 'to, masaya parin dapat. Parang 'yung mga nakita ko sa daan nung nasa byahe ako. Una, sa jeep, "Full the string to stop. Hila mo, tigil ako". Parang yung SM Horizon lang na nakita namin sa bus nung papunta kaming Cavite. Anyway, eto pa ang iba, "Laundryvouz" isa itong laundry shop, pangalan palang, sosyalin na. Eto pa, "Ritchie Cuarda for Congressman", kung ako ang campaign manager nya, papalitan ko yun. Gagawin ko iyon na "Ritchie "da howsie" Cuadra for Congressman". Mas may dating di ba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samu't saring bagay pa ang nakita ko, gym na puno ng papang pawisin, rugby boys, yosi boys, ang tongits barkada, duguang lalaki (nasaksak ata, tapos pumapara siya ng dumadaang sasakyan, punta yatang ospital, hula ko lang ah) at iba pa. Eto pa napansin ko nun, ang magaling na driver ay consistent na nasa right lane, tumitigil kahit 'di naman pinapara. Kung seswertehin ka ba naman, uwing uwi ka na, ganito pa. Gusto ko na ngang kumanta nun ng "to the left, to the left (2x) please manong driver drive to the left".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~o~o~o~o~o~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa problemadong buhay, 'di naman dapat laging mabilis ang pagbigay ng solusyon. Unti-unti lang, parang 'pag gagawin mong sorted ang buhay mo ay gamitan mo ng bubble sort, matagal ang execution, pero dapat sa bawat passes nito sa buhay mo ay may matutunan ka. O kaya, gamitan mo ng Taylor's Series, habang naso-solve mo ang values ng mga terms ay lumiliit ang absolute error mo, kahit pano ay malapit ka na sa true value ng buhay mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukhang mahaba ang nagawang source code ni Lord para sa buhay ko at natatagalan ang pagcompile nito. Hanggang ngayong wala paring linaw, 'di parin alam kung may undeclared variable o missing na semi-colon. At kung wala ngang error, at nai-run na ang program ko, 'di pa sure kung wala itong logical error at hindi magi-infinite loop. Alam kong sa huli, ako parin ang programmer at gagawa ng testing at debugging sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~o~o~o~o~o~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang bababa na ako, binasa ko ulit ang nakasulat, "Full the String..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full?? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma! para ho! *pitik sa bubong ng jeep*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-4161524123041150001?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/4161524123041150001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=4161524123041150001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/4161524123041150001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/4161524123041150001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/07/buhay-buhay.html' title='Buhay Buhay'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-2933153625846589664</id><published>2007-07-08T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:46:55.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shorts'/><title type='text'>Uwian</title><content type='html'>Tanaw na kita sa paglabas mo sa college building at papunta ka na dito. Ang ganda mo talaga, lalo na 'pag tumatawa ka kasama ang barkada mo. Teka, salubungin na kaya kita, mukhang mabigat ang mga dala mong libro. Hintayin nalang kitang makarating dito, pagmamasdan muna kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit ka na... sampung hakbang... Nasa tabi na kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nasa tabi ka na ng boyfriend mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aalis na ko, ingat ka, mag-enjoy ka sana kasama niya. Tara pare, yosi tayo sa labas ng campus, ibuga mo nalang kasama ng usok yang nararamdaman mo para sa kanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-2933153625846589664?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/2933153625846589664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=2933153625846589664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/2933153625846589664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/2933153625846589664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/07/uwian.html' title='Uwian'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-5050627183158362542</id><published>2007-06-25T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:47:38.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karanasan'/><title type='text'>Lagpas alas dose na, hindi na maganda si Cinderella</title><content type='html'>Lutang, absent minded, bad trip, malungkot, putang ina! gusto kong makipagsuntukan. Para akong pinagtripan ng isang daang tambay sa kanto, para akong binasted ng isang daang babae, para akong pinakaen pinaang longganisa at parang pinagduldulan yung mukha ko sa kili-kili ng babaeng may putok (turn off..syet), basta ayoko ng ganitong feeling. Ang masaklap pa hindi ko alam kung bakit ako nagkakaganito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinadaan nalang sa pagyoyosi, paginom sa bote ng beer sa tabi ko ngayon, pakikinig sa ingay ng cpu fan ko at 'moo' ng mga bullfrog sa labas, pagtingala sabay sungkit ng kulangot tapos pitik! sapol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi sadyang napupunan ng mga bagay na 'to kapag magisa ako ang mga kakulangan ko sa buhay. Kakulangan ng self-esteem, kakulangan ng confidence, kakulangan ng height, at ang pinakabago, kakulangan ng thesis topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga ba sa mga pagkukulang na 'to o hindi ko lang kasi nagagawan ng paraan. Aba malay ko, hindi ko nga alam kung bakit... kahit ano nalang. Mare-realize ko din kung ano ba dapat at kung ano ba talaga, sa ngayon, ako muna ay lutang, absent minded, bad trip at malungkot. Itutulog ko lang naman 'to, wala na 'to bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What are the telephone companies here in the Philippines?? ...Most of them are telephone companies."&lt;br /&gt;-Amazing "A"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hiwaga at talinhaga pinagsama, amazeng! Recursive 'yung statement, paki-intindi nalang daw klasmeyts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-5050627183158362542?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5050627183158362542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=5050627183158362542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/5050627183158362542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/5050627183158362542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/06/lagpas-alas-dose-na-hindi-na-maganda-si.html' title='Lagpas alas dose na, hindi na maganda si Cinderella'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-3805840784142178634</id><published>2007-06-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:47:47.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadramahan'/><title type='text'>Payrworks</title><content type='html'>The sky went black&lt;br /&gt;Clouds split in two&lt;br /&gt;Fire sparks in between &lt;br /&gt;Then heaven surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;Staring to the unlikely stars&lt;br /&gt;My fascinations begin&lt;br /&gt;Secretly growing deeper&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the rules of Sin&lt;br /&gt;Only to whisper my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Staring to the shaded moon&lt;br /&gt;My confusions begin&lt;br /&gt;Darkness stills my shadow&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my only kin&lt;br /&gt;Only to be blinded by light&lt;br /&gt;Secret invitations&lt;br /&gt;Leading to your heart&lt;br /&gt;My lasting daze begins&lt;br /&gt;Wishing it will never end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-3805840784142178634?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3805840784142178634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=3805840784142178634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3805840784142178634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3805840784142178634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/06/payrworks.html' title='Payrworks'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-25115070803316266</id><published>2007-06-03T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:47:57.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kapangyarihan ng Musika'/><title type='text'>Kantahan Tayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Say You Love Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that I want to be more than just your friend&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' hands is fine, but I've got better things on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You know it could happen if you'd only see me in a different light&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when we finally get together, you will see that I was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You know that it could be nice&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat me like I was ice, ooh, woo, woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please love me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours and you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only say you love me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Things would really work out fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that I want to be more than just your friend&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' hands is fine, but I've got better things on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You know it could happen if you'd only see me in a different light&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when we finally get together, you will see that I was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You know that it could be nice&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat me like I was ice, ooh, woo, woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please love me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours and you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only say you love me, darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Things would really work out fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You know that it could be nice&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat me like I was ice, ooh, woo, woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please love me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours and you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only say you love me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Things would really work out fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only say you love me, darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Things would really work out fine&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only say you love me, darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Things would really work out fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/A2UhMU1a7c/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/A2UhMU1a7c/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-25115070803316266?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/25115070803316266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=25115070803316266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/25115070803316266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/25115070803316266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/06/kantahan-tayo.html' title='Kantahan Tayo'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-735057446618397008</id><published>2007-05-06T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:47:47.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadramahan'/><title type='text'>To: Anonymous</title><content type='html'>I always smile&lt;br /&gt;So I can hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;I turn up the &lt;br /&gt;volume of my brain&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hear &lt;br /&gt;what my heart says&lt;br /&gt;I always laugh&lt;br /&gt;So I will not notice &lt;br /&gt;that I'm crying inside&lt;br /&gt;I always lie to you&lt;br /&gt;So I can keep to &lt;br /&gt;myself what is true&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of every&lt;br /&gt;existing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Of every single story&lt;br /&gt;I've heard&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of every&lt;br /&gt;existing reasons&lt;br /&gt;I'll say goodbye to &lt;br /&gt;the feelings i have for you&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;I'll let everything&lt;br /&gt;be back to normal&lt;br /&gt;I will be ok, I guess&lt;br /&gt;Just have to reformat &lt;br /&gt;my brain and my heart&lt;br /&gt;No need for backups&lt;br /&gt;Just a fresh, new start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-735057446618397008?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/735057446618397008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=735057446618397008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/735057446618397008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/735057446618397008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-anonymous.html' title='To: Anonymous'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-989248116661059266</id><published>2007-05-04T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:03:26.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kagaguhan'/><title type='text'>Roselle Nava for Councilor of Parañaque</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bakit Nga Ba Mahal Kita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselle Nava&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Kapag ako ay nagmahal&lt;br /&gt;Isa lamang at wala nang iba pa&lt;br /&gt;Iaalay buong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Lumigaya ka lang, lahat ay gagawin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin ka man sa iba&lt;br /&gt;Magwawalang-kibo na lang itong puso ko&lt;br /&gt;Walang sumbat na maririnig&lt;br /&gt;Patak ng luha ko ang iniwang saksi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Kahit 'di pinapansin ang damdamin ko&lt;br /&gt;'Di mo man ako mahal, ito pa rin ako&lt;br /&gt;Nagmamahal nang tapat sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na may mahal ka mang iba&lt;br /&gt;Ba't baliw na baliw ako sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang kailan ako magtitiis&lt;br /&gt;O, bakit nga ba mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano man ang sabihin nila&lt;br /&gt;Pagtingin ko sa 'yo'y 'di kailan man magmamaliw&lt;br /&gt;Buong buhay paglilingkuran kita&lt;br /&gt;'Di naghahangad ng ano mang kapalit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Repeat 2nd Stanza]&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS twice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, bakit nga ba mahal kita (o di ba may Coda pa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanong: Sino ang nagtambal sa pelikula na theme song ang kantang ito?&lt;br /&gt;A.) Kris Aquino at Philip Salvador&lt;br /&gt;B.) Vilma Santos at Bobot Mortiz&lt;br /&gt;C.) Sam Milby at Piolo Pascual&lt;br /&gt;D.) Rico Yan at Claudine Baretto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itext na ang inyong mga sagot sa 111 for Smart and Talk n Text users at 222 naman for Globe and Addict sa Mobile users. Text na!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YSyrAawhuf/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YSyrAawhuf/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-989248116661059266?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/989248116661059266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=989248116661059266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/989248116661059266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/989248116661059266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/05/roselle-nava-for-councilor-of-paraaque.html' title='Roselle Nava for Councilor of Parañaque'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-1872638108448613700</id><published>2007-04-29T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:59:55.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadramahan'/><title type='text'>Bago matulog...</title><content type='html'>Kinuha ko lang galing sa mga nagpost sa tag board ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas maingay talaga ang mga salitang hindi masabi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Sana sa sobrang ingay, marinig na niya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga matalinhagang salita na nabasa ko bago ako matulog. Natanong ko lang sarili ko, posible kayang naririnig(nararamdaman) na niya pero di lang niya pinapansin o pilit na 'di pinakikinggan dahil sa kanya kanyang kadahilanan. Ah ewan ko, minsan sa sobrang layo ng katayuan namin, imposible nang magtagpo pa kami sa iisang lugar. Parang ako ang Milky Way, siya ang Andromeda na kahit kailan 'di pwedeng matagpuan sa isang space zone. "Impossible is nothing" ika nga ng Adidas, "Impossible is zero" ika nga ni Gilbert Arenas, pero andyan parin ang mga salitang "not meant for you" at "pangit ka, 'di ka pwedeng maging bida sa telenobela". Aasa na nga lang ako sa tadhana, hihintaying marinig ang "It's my destiny" ika nga ni Hiro Nakamura. Ah ewan ko ulit, matutulog na nga lang ako. Hahaha! Madramang gabi sa inyong lahat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-1872638108448613700?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1872638108448613700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=1872638108448613700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1872638108448613700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1872638108448613700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/04/bago-matulog.html' title='Bago matulog...'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-3075598481606665055</id><published>2007-04-29T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:14:25.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadramahan'/><title type='text'>Salamin</title><content type='html'>Ano naman napala mo ngayon? As usual, wala no? Sinasabi ko na sa'yo dati pa na magseryoso ka naman paminsan minsan. Lagi ka nalang kasing ganyan eh kaya walang nangyayari sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinadaan mo lang sa biro lahat ng gusto mong sabihin. Puro ka joke, joke 'pag naglalakad, joke 'pag kumakain, joke pauwi, joke lang lagi. Isa kang malaking joke kung alam mo lang. Para kang artistang 'di naman dapat maging artista, banda na sikat na hindi naman magaling, mga tao sa big brother house, mga politikong magaling lang 'pag nangangampanya. Lahat sila joke sa lipunan, kasama ka na sa kanila ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba gusto mong iparating sa kanya sa mga ginagawa mo? Inuunahan mo na siyang wala lang 'yun. Dahilan doon, dahilan dito. Palusot doon, palusot dito. Siguro try mong baligtarin ang suot mo, tapos ibitin mo sarili mo ng patiwarik, baka dahil 'dun masabi mo na kung ano ba talaga nararamdaman mo, hindi ung mga antonym 'nun. 'Wag ka ng sinungaling pare ko, masama 'yan. Dinagdagan mo lang ng insulto ang katauhan ni katorpehan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, gusto mo siyang maging masaya 'pag magkasama kayo pero dadating ang panahon na aaminin mo din na mahal mo siya. At dahil nasanay siyang mapagbiro ka, hindi seryoso at makulit, sa tingin mo maniniwala siya sa sasabihin mo. Makukuha ka kaya niyang seryosohin..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahala ka na, kung ano man maging ending, kung maging comedy o tragedy 'yun, magkatuluyan man o hindi ang mag-love team, hindi ka naman mamamatay eh. Alam nating nabubuhay lagi ang bida hanggang matapos ang telenobela. Habang may buhay. may pag-asa ika nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-3075598481606665055?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3075598481606665055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=3075598481606665055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3075598481606665055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/3075598481606665055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/04/salamin.html' title='Salamin'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-1858357195717178014</id><published>2007-04-14T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:11:57.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karanasan'/><title type='text'>Mga Kailangan at Gusto, Needs and Wants ika nga...</title><content type='html'>Eto na ulit ako mga kaibigan, kung may nagbasa nga ba ng blog ko. Ang kwento natin sa madaling araw na 'to ay... bahala na, kung ano nalang matype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong tuesday ng gabi hanggang wednesday ng madaling araw nag-inuman kame ng mga kaklase ko, gran matador on the rocks! Pati pulutan on the rocks na din. Kwentuhan, sayawan, yosi, kwentuhan ulit, tawanan, pag-gago sa isa naming kaklase at kwentuhan na naman, lahat on the rocks na. Sa isang pag-inom ko ng streyt sa isang baso ng ice-cold beer, sinabi ko na para sa girlfriends ng tatlo kong kaklase, sa boyfriend nung isa at isang soon-to-be-bf yata ng isa, para sa minamahal ng ginagago naming kaklase at para kay *toot*, damn, masarap ang beer at nag-wish na sana maging masaya at maayos ang lahat. Naisip ko, kailangan ko na nga ba ng lablayf... hindi pa, gusto ko ba... kung gusto niya. Tangna, madrama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinahapunan ng wednesday, pumunta ako sa bahay ng kaklase ko at inabutan ko silang nanonood ng Grey's Anatomy season 3. Eh di syempre, nanood din ako, walang nagsasalita at walang nagtatanong kahit puno na ng tanong utak ko... "ha? sino ba yan? so sino ang kontrabida jan?". Oo, ako na walang sense at walang alam. After ng isang episode, bumili kame ng isaw, tenga, balunbalunan at barbecue. Bumili din kame ng halo-halo, on the rocks parin. After kumaen, nanood ulit kame, 4 o 5 episodes ata 'yung pinanood namin. At after mapanood ang magandang season 3 ng Grey's Anatomy, narealize ko na, kailangan ko na ng dvd player! Napag-iiwanan na ako ng technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninang umaga, nagkaroon kame ng general orientation sa SPi para sa mga natanggap na applicants. Masaya naman, kahit inantok. Ayos din kasi may isang lalaki dun, 'pag tinabihan ko, feeling ko ako si Yao Ming. Minsan lang 'yun, at naging masaya ako sa moment na nag-krus ang landas namin, sa loob ng 3 segundo, naging matangkad ako. Anyway, tama na ang pang-aasar at baka makarma ako, kailangan kong magpakabait at magpakatino para maging maayos ang internship ko sa company na 'yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauwi na ko kanina at nakasabay ko sa van pauwi ang valedictorian ng lower batch sakin, 2 years younger sakin. Nung pa-exit na kame sa tollgate, in-approach niya ako kung pwede ba siyang makitext kasi na-low bat na siya at kailangan niyang i-text ang mommy niya, magkikita daw sila sa SM Marilao. Ganito ang pagkakasabi niya, "KUYA Emil..." Wow! Matanda na nga ako, gusto ko sanang sabihin na Emil nalang, kaso magalang siya eh, hindi na ko dapat kumontra dun. Ganun nalang inisip ko, ginagalang niya lang ako, pero kasi nga matanda ako sa kanya. Syet. Ang ginawa ko nalang ay pinatagos sa kabilang tenga ko ung word na KUYA, lumabas sa may bintana at nahagip ng truck na nakasalubong ng van. Kaya 'pag kakausapin niya ako, ganito nalang 'yung naririnig ko, "*toot---woooshh* Emil....", ayos na, masaya na ko 'dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta tumatanda na nga tayo, madami ng nangyayari na nangangailangan ng mas mature na decision at mas wais na diskarte. Kailangang ko nang magsumikap kung gusto kong maging maayos buhay ko at yumaman, kasing yaman ni Tito Donald Trump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-1858357195717178014?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1858357195717178014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=1858357195717178014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1858357195717178014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1858357195717178014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/04/mga-kailangan-at-gusto-needs-and-wants.html' title='Mga Kailangan at Gusto, Needs and Wants ika nga...'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-5412977615019971915</id><published>2007-04-08T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:06:56.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadramahan'/><title type='text'>Selfone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ngayong gabi madilim dito, walang ilaw, brownout sa aking mundo... &lt;/span&gt;Nakahiga ako ngayon sa kama ko, tanging tunog lang ng electric fan ang naririnig, madilim, ilaw lang ng cellphone ang magpapaliwanag ngayon sa kwarto ko, 'yun ay kung magtetext ka. Umaasa, nag-iisip kung mayroon pa ba akong pwedeng gawin kundi maghintay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dahil katulad mo, ako rin ay nagbago, 'di na tayo tulad ng dati, kay bilis ng sandali... &lt;/span&gt;Wala akong balak noon na pumasok sa buhay mo, maging ka-close ka at maging kabarkada. Oo, kakilala nga kita pero 'di kita kakausapin hanggang 'di mo din ako kakausapin, vice-versa. Marami rin akong kwentong narinig galing sa kaibigan mo tungkol sa'yo at hindi magaganda 'yun at wala akong pakialam doon, 'di naman kasi kita ka-close. Pero ang baduy nga naman ng tadhana paminsan-minsan, dahil sa isang quote sa text nagbago lahat. Nagreply siya, gumawa siya ng isang argument at ako namang ma-pride din, sinagot ko ung argument na 'yun. One argument after the other, hanggang sa magka-biruan at magka-gaguhan kami. Masaya ang usapang 'yun na sinundan pa ng ibang usapan sa text at sa telepono. In short, naging close kami, sobrang close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Minsan tayo'y naiwan, walang ibang kasama ngunit nang ikaw ay kaharap ko na, 'di ko masabing mahal kita...&lt;/span&gt; Naging madalas ang pagpunta natin ng mall, pagtambay sa bahay, pagkanta sa videoke, paglaro sa arcade at pagkain ng magkasama. Lahat ng iyon naging masaya tayo, hanggang sa paguwi nating dalawa, wala tayong ginawa kundi magkwentuhan at magbiruan. Hanggang umiral na naman ang kabaduyan ng tadhana, narealize ko nalang na mahal na pala kita at umaasang ganoon din nararamdaman mo sa akin. Pero isang gabi na pauwi na tayong dalawa, nakatingin ako sa'yo pero nakatingin ka sa isang lalaki. Parang nakita ko na ang ganung klase ng tingin... aha! ganyan ang mga klase ng tingin ko sa'yo. Talo na ko, ano ba laban ko sa isang gwapo, matangkad at mukhang mayaman na tulad niya. Ang pinanghahawakan ko lang ay ang nararamdaman ko para sa'yo, at hindi ko alam kung sapat na ba iyon para sa preferences mo. Buong biyahe natin pauwi di ako nagsasalita, tinatanong mo ako kung bakit ako ganyan, naninibago ka sakin. Ito na siguro ung pagkakataon para sabihin kung ano ba talaga nararamdaman ko para sa'yo, pero mas pinili ko pang sabihin na ewan ko, na matutulog nalang ako kasi wala akong tulog kakagawa ng projects. Nanahimik ka nalang. Ganun din ako. Mas maayos pa nga siguro kung manahimik nalang ako kesa magpaliwanag pa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ngayong gabi madilim dito, walang ilaw, brownout sa aking mundo. Sa init naiinip, sa dilim nangangapa, naalala tuloy kita...&lt;/span&gt; Umaasa, nag-iisip kung mayroon pa ba akong pwedeng gawin kundi maghintay, maghintay ng pagkakataon kung kelan hindi na dadagain ang dibdib ko, maghintay sa isang pagkakataon na hindi na dadating, talo na ko. Tumunog ang cellphone ko, kasabay ng pagtilaok ng manok. Umaga na pala at nagtext ka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good morning...ano na namang kadramahan ung kagabi ha? hehehe...sabay tayo umuwi mamya ah..ha? ha? ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wala lang yun...sinumpong lang...meron ako eh...sige sabay tayo mmya sunduin kita..=p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya lang ay may ilaw na, pero sana ay malaman mo. Magka ilaw man madilim pa rin, magka ilaw man madilim pa rin kung wala ka...&lt;/span&gt; "Sige sabay tayo mamaya..." sinabi ko na naman 'yun, isang araw na namang lulong sa panaginip. Lubog sa lupa, halik sa hangin. Hindi ko na alam kung ano na ang mga susunod pang mangyayari. Malabo parin, nagmamakaawa na 'wag umiral ang kabaduyan ng tadhana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paalala: Pasensya na Parokya ni Edgar at Sugarfree, ginamit ko lyrics ng kanta ninyo. Maraming Salamat! Suportahan ang musikang Pilipino!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang naturang gawa ay kathang isip lamang, kahit anong pangyayari na nasulat na may pagkakahawig sa totoong buhay ng isang tao ay hindi sinasadya. Kung ayaw ninyong maniwala, eh 'di 'wag! hmfnez! =&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-5412977615019971915?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5412977615019971915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=5412977615019971915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/5412977615019971915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/5412977615019971915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/04/selfone_07.html' title='Selfone'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-2350435922576220024</id><published>2007-04-05T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:15:11.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kagaguhan'/><title type='text'>Bumalik sa Pagkabata...</title><content type='html'>Astig 'tong kantang 'to, nadownload ko sa LimeWire ung mp3, brings back the memories ng kapanahunan nila Shaider, Machine Man, Voltes V at Bioman. Tumatanda na nga tayo, kaya kanta na!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paki-play muna ang kanta at tska ninyo sabayan ng kanta gamit ang lyrics sa ibaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rMGS9SzpRa/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rMGS9SzpRa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maskman Opening Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari Sentai Maskman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanda na kayo&lt;br /&gt;Kampon ng kadiliman&lt;br /&gt;Oras na ng pagtotoos&lt;br /&gt;Kasamaaan niyo’y dapat matapos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narito na sila&lt;br /&gt;Bayaning tagapangtanggol&lt;br /&gt;Sa masama’y lilipol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maskman&lt;br /&gt;Kayo lang ang pagasa&lt;br /&gt;Iligtas kami sa marahas na kadiliman&lt;br /&gt;Kami’y inyong ipaglaban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigi!(2x) laban Maskman&lt;br /&gt;Ipagtangggol ang kapayapaan&lt;br /&gt;Sugud!(2x) laban Maskman &lt;br /&gt;Ipagsanggalang ninyo ang katarungan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buong mundo’y magpupuri’t magpupugay mabuhay&lt;br /&gt;Laser Squadron Mas…ku…man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isang Malupit na Instrumental...Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat I)&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus 2x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-2350435922576220024?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/2350435922576220024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=2350435922576220024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/2350435922576220024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/2350435922576220024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/04/bumalik-sa-pagkabata.html' title='Bumalik sa Pagkabata...'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-8163692876553455891</id><published>2007-04-03T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:06:56.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadramahan'/><title type='text'>Sa Mata ng isang Tanga</title><content type='html'>Isang malaking cliche sa mundo ang pagiging torpe, ika nga nung isang kowt na natanggap ko kanina..."wala sigurong taong matatawag na manhid kung lahat tayo kayang aminin ang totoong nararamdaman natin". May point siya dun, natatakot sabihin, natatakot umamin dahil sa mga naiisip na consequences kaya nagpapakamanhid nalang at nagpapakatanga nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa sa mga strengths ko ay ang magpakatanga. Ang galing galing ko dyan, promise! Paturo kayo kung gusto nyo ha. Putang inang yan. Gawin nating example ay ang pagibig, sa pagibig gagawin mo lahat para mapasaya ang taong gusto mo pero hindi niya alam kasi nga torpe ka. Gagastos ka, gugulin mo oras mo sa kanya, magno-novena ka, magpu-prusisyon ka, at higit sa lahat magpapapako ka sa krus para lang sa kagustuhan mong mapansin at magustuhan ka niya, in short "martir" ka na. Kung sino ang hindi pa nagpaka-martir, swerte kayo, kung sino ung nagpaka-martir na taas ang mga kamay! Ako muna magiging representative nyo kung ok lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naranasan ko na ang bagay na yun, ang sakit, ouchnez ika nga. Lalo na pag sasabihin sayo, may gusto siyang tao...*pagasa! pagasa! baka ako yun*... at hindi ikaw. Kamalas-malasan din minsan pagdating sa love life. Pero sabi nga nila, "you deserve someone better...", magtiwala ka nalang dun at magkakaroon ka na ulit ng pagasa siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nahahalata mo naman na hindi worth it ang ginagawa mo at magiging mas productive pa ang buhay mo kung sa ibang bagay, e di itigil mo na ang kagaguhang iyon at get a life. Masakit pero ganun talaga eh, part of growing up ika nga ulit. Wag ka lang bibitaw ng kapit, general rule of thumb yan, ayos di ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapansin ko madadrama ang mga huling post ko dito sa blog ko. Eto na ata ung withdrawal syndrome ko pag hindi na ko nakakapag-panigarilyo. Naghahanap na din katawan ko ng alcohol na maiinom, mga kaklase! inuman na tayo! please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-8163692876553455891?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8163692876553455891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=8163692876553455891' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/8163692876553455891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/8163692876553455891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/04/sa-mata-ng-isang-tanga.html' title='Sa Mata ng isang Tanga'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32995437.post-1562850587841773170</id><published>2007-04-02T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:11:57.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karanasan'/><title type='text'>SPI na nga ba...</title><content type='html'>Nag-iisip ako 'nun na ang tatlong letra na magpapabago ng buhay ko ay O-J-T. Hindi pa kasi ako sigurado kung saang company makakakuha ng OJT, samu't saring kompanya na ang pinasahan ko ng resume, mapa-job fair sa UST, mapa-online submission o walk-in sa bawat building sa Makati. Ngunit ngayong araw na 'to, nabago ng panibagong tatlong letra hinaharap ng buhay ko, 'di pa sure pero sana nga eto na..eto na..eto na...waaahhh!! S-P-I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakapasok na ang dalawa kong friends sa SPI, sa MIS sila na-assign, matapos ang dalawang madugo-dugong interview. Bukas ko malalaman kung pasok ba kame nung isa kong friend dun, either daw sa Networking o Systems kame ilalagay. Isang session nalang ng interviews at malalaman ko na ang kapalaran ko ngayong summer. "Walang iwanan 'to, sama-sama kaming apat dun", ito ung sinasabi ko sa sarili ko. Kaya natin to kaibigang James! Hawak kamay! Hawak Bewang! --Ayvan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa muli, wish us luck mga kaibigan! Matutulog na ko para makapag-pahinga na ang aking katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32995437-1562850587841773170?l=wawarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1562850587841773170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32995437&amp;postID=1562850587841773170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1562850587841773170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32995437/posts/default/1562850587841773170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawarde.blogspot.com/2007/04/spi-na-nga-ba.html' title='SPI na nga ba...'/><author><name>wawarde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13766821233479154970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>