tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59394037563142658082008-10-02T21:03:12.122-05:00a gURLs life v10.1 - autobiographyThe Chronicles of a Supposed Former Infatuation Junkieautobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comBlogger419125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-88339206925539051392008-09-10T18:08:00.003-05:002008-09-10T18:10:13.356-05:00Neah is dead<div align="center">R.I.P</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Nealyn Villanueva Cruz Dacillo Reyes</span></div><div align="center">born: March 01 1987</div><div align="center">died: September 10, 2008</div>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-71007558829087824092008-09-06T14:08:00.001-05:002008-09-06T14:10:59.927-05:00The Worst is Over Now*<ul>The worst is over now and we can breathe again<br />I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away<br />There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight<br />I wanna hold you high and steal your pain</ul><br /><br />That could only mean that... I'm done. This is it. This is the closure. I've had my final word/s to all the people who's been with me in the past 5 years. From Block Love to Bad Blood.<br /><br /><i>Is this goobye?</i> Febbie? Yes. For the whole world, it is goodbye. But to the people who I really <i>know</i>... there are no goodbyes, only see ya laters. It will NEVER end.<br /><br />I've had enough. I'M DONE WITH. Now, scram.<br /><br />Migol. How will I ever get to talk to you again?<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />*Line from Broken, song by Seether ft. Amy Lee</span>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-28679079723556289912008-09-06T05:34:00.000-05:002008-09-10T18:10:44.343-05:00Need Help AgainWhoever has got the two CDs of PEDICAB... Please shoot me an email. I need all their songs. I love Pedicab! I love Diego!!! :p <p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-60529256318269697902008-09-01T18:31:00.001-05:002008-09-01T18:31:34.729-05:00It's Not You. It's Me.It&#39;s not you, it&#39;s me.<p>I swear.<p>This is starting to get difficult for me.<p>I guess, it is expected that we&#39;ll drift apart.<br> <br>You may think that this post has got something to do with melodrama and that sort. But you are so dead wrong. <p>Blogging used to be an escape. But I dunno if things have changed, but in the past few days, posting became forced and somehow a burden. I guess, after 5 years and 4 months, I have finally grown weary of REGULAR blogging. I guess, posts will be less from hereon. I am also getting tired of proving<br>myself to the world or the people who find their way here. SHOW&#39;S OVER, bastards. I&#39;m done. I have no responsibility to amuse you anymore, or keep myself preoccupied by ranting effortlessly. <p>I don&#39;t know what happened. Or why it happened. Epiphany? I guess. This is a Beautiful Letdown*<p>* Song by Switchfoot, released circa 2005(?)autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-84903481812528969092008-08-25T15:24:00.000-05:002008-08-25T19:25:54.666-05:00I Need Help I need to have the mp3 of Modjo's Lady (Hear Me Tonight) [Modjo is the name of the artist... Lady (Hear Me Tonight) is the title of the song]. So if you have that certain song in storage somewhere, or you know where to find it, please shoot me an email [nheis_37@yahoo.com] with the said file. Yes, I don't have the time to download it myself, so please download and send the raw mp3 file as an attachment on the email. I just need it for my cellphone. If you'll email it to me, I can just store it straight to the phone. Thanks. Gad, I am such a lazy kid. I am having a difficult time finding the song. <br><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-50270485033454034642008-08-25T12:14:00.000-05:002008-08-25T16:15:07.585-05:00I am posting via email. This is an announcement. Just in case Multiply and Blogger cannot recognize certain characters/ symbols. I can be either posting using the work email or my cellphone. So that would explain certain inconsistencies with regards to typo errors or anything of that sort ;p So dear readers, I apologize if you will be experiencing diffficulty reading certain posts. I am not sure what setting my email should be in to make sure it is posted in the default font of the blogs. I guess I'll just hafta tweak this one.<br><br>And to other bloggers who might wanna do the same thing, I think post via email is available to all Blogger accounts and to Multiply Premium accounts -- I think. So now you know. Okay? *applaud* <br><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-79249765489910546022008-08-23T17:45:00.000-05:002008-08-23T21:47:38.563-05:00Thanks LIZER! You sent it just in time. JUST in time! ;)<br><br><br><font size="5">Sometimes you just hafta put a period on something that has to end, <br>and not just settle on a comma.<br><br>WHY?<br><br>Coz time will come you'll realize that it's nicer to see a complete sentence, <br>rather than seeing a phrase that doesn't make any sense.</font><br><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-53237560987141859672008-08-23T14:15:00.000-05:002008-08-23T19:26:31.000-05:00OWN'DIf you use facebook, you&#39;d know that there is an application there which allows you to own people. When someone owns you, it&#39;d say a message.. &quot;You&#39;ve been own&#39;d&quot;.<p>I own Princess Sparkles again. :D Yay. Wanna know her? Google this -- MotoRokr U9. Weee. SuperKaduperLove. ;pautobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-65239201099769383622008-08-20T08:30:00.000-05:002008-08-20T12:36:17.687-05:00I am frickin happy You know what's the best thing about now? I am happy. <br><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-73976377100838675572008-08-19T13:58:00.000-05:002008-08-19T13:59:34.894-05:00SurprisaWow. Mike came from the site in Sucat and went straight to the Fort to pick me up, even if he had just 3 hours of sleep. And I was not aware that he&#39;d be coming. We were talking on the cellphone and I was walking out of Telus. He asked me what I want for that morning, I immediately said &quot;bacon&quot;,<br>because I&#39;m tired and hungry and I just have a weird craving for bacon. Then while talking on the cellphone and stepped out of MarketMarket, he made a remark that I looked nice in pink. And I was like, how did he know what I was wearing. He was sitting in Mc&#39;D, straight from work... He didn&#39;t went<br>home when he should&#39;ve. And I know he was tired. So you can just imagine how flattered I am with the gesture and how happy I am to see him again... And he was asking to have breakfast with me in Jollibee - as Mc&#39;D and J are the only two places open that morning and serving breakfasts - the mall<br>wasn&#39;t open as well... And I was like let&#39;s just have breakfast at home. <p>So we drove home and it was all good because commuting would&#39;ve taken me 45 minutes to go home when in reality the travel should be just 20 minutes. We ate my mom&#39;s adobo... And then, we headed back to the site by 2pm. I opened by backpack and saw a letter - from him. *Awwww* I slept, Woke up around<br>8pm, then he started texting me... Said that when I&#39;m in Telus already, I should tell the guard my name. Apparently, around 7pm, he dropped by Telus to give the guards a Candy Corner loot filled with Skittles and a Spongebob keychain... And a letter! *Awww again* Happy food. Note says -- you deserve<br>to be happy... <p>Oh well. There, there. Talk about mush.autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-6976855180269376172008-08-16T08:16:00.013-05:002008-08-16T14:13:39.264-05:00WE ARE SO EFFIN BACK!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SKbhHE4YhvI/AAAAAAAABzs/PcQlJCUAEvs/s1600-h/PICT5278.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SKbhHE4YhvI/AAAAAAAABzs/PcQlJCUAEvs/s400/PICT5278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235119128550344434" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SKbVhe6sFsI/AAAAAAAABzU/ki-62MLPq0I/s1600-h/PICT5121.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235106388076402370" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SKbVhe6sFsI/AAAAAAAABzU/ki-62MLPq0I/s400/PICT5121.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div>Fresh from the <em>burol </em>and <em>bundok </em>of Baguio City... Way up north, Neneng and Boy Negro finally decided to head back home... back to the city, the busy-ness and the problems which Metro Manila represent.</div><div></div><br /><div>Well, it was supposed to be an overnighter. I filed a 3 day Vacation Leave. But blessed be the gods, the THREE day break extended into <strong>SEVEN</strong> days! ;D *superweeeeee*</div><div></div><br /><div>Well, Sat Sun was off for me last week, the VL for Mon-Wed went through and guess what, the next RDs fell on a Thu and Fri. Thus, SEVEN WHOLE DAYS of NOTHINGNESS!!!</div><br /><div></div><div>Being the <em>bossing </em>that he is, Boy Negro was all like "<em>Extend tayo, neneng...</em>" while we were at the mountains, which is all good by me cuz he is paying the damned hostel, half of the fare and about 3/4 of the food expenditure. Hehe. I was a spoiled kid. And don't we all just love being SPOILED? *yepyep*<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Okay, so guys, you can all cringe, vomit, laugh your ass off, roll your eyes all you can right now... I'll be giving you one whole minute to make do with all your questions, interrogations, suggestions, violent reactions and cynical presumptions. After that, forever hold your silence. Harhar!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Bummer though after spending one night when <em>he </em>decided to go trekking the mountains of Baguio <em>aimlessly</em>, here I am again with a bad case of runny nose and colds... ;p Oh well. That's what you get when you let your heart win *whoa* :D<br /><br />And though making him stop and look at the damned camera is one of the most difficult endeavor I had to partake in, it was all worth it. He says he's better off taking my pics -- which I realized I didn't like when I am sooooo unaware. He might look like a serious fella who cannot effin smile in camera, but damn right he's<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">gago </span></span>as he can be in person. Observe the name that he calls me... <span style="font-style: italic;">Neneng</span>. WTF right?! But it's all good indahood...<ul>Me: "<span style="font-style: italic;">Shhhhhh.... Siraan na ba ng buhay?!</span>"<br />Him: <span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-style: italic;">ano? craan ng buhay?hehehe whew! mainit ang mga eksena "shower time!"</span><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span></ul></div><div></div></div>Mapua Loves UP Manila!autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-55379372191474010012008-08-09T08:39:00.002-05:002008-08-09T08:40:27.663-05:00I'll be back...I'll be gone for a couple of days. :)<br /><br />Getaway!<br /><br />Tell you about it/ show you about it when I'm back. ;Pautobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-37468437215976540382008-08-09T05:10:00.000-05:002008-08-09T09:10:12.231-05:00*lol*"<span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px;padding: 0px;">Insecure? Why would I be? I'm a far cry from you. You with your blue collar job and lowlife ways. Just fucking shut up. Grow up and realize that the world is way more complex than your silly boy-crazy ways. And oh... your grammar sucks by the way.</span>" <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-46793994178632591682008-08-08T16:40:00.002-05:002008-08-08T16:50:05.816-05:00I will be blogging Olympics as if I care enough to actually blog about it.For starters, I never really liked sports. I have never in the entire history of me excelled in one sport. Partly because I am a wimp and partly because I decided to totally ditch the "athletic" side of me in exchange of love of the arts.<br /><br />Here's the deal. The Beijing Olympics... as Febbie puts it... is China's "coming out" bash. As if to tell the world "Greetings, we exist!" It is a political statement indeed.<br /><br />Being able to pull off one of the decade's SuperKaduperMegaStructure - the Beijing 'Bird's Nest' Olympic Stadium - is proof enough of how <i>robust</i> China is. It is an engineering genius, really. If you've watched the NGC special about the 2008 Olympic Stadium - god, you will be impressed [and this is not because I am spending time with the company of an engineer right now].<br /><br />But... despite the ingenuity of the Bird's Nest among the other measures of China's growth and <i>re-</i>emergence as a Superpower... Consumerist America (meaning the America that we grown to love - one that preaches 'My Way or the Highway', 'Are you one of us?', 'Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous', among other self-glorifying, arrogance-enriched philosophy of them offsprings of Uncle Sam) still found a way to tell the world that <i>this year's Olympics held in China may be big deal but still they're not pulling it off Am-Style</i>.<br /><br />David Letterman said in one Late Night show episode... (paraphrase) that somehow, the US - being the big shot busy country it is, just delegated the Olympic-duty to China. And China, being the eager puppy willing to amaze the world, accepted the hand-me-down-offer almost immediately. And here's the deal, I'm not American, nor am I in Uncle Sam's town but I laughed my ass off knowing that it was a political statement. Somehow Letterman implied - at least in my opinion, of course everything is relative on the person who recieves the message, that China would do anything to prove to the world that they are indeed a World Power, proof of which is pulling off such a <i>Big Event</i>.<br /><br />China was penetrating the limelight. The world was amazed and started acknowledging that humongous land mass south of Russia and north of the little Asian countries. Then it all came crashing down upon realizing the trend towards 'GREEN living'. Attention was focused on the CHINESE SMOG. And this is a big deal espcially since Al Gore awakened us with the Inconvenient Truth. Now the sparkle of staging the Olympics was overshadowed by smog. And US is criticizing that.<br /><br />Somehow it dawned to me, that the US will not totally approve of anything that will endanger their dominance. They are as arrogant as ever and will always find loopholes with the other countries' attempts to be great. It shall always be a threat to them... Sharing powers. US will continually hog the spotlight, and they're holding onto dear life to remain there.<br /><br />- - -<br /><br />P.S. Febbie, this is your fault. I love International Relations. Your IR innuendos over the Olympics got me started ;p Sobrang <span style="font-style: italic;">what the hell</span>, diba?autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-39190717151129307942008-08-07T19:52:00.002-05:002008-08-07T19:58:49.916-05:00BUZILLION PICTURES!Ahoy Mateys!<br /><br />I have a buzillion used to be private photos now "On-Exhibit" in Multiply.<br /><br />Care to see them? Go to my <span style="font-size:380%;"><a href="http://neahreyes.multiply.com/photos">Multiply Photos</a></span> right now.autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-62125590572847227192008-08-07T17:32:00.002-05:002008-08-07T17:37:35.463-05:00Mushy Oatmeal, Anyone?<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >That's When I Love You</span><br /><ul>- Aslyn</ul><br />When you have to look away<br />When you dont have much to say<br />Thats when I love you<br />I love you, just that way<br />To hear you stumble when you speak<br />Or see you walk with two left feet<br />Thats when I love you<br />I love you, endlessly<br />And when your mad cuz you lost a game<br />Forget Im waiting in the rain<br />Baby I love you,<br />I love you anyway<br />Heres my promise made tonight<br />You can count on me for life<br />Thats when I love you<br />When nothing you do can change my mind<br />The more I learn, The more I love<br />The more my heart cant get enough<br />Thats when I love you,<br />WhenI love you no matter what<br />So when you turn to hide your eyes<br />Cause the movie it made you cry<br />Thats when I love you<br />I love you a little more each time<br />And when you cant quite match your clothes<br />Or when you laugh at your own jokes<br />Thats when I love you<br />I love you, more than youll know<br />And when you forget that we had a date<br />Or that look that you get when you show up late<br />Baby I love you, I love you anyway<br />Heres my promise made tonight<br />You can count on me for life<br />Thats when I love you<br />When nothing you do can change my mind<br />The more I learn, The more I love<br />The more my heart cant get enough<br />Thats when I love you,<br />When I love you no matter what<br />Thats when I love you<br />When nothing baby<br />Nothing you do could change my mind<br />The more I learn, The more I love<br />The more my heart cant get enough<br />Thats when I love you,<br />When I love you no matter what<br />No matter whatautobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-28067469350228367932008-08-07T11:22:00.001-05:002008-08-07T15:26:30.662-05:00Nabigla Naman Ako! Multiply Premium!Hehe. Gumagana na pala yung PayPal Account ko! Yehey! Pero, ang istorya talaga dito ay kung paano ko nalaman na gumagana na siya...<br /><br />Ganito yun.<br /><br />Tinry kong mag-Multiply premium for $17.00 only. Hehe. Wala lang tamang trip, kasi madami akong salapi na pwedeng waldasin. Tapos ang options dun payment through Credit Card or through PayPal. At dahil sosyal ako (todo na to to the nth level), nakahook up ang Credit Card ko sa PayPal, so yung ang pinili ko. Wala lang para mas komplikado. Para fun, madaming dinaanan, ganun. Pay through PayPal. Confirm payment through verification number.<br /><br />At ang sumunod ko namang ginawa. Chineck ko ang online account ko sa aking financial institution. Ayun, pag check ko, nabawas na yung $17. Cool. Haha. Ang galing. Napahanga ko ang sarili ko. Sabi ko sa sarili ko "Wow Neah, yordaman!" Ehehe.<br /><br />At bakit nga ba ako nag sign up ng Multiply Premium? Di ko din alam kung bakit. Nabigla lang ako. Hehe. Meron daw hi-res storage, more bandwidth, etcetera, etcetera. Nagoyo naman nila ako. Ayun. Nabigla nga ako, sana sa iba ko na lang gianmit ang una kong PayPal purchase. Hehe. Nevertheless, okay lang din naman. $19 lang naman yun... :P Ang galing naman ng TEKNOLOJI!<br /> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-58511989197585953262008-08-06T11:38:00.009-05:002008-08-06T12:43:54.469-05:00Anxiety Attack!Meet up gone kuh-ray-zee [say it like you spell it] :) Hehe. Pics c/o Justin. HappyHappyJoyJoy! (Ren and Stimpy, circa 1995) LuvLuv.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0Wko7rI/AAAAAAAAByE/ar_9TPEC0eU/s1600-h/a4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231451935603224242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0Wko7rI/AAAAAAAAByE/ar_9TPEC0eU/s400/a4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />I faint and vomit. It's my specialty. Boohoo!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0X0PsmI/AAAAAAAAByM/VOiCKzkVHNY/s1600-h/b2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231451935937114722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0X0PsmI/AAAAAAAAByM/VOiCKzkVHNY/s400/b2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Nice twist of sick and polka-dot bliss.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0qWEeWI/AAAAAAAAByU/ca1CmbJJxvs/s1600-h/a6.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231451940910823778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0qWEeWI/AAAAAAAAByU/ca1CmbJJxvs/s400/a6.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Neah and the Happy Giant or Migol and the Cute Dwende.<br />-- ganda ng effect, parang pelikula nila Herbert Bautista circa 1980s<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0g5kyoI/AAAAAAAAByc/mKUbriymmHY/s1600-h/a7.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231451938375387778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0g5kyoI/AAAAAAAAByc/mKUbriymmHY/s400/a7.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Neah. Migol! Nurse?<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0lN01II/AAAAAAAAByk/y9GY4MDSs6s/s1600-h/a9.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231451939534066818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJnZ0lN01II/AAAAAAAAByk/y9GY4MDSs6s/s400/a9.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />sick kid, peace sign by Migol, nerdy-smiley guzzy<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJne6XoFO_I/AAAAAAAABys/J2ynLxl9IRI/s1600-h/b8.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231457536523451378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJne6XoFO_I/AAAAAAAABys/J2ynLxl9IRI/s400/b8.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />After fainting, back to UPM-CAS <br />I like this pic cuz my ass looks good in it. Pin Up<i>py</i>*lol*autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-35694949806702221812008-08-06T10:45:00.002-05:002008-08-06T10:51:02.679-05:00When You Can't Quite Match Your Clothes*Hmmm.<br /><br />Excited daw ako. E siya di ba excited? Siraulong siraulo ;D Bakit ko ginawa yun? E kasi payday... Tsaka sinabay ko lang sa grocery shopping na ginagawa ko every payday. Kumita na naman ako ng limpak limpak. 3 days to go.<br /><br />EXCITED DAW AKO! E bakit lagi mo sinasabi... "Tagal naman ng Sunday...". Excited ka din. Ayaw pa umamin ;p<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* line from That's When I Love You, Aslyn</span>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-56416014354845555022008-08-05T18:47:00.004-05:002008-08-06T16:01:17.495-05:00Far From Lonely<span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I'll be just fine,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Pretending I'm not.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm far from lonely,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">And it's all that I've got.*</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* All That I've Got, The Used</span>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-39493810946949693222008-08-04T10:58:00.001-05:002008-08-04T14:08:21.271-05:00Star, Star, Star...<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJchRhRslBI/AAAAAAAABxU/WDj4wqAGhqY/s1600-h/PICT5062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230686077088207890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJchRhRslBI/AAAAAAAABxU/WDj4wqAGhqY/s400/PICT5062.JPG" border="0" /></a> <center><a href="http://uk.geocities.com/nheis_37/Mike.bmp">Mike</a> Was Here.</center><br />If Gossip Girl's got <i>XOXO</i>, <a href="http://uk.geocities.com/nheis_37/20061122_CE1106.pdf">Mike</a>'s got <i>StarStarStar</i>. That's my right knuckle. He doodled that while we were sitting on a hotdog stand outside the cinema ;pautobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-68205403489706205732008-08-04T10:37:00.002-05:002008-08-04T12:26:27.643-05:00I had my hair trimmed, it can't pass as a haircut.<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJc7onEzW4I/AAAAAAAABxs/mJIqbVV-lhY/s1600-h/PICT5041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230715061084052354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJc7onEzW4I/AAAAAAAABxs/mJIqbVV-lhY/s200/PICT5041.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJc7otRxwDI/AAAAAAAABx0/bNg-gwmodQE/s1600-h/PICT5040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230715062749085746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJc7otRxwDI/AAAAAAAABx0/bNg-gwmodQE/s200/PICT5040.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJc7o54d7MI/AAAAAAAABx8/oLzo-bn-z8k/s1600-h/PICT5042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230715066132589762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6joCrm8BvEU/SJc7o54d7MI/AAAAAAAABx8/oLzo-bn-z8k/s200/PICT5042.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Though I must say, I love my <em>ChunLi</em> look here. Cute ;)autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-28190037360131429542008-08-01T02:24:00.001-05:002008-08-01T06:32:39.873-05:00Neah-Google-Search-It<p>Repost from AmiePerez (coursemate in UP, via multiply)</p><p>Type in the following and choose the choice (that makes sense) [I know Amie!] that<br />appears on the list.</p><p>1) Type in "your name needs" in Google search:<br />Neah needs to work closely with OEMs and help methanol crack a prime application before extending itself to pursue multiple applications</p><p>2) Type in "your name looks like" in Google search:<br />looks like you guys had so much fun!</p><p>3) Type in "your name loves" in Google search:<br />Neah LOVES Myspace!</p><p>4 ) Type in "your name says" in Google search:<br />Neah says that these differences – compared with conventional PEM-based technology</p><p>5) Type in "your name does" in Google search:<br />Neah does not require the use of proprietary. materials such as Nafion from DuPont </p><p>6) Type in "your name hates" Google search<br />hates that</p><p>7) Type in "your name goes"<br />NEAH Goes Green</p><p>8) Type in "your name loves" in Google search:<br />- natanong na 'to </p><p>9) Type in "your name is" in Google search:<br />Neah is expecting to have a prototype of its product by the beginning of next year.</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-75515529070900344392008-08-01T01:08:00.008-05:002008-08-01T02:35:30.057-05:00Pakinangsyet EMO!Wala lang. Nakakapanggigil lang ang mga kabataan ngayon. Hehe. As if hindi ako parte nung kategoryang yun. Kasi naman, supposedly isang psuedo-genre ng musika ang emo. Hindi sya isang fashown lamang. Mga mall emo, kalye emo, blahblah... Masakit sa ulo makakita ng mga bata na naka-trucker hat, skinny trousers, Chucks, one-sided and buhok, black ang nails at nagi-sport ng laslas sa wrist as if it is a fashion statement. Tingin mo cool yun? Masaya ba na may label ka? Nakakagigil. Lalo na't ang mga kabataan ngayon... pwede mo nang hatiin sa napaka-limitadong grupo. Emo, pokpok at yung walang kwenta. Pwede din namang in between. Pokpok na emo, emo na walang kwenta at walang kwentang pokpok. Hahaha. Napakarami ko lang hinaing. Eto pa, si Bea Alonzo, kumakanta na. Hindi siya emo, hindi din naman siya pokpok... so ibig sabihin, wala syang kwenta. Bwahahaha. Eto ang latest random rant ko. Walang kwenta ang lipunan. Madami na'ng bobo. Yung mga superficial na tao sa mundo. Yung puro surface value lang ang alam. Yung mga tipong, mahilig ako sa RAWWK MUZAK kaya BLACK lang ang isusuot ko. Kasi rakenrol yun. PAKINANGSYET! Bakit ako kikay pero mas gusto ko ng rock (and it's subcategories)? Uhmmm, minsan hindi ko mapigilan ang sarili ko pag naglalakad ako sa mall taos nakikita ko ang mga kabataang tuwang tuwa na parte sila nung mga kategoryang sinabi ko. Maga tipong "<em>Did I just say that out loud?" moments, </em>kung saan bigla na lang akong nagsa-sigh ng malakas sa harap nila or under my breath sinasabi ko ang mga katagang <em>"oh my god</em>!<em>"</em>. Yung mga pokpok naka-hapit na racerback, maikling short/skirt kasama yung mga hiphop (bigshirts, pekeng blingbling) boys nila. Yung mga emokids na mahirap i-distinguish ang babae at lalake kasi iisa ang damit. Panay sa tiangge ata sila namimili. At yung mga walang kwenta-yung mga blah ang existence. Hayyy. Wait wait. Sandali, yung sinasabi ko palang mga kategorya ay aplikabol lamang sa mga dukha na bobo. Because educated and the fortunate bunch would know better not to fit into these stupid categories. Haynako. Ibig bang sabihin nito elitista na ako? Burgis na ako. Paksyet ka Migol, kasalanan mo 'to. *lol*<br /><br />Hmmmm... basta ayoko sa mga bobo at sa dukha. Ayoko sa mainit, sa mabaho... Haha. Paksyet kayo! Mga LOWLIVES!<br /><br />Ehehe.<br /><br />Ah. Nga pala. Sinabi ko diba noon na mag re react ako sa SONA 2008 ni Madam? Ahmmm, tinatamad ako magtype. So I guess, PAKINANGSYET KA MADAM. Yun lang. E kasi naman <em>Ramdam </em>daw <em>ang Kaunlaran</em>. Paksyet. Bakit hindi mo ako bigyan ng 1-time cash subsidy worth PhP500 para sa Meralco na <em>Katas ng EVat</em>. At yung PhP300 monthly subsidy for the <em>poverty stricken</em>. Yung 500 ipanglo-load ko (covered na 20 days of cellphone use ko), yung 300 ipangta-taxi ko. Mahusay ka Madam. Sona? Sonata? Swansong sana. Walang Gloria. Pakinangsyet na gloria!autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939403756314265808.post-67974434410938496462008-07-30T19:29:00.001-05:002008-07-30T23:32:47.375-05:00HP6: Trailer and Pics from the Reel ;) sneak peek! :D<a href="http://www.aol.com.au/movies/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince.jhtml">Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince</a> is about to hit theatres by December. Whoa! Sneak peek on the movie, click <a href="http://www.aol.com.au/movies/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince.jhtml"><span style="font-size:6;">HERE</span></a>. Wee... Draco is sooooo hotttt! :D :D <p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p>autobiographerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09428991782090622604noreply@blogger.com