<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:53:30.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NezirAm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-600961898497481050</id><published>2009-10-29T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:21:54.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm back! (Neziram's on and off. Sorry. Haha.) Dahil matagal akong nawala, please send me your new blog addresses para ma-iupdate ko yung sidebar ko. Ang dami nang nawala/nagchange ng blog adresses. I missed blogging. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mahaba na ulit ang buhok ko.&lt;br /&gt;2. Won a shirt design contest.&lt;br /&gt;3. Had a "musical" semester. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;4. Had social dance as my PE for this sem. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;5. New dorm, new friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;6. Lumusong na ako sa knee-deep na baha sa Espana noong panahon ni Ondoy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Nawalan ng kuryente at tubig sa dorm pero naenjoy ko.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hindi ako nakapag-aral dahil may narinig kaming umiiyak ng mga roommates ko nung walang kuryente.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;s&gt;My ex-boyfriend's getting married.&lt;/s&gt; Haha, peace!&lt;br /&gt;10. Buhay na uli ang neziram. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-600961898497481050?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/600961898497481050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=600961898497481050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/600961898497481050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/600961898497481050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2819905786632912080</id><published>2009-08-02T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:59:28.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week one</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Open your eyes. Speak. Tell me if you recognize my face. Tell me if you remember my name. Tell me if you recall hearing my voice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare bago pa maging corny 'tong mga tinatype ko, gumising ka na bago mag-Setyembre. Isang linggo ka nang hindi naliligo makatagal ka pa kaya? Bumangon ka na nga dyan, tamad. Wag kang bibitaw, maraming may hawak sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya gumising ka na. May pasok ka pa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2819905786632912080?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2819905786632912080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2819905786632912080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2819905786632912080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2819905786632912080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-one.html' title='week one'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-382489792658098487</id><published>2009-08-02T01:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:00:48.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mabilisang post</title><content type='html'>Unang-una, 12 hours na lang prelims na namin sa CWTS at nasa Balanga, Bataan pa rin ako ngayon. Ikalawa, oo tinatamad akong mag-aral. Ikatlo, woohoo! I'm back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naeenjoy ko na ang bago kong dormitoryo. Marami na akong mga kakilala doon lalong lalo na ang mga nakakasama ko sa library at study area ng 3rd floor ng mga 4am na nakikita akong nakanganga at naghihilik at may tumutulong dotdotdot sa librong inunan ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Syempre joke yun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pero malay ko baka nangyayari nga.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre feel na feel ko na rin yung pagiging nursing student ko. Feel na feel na feel ko na rin ang paghahanap ng alternative sa San Mig Coffee Extra Strong. Sana gumawa sila ng San Mig Coffee Super Duper Extra Strong. Tapos sana yung Cobra maging Python. Tapos yung Nescafe maging kape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi tinutubig na lang yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana yung Mcdo i-ban na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magkakadiabetes na kasi ako dahil araw-araw akong bumibili ng sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakabagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakamiss mag-post ng mga ganitong wala naman kayong mapupulot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namiss niyo ba ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre naman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-382489792658098487?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/382489792658098487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=382489792658098487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/382489792658098487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/382489792658098487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/08/mabilisang-post.html' title='mabilisang post'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1008862284556587055</id><published>2009-06-13T05:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:02:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tada</title><content type='html'>Technically, I did not get any sleep. But if in case you care, yes I'm fine, just tired. I'm currently deleting some files I consider obsolete by now. Hahaha. I'm looking for a good primary photo to replace the Architecture-Nursing #@$!# on my page. Haaay. I have tons of photos to delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My mom's looking at me like this: O_o) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm actually smiling right now. I'm nuts. To be honest I'm not that down. I understand why he had to do this in the first place. No hard feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1008862284556587055?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1008862284556587055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1008862284556587055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1008862284556587055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1008862284556587055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/06/tada.html' title='tada'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1838884292532404619</id><published>2009-06-13T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:50:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He said it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanted: crying shoulders. Yes, plural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1838884292532404619?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1838884292532404619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1838884292532404619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1838884292532404619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1838884292532404619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2819529714875799018</id><published>2009-06-08T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:20:47.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>Naglipat na nga pala kami ng gamit sa bagong titirhan ko sa Manila. Nag-upload na rin ako ng pictures. &lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-06-08/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa sa mga bagay na nagustuhan ko? Ikumpara niyo ang &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-06-08/b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;luma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kong closet sa &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-06-08/i.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;bago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2819529714875799018?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2819529714875799018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2819529714875799018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2819529714875799018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2819529714875799018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6950394000570562633</id><published>2009-06-04T14:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:04:26.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cardiology</title><content type='html'>Nakakatuwa naman dahil medyo maraming nakapansin na tinanggal ko sa wishlist ko ang gumraduate ng medicine at makatapos ng cardiology. May pakialam pa pala ang mga tao sakin, haha. Bakit ko tinanggal? Mamaya na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata pa ako gusto ko nang maging doktor. Noong lumaki ako saka lang namulat sa akin na hindi ka pwedeng maging doktor ng lahat. (Pwede siguro ang general doctor, pero, uhh?) Kailangan mong magpakadalubhasa sa isang field para mas marami kang alam. Hindi pwedeng jack of all trades, tapos master of none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nakilala akong isang kaibigan na mayroong sakit sa puso, mayroon siya stenotic valve. Sabi niya hindi naman daw ganoong kadelikado, pero iba ang pakiramdam kapag nalalaman mong sinusugod siya sa ospital. Iba ang pakiramdam pag kinakausap mo ang kapatid niyang umiiyak. Iba ang pakiramdam kapag nalaman mong umuubo na siya ng dugo. Iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nagtanong sa akin, bakit mo ba gustong maging cardiologist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mali ang pananaw ng ibang tao sa pagkagusto kong maging isang doktor sa puso. Ang sabi nila, gusto ko lang daw dahil sa kaibigan ko. Hindi ko raw ba naisip na paggraduate ko malamang magaling na siya at hindi na ako kailangan? Hindi ko raw ba naisip na hindi habang buhay ay kami?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ex-boyfriend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mali ang nakikita nila. Hindi ako tanga para isiping ako mismo ang gagamot sa kanya. Gusto kong maging isang cardiologist hindi dahil sa malasakit ko sa taong iyon. Gusto kong maging isang doktor sa puso dahil naramdaman ko ang sakit na nararamdaman ng mga taong may mahal sa buhay na may sakit sa puso. Gusto ko sa hinaharap, makatulong ako sa iba. Alisin ang takot sa mga utak nila. Alisin ang bigat ng nararamdaman nila. O kaya, magkaroon ng pribilehiyong magdagdag ng taon, buwan, o kahit man lang oras sa buhay ng isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, bakit wala na sa wishlist ko ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang hindi ko alam. Parang naisip ko lang na hindi ko muna dapat isentro ang buhay ko sa goal na yun. Maraming pwedeng mangyari. Maraming pwedeng gawin. Maraming paraan para ikaw ay makatulong, hindi lang sa paraan ng paggamot sa isang taong may sakit sa puso. Hindi ko sinasabing ayaw ko nang mag-aral ng medisina, kung marami lang talaga kaming pera, sige bakit hindi? Pero masarap din kasing huminto at mag-isip kahit papaano. Malawak ang mundo. Maraming bagay na pwedeng gawin sa buhay mo. Maraming "what if's". Pero hindi mawawala sa puso ko ang pangarap kong 'to. Kung baga, ipangsasantabi ko muna. Bago ako gumraduate ng Nursing, malamang alam ko na ang gagawin ko at malamang malinaw na sa akin ang field kung saan mas makakatulong ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baka daw kasi mag-conservatory si Marizen, yun yun. LOL.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6950394000570562633?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6950394000570562633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6950394000570562633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6950394000570562633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6950394000570562633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/06/cardiology.html' title='cardiology'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1480874952431955587</id><published>2009-06-03T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:57:03.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unang taon</title><content type='html'>Ang bilis ng oras, akalain niyo isang taon na 'tong blog na 'to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ko lang napansin dahil medyo abala ako nitong mga nakaraang araw. Maliban sa panonood ng mga gagambang nagsesex sa National Geographic Channel, nag-ayos din ako ng sangkaterbang music files sa computer. Inayos ko lahat ng album arts, artists, albums, compo-- oo yan yung mga yan. Nagdesisyon na rin akong iwan ang yahoo account ko na nagsisimula sa b. Mahirap para sa akin, dahil maglilimang taon ko na rin siyang ginagamit. Masyado yata akong naging attached sa yahoo id ko na yun. Sentimental akong tao kaya nahihirapan akong iwan ang mga bagay na naging importante sa akin. Kaya, kasama na rin sa pagiging abala ko ang pagbabasa ng mga dating messages sa YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung isa kayo sa mga masugid kong mambabasa, mapapansin niyong tatlong entries ang binura ko nitong linggo. Isang bentilasyon sa umaapaw na fangirlism sa dalawang singers na obviously walang kinalaman sa isa't isa, isang tungkol sa kasal ni Juday, at isang pusong kulay berdeng tanga. Bakit ko sinasabi sa inyo 'to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1480874952431955587?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1480874952431955587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1480874952431955587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1480874952431955587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1480874952431955587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/06/unang-taon.html' title='unang taon'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1285388991926750626</id><published>2009-05-29T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:31:10.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is 82% perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;[x] You know someone that cares about you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a boyfriend/girlfriend/fiancee/husband/wife.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have your own room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have an iPod/mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are still together.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have more than two best friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] There is a swimming pool in your backyard.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You live in a house/apartment.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have received a Valentine's Day card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You dress how you want to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hang out with friends more than once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[x] There is a computer/laptop in your room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have never been beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never cry more than twice a month.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are allowed to listen to the music you want to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your room is big enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] People don't use you for something you have.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You laugh more than twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have over 100 friends on Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have pictures on Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have more than 200 comments on Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get allowance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People don't make fun of you to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You look forward to going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't wish you were someone else.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play a sport.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do something after school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You shower/bath daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You usually don't fight with your parent(s).&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're healthy.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've never had a cavity.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are happy with your appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You aren't self-conscious at all.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never gotten a failing grade in your life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have many inside jokes with friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know your parents care and love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what is going on in the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You care about many people.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are fully happy with your life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You usually aren't sick.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know more than one language.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a pet.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know the words to more than five songs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't have any enemies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are happy you're living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply the number by 2 and post it as My life is __% perfect.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Paano nasasabi ng pagkakaroon ng sariling sasakyan ang kasiyahan mo sa buhay? Paano nakakatulong ang pagkakaroon ng swimming pool sa pagiging isang kumpletong tao? Paano nila nasabing kasing-halaga ng pagkakaroon ng 100+ friends sa Friendster ang pagkakaroon ng dalawang malalapit na kaibigan? Paano magiging pantay ang pagkakaroon ng pictures mo sa Friendster sa pagkakaroon ng buong pamilya? Kasing-importante ba ng pagkakaroon mo ng 200+ comments ang relasyon mo sa iyong magulang? Sa tingin mo ba magiging perpekto ang iyong buhay kung wala kang kaaway? At ano ang koneksyon ng pagkakaroon mo ng screen name sa kaligayahan mo sa mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng [ ] ko dyan ay may "x," pero para sa akin, isang daang porsyentong perpekto ang buhay ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1285388991926750626?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1285388991926750626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1285388991926750626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1285388991926750626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1285388991926750626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-is-82-perfect.html' title='my life is 82% perfect.'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-986300445012637651</id><published>2009-05-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:59:10.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mypersonality.info</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://neziram.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/15/150988.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neziram.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/15/150989.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an introvert. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-986300445012637651?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/986300445012637651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=986300445012637651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/986300445012637651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/986300445012637651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/mypersonalityinfo.html' title='mypersonality.info'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-4570093515351683593</id><published>2009-05-21T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:06:23.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commercials</title><content type='html'>Napanood niyo na yung magandang girl na may nahulog na 5-peso coin tapos nung pupulutin niya may pumulot ding isang lalaki? Syempre may sandaling landian moment, kaunting fireworks at sparks, pero pagkahawi ni girl sa buhok niya, may isang malaking pimple na nakita si lalaki. Nawala ba naman bigla ang "love at first sight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nung gumamit si babae ng product na ine-endorse, ayon kuminis na siya. Wala na siyang pimples tapos sinadya niyang maghulog ng 5-peso coin ulit at sandamukal na lalaki na ang pumulot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareho rin to nung sa commercial ni Angel Locsin. Natanggal yung pearls sa kwintas niya at dahil maganda siya maraming lalaki ang nagkandarapang pumulot ng nagkalat na puting mga bilog sa sahig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maliban sa pagbibigay ng sobrang emphasis sa kagandahan ng panlabas na anyo ng isang tao para lang matanggap ng lipunan at maling body mechanics ng mga lalaking pumupulot ng mga bagay-bagay sa sahig, wala na akong iba pang ikinasasama ng loob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-4570093515351683593?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/4570093515351683593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=4570093515351683593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4570093515351683593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4570093515351683593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/commercials.html' title='commercials'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8218778817300158766</id><published>2009-05-21T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:56:21.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Pag ang baka sinabawan mo at chicken cubes nilagay mo, ano mangingibabaw, kasamaan o kabutihan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di ko alam pero natawa talaga ako nung nabasa ko to. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8218778817300158766?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8218778817300158766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8218778817300158766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8218778817300158766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8218778817300158766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-unquote.html' title='quote unquote'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8116973203276019660</id><published>2009-05-09T10:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:22:10.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang mamataaay ng daaahil.. sayooooooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>Alam kong late na naman itong post na ito dahil ang pinag-uusapang laban nila Pacquaio at Hatton ay natapos na nung isang linggo pa. Hindi ako magsasalita tungkol sa pagkakapahiya ni Hatton sa ring, ayos na sa akin ang i-announce nila ng coach niya na may strategy sila against Pacquaio na siguradong ikagugulat ng ating pambansang kamao. Kita mo naman, round 2 pa lang hindi na siya makatayo. Aral: wag magsalita ng tapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gusto ko lang pagtuunan ng pansin ay ang &lt;b&gt;Republic Act 8491, Section 37&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The rendition of the National Anthem, whether played or sung, shall be in accordance with the musical arrangement and composition of Julian Felipe."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa ako sa mga hindi sumasang-ayon sa paraan ng pag-awit ni Martin Nievera ng Lupang Hinirang sa huling laban ni Pacquiao noong huling linggo. Kahit ang isang elementary student hindi mahihirapang sabihin kung ano ang mali sa pagkakakanta ni Martin Nievera. Mabagal ang pagkakakanta sa unang stanza, nagkaroon ng mahabang pause bago ang ikalawang stanza, tapos biglang bumilis ang beat sa mga sumunod na linya (na palagay ko ay iyon ang tama, sana pinagpatuloy niya) at biglang bumanat sa last part a la Star Spangled Banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin's side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Well, it’s gonna be hard for me to apologize for something that I am not sorry for. I did not ask to do the anthem. Manny Pacquiao himself asked me to sing the national anthem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was my honor to be blessed with this awesome responsibility and I have no one to apologize to because Manny asked me to sing this song. Obviously, he wants me to sing it the way I would sing it. I didn’t change any of the notes. I did not make it R&amp;amp;B.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay oo nga no, hindi ko naisip yun. Si Pacquiao nga pala yung nag-ask sa kanya na umawit ng ating national anthem kaya wala daw siyang kasalanan at wala siyang dapat ipag-apologize. Si Pacquiao na kasi ang nagbibigay ng karapatan sa mga kumakanta sa mga laban niya na kantahin ang Lupang Hinirang sa kahit anong paraan na gusto nila. Ay saka oo nga! Nagkamali lang siguro ako ng rinig sa pagkanta ni Martin Nievera sa huling part kasi sabi niya wala daw siyang binago sa tono e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#@!*%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinayuhan siya ni Ryan Cayabyab na "Martin, papatayin ka ng tao. Huwag mong papalitan yung huling part kasi delikado ka." Hindi siya nakinig, kaya nasaan siya ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami rin namang natuwa sa bagong "version" ng Lupang Hinirang ni Martin Nievera. "Artistic" daw. Pero naisip niyo ba na ito ang isa sa mga kantang wala tayong kalayaang bigyan ng pansarili nating kahulugan? Iba ang "maganda" sa "tama" at "dapat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nilabag na batas. Dapat daw kasuhan pero hindi daw siya maaaring kasuhan sa dahilan na wala naman siya sa Pilipinas nang ginawa niya ang "krimen" na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero teka nga lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko sinasabing kasuhan at ikulong si Martin Nievera, ang akin lang, sa mga international events na tulad nito, dito tayo nagkakaroon ng pagkakataong maging proud bilang isang Filipino at kaakibat niyan ang malaking responsibilidad ng pagre-represent sa bansang Pilipinas ng tama. Walang kailangang kasuhan. Walang move mula sa mga pulitikong gustong pumapel ang dapat asahan. Ang gusto ko lang mag-apologize man lang si Martin Nievera. Mas masakit yata sa ulo kung dyan itutuon ng mga pulitiko ang atensyon nila sa halip na mag-concentrate na lang sila sa kung paano nila maiaangat ang Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I cannot apologize for the way I sang it because no one told me the rules nor the laws in years past. Didn't hear about any of these so-called laws when the others before me sang their versions. I didn't get the memo. I will not apologize for giving my all just to sing that song in front of the world. But I do apologize ONLY to the people afraid of progress and change, of course to the lawmakers and to who ever else took offense to my interpretation of probably the most beautiful song I have ever come across. And to everyone else, God bless your open mind and open heart."&lt;/i&gt; - Martin Nievera, PEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana natuto man lang siya sa mga pagkakamali ng mga umawit ng Lupang Hinirang sa mga laban ni Pacquiao noon. Hindi niya maaaring sabihin na hindi niya alam ang batas at hindi niya alam na mali ang ginawa niya. May TV naman siguro sila. Napanood naman siguro niya ang mga komento ng ibang tao tungkol sa maling pag-awit ng ibang singers na nauna sa kanya. Hindi ako takot sa pag-unlad at pagbabago. Labas sa pag-unlad at pagbabago ang pag-iiba ng ating pambansang awit batay sa sariling interpretasyon. Teka, paano nga pala mapapaunlad ang Pilipinas sa simpleng pagbago ng paraan ng pag-awit ng Lupang Hinirang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;Kung gusto mo ng pag-unlad at pagbabago, pigilan mo na lang sumali sa pulitika si Pacman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8116973203276019660?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8116973203276019660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8116973203276019660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8116973203276019660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8116973203276019660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/ang-mamataaay-ng-daaahil.html' title='ang mamataaay ng daaahil.. sayooooooooooooo!'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2958594403847501797</id><published>2009-05-09T10:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:06:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can no longer get away with having wishy-washy feelings: make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You can no longer get away with having wishy-washy feelings about someone today -- you have to pick a side and proclaim either your loyalty or your opposition to what they are trying to do. Do not make a dramatic announcement to get your point across, just state your decision and carry on. There is no need to add drama to a situation that may already be a little tense. You can't try so hard to save someone's feelings anymore -- it is getting you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute you Friendster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2958594403847501797?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2958594403847501797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2958594403847501797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2958594403847501797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2958594403847501797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8429534370229771382</id><published>2009-05-09T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:08:53.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>folk dance pictures from isa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-08/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pictures from the practice and PE finals&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Click each picture to see the captions. Too tired to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are from &lt;a href="http://edipolovesfrappe.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Edisa dela Fuente&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8429534370229771382?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8429534370229771382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8429534370229771382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8429534370229771382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8429534370229771382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/folk-dance-pictures-from-isa.html' title='folk dance pictures from isa'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1559486778719531200</id><published>2009-05-02T19:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:24:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pagbigyan ang bata, minsan lang magkaganito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that all of my pens refuse to fulfill their main purpose here on Earth, I was obliged by my own self to buy new ones. So I dragged my lazy self to Vetaf's Superstore (lol), and to let you know the relevance of this senseless rant to the sentence italicized above this paragraph, well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;we went to see each other&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at bookends (hahaha, don't ask) when I felt &lt;s&gt;something&lt;/s&gt; someone moved behind me. And yeees there he was, the person I haven't seen for almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fast forward]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of goodies back in Manila so I have to go to the grocery store and buy myself more food (hahaha). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;We went grocery shopping together haha.&lt;/span&gt; He carried the basket and it was so fun having a "walking pushcart" around following me wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;So bale, obligasyon na niyang samahan ako tuwing mag-go-grocery ako para may tagadala ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kidding, of course. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1559486778719531200?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1559486778719531200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1559486778719531200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1559486778719531200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1559486778719531200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/truffle.html' title='truffle'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-934715497476263126</id><published>2009-05-02T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:14:19.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after ng prelims</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt;: Hindi naman ako takot sa dugo e. Ayoko lang ng tinutusukan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marizen&lt;/span&gt;: Oo ako din, ayoko lang talaga ng nasasaktan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt;: Ay. Ayii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-934715497476263126?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/934715497476263126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=934715497476263126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/934715497476263126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/934715497476263126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-ng-prelims.html' title='after ng prelims'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6845113417772754178</id><published>2009-05-02T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:12:23.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dr. sigua</title><content type='html'>"Minsan kasi, doctors tend to treat patients as "diseases" to be cured. Pag okay na, next case na sila. Nurses, on the other hand, see the patient as a whole person."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6845113417772754178?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6845113417772754178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6845113417772754178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6845113417772754178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6845113417772754178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/dr-sigua.html' title='dr. sigua'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-5192204138111091696</id><published>2009-05-02T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:59:14.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke time</title><content type='html'>"Sa akin ka nga nakakapit ng mahigpit, sa kanya ka naman laging nakatingin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mouse, nagseselos sa monitor.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6422164522022644034</id><published>2009-05-02T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:43:59.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isyu</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Siya&lt;/strong&gt;: parang ang dami ko pang dapat gawin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako&lt;/strong&gt;: maraming dapat gawin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako&lt;/strong&gt;: san?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siya&lt;/strong&gt;: hindi ko pa alam. may nagsasabi sakin na wag akong makuntento pero wag din maging sakim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siya&lt;/strong&gt;: eto yung mismong salita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siya&lt;/strong&gt;: "meron pa eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako&lt;/strong&gt;: sabagay tama. pero may mga point talaga na dapat makuntento ka. haha. alam mo kasi tungkol sa pagkakuntento yung binoblog ko ngayon e. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siya&lt;/strong&gt;: parang eto yung sumipa sakin sa upuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siya&lt;/strong&gt;: "makokontento ka bang nakikinig lang tuwing Linggo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siya&lt;/strong&gt;: "na may nakikita kang mali sa mundo.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6422164522022644034?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6422164522022644034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6422164522022644034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6422164522022644034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6422164522022644034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/isyu-sa-pagiging-kuntento.html' title='isyu'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-4632473699652217710</id><published>2009-05-01T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:54:04.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tinapay</title><content type='html'>Ang heredity at ang environment ang dalawang factors na nakakaapekto sa growth at development ng tao. Sa dalawang iyan, naniniwala akong mas malaki ang impluwensya ng kapaligiran sa pag-mature ng tao. Oo nga, kung maganda at gwapo ang mga magulang mo, malamang maganda o gwapo ka rin paglaki mo. Hindi iyan ang ibig kong sabihin. Ang point ko dito, kung tamad ang mga magulang mo, hindi ibig sabihin noon ay lalaki ka ring tamad. Kung matagumpay ang mga magulang mo sa buhay, hindi ibig sabihin noon ay magiging matagumpay ka rin sa hinaharap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat tayo ay mga tinapay. Iisang harina lang ang ating pinagmulan. Parepareho tayo ng ingredients. Yun nga lang, nagkaiba tayo sa mga oven kung saan tayo niluto. May lumalabas ng hilaw, may lumalabas ng malambot, may lumalabas ng sunog, may lumalabas ng masarap at tama lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gusto ko ang naging oven ko. Hindi ako nahilaw, hindi ako nasunog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapasalamat ako at hindi ako nilugmok sa pinakaibaba para kahit papaano ay matuto akong magpasalamat, pero higit na nagpapasalamat ako dahil hindi ako ginawang malaki at mataas para makatapak ng iba at kalimutang magpasalamat sa taas at sa mga taong nasa likod ng pag-angat ko. Nagpapasalamat ako na sa kahit anong kagaguhan ang gawin ko sa buhay ko, may mga pumipili pa ring manatili sa tabi ko. Nagpapasalamat ako dahil may mga matatawag akong mga tunay na kaibigan na hindi ako iiwan sa kahit anong krisis na dumaan, na hindi ako pagsasalitaan ng masama sa iba, na may buong pagtitiwala sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda ang pananaw ko sa aking sarili at sa aking maigsing buhay sa mundong ito. Lubos ang pasasalamat ko sa mga palo ni itay at mga sampal ni inay. Tinuruan nila akong ngitian ang mga problema at pigilan ang umiyak kung hindi naman nararapat. Lumaki akong isang sensitibo at responsableng nilalang. Sensitibo sa sense na hindi madaling masaktan, ngunit mabilis maramdaman ang nararamdaman ng iba. Tinuruan ako ng mga tao kung paano makaramdam kung nakakasakit na ba ako o ano. Nagpapasalamat ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuntento ako sa sarili ko at sa mga kaya kong gawin. Alam ko ang mga kahinaan ko at hindi ko pinipilit ang mga ito na ibagsak ako. Maraming backstabs at pangungutya na akong natanggap, pero sabi nga ng isang kaibigan, hindi mo makokontrol kung ano ang lumalabas sa mga bibig nila, pero makokontrol mo ang sarili mo kung magpapaapekto ka sa mga sinasabi nila. Para sa akin, kuntento na ako sa kung ano man ang kaya ko, ang importante ay wala akong natatapakang iba sa proseso ng paglaki ko. Alam kong mali ang humatak sa ibang pababa, gawing katatawanan ang pisikal nilang anyo o kaya naman ang kanilang kahinaan sa isang skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasasaktan ako at umiiyak, pero hangga't maaari ay ayokong mag-alala ang ibang tao para sa akin. Nagpapasalamat ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuntento ako sa simpleng pagkanta ko sa banyo habang naliligo. Hindi ko kailangan ng entablado, manonood, medalya, paghanga, kasikatan, kayamanan, pangalan. Kuntento na ako ng simpleng pagsusulat ng mga tula sa aking lumang kwaderno. Kuntento na ako sa simpleng tunog ng luma kong keyboard. Kuntento na ako sa sarili ko at sa kung ano ang kaya kong gawin. Hindi ko na rin kinakailangang magpaganda para lang tanggapin ng ibang tao. Kuntento ako sa kung ano ako at sa mga taong malalapit sa buhay ko at mga minamahal ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang importante ay kung paano natin gagawing makabuluhan ang buhay natin, ang hindi isara ang mga isipan natin sa opinyon ng iba, kung paano makadama ng nararamdaman ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalaga rin sa akin na matuto kung paano magmahal bilang isang anak, kapatid, kaibigan, kaklase, kakilala, kabatch, kasambahay, maging bilang isang estranghero. Kung paano maligo sa ulan, lumusong sa baha, maglaro sa putikan, maglaba, magluto, magsaing, mamalantsa, magpintura, maghugas ng pinagkainan, magtupi, magtipid, magsinop, maging responsable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat sa naghubog at nagluto sa isang hilaw na Marizen Obdin-Legaspi, isang tinapay na hindi nilagyan ng lebadura. Hindi malaki, hindi maalsa, at yung tama lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-4632473699652217710?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/4632473699652217710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=4632473699652217710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4632473699652217710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4632473699652217710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/tinapay.html' title='tinapay'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8782320732073806727</id><published>2009-05-01T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:57:49.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang bata</title><content type='html'>Ang bata ay isang nakakatuwang nilalang. Marami silang tanong tungkol sa kung anu-anong bagay na pumasok sa kanilang isipan. Sila ay nasa "curiosity stage." Madalas silang hyper at walang kapaguran sa pangungulit. Kadalasan may pagka-egocentric sila at naniniwalang sa kanila lang umiikot ang mundo. Active ang kanilang imahinasyon. Naniniwala silang "may buhay" ang mga bagay tulad ng kanilang mga manyika at kanilang mga robot. Sila ay may limited sense of time at umiikot sa paglalaro at kasiyahan ang nasa isip. Walang lugar sa kanilang mumunting mga isipan ang mga problema ng mga nakatatanda. Kadalasan ay wala silang pakialam sa nararamdaman ng mga kalaro nila, kung nakakasakit ba sila ng damdamin o ano. At dahil bago pa lamang sila sa mundong ibabaw, bawat matutunan nila ay nais nilang ipakita sa iba. In short, mahilig nilang ipagyabang ang mga bago nilang natutunan. Mahilig sila sa mga papuri at mga rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino sa inyo ang hindi pa lumalaki?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8782320732073806727?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8782320732073806727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8782320732073806727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8782320732073806727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8782320732073806727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/ang-bata.html' title='ang bata'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-4946503056733744065</id><published>2009-05-01T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:25:23.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s.h.e. class</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ma'am Borbo&lt;/strong&gt;: The heart of all learning lies in the way we process experience, in particular, our critical reflection of experience. Halimbawa, may isang bata na napaso sa stove. Dahil nalaman niyang mapapaso siya kapag hinawakan niya iyon, hindi na niya uli ito hahawakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt; *thinks*: &lt;i&gt;Hmm. Eh bakit may mga taong umiibig tapos nasasaktan, pero naiinlab uli?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toingk toingk toingk tooooooingk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-4946503056733744065?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/4946503056733744065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=4946503056733744065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4946503056733744065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4946503056733744065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-class.html' title='s.h.e. class'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-3638830806341814732</id><published>2009-05-01T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:19:46.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isa ka sa mga..</title><content type='html'>Isa ka sa mga nursing students na nag-susummer classes ngayon kung alam mo ang hiwaga sa likod ng pagsabi ng "ninety-nine" na may kakaibang accent. Go, say it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ninety-nine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-3638830806341814732?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/3638830806341814732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=3638830806341814732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3638830806341814732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3638830806341814732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/isa-ka-sa-mga.html' title='isa ka sa mga..'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8269973923525593802</id><published>2009-05-01T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:59:42.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>1. Syempre ang highlight ng summer classes ay yung ultimate baha noong April 22. Hindi ko alam kung totoo &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/ust.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pero kung totoo to, wow. &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/ust5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mo naman makikita kung paano dumiskarte ang mga tomasino pagdating ng mga ganitong panahon, at para malaman mo ang kalagayan ng daan sa paligid ng UST, tingnan mo naman &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/ust4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Kahit sa &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/ust1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;harap ng ospital&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walang pag-asang makadaan. (Ang mga pictures ay galing kay &lt;a href="http://kattisalvosa.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katti Salvosa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks Katti!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Para mapatunayan na ang talagang ibig sabihin ng UST ay Unibersidad Sa Tubig, narito pa ang ilang pictures na ako naman ang kumuha: Kinuhanan ko 'to sa &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Eto naman yung &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;baha sa PT side ng Med Building&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; naman ang kalagayan ng labas ng Med Building. Parang lawa di ba? Haha. At ang huli, ang kalagayan ng &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dapitan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kung saan ako nakatira. Hi manong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tama na ang usapang baha. Pag-usapan natin ang nabasag kong &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;bote ng ketchup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; noong huling linggo, mga 12:05AM. Oo, hatinggabi nakabasag ako ng bote ng ketchup. Nagtataka ako kung bakit natatawa pa ako sa sarili ko nun habang naglilinis ng kulay-dugong kasalaulaan sa kwarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pagkasarapsarap sa UST pag summer. Pano kasi, &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;walang masyadong tao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dahil sa Miyerkules na ang finals namin para sa PE, napag-usapan naming magkakagrupo na mag-ensayo kanina sa &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quadricentennial Square&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Di ba ang sarap, walang tao. Oo as in &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;walang tao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, sa sobrang kasiyahan nagcartwheel ako at nagpupulot ng mga bulaklak sa daan. &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; naman ay isang random picture na aking kinunan dahil &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;hindi kami nagpa-practice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at napapasarap ang aming &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;pagtambay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sa "quadri." At dahil tamad akong bata, &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;humiga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;humiga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lang ako sa tabi-tabi. Marami pa kaming pictures dyan, hinihintay ko lang na i-upload ng aking kaklase na si Edisa. Ipopost ko kaagad dito kapag nakuha ko. Oo, kunwari na lang may pakialam ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bahala na kayo kung paano niyo iiinterpret ang &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-05-01/_picture_014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;pag-aaral ko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; para sa prelims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8269973923525593802?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8269973923525593802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8269973923525593802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8269973923525593802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8269973923525593802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-4181514299550197512</id><published>2009-05-01T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:01:35.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer classes</title><content type='html'>Tapos na ang isang grading period ng kauna-unahang summer class ko sa UST. Hindi ko alam kung san ako magsisimulang magkwento. Basta ang alam ko lang eto ang may kasalanan kung bakit ngayon lang uli ako nakapagpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ginawa nang alphabetical ang pagse-section, napunta na ako sa section 6, at nagkahiwa-hiwalay na ang I-1. Araw-araw ang PE at hindi masarap yun kung Folk Dance ang nakuha mong PE dahil naubusan ka na ng slots sa iba at wala ka nang ibang choice. Pero minamahal ko na ang Folk Dance ngayon, kasi sa Miyerkules na yung last day. Hehe. 7am to 5pm ang pasok ko araw-araw. Nakakapagod pero kaya ko naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago ang mga kaklase ko. Pito lang kami na galing sa I-1. Dahil bago ang mga kaklase, bago rin ang mga ka-RLE. Okay naman kaming magkakagrupo. Medyo close na rin kahit papaano. Kaya lang magkakaroon ng kaunting adjustments next sem kaya may matatanggal sa amin at may madadagdag na iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon rin nga pala ng matinding baha noong hapon ng April 22, 2009. Pumasok ang tubig sa PT side ng Medicine Building. Dumaan kami sa ospital at naglakad ako papuntang Dapitan gate. Sumakay ng tricycle nang nakatungtong sa upuan. Nakarating naman ako ng ligtas. Iyon na ang pinakamatinding bahang naranasan ko sa UST. Excited na ako para sa mas malalim pa, yung tipong hindi na ako makakaalis ng campus at mapipilitang mag-overnight doon. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito na lang muna. Mag-uupload na rin ako ng pictures mamaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-4181514299550197512?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/4181514299550197512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=4181514299550197512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4181514299550197512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4181514299550197512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-classes.html' title='summer classes'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-3058301985605959316</id><published>2009-04-06T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:20:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RLE</title><content type='html'>Grabbed from &lt;a href="http://rjnaguit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RJ Naguit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a rundown of prices of required uniforms (made-to-order from Aling Ising's Uniform Center) for second year RLE (Related Learning Experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set A (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4450 Php&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;- 2 CHN Uniforms&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Aprons&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Scrub Suits with Bonnets&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Smock Gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set B (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5750 Php&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;- Set A&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Base Uniforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set A (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2950 Php&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;- 2 White Pants&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Scrub Suits with Bonnets&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Smock Gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set B (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3950 Php&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;- Set A&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Polo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details you could contact Aling Ising's Uniform Center or you could drop by their shop at Carola Street, Sampaloc, Manila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-3058301985605959316?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/3058301985605959316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=3058301985605959316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3058301985605959316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3058301985605959316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/04/rle.html' title='RLE'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7461518153398811625</id><published>2009-04-02T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:05:58.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ust: yes marizen you do</title><content type='html'>The results of the cutoff were released yesterday, and yes, &lt;b&gt;I passed&lt;/b&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and I left at around 6 in the morning and arrived in Manila before 9am. After dropping some of my things off in room 515, we headed to Lacson St. to sign the contract for the new dorm. I was about to go to UST before having my lunch to check the results when my classmate, Julius, texted me saying that the results aren't posted yet. Had lunch at Jollibee. Said bye-bye to my father then went back to room 515. Cleaned. Charged my phone. Lalala. Around 12pm (when I couldn't take it anymore), I decided to go check if the results are already out. Upon arriving at the med building, I saw "ngarag" people all over the place. I saw my classmates looking like -.- because some of them have been waiting for already hours. Some of the people there claimed pa that they were already waiting by 6am. Talk about being excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted 4 freaking hours sitting by the catwalk. My classmates were so "ngarag" they started talking about the guys who were mixing cement (the road at the side of the med building was being fixed that time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinz: Bubunutin na lang daw diyan yung mga pangalan ng mga papasa ng second year&lt;br /&gt;Jek: Ayan na ayan na!&lt;br /&gt;Vinz: Tantananan, Dollete daw Dollete!&lt;br /&gt;Jek: O, waitlisted naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I didn't get that much bored because Vinz was sitting next to me and he kept on saying funny random things, like the dean's on her way (swimming!) to UST from Boracay pa. Jessica and Katti killed time by dancing, Jeselle and the others took pictures, Jek and Vinz were moving like they were being electrocuted everytime the semento guys turn on the jackhammer. We were starting to get pissed off when some guy told us that the results are being printed na. Take note: by 4pm. I was waiting for like 4 hours already (others 10)! The results were eventually posted by 4:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside the med building to finally see the results. But. WOAH. &lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-04-02/_picture_002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The bulletin board&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, if given the ability to think, would have thought that he was Dingdong Dantes because people kept on pushing each other just to get near him. I mean, literally PUSHING EACH OTHER. I made my way through the thick crowd (yes, by pushing, haha!) and saw LEGASPI, MARIZEN O. printed clearly on the 4th page. I fought my way out (lol, fought daw) because it was like the mini version of the Wowowee stampede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking the results (and after fixing my shirt and my hair), we confirmed our enrolments and were given the list of the required items for June. Got on the bus by around 6pm and arrived safely at home by 9pm. Checked my grades online and was surprised by my 2.25 in Biochemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino: 1.75&lt;br /&gt;English: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy and Physiology: 2.0&lt;br /&gt;Biohemistry: 2.25&lt;br /&gt;NCM: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Theology: 2.0&lt;br /&gt;PE (Korfball) 1.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I got a flat uno in PE. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average is 1.85, too bad I'm not part of the dean's list anymore. But who cares?! The important thing is that I passed AND GOT A 2.25 IN CHEMISTRY THAT I WAS EXPECTING TO BE A 2.75! (Hahahaha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that most of my classmates passed. Congratulations to all of us. I also want to extend my congratulations to my fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://rjnaguit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RJ Naguit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (you can read his post about yesterday &lt;a href="http://rjnaguit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-survived.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.), and to all the lucky UST Nursing students who I'll be seeing this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay summer classes, I'm ready. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7461518153398811625?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7461518153398811625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7461518153398811625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7461518153398811625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7461518153398811625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/04/ust-yes-marizen-you-do.html' title='ust: yes marizen you do'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6581111975951695279</id><published>2009-03-31T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:28:23.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>judgment day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Julius: May kailangan bang dalhin for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Marizen: ID siguro, meron pa bang iba?&lt;br /&gt;Julius: Panyo daw sabi ni Jnyv, para pag umiyak alam na.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tomorrow is JUDGMENT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marizen, do you deserve another year of stay in UST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want an answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See posters and print ads for details. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6581111975951695279?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6581111975951695279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6581111975951695279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6581111975951695279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6581111975951695279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/judgment-day.html' title='judgment day'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2492845654339338280</id><published>2009-03-27T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:34:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's payback time</title><content type='html'>7:30 am, kanina. Legaspi residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita: O, bakit ang aga mong nagising? Anong oras kang natulog kagabi?&lt;br /&gt;Marizen: 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sleepless semester = semi-summer ultra rest. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2492845654339338280?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2492845654339338280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2492845654339338280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2492845654339338280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2492845654339338280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-payback-time.html' title='it&apos;s payback time'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7327511361842030140</id><published>2009-03-25T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:53:30.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pisces</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Because you exist on a high spiritual plane, finding a compatible mate can be challenging. It is necessary, though, because your feelings are so deep and intense that it would be unthinkable for you to exist without it. Not only that, but the right mate can also provide the pragmatic strength and common sense that you so desperately need to help organize your life, since you spend all of your time creating and experiencing the gamut of your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ideal mate is your zodiacal opposite, &lt;strong&gt;Virgo&lt;/strong&gt;, as long as it's a Virgo &lt;em&gt;who is aspected to a more sensitive degree&lt;/em&gt;—i.e., one that understands your depth of feeling and appreciates your creative world. In return, you get a devoted &lt;u&gt;care-giver&lt;/u&gt;, a smart, sensible bill-payer, and hopefully, one that can &lt;u&gt;inspire&lt;/u&gt; you to success with his or her ideals, as opposed to tearing you down with harsh criticism. If you're selective, it will work wonderfully. Your secondary partnerships are with your water-sign relatives, Cancer and &lt;s&gt;Scorpio&lt;/s&gt;. The former will understand your deep emotional nature, and support you with his or her strength—that outer shell. The latter will attract you immediately, and vice-versa, but has a strong chance of wandering off later.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://www.astrologyweekly.com/sun-signs/pisces-love-relationships.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.astrologyweekly.com/sun-signs/pisces-love-relationships.php&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7327511361842030140?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7327511361842030140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7327511361842030140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7327511361842030140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7327511361842030140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/pisces.html' title='pisces'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1382930980800261354</id><published>2009-03-23T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:38:59.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures + stories</title><content type='html'>Added new pictures. &lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-22/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clickity click&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the captions tell the story (click the pictures to see the captions). Album includes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Something funny written on the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;2. Marionne and I doodling crazy stuffs about nursing.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jollibee and the lanyards.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaning Mikhail and Jephte's room.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Windows Bintana thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Me missing Chemitry experiments.&lt;br /&gt;7. I-1 class pictures from &lt;a href="http://kattisalvosa.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katti Salvosa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8. Last picture. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1382930980800261354?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1382930980800261354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1382930980800261354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1382930980800261354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1382930980800261354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-stories.html' title='pictures + stories'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7916294261848122097</id><published>2009-03-23T22:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:38:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>public admission</title><content type='html'>Deleted this post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you &lt;em&gt;tuts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(October 29, 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7916294261848122097?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7916294261848122097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7916294261848122097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7916294261848122097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7916294261848122097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/public-admission.html' title='public admission'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-3160611900910941278</id><published>2009-03-22T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:17:30.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>microsoft bintana</title><content type='html'>Got this from my classmate Marionne, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-22/Microsoft_Bintana.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-3160611900910941278?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/3160611900910941278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=3160611900910941278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3160611900910941278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3160611900910941278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/microsoft-bintana.html' title='microsoft bintana'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-22/th_Microsoft_Bintana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-5159210784025073248</id><published>2009-03-13T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:47:55.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuldok tuldok</title><content type='html'>Updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Binati ako ni &lt;a href="http://rjnaguit.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RJ Naguit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ng belated happy birthday. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Sa tingin ko bagsak ako sa test tungkol sa proteins at enzymes kanina sa Chem.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Nasa computer shop ako ng pacific.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Naka-uniform pa ako ng nursing, may ID pa.&lt;br /&gt;5.) May katabi akong nag-dodota na naka-uniform pa din at may dalang t-square.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Iniwan ko ang cellphone ko sa kwarto.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Hindi pa ako naglalaba.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Hindi ko pa inaayos ang ipapa-laundry ko.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Nasa labas ang singkit.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Inaantok na ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-5159210784025073248?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/5159210784025073248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=5159210784025073248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5159210784025073248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5159210784025073248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuldok-tuldok.html' title='tuldok tuldok'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-3257940827704049843</id><published>2009-03-08T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:07:30.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marilea's seventh birthday serious post</title><content type='html'>Ang magarbong kaarawan ng aking kapatid ay idinaos sa Crown Royale Hotel, Balanga City, mga bandang alas-kwatro dahil alas-tres ang nakasulat sa imbitasyon. Pinasimulan ng clown yung party habang naghihintay ng mga bisitang late ang relo. Natuwa ako sa iba niyang jokes, dati takot ako sa clown, ngayon natutuwa ako. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre grand entrance yung pamilya ko at ako yung opening prayer. Pagkatapos ng prayer, nagpalaro yung clown, nag-magic, etc. Binasa ko na rin yung biography ni Lea na ako rin yung gumawa. Medyo conscious kasi first time kong magd-dress sa harap ng angkan ng Obdin at ng Legaspi. Pagkatapos nun sinimulan na ang seven balloons. Isa-isang pumunta ang mga kaibigan ng kapatid ko sa harapan na may hawak na mga lobo + birthday wishes. Pinalipad nila ang balloons sa sky after. (I sound so konyo no, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumunod ang seven roses. Aba, kinilig ako dito ha. Crush ko yung isa sa mga lalaki, este mga kaklase ng kapatid ko. Boto ako dun! XD Pagkatapos naman nun, yung seven symbolic gifts. Pag nandoon ka aakalain mong ref, tv, electric fan yung regalo nila para sa kapatid ko. Mga malalaking stuffed toys lang pala na mas malaki pa sakin. At dahil crush yata ako ng clown, pinagdidiskitahan niya ako at sinasabi na naiinggit daw ako, oo yata naiinggit ako. Hahahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumunod, seven wishes. (Sige Marizen type pa, parang wala kang quiz sa Anatomy Physiology lab bukas ah.) Kasama na kami nila mama dun. At dahil epal ang clown, pinakanta niya ang mga tao ng Happy Birthday dahil birthday ko nga nung February 25. Ang saya. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumunod ang seven candles. Nasa maliliit na cake yung candles. Eto yung paborito kong part kasi ang gaganda ng mga kaklase, pinsan, at kaibigan ng kapatid ko. Pagkatapos nun, tsibugan na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuwa ako sa pagkain. Gusto ko sanang sabihin sa nagbibigay sakin ng pagkain na damihan niya ang gulay dahil sobra akong deprived sa gulay nung nasa Manila ako. At dahil may obligasyon akong maki-extra sa mga group pictures, hindi ako masyadong nakakain. May chocolate fountain din nga pala na naging dahilan ng pagkasira ng poise ko. Pag-uwi ko kanina sa bahay isang tasa ng lusaw na tsokolate ang tinira ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil tinatamad na uli akong mag-type, tatapusin ko na dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trying-hard gumawa ng matinong post.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-3257940827704049843?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/3257940827704049843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=3257940827704049843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3257940827704049843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3257940827704049843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/marileas-seventh-birthday-serious-post.html' title='marilea&apos;s seventh birthday serious post'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-3433190409001067490</id><published>2009-03-08T07:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:21:31.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marilea's seventh birthday</title><content type='html'>Uploaded &lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-08/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Nung seventh birthday ko hindi ganito ka-bongga yung party ha. Swerte ng &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-08/_picture_005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;kumag na to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;2.) Dahil dalawa ang sinuot ng kapatid ko, dalawa rin ang sinuot ko. Tingnan niyo na lang yung pictures. Oo vain ako.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Nakikinig ako ngayon sa mga kanta ng The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Napicturan ko yung &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-08/_picture_019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;pagkain ko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at yung &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-08/IMG_1302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;kisame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Hindi ako nakatulong sa groupmates ko sa Theology dahil &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-08/IMG_1331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;dito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Alam kong wala sa topic to pero nailagay ko na rin yung picture ng notebook ko nung &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-08/_picture_000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;di ako nakikinig&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sa klase at yung &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-08/_picture_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;paglalamay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ko sa urinary system.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Eyebags pare, &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-08/_picture_006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;eyebags&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Hinahanap ng mga pinsan ko kagabi yung may hawak na lapis at gumagawa ng bintana ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Pinagdiskitahan ako ng clown.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Hindi ko mapagtanto ang essence ng 7 balloons, 7 roses, 7 symbolic gifts, 7 candles, 7.. 7.&lt;br /&gt;11.) Kinikilig ako sa isang &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-08/IMG_1296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaklase&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ng kapatid ko.&lt;br /&gt;12.) Nangawit ang panga ko sa dami ng group pictures at may chocolate fountain kagabi na ikinasira ng poise ko.&lt;br /&gt;13.) Isang tasa ng lusaw ng chocolate yung tinira ko kagabi.&lt;br /&gt;14.) Ayoko na ng matamis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinatamad na akong mag-type. Tingnan niyo na lang yung link sa pinakataas. Kumpleto captions nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pare spell cleavage."&lt;br /&gt;- Pinsan ko lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-3433190409001067490?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/3433190409001067490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=3433190409001067490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3433190409001067490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3433190409001067490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/marilea.html' title='marilea&apos;s seventh birthday'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8627660705698309285</id><published>2009-03-07T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:24:17.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>Uploaded pictures ng last day ng PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-07/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Clickity click&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures by Charmaine Parado and Julius Lipata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8627660705698309285?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8627660705698309285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8627660705698309285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8627660705698309285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8627660705698309285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures_07.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-5834067707169538619</id><published>2009-03-05T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:13:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Dapat sinunog ko na lang passport ko in the first place para masaya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Louiesse Saballa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Marizen. Isang student nurse na may quiz sa Chemistry kinabukasan at hindi pa nagsisimulang mag-aral. Nagta-type sa blogger. Katabi ang notes tungkol sa proteins. Naghihintay ng tawag, tawag sa Sabado ng madaling araw. Nakatingin sa monitor. Nakasara ang bibig. Nangangati ang ilong. Basa ang pisngi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-5834067707169538619?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/5834067707169538619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=5834067707169538619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5834067707169538619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5834067707169538619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-unquote_05.html' title='quote unquote'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1241836498013028288</id><published>2009-03-01T12:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:39:10.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I write to express, not to impress."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1241836498013028288?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1241836498013028288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1241836498013028288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1241836498013028288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1241836498013028288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-unquote.html' title='quote unquote'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2525898076936012595</id><published>2009-03-01T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:38:29.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventeen</title><content type='html'>Habang nag-aaral ako ng Chem noong isang gabi, napatingin ako sa relo. Isang minuto na lang bago mag-alas dose. Nagbilang ako. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Nanao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugali ko na siguro ang batiin ko ang sarili ko hindi dahil sa emo ako at naglalaslas ako kundi dahil wala lang, kayo ba hindi niyo binabati ang sarili niyo pag kaarawan niyo? At bakit "Nanao" yung tawag ko sa sarili ko? Nanao kasi yung pinakamalapit na nickname ko sa aking puso kahit sobrang layo nun sa Marizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oo nga pala batiin niyo ako ng happy birthday kahit late na, February 25 ang birthday ko at dahil may sakit ako noon tulad ng ANAPHYlaxis at CHEMostaxia pati na rin TAMARITIS, ngayon lang ako nagpopost ng tungkol dito.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilang pagtaliwas sa mga tinype ko sa itaas na nakapaloob pa sa parentheses, hindi ko sinasabing obligasyon niyo na batiin ako ng "Happy Birthday!" o ng "Maligayang Kaarawan!" o kaya naman ng "Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday!" (Sa tatay ko galing yung huli, di ko alam pero natawa ako dun, haha.) Siguro nga masarap sa pakiramdam yung may nakakaalala ng birthday mo, pero tandaan mo, hindi nila obligasyon na batiin ka nila kaya wag kang magdaramdam pag hindi ka nabati ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikalawa, hindi ako humihingi o nag-eexpect ng regalo. Ang mahalaga para sa akin ay kung paano niyo ako tinrato ng nakaraang taon. Tinulungan niyo ba ako nung may problema ako? Binatukan niyo ba ako nung nananaginip ako at wala na ang mga paa ko sa lupa? Ginawa niyo bang madali ang buhay ko para sa taon na ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako bilang isang abnormal na tao, hindi ako madalas magbigay ng regalo sa iba. Maliban sa dahilan na kuripot ako, naniniwala kasi ako na ang pagreregalo ay pagpuno sa isang puwang na iniwan mo sa puso ng reregaluhan mo. (Teka malalim yun, huminga muna kayo.) Kung sa tingin ko ay wala naman akong pagkukulang sa tao at binigay ko ang lahat para sa kanya, hindi ako nagreregalo dun. Pero kung sa tingin ko ay may mga pagkakataong wala ako sa tabi niya pag kailangan niya ako, doon ako nag-iisip kung magreregalo nga ba ako o hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samakatuwid, hindi ako naniniwala sa concept ng pagreregalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko ng regalo. Lalo na yung binili lang basta tapos may tag price pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mas magandang regalo na maibibigay niyo ay yung ginagawa niyo sa araw-araw para sa taong iyon. Hindi na dapat kayo naghihintay ng espesyal na okasyon para lang bigyan siya ng isang magandang sorpresa o kaya isang magarbong regalo. Parang pasko. Pag pasko nagmamahalan, nagbibigayan, nagdodonate sa kung saan-saang orphanage, etcetera, etcetera. Pagkatapos ng pasko magkakalimutan na, balik na sa dating gawi, takbuhan sa utang, holdapan, krimen, patayan, mga nagkalat na street children na walang makain, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan nagtanong ang pinsan ko, ano daw ang balak ko sa debut ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sagot ko wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaki na ang pasasalamat ko sa mga magulang ko at nagpapakahirap sila para sa pag-aaral naming magkapatid. Naipasok nila ako sa magandang unibersidad at naibibigay nila lahat ng pangangailangan ko. Tuwing luluwas ako pabalik ng Maynila, pinagluluto din nila ako ng babaunin ko. Kuntento na ako, bakit hihingi pa ako ng bonggang party para sa 18th birthday ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saka hindi niyo ba naisip na sa mismong pagpatak ng alas-dose sa inyong kaarawan, natanggap niyo na ang regalo niyo? Ang mismong kaarawan niyo ang regalo ng itaas sa inyo. Humihinga pa kayo at nadagdagan pa ng isang taon ang buhay niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pa ba sapat yun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2525898076936012595?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2525898076936012595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2525898076936012595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2525898076936012595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2525898076936012595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/seventeen.html' title='seventeen'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2370446038971150939</id><published>2009-03-01T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:35:03.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ikaw si marizen kung..</title><content type='html'>1. Pumupunta ka ng CR para lang tumayo doon dahil hindi mo na kaya ang lamig sa classroom.&lt;br /&gt;2. Takot sa'yo ang mga cheese burgers ng med cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;3. Alam mo na may 81 steps ang main stairs ng med bulding mula first floor hanggang fourth floor.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nakakaubos ka ng open sandwich in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;May lalaki ka sa beato.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. May crush kang kotse na lagi mong hinahanaphanap kung saan naka-park tuwing papasok ka at uuwi ka.&lt;br /&gt;7. Gandang-ganda ka pa rin sa acoustic version ng Pretty Boy ng M2M hanggang ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pumapasok ka sa P.E. nang di naliligo.&lt;br /&gt;9. Tinutulugan mo ang pag-aaral para sa quiz sa Ana-Phy.&lt;br /&gt;10. Tinatamad ka nang mag-type kaya ititigil mo na dito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2370446038971150939?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2370446038971150939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2370446038971150939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2370446038971150939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2370446038971150939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/ikaw-si-marizen-kung.html' title='ikaw si marizen kung..'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-3176315716224761641</id><published>2009-03-01T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:34:44.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-01/_picture_000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me, Diane, Pachi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Picture nung January 31. Alam ko ang tagal na. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;2. A &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-01/_picture_009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;V.G.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in a Chem quiz. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-01/_picture_018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wag niyo nang itanong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kung bakit nagkaganto kamay ko. Masama bang kumain ng itlog na pula paminsanminsan?&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-01/Picture0062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sa English! Mariel, Julie, Ako, Julius, Ciara.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-03-01/_picture_026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ana-Phy book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; na may echos. Maraming salamat kay Jessica Magalued para sa props.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-3176315716224761641?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/3176315716224761641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=3176315716224761641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3176315716224761641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3176315716224761641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6208220914066077369</id><published>2009-02-19T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:08:09.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one-one pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Napapaisip ka ba kung ano ba ang meron sa I-1? Ano nga ba yung tatak para malaman mo kung kasali ka sa kampon nila? Siguro, magugulo, matatalino (haha), magaganda at mga gwapo. Totoo siguro mga yan (haha) pero ang corny e kung yan lang description so eto napablog ako para malaman niyo ang totoong kulay ng taga UST BSN SECTION I-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-one ka kung:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nasubukan mo ng &lt;strong&gt;magbackpack&lt;/strong&gt; sa isang school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sinasabi mong &lt;strong&gt;"Ang mahal naman!"&lt;/strong&gt; sa mga benta ni ate yema pero sa kabila nun ay tinikman mo parin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nasubukan mo ng antukin at makatulog sa klase ng &lt;strong&gt;Chem&lt;/strong&gt; kasi iniisip mo na "Ay. Ang hirap, buti pa ang pagtulog, madaling gawin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. May naging crush kang &lt;strong&gt;higher year&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nasubukan mong magising isang araw tapos narealize mo &lt;strong&gt;LATE NA PALA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sinasabi mong ang pinakamagandang babae sa classroom niyo ay si &lt;strong&gt;Maren Tarlengco&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Nasubukan mo ng mag-isa sa &lt;strong&gt;reporting sa Chemistry Lab&lt;/strong&gt; at sa &lt;strong&gt;oral recitation sa Psychology&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pumunta ka na ng &lt;strong&gt;Med Cafe&lt;/strong&gt; pero wala ka namang bibilhin dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kumukuha ka ng mas marami sa isang &lt;strong&gt;Varsitarian&lt;/strong&gt; kada issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. May mukha ka sa &lt;strong&gt;camera&lt;/strong&gt; ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nakawala ka na ng &lt;strong&gt;whiteboard marker&lt;/strong&gt; na dati mong ginagamit sa College Algebra activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Binara ka na ni &lt;strong&gt;Aldrin&lt;/strong&gt; o&lt;strong&gt; Mikee&lt;/strong&gt;. (Petiks ata sakin yan ah. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Aware ka sa expression ni Lyn na "&lt;strong&gt;Azuhr&lt;/strong&gt;" tapos sinusubukan mo pang gayahin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Nainis ka noon kay CAMOTE dahil sa pagbanggit niya sa pangungusap na &lt;strong&gt;"Kamote naman o, nagsusulat pa ako e!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Nasubukan mo ng dasalin yung prayer card ni St. Thomas na &lt;strong&gt;A Prayer Before Study&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Nagkaroon na ng pagkakataon na manuod ng isang &lt;strong&gt;movie&lt;/strong&gt; sa SM San Lazaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Tinuturo mong naglalasing&lt;/strong&gt; si Maye o si Katti o si Yen o si Isa kahit alam mong may bahid ito ng &lt;strong&gt;kasinungalingan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Naamaze ka kay &lt;strong&gt;Kate Dollete&lt;/strong&gt; noong una siyang magrecite sa Chem class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Naihi ka na sa isang Ana-Phy class at hindi mo na mapigilan kaya nagpapatawag ka kay Mrs. Fracisco ng "&lt;strong&gt;Ma'am BREAK&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Naranasan mo ng &lt;strong&gt;kumopya&lt;/strong&gt; ng isang homework dahil ang rason mo tinatamad ka the past night, hindi mo alam o natulugan mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maluha-luha ka noong nanalo tayo ng Sabayang Pagbigkas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Alam mo yung nangyari sa &lt;strong&gt;room 214 6:00-7:00pm November 26, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Alam mong mag-on si &lt;strong&gt;Mico Maranon at Jessica Caboboy&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Natatakot ka sa cutoff at nagiisip ka na ng&lt;strong&gt; fallback&lt;/strong&gt; na course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Hindi ka Ilokano&lt;/strong&gt; tapos nasubukan mo ng maging curious sa kung anu-ano ang pinagsasasabi nila Vinz, Jek, Yen, Yvonne, Jarah at ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Nagjeep ka na papuntang &lt;strong&gt;Trinoma&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Alam mo yung kwento ng isang professor tungkol sa bahay daw nila na &lt;strong&gt;pinakamalaki&lt;/strong&gt; sa kanilang subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Nagrush &lt;strong&gt;photocopy&lt;/strong&gt; ka kasi nalimutan mong may kailangang gawin o dalhin para sa araw na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Nasubukan mong umakyat ng 6th floor tapos &lt;strong&gt;deretso sa aircon&lt;/strong&gt; kasi mainit at nakakapagod. Pagkatapos ng bente minuto giniginaw ka na tapos sasabihin mo &lt;strong&gt;"Swing na lang yung aircon. Ang lamig!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ang &lt;strong&gt;bangko mo ng papel&lt;/strong&gt; ay ang seatmate o a seat-apart-mate mo. O kaya naman pag 1/8 ang kailangan palusot ka pa sasabihin mo sakniya "&lt;strong&gt;Hati na tayo sa 1/4&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Lagi kang naeexcite pag tumatayo si &lt;strong&gt;Mico&lt;/strong&gt; sa harap tapos sasabihin "&lt;strong&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Gusto mo ng &lt;strong&gt;open sandwich&lt;/strong&gt; kaso di ka makabili kasi 49.00 lang laman ng wallet mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Naubusan ka ng upuan o nakaupo ka sa &lt;strong&gt;sirang upuan&lt;/strong&gt; sa isang klase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Nagsisi ka noong hindi tayo nakapresent ng Sabayang Pagbigkas noong &lt;strong&gt;nursing week&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Kahit alam mong mahirap, sinusubukan mo paring mag-excel sa &lt;strong&gt;Chem &lt;/strong&gt;tapos malulungkot ka kapag mababa ang nakuha mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakangiti ka ngayon noh? Alam mo kasi marami diyan yung mga hinding-hindi mo malilimutang pinagsamahan ng I-1. Nakakasad lang kasi a month to go. Wala na, dissolved na klase natin. Hiwahiwalay na tayo nun kasi alphabetical na! Sana pasok lahat sa cutoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya naman e basta kopyahan na lang ha?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Copyright © written in Inofinada's Blog "Journal" at ninjay0319.multiply.com. February 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6208220914066077369?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6208220914066077369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6208220914066077369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6208220914066077369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6208220914066077369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-one-pride.html' title='one-one pride'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-5629380275055580589</id><published>2009-02-16T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:19:42.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mondays</title><content type='html'>People hate Mondays. Kasama ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa uli to sa mga walang kwentang posts na hindi niyo na dapat binabasa. Nagmadali lang naman kasi ako mula dorm hanggang 6th floor at pagdating ko doon saka ko lang napagtanto na hindi pa pala ako late. Anak ng pagong na baog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa araw ko ring ito nakuha ang kaunaunahan (at sana huli) kong stethoscope. Mag-uupload ako ng pictures sa weekends. Busy-busyhan kasi yung week na 'to. Ang dami kong ginagawa na hindi naman dapat intindihin muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oo sige na inaamin ko na na wala akong sawa sa kakikinig ng paghinga at pagtibok ng puso ko. Sinubukan ko ring kuhanan ang sarili ko ng blood pressure kaso mahirap maghawak ng stethoscope saka pump nang sabay. Nakuha kong blood pressure 0/0. Ay oo nga pala may kasamang sphygmomanometer yung stethoscope package saka diagnostic kit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko, ano nga ba talaga? Sabi nila, opposites attract, pero sabi kanina ni prof, like dissolves like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong kwenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag mong pagselosan ang Chemistry. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-5629380275055580589?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/5629380275055580589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=5629380275055580589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5629380275055580589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5629380275055580589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/mondays.html' title='mondays'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2563002160162468803</id><published>2009-02-15T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:56:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stoning cancels up fair concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;MANILA, Philippines -- A member of the University of the Philippines-Diliman Police is in critical condition after unruly gate-crashers pelted students with rocks while forcing their way into the UP Fair in Quezon City early Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Officer 2 Arturo Infanta of the Quezon City Police District's station 9 in Anonas identified the victim as Sergeant Ramon Monterico of the UPDP, a team leader of the UP police force handling security on the fair grounds at the Sunken Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monterico is confined at the intensive care unit of the Quirino Memorial Medical Center, where he is scheduled to undergo surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was hit badly in the head with a large stone. His family badly needs money for the operation,” said Sergeant Jocelyn De Peralta, UPDP desk officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UP Fair is an annual week-long festival that is the highlight of the Diliman Month. It features booths, carnival rides, and nightly concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violence began when rock star Bamboo began playing the first set of his repertoire after midnight Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several outsiders, numbering more than 10, caused a commotion when they demanded that they be allowed in, but security personnel denied them entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The youths then tried to break down the perimeter fence and began throwing stones at the concert goers, and one of the rocks hit Monterico badly,” Infanta said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair organizers were forced to cancel the concert in order to avoid further injuries, police added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police were also able to arrest two boys aged 16 and 17 who were caught throwing stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenagers, both residents of Culiat village in Quezon City, have been turned over to social workers, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Peralta noted that Friday night's crowd was larger than usual as the queue of people at the entrance to the fair grounds was as long as a city block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She added that the U.P.D.P. had 10 officers manning the grounds, with the help of civilian patrollers or the Special Services Brigade and a mobile car of the QCPD making the rounds. &lt;br&gt;-&lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/metro/view/20090214-189326/Stoning-cancels-UP-Fair-concert" target="_blank"&gt;http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/metro/view/20090214-189326/Stoning-cancels-UP-Fair-concert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Please pray for Sergeant Ramon Monterico and his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2563002160162468803?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2563002160162468803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2563002160162468803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2563002160162468803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2563002160162468803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/stoning-cancels-up-fair-concert.html' title='stoning cancels up fair concert'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6990063022842092549</id><published>2009-02-14T18:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:29:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dahil isa ako sa mga baliw na nagb-blog habang nagpapanic ang mga kagrupo ko sa paggawa ng written report sa Chemistry..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day. Araw ng mga magkasintahan, impyerno sa mga single. Mananawa kayo sa puso saka sa fireworks na hugis puso saka sa mga lalaki at babaeng may mga dalang bulaklak saka chocolates. Mananawa rin kayo sa dami ng mga magsyotang nagp-PDA. (Hindi ako bitter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 13, 2009, 6:30pm. Pumunta kami ng UP para maki-UP fair. Nakarating kami doon ng 10:30pm sa hindi niyo na dapat malaman na rason. Pero dahil nakakainis ako at may paganitong epek pa akong nalalaman, medyo nalate kami ng dating sa UP dahil ginawa akong tao ng kaibigan ko at sinama sa LRT. Hindi niyo na rin kelangang malaman kung bakit nag-LRT pa kami tapos 10:30pm kami nakarating ng UP. At dahil malapit niyo nang i-close yung window ng blog ko, ang rason ay binigyan si Marizen ng field trip sa Maynila. Engot kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakarating kami ng UP ng ligtas. (Oo alam ko walang kinalaman sa Valentine's Day 'tong pinagtatype ko.) Iniwan namin ang phones namin sa Yakal dahil marami daw magnanakaw sa fair. Naglalakad na kami saka namin naisip yung tanong na "Paano natin sila mahahanap kung wala tayong dalang phones?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dahil swerte ako pag friday the 13th, nakita kagad yung mga kaklase ko nung highschool, pagkapasok na pagkapasok namin sa fair matapos pumila ng 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SshvWq0Rms/SZd978hjAlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pQrMGE6ah-I/s1600-h/Poster3SmallMonitor-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;UP Fair '09: Loverage 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Pila. Tao. Banda. Sigawan. Crowd. Countdown para sa Valentine's. Fireworks. Isang milyong mag-syotang nagp-PDA. Mga naninira ng fence. Gulo. Batuhan, Si manong na binubuhat na puro dugo ang ulo. Pulis. Kanseladong concert. Uwian. (Summary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ay pumunta kami sa McDo sa Philcoa para matulog. Oo matulog. Pinapalayas na kami ni manong guard kaso mga mantika yung mga kasama ko. Puyat ako pero nauna pa silang makatulog saken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil tinatamad na akong mag-type. Summary at mga walang kwentang rants na lang na sigurado akong di niyo maiintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umalis sa McDo. Nag-uwian. Nakasabay si Lyndon sa jeep. Nagjeep. Jeep jeep jeep. Naglakad. Natulog. Gumising. Natanga. Natanga. Natanga. Jeep. LRT. Recto. KFC. Dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sana pala sa labas na lang tayo natulog, malamig pa tapos di tayo papalayasin ng guard." - Diane Carabeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macro. Walang flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panyong nawawala na tinago pala. LRT LRT LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dalawa pa lang yun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC: Ang daldal mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10 naaaa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indirect public admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete removal of masks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6990063022842092549?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6990063022842092549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6990063022842092549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6990063022842092549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6990063022842092549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7116724565849372424</id><published>2009-02-12T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:29:25.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oo nga naman</title><content type='html'>"Pag ang MARIZEN, jinumble mo, ang makukuha mo, &lt;b&gt;MANIZER&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;- Jaymee Castillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clapclap! Hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7116724565849372424?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7116724565849372424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7116724565849372424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7116724565849372424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7116724565849372424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/oo-nga-naman.html' title='oo nga naman'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-3896281019717973450</id><published>2009-02-11T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:26:38.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh</title><content type='html'>Since marami akong gagawin at nambato kaagad ng quiz ang prof ko sa Anatomy kahit katatapos lang ng prelims at may return demo kami bukas, nagsayang ako ng oras sa harap ng computer at nagsagot ng mga surveys sa Friendster na pinuno ng sarcasm at kalokohan. Nasa baba. Wag niyo nang basahin sayang oras niyo. Mas magiging productive pa kayo kung kakanta kayo ng kanta na tungkol sa nawawalang pagong. Wala akong alam kung ano mga sinabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom daw sabi ng bulkan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-3896281019717973450?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/3896281019717973450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=3896281019717973450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3896281019717973450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3896281019717973450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/eh.html' title='eh'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7775609785493028663</id><published>2009-02-11T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:24:14.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another survey</title><content type='html'>1. Which hurts more, emotional or physical pain?&lt;br /&gt;- Physical. Walang plastican. Yan talaga sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If something was wrong, who is the first GIRL you would go to?&lt;br /&gt;- Pwedeng girls? Louiesse and The_Commoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you and lied?&lt;br /&gt;- Wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;- Siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?&lt;br /&gt;- Marami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Patricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is there anybody that you trust 100%?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you satisfied with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;- No. May isang part lang na di ako satisfied, pero kung i-ra-rate ang satisfaction ko, mga 95%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Good morning messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you regret anything from your past?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm. Plastic na sagot: No. Everything happens for a reason. May natututunan din tayo sa mga nangyari. Totoo kong sagot: OO! TAE TALAGA NAPAGBALIGTAD KO YUNG PARATHYROID SAKA CALCITONIN! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! Seryosong sagot: Mga simpleng mga bagay tulad ng carelessness sa exams. Pero hindi ko nireregret na hindi ako nakapasok sa UP. Mga ganong tipo ba. *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. In the past week have you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When you think of the rainbow, what pops in your head?&lt;br /&gt;- Kulay. (Hahahahahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Has anyone told you they love you lately?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm. No. But he makes me feel that he does. (Aroy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think too much or too little?&lt;br /&gt;- Too much. Too much. Too much. Too muuuuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Meet anyone new this year?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How long does it take for you to fall asleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;- Depende kung puyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Marami. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You've been sleeping alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you run in heels?&lt;br /&gt;- Hindi ganun kabilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you meet any one new in the last 100 hours?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;- A big yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you have a Valentine's date for the year 2009?&lt;br /&gt;- With Chemistry and Respiratory System. (Cancelled e. HAHAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who was the last person who made you do stupid things?&lt;br /&gt;- The one who asked me to go out the night before my English and Theo preliminary examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you enjoy late night phone conversations?&lt;br /&gt;- Hahaha. UNYT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;- *Uhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is there a guy/girl that knows everything or mostly everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm. Hindi lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you judge people you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;- Guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. In the past week have you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Last night. Lol. (Stupid Chemistry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Did you ever play games on the old Nintendo?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you most looking forward to tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- RESPIRATORY SYSTEM DISCUSSION! OH YEAAAH! (Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where is one place you want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;- Hermosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When was the last time you had Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;- 17 years ago. (I'm 16.) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where was your default taken?&lt;br /&gt;- Dyan lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever fallen asleep in someone's arms?&lt;br /&gt;- Nung ako'y sanggol pa lamang siguro. Ngayon, uhh, daydreams. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you believe the saying "drunk minds speak sober hearts."?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. (Craaaazy for youuu. [He's crazy for me.]) Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;- Chem report. Sleep sleep sleep. Maggala sa P. Noval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What are you going to do tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- Review Lymphatic System, Bedmaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you in love? With who?&lt;br /&gt;- Sabi nang di ko alam e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What were you doing around 1am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Tulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. If you had to stay awake for 24 hours what would you do in that time?&lt;br /&gt;- Either mag-aaral o mag-UUNYT at mang-iistorbo ng mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you organized?&lt;br /&gt;- I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Did you ever discuss marriage with another person?&lt;br /&gt;- LAUGH OUT LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you know anyone named Matt?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you cry everytime you feel like crying?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What is the reason you last cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Pagiging unfaaaaaiiiiiir ng mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. If your ex said they hate you, you'd say?&lt;br /&gt;- Good. Then it would be easier for you to move on. LAUGH OUT LOUD PARE DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Last time you talked on the cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;- Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was that conversation on the phone about?&lt;br /&gt;- Me. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;- I will hunt for something sa P. Noval. Tapos Chem report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you think a lot of people think bad things about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;- LAUGH OUT LOUD CHONG! (Dyan lang, sa tabi-tabi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;- LAUGH OUT LOUD IMMUNOGLOBULIN! LAUGH AWT LAAHWD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7775609785493028663?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7775609785493028663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7775609785493028663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7775609785493028663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7775609785493028663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-survey.html' title='another survey'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-556470849584709417</id><published>2009-02-11T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:23:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 personal love questions</title><content type='html'>[01] Are you currently in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Have you ever been given a rose?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. High school pa. Tagal na. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] What is your all-time favorite love story movie?&lt;br /&gt;- Wala e. Ang cheesy nilang lahat. Kung meron man, siguro The Simpsons. HAHAHA. Hmm. Wala talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] Are you in love right now?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. I'm not sure. I'm confused. Oh no. I'm palpitating. I'm hyperventilating. My blood pressure drops to 80/40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Do you believe that everyone has a soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06] What's your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;- Akin na lang to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- Ask my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] Have you ever seen a friend as more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Blood pressure 170/100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] The person you're with right now, do you want to spend your life with?&lt;br /&gt;- I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;- 538,129.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] What is/are your favorite color/s?&lt;br /&gt;- Sad ones. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Who is your basketball player idol?&lt;br /&gt;- Bugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you believe you truly only love once?&lt;br /&gt;- Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Who are your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;- Too many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] What song do you want to be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;- We're All In This Together Graduation Remix ng High School Musical 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Tingin mo pare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-556470849584709417?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/556470849584709417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=556470849584709417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/556470849584709417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/556470849584709417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-personal-love-questions.html' title='18 personal love questions'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2052683031532741377</id><published>2009-02-07T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:08:08.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last</title><content type='html'>Because of flashy lights and distorted colors,&lt;br /&gt;these eyes now have altered visions.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I'm being too difficult,&lt;br /&gt;for this fish was already stung by two scorpions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2052683031532741377?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2052683031532741377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2052683031532741377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2052683031532741377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2052683031532741377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/last.html' title='last'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8351591913703779725</id><published>2009-02-07T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:07:16.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga natutunan ko ngayong prelims</title><content type='html'>Kapag alam nang mahaba ang coverage ng exam sa Anatomy and Physiology, wag nang mag-inarte pa at magsimula nang mag-aral. Di yung tipong alas-dos ng madaling araw, sinisikap mong tapusin yung tatlong chapters na ieexam mo ng 7:30am ng araw ding iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mag-aaral sa 5th floor ng Central Library (Humanities) kapag malapit na ang Archi Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag masyadong i-stress ang sarili. Matulog pag inantok. Madidismaya lamang pag nadalian ka sa exams at hindi mo nakita sa test questionnaire ang kinabisa mo mula 1:30am hanggang sa sinikatan ka na ng araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inuulit ko, wag i-stress ang sarili. Matulog pag inantok. Madidismaya lamang pag nakita mo ang test questionnaire sa Chemistry at iisipin mong sana natulog ka na lang kasi parang hindi ka rin nag-aral sa sobrang hirap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di lahat ng mga nasa library nag-aaral. May mga natutulog lang. (Ehurm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung 7:30am ang exam mo at advanced ng 30 minutes ang relo mo, wag papasok ng 7:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-CR bago mag-exam. Mahirap mag-isip pag pakiramdam mo e sasabog na ang pantog mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag tamaring magsaing at magluto pag exams week. Wag magtiyaga sa gatas na pang-substitute mo sa almusal, pananghalian, at hapunan. Magtatagal ka sa banyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ka makakapag-aral sa Mcdo sa Lacson ng 11pm. Uuwi ka rin ng dorm ng 12:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100php pala ang overnight fee sa Pacific Suites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ko palang ikutin ang USTe, complete 4 sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng 10:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag naniniwala sa mga trivia na may kinalaman sa panyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immune na pala ako sa Nescafe Sweet and Creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa ako immune sa San Miguel Coffee Strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LY ang kadalasang end ng adverbs, hindi -LU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAG MAINLAB PAG PRELIMS; BABAGSAK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8351591913703779725?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8351591913703779725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8351591913703779725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8351591913703779725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8351591913703779725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/mga-natutunan-ko-ngayong-prelims.html' title='mga natutunan ko ngayong prelims'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1545416320735245865</id><published>2009-02-07T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:49:44.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mga bandang alas-tres ng madaling araw..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Liya: *nagrereview*&lt;br /&gt;Marizen: *nagrereview*&lt;br /&gt;Ate Liya: Sinong mas gwapo, si Dingdong o si Richard?&lt;br /&gt;Marizen: Yuck, Dennis Trillo na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---silence---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1545416320735245865?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1545416320735245865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1545416320735245865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1545416320735245865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1545416320735245865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/prelimdialogues.html' title='prelims?'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7111173559723762558</id><published>2009-02-07T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:22:15.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tago</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Isinulat ko 'to noong January 12, 2009, dahil tamad lang talaga, ngayon ko pa lang 'to na-type.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa halip na mag-aral ako sa Chem, nagsusulat na naman ako ng mga bagay na hindi ko naman alam kung saan pupunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagtatago ay isang siyensya na hindi ko pa kabisado. Natatawa ako sa mga "jokes" nga mga lalaki na hindi magandang tawanan ng mga babae. Inirapan ako ng kasabay ko sa elevator noong di ko napigilang ngumiti nang medyo nadulas siya pagpasok. Kapag kinakausap naman ako ng crush ko e napapansin siguro niya yung kaunting pamumula ng mga pisngi ko at kaunting pagngiti na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirap ako sa pagtatago, pero talagang may mga pagkakataon na bihasang-bihasa ako pagdating dito. Minsan hanga rin ako sa sarili ko. Kung ang pagngiti ko ang hindi ko kayang itago, pagngiti rin ang pinakamabisa kong taguan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, habang nagpapakasarap ako sa sarili kong mundo, may kumalabit sakin. Kaklase ko, nanghihiram ng assignment sa Chem. Yung assignment ko sa Chem na pinagpuyatan ko at pinilit matapos bago magbagong taon! (Oo, di pa rin pinapasa yun hanggang ngayon.) Oo, hinihiram niya para i-photocopy ng mga mata niya at ng ballpen niya. Ngumiti ako sabay abot ng homework ko. Di man lang siya nagpasalamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas ko ring kinakausap ang sarili ko para kumalma kung sakaling nararamdaman kong may nang-aabuso na sa mga simpleng pagngiti at pagtango. Walang may gusto ng inaabuso siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila, ang bulkan na hindi madalas sumabog, kapag pumutok, malakas, nakakatakot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7111173559723762558?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7111173559723762558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7111173559723762558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7111173559723762558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7111173559723762558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/02/tago.html' title='tago'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-884538397458806344</id><published>2009-01-31T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:33:27.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pektyur</title><content type='html'>1. Ang kape ang buhay namin. Pruweba? &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-01-31/_picture_005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eto click niyo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (Mas marami pa kayong makikita sa &lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-01-31/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;album na 'to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Di niyo pa ako nakikitang &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-01-31/_picture_004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;naka-PE uniform&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nag-aaral kuno sa &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-01-31/_picture_003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;D Floor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ng Pacific Suites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-884538397458806344?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/884538397458806344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=884538397458806344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/884538397458806344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/884538397458806344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/pektyur.html' title='pektyur'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6986246701069980119</id><published>2009-01-31T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:51:09.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vandalism</title><content type='html'>Laganap din pala ang &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2009-01-31/_picture_021-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;vandalism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sa UST. Isang nakakatuwang example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hindi ka makakapasa ng first year!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6986246701069980119?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6986246701069980119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6986246701069980119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6986246701069980119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6986246701069980119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/vandalism.html' title='vandalism'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6123701516014258638</id><published>2009-01-31T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:42:20.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>literally literal</title><content type='html'>The sun was not yet awake when our voices were.&lt;br /&gt;I,&lt;br /&gt;was single-handedly tapping sleeping notes,&lt;br /&gt;was writing C's, H's and O's,&lt;br /&gt;was drawing hexagons,&lt;br /&gt;was writing letters,&lt;br /&gt;was drawing hearts,&lt;br /&gt;was breaking lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour,&lt;br /&gt;continuous beeping.&lt;br /&gt;Silence sings,&lt;br /&gt;another ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this crap started last June,&lt;br /&gt;and it won't end, never will,&lt;br /&gt;even after the 25th of the first moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6123701516014258638?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6123701516014258638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6123701516014258638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6123701516014258638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6123701516014258638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/literally-literal.html' title='literally literal'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6261760978397886424</id><published>2009-01-31T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:38:29.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nastuck si kuya</title><content type='html'>Isang araw, naglalaro si kuya ng kanyang minamahal na PSP sa kanilang bakuran nang may napansin siyang butas sa kanilang bakod. Pagsilip niya sa butas, may PS3 na nakahiga sa damuhan sa kabilang side ng bakod. Pinasok niya yung kamay niya sa butas at pilit inabot ang PS3. Sa kasamaang palad, hindi niya abot. Dahil gustong magkaPS3 ni kuya, binitawan muna niya ang nilalarong PSP at inubos niya ang lakas niya sa pag-abot sa PS3. Ayan, nakuha na niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi siya makagalaw. Kahit anong hugot niya sa kamay niya na nasa butas ng bakod nila, hindi niya matanggal. Hawak na nga niya ang PS3, pero di niya makuha. Ayaw matanggal ng braso niya sa butas. Habang nagpupumiglas si kuya, may dumaang bata. Natuwa yung bata sa PSP na nakakalat at kinuha niya. Tumakbo ang bata papalayo at hindi na bumalik pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni kuya, "Tsk, ano ba yan nanakawan pa ako ng PSP. Di bale, may PS3 naman ako!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagalaw na niya yung kamay niya. Unti-unti niyang inalis ang braso niya sa butas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kasya ang PS3 sa butas. Hindi niya makuha ang PS3. Nagulat na lang siya ng biglang may umagaw sa kanya ng PS3 na galing sa kabilang bakod. Sabi nung umagaw, "Akin 'to!" Nakuha ng mang-aagaw ang PS3 kay kuya. Noong nailabas na niya ng maayos ang braso niya, nabwisit siya. "Eh bakit nga ba iniiwan niyang nakakalat yung PS3 niya?!" Saka lang niya naalala na wala na rin nga pala ang PSP niya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6261760978397886424?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6261760978397886424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6261760978397886424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6261760978397886424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6261760978397886424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/nastuck-si-kuya.html' title='nastuck si kuya'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-271012920092021875</id><published>2009-01-31T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:29:37.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monologue</title><content type='html'>"Pagod na ako. Wala akong ibang ginagawa kundi magpump lang ng magpump ng dugo sa isang taong walang ibang ginawa kundi mamapak ng cholesterol at pahirapan ako."&lt;br /&gt;- Pusong emo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-271012920092021875?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/271012920092021875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=271012920092021875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/271012920092021875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/271012920092021875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/monologue.html' title='monologue'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8094962570501530389</id><published>2009-01-26T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:55:24.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teaser</title><content type='html'>Dahil masyadong abala dahil malapit na ang prelims dahil dahil dahil lubhang marami lang talagang ginagawa, hindi na ako nakapaglalagay ng mga bagay-bagay dito. Pero marami na akong naisusulat, tinatamad lang akong i-type. Mga simpleng posts pero sa paniniwala ko may mapupulot kayo kahit papaano. Pictures na magpapatunay kung gaano kami kaaddict sa kape at tungkol na rin sa na-stuck kong kuya sa bakod. Hintayin niyo na lang. Pagkatapos ng prelims, tatambakan ko to ng mga kagag*han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis lang ako kasi lahat na lang umaalis ng Pilipinas. Maging best friend o ex-boyfriend o kaaway man o former schoolmate o childhood friend o kaklase ko man nitong kolehiyo, nagsisilayasan ng Pilipinas. Wag niyo nang sundan parang awa niyo na. Masakit talaga pag nakakareceive ng "Last text ko na 'to, pinapa-off na yung phones." Tapos sandamakmak na "Mamimiss kita." na kadalasan may halong drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung bakit humahaba 'tong post na to, pero dahil medyo sinisipag akong magtype..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kauna-unahan at nagpasimula ng layasan sa Pilipinas ay yung best friend ko na katelebabad ko lang talaga. Nung umaga na pupunta na sila ng airport, tumawag ako. Last phone call sa landline nila. Hindi ko alam kung iiyakan ko o tatawanan ko yung mga pinag-uusapan namin. Huling tawag na malinaw yun. Huling tawag sa landline. Huling tawag sa PLDT. Kuha niyo? Minsan kasi pag overseas yung tawag parang nagsasalita sa ilalim ng tubig yung kausap niyo. Tapos nung mga bandang tanghali na, nareceive ko na yung "Last text na to blah blah mamimiss kita blah blah ingat ka blah sad face emoticon blah.." Anak ng baog na palaka, napagkamalan pa akong nagseselos sa kaklase ko nung nagpapractice sila ng scene sa Romeo and Juliet noong may nakakita sa akin na ngumangawa sa ilalim ng lamesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil ayoko nang magtype ay tatapusin ko na dito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8094962570501530389?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8094962570501530389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8094962570501530389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8094962570501530389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8094962570501530389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/teaser.html' title='teaser'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-5056001270699820010</id><published>2009-01-19T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:57:29.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote unquote unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Girl A: &lt;/strong&gt;Hindi kami MU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl B: &lt;/strong&gt;MU kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl A:&lt;/strong&gt; Panong MU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl B&lt;/strong&gt;: Parang MU na lahat nakakaalam pwera kayong dalawa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-5056001270699820010?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/5056001270699820010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=5056001270699820010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5056001270699820010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5056001270699820010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-unquote-unquote.html' title='quote unquote unquote'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7902494376432713761</id><published>2009-01-11T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:08:55.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumutunog</title><content type='html'>Habang naghahanap ako ng paraan para maibsan ang sakit ng ulo ko dahil sa mga nakaraang gabing hindi kaaya-aya, hinihintay kong ipadala sa akin ng kaklase ko yung gagawin namin para sa reporting namin sa English sa Martes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinat na nagsasabing alagaan ko ang sarili ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiitim na linya sa ilalim ng aking mga matang humihiling ng kaunting oras ng tulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit na ulo na nagsasabing pumunta ako ng SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo mali yata yung huli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit na ulo na nagsasabing ipahinga ko muna ang sarili ko sa gulo ng mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munting pakiusap mula sa sarili para sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilalang na putol ang mga pakpak, mas kailangan ka ng munting boses na naririnig mo mula sa'yo. Huwag subukang lumipad. Hindi masama ang pagsakay sa eroplano kung bali ang mga pangkapa mo sa mga ulap na mabibigat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga bagay na nawawala dahil sa maling akala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoo ba na makitid ang pananaw ng mga singkit sa buhay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtatanong lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, lipad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7902494376432713761?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7902494376432713761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7902494376432713761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7902494376432713761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7902494376432713761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/tumutunog.html' title='tumutunog'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-5671538390192155327</id><published>2009-01-05T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:06:59.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ganto kaya makakatuluyan ko?</title><content type='html'>A faithful husband was drunk; he didn’t know what was happening around him. Upon going home, he directly entered the room and slept. When morning came, he was amazed. Everything is in order, tablet of aspirin and a glass of water with a note, “Good morning Hon, I’ll just buy groceries for our dinner! Have your breakfast! Love you!” He was wondering why that is so, even though he was drunk last night. He asked his son, “What happened last night? Why is this so? Your mom should be angry.” Son replied, “Mom tried to unclothe you, but you said, ‘Stop! I’m married.’”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-5671538390192155327?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/5671538390192155327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=5671538390192155327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5671538390192155327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5671538390192155327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/ganto-kaya-makakatuluyan-ko.html' title='ganto kaya makakatuluyan ko?'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-4890162294649218262</id><published>2009-01-05T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:53:32.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>practical exam: focusing</title><content type='html'>Unang araw pa lang ng klase, may practical exam na kami sa Anatomy and Physiology. Nagfocus kami ng specimen sa microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binigyan kami ng 60 seconds para mafocus namin ang specimen under LPO and HPO. Makakakuha ka ng 5 points kapag nafocus mo sa LPO, at isa pang 5 points kapag nafocus mo sa HPO, a total of 10 points. Pero, kapag inuna mo ang HPO at pag nafocus mo, automatically 10 points na, hindi mo na kailangan magfocus sa LPO. At kung hindi mo ako naiintindihan, wag ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanong: Iririsk ko ba ang 5 points na makukuha ko sa LPO (na madali) para lang makakuha ng 10 points kaagad gamit ang HPO (na hindi ko sigurado at mahirap ifocus), o magpapakapractical na lang ako at mag-e-LPO na lang muna dahil mas maganda ang 5/10 kesa sa 0/10 kung sakaling malasin ako sa pagfocus sa HPO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantananan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nangyari: Nilakasan ko ang loob ko at nag-HPO ako. Pagkatapos kong ma-realize na hindi ko pala talaga kaya, nilipat ko sa LPO. Sinubukan kong ifocus kaso naubusan na ako ng oras. Ang nangyari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano kung hindi ako nagtake ng risk at binabaan ko ng kaunti ang tiwala ko sa sarili ko na mafofocus ko kaagad sa HPO? Paano kung sa LPO lang ako nag-concentrate at hindi na ako nagsayang ng oras sa pag-eeffort sa HPO? Mas malaki ang possibility na makakuha ako ng 5 points di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakakainis lang, nung ang kaklase ko na ang susunod, nilagay niya kaagad sa HPO. Pagkatapos ng ilang segundo, nagulat pa yata siya sa sarili niya at napapukpok pa siya sa lamesa tapos tiningnan ni professor ang microscope niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focused. 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko na lang magpalunok ng microscope nung mga oras na yun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-4890162294649218262?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/4890162294649218262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=4890162294649218262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4890162294649218262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4890162294649218262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2009/01/practical-exam-focusing.html' title='practical exam: focusing'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-720315465118756292</id><published>2008-12-29T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:03:14.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posisyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vicissitude-decidido.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-is-fucked-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you have time, please read this post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan na ba talaga ang mundo? Kapag may kapangyarihan at impluwensya ka, ganyan na ba kalakas ang loob mo para tumapak ng iba? Tao ka pa rin. Katulad ka lang ng mga busabos sa daan. Ang pinagkaiba lang sinwerte kayo at nakapag-aral. Pero tao ka pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos hindi porke't may kapangyarihan ang isang tao tatahimik ka na lang at hindi mo sasabihin kung ano ba talaga ang nakita ng mga mata mo. Kaya hindi umuunlad yung Pilipinas kasi maraming takot magsalita at madamay. Mga duwag. Mga takot magsalita. Kaya yung mga napaparusahan ay yung mga hindi dapat parusahan, at yung may mga kasalanan sila pa yung nabibigyan ng special treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana man lang makatulong yung simpleng pagpopost ng mga ganito para dumating sa media yung kabahuan ng mga pulitikong iyan. Abuso. Nakakahiya. Nilagay pa naman sila ng mga tao sa posisyon na yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Libel? Takot ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipagdasal po natin ang Dela Paz family lalong-lalo na ang padre de pamilya at ang kanyang 14-anyos na anak na nasangkot sa kawalanghiyaang ginawa ng mga abusadong tao sa gobyerno na yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-720315465118756292?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/720315465118756292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=720315465118756292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/720315465118756292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/720315465118756292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/posisyon.html' title='posisyon'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1522180719931802460</id><published>2008-12-28T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:46:29.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>archives archives archives</title><content type='html'>Alam niyo yung sobrang sawa na kayo sa internet surfing at chatting, tapos Christmas break pa at wala kayong masyadong magawa (kahit may mahabang assignment sa Chemistry) kaya napagtyagaan niyo na lang magbasa ng archives sa Yahoo Messenger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilan lang to sa mga paborito ko na hanggang ngayon pinapatawa pa rin ako. Minsan ba nasubukan niyo na bang mang-trip ng Amerikanong hindi nakakaintindi ng Tagalog? Example:&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt; - Bespren ko na lumipat sa South Carolina last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristina&lt;/strong&gt; - Kaibigan ni Louiesse sa SC na naging kaibigan ko na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mareena&lt;/strong&gt; - Basahin ang nasa itaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Lawson&lt;/strong&gt; - Kachat nilang tatlo na naipakilala sa akin at habang kausap namin ay gumagamit ng webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristina&lt;/strong&gt;: hey chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lawson&lt;/strong&gt;: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mareena&lt;/strong&gt;: magbra nga xa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristina&lt;/strong&gt;: are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt;: chris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lawson&lt;/strong&gt;: yup im still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristina&lt;/strong&gt;: mareena said do you want a bra?&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iniisip ko, paano kung ako yung Amerikano? May sense ba tong pinag-uusapan namin o ano?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lawson&lt;/strong&gt;: its really boring in newberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: newberry.. bagongberry. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mareena&lt;/strong&gt;: bagong beras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mareena&lt;/strong&gt;: wait lng..ano ba tagalog ng berry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt;: ubas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: grapes yun eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mareena&lt;/strong&gt;: so do u live at bagong ubas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristina&lt;/strong&gt;: hahah.. u live in newberry right?? zen lives in oldberry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lawson&lt;/strong&gt;: oldberry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mareena&lt;/strong&gt;: yup she lives at lumang berry!!&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buti na lang hindi to nakakaintindi ng Tagalog. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: our font looks the same chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lawson&lt;/strong&gt;: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt;: lol landi nito&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt;: kili kili nya kita mo zen?&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deron Davis&lt;/strong&gt; - Isang nilalang na may pambihirang ilong na kilala nila Louiesse personally. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deron&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Davis&lt;/strong&gt;: (rolls eyes whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristina&lt;/strong&gt;: yea. sure go roll your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt;: go roll your ilong&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapos nalaman niyong nang-huhunt sila para may makain at hindi ko alam kung naglalack ba siya ng common sense para itanong sa akin kung bakit kailangan pang barilin ang balot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristina&lt;/strong&gt;: so you eat deers too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lawson&lt;/strong&gt;: i was allowed to shoot my gun but what i killed i had to cook and eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt;: what about an unhatched duck egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: you should try eating underdeveloped duck eggs hahaha. they're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lawson&lt;/strong&gt;: why would you shoot an unhatched duck egg??&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At paano kung may kagalit kayong hindi rin nakakaintindi ng Tagalog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt; - Kaaway ng lahing maka-Marizen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: haha hi angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;: hello there.. yea let me introduce you to my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt;: angela..try saying "gago ako"&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At sa kalagitnaan ng away ay may magtatanong ng katulad nito? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; - (Intended to be blank.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;: no im not mad at you, im just plain disgusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt;: of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louiesse&lt;/strong&gt;: ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;: angela, tell me... what is the capital of zimbabwe?&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ginagamit din ang Yahoo Messenger para humingi ng tulong sa mga kaklase kung sakaling nahihirapan kayo sa assignment sa Physics at naconclude na mas madaling magcompare na lang ng sagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor, Louie, Mikhail, Aileen, JP&lt;/strong&gt; - High school classmates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt;: anu sagot nyu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louie&lt;/strong&gt;: 287.94 N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt;: bket 287.94?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt;: sabi ni manao 575.88?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louie&lt;/strong&gt;: tension lang yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: lumabas na yung pangapat na buntot ni naruto&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mapapag-usapan niyo rin dito ang mga pangarap niyo sa hinaharap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JP&lt;/strong&gt;: gus2 q lalakng anak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: gusto ni jp lalaking anak na magiging bakla&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At meron rin namang nasasabihan ng gago na hindi naman talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: bilis na mag type ni jp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: nagiimprove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JP&lt;/strong&gt;: anu un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JP&lt;/strong&gt;: gago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: marizen gago ka daw&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nandyan din yung mag-oonline ka para makipagtulungan sa groupwork tulad na lang ng paggagawa ng flash na nauuwi sa walang kwentang diskusyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen&lt;/strong&gt;: mik gawa k ng flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: flash? anu yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louie&lt;/strong&gt;: yung kapag mag pipitsur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen&lt;/strong&gt;: ung sa camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;: yung sa toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pwede ring yung nanghihingi ka ng matinong payo tungkol sa mga bagay na maaaring nakaligtaan mong ilista na dadalhin mo sa dormitoryo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: haha. ano pa ba dadalhin ko sa dorm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;: uuuuuuhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;: toilet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At malalaman niyo rin na may mga taong masyadong "fast-forward."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;: musta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;: ok lng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: di pa kita tinatanong&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At may mga bagay rin namang hindi naman dapat pinag-uusapan (dahil wala naman kasi talagang kwenta) pero nakakatawa lang talaga pag nabasa mo sa archives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: anu english ng aristokrata???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JP&lt;/strong&gt;: aristocrate.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: pakpak ng ibon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: wing wing ng ibon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: eh di pakpak pakpak ng ibon yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: paks ng ibon&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: sinasabi ang cheese sa pagkuha ng litrato para ngumiti ng plastik&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marizen&lt;/strong&gt;: lam niyo yung plastic na may balloons na mliliit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: condom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1522180719931802460?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1522180719931802460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1522180719931802460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1522180719931802460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1522180719931802460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/archives-archives-archives.html' title='archives archives archives'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-167206794667129245</id><published>2008-12-28T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:34:18.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>archives archives</title><content type='html'>edwardkalen: ano tagalog ng type?&lt;br /&gt;marizen: anong type?&lt;br /&gt;edwardkalen: type! nagtatype.&lt;br /&gt;marizen: video type&lt;br /&gt;marizen: casette type&lt;br /&gt;marizen: masking type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwardkalen: bakit may design ang bra?&lt;br /&gt;marizen: bakit ba? inggit kayo? gusto niyo lagyan ng flowers briefs niyo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marizen: ano yung malong?&lt;br /&gt;edwardkalen: yung nasa lata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(corny enough, nasundan pa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marizen: ma-long?&lt;br /&gt;marizen: mahaba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwardkalen: lol&lt;br /&gt;edwardkalen: nakataas ang kamay&lt;br /&gt;edwardkalen: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marizen: anong curse ni *pangalan*?&lt;br /&gt;edwardkalen: curse? accounting daw.&lt;br /&gt;marizen: lol curse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-167206794667129245?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/167206794667129245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=167206794667129245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/167206794667129245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/167206794667129245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/archives-archives.html' title='archives archives'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8721588529180788592</id><published>2008-12-26T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:23:11.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>archives</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;edwardkalen (2/16/2007 8:49:57 PM): baka naman ma inlove ka sakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8721588529180788592?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8721588529180788592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8721588529180788592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8721588529180788592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8721588529180788592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/archives.html' title='archives'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6608574716998876380</id><published>2008-12-24T11:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:24:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>takipsilim</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-24/3192140_a95076dd8e4a529179698247569.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Filipino fans of Stephenie Meyer's "Twilight" series will soon have another reason to celebrate after broadcasting giant ABS-CBN bagged the exclusive rights to make a local television series based on the vampire novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial reports said ABS-CBN paid $1 million with co-producer Ignite Media for the rights to the Twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new series, tentatively titled "Takipsilim", will reunite the onscreen tandem of Rayver Cruz and Shaina Magdayao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taping for the series will start February of next year. Some parts of the series will be shot abroad and the other locations include Tagaytay, Bukidnon and Baguio. The series will be directed by Cathy Garcia-Molina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/entertainment/12/24/08/abs-cbn-bags-rights-local-twilight-remake"&gt;http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/entertainment/12/24/08/abs-cbn-bags-rights-local-twilight-remake&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABS-CBN HEAR MY PLEA. STOP THIS NONSENSE AND GET A LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6608574716998876380?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6608574716998876380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6608574716998876380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6608574716998876380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6608574716998876380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/takipsilim.html' title='takipsilim'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-24/th_3192140_a95076dd8e4a529179698247569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6381921982660499053</id><published>2008-12-21T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:54:39.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apnea</title><content type='html'>Small arc manifesting hidden truths,&lt;br /&gt;mischievous sounds, my transparent mask.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming isn't a sin,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing your limits is.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see the red lights,&lt;br /&gt;I stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft, angelic tool of the demon,&lt;br /&gt;guards the deep slumber of a fool,&lt;br /&gt;casts a disabling spell,&lt;br /&gt;stops thinking,&lt;br /&gt;suffocation,&lt;br /&gt;apnea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6381921982660499053?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6381921982660499053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6381921982660499053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6381921982660499053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6381921982660499053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/apnea.html' title='apnea'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6720402620561128023</id><published>2008-12-21T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:57:06.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forbidden source of strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/_picture_000.jpg" border="0" height="314" width="235"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6720402620561128023?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6720402620561128023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6720402620561128023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6720402620561128023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6720402620561128023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/forbidden-source-of-strength.html' title='forbidden source of strength'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/th__picture_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-5546287040022116889</id><published>2008-12-21T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:03:55.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eto ang mga panahong..</title><content type='html'>Isa ito sa mga panahong gusto mo na lang patayin sina David Archuleta at Robster Evangelista (Oo, di ko rin siya kilala.) because their songs just don't have the most perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pindutin ako&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; para makita ang mga in-upload na pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-5546287040022116889?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/5546287040022116889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=5546287040022116889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5546287040022116889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5546287040022116889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/eto-ang-mga-panahong.html' title='eto ang mga panahong..'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-3462700303787756996</id><published>2008-12-21T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:04:23.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ust paskuhan 2008</title><content type='html'>1.) Fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Tao.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Delayed messages.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Ilaw.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Libreng pagkain.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Food stubs.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Pila.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Tao.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Ilaw.&lt;br /&gt;11.) Saka tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proofs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/_picture_030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/_picture_033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/_picture_034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/_picture_032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-3462700303787756996?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/3462700303787756996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=3462700303787756996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3462700303787756996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3462700303787756996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/ust-paskuhan-2008.html' title='ust paskuhan 2008'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2896770868578159189</id><published>2008-12-21T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:05:32.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monthly exams mo na kung..</title><content type='html'>1.) Ang almusal mo ay tubig.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Ang pananghalian mo ay mainit na kape sa mainit na tanghali.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Ang hapunan mo ay tulog.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Iniisip mo na mortal sin ang matulog.&lt;br /&gt;5.) At ang kape ang iyong tagapagligtas.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Nasubukan mo nang makatulog sa study table, dining table, maging sa lapag.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Nagpapanic ka kapag nakita mong &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/_picture_028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;sumisikat na ang araw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Sa pagsusulit, hindi mo minamaliit ang kapangyarihan ng minee-minee-miney-moo.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Marami kang nakikitang mga nakaputi na nagbabasa sa labas ng room, sa library, sa daanan, sa pasimano, sa corridor, sa cafeteria, sa hagdan, maski sa CR.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Ikaw ang nagsasara ng Med Cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;11.) Mabagal kang kumain &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/_picture_006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;sa Jollibee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12.) Napagsaraduhan ka ng 2nd floor ng Jollibee dahil ikaw na lang ang tao sa doon.&lt;br /&gt;13.) Naiistress ka kakaisip kung paano ka magbubukas ng coffee candy na hindi maririnig ng librarian.&lt;br /&gt;14.) Nagdadala ka ng mineral water at straw para makasimple ng inom sa "camping" sa library.&lt;br /&gt;15.) Alam mong &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/_picture_014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;masarap matulog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sa library.&lt;br /&gt;16.) At gumagawa ka ng mga &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-21/_picture_007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ganitong listahan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; para lang magising ka at di mapagsaraduhan ng library kung sakali mang ikaw ay makatulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahabol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung tapos na ang monthly exams ay magigising ka ng alas-kwatro ng madaling araw at magpapanic kasi hindi ka pa nagrereview, saka mo lang maaalala na Christmas vacation na pala at wala ka na palang exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2896770868578159189?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2896770868578159189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2896770868578159189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2896770868578159189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2896770868578159189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/monthly-exams-mo-na-kung.html' title='monthly exams mo na kung..'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-5513924071585177786</id><published>2008-12-21T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:49:01.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicharong walang suka</title><content type='html'>The deep abyss of eternity keeps whispering. My vestibulocochlear nerve pounding my brain gave a familiar arc that I know people will recognize as one of my hidden secrets. Do you know that "my" abyss has its own birthday? Yes, and on that day, I heard the most troubling sentence, a group of words having a complete thought, that still haunts me up to this day. It is accompanied by a weird, unstraight line with a ridiculous dot on its end. I can't believe that I will end this stupid post with an:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Unan mo 'to?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-5513924071585177786?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/5513924071585177786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=5513924071585177786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5513924071585177786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5513924071585177786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/chicharong-walang-suka.html' title='chicharong walang suka'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7463542603796702682</id><published>2008-12-14T05:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:35:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tutururut</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-14/puyatmode.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawawang computer. Oo, magpapayb-tehrti na. Stupid powerpoint presentations. Ang tiyaga ko kasing maglipat sa word eh. Stupid monthly examinations. Ang hirap mag-aral. Drop na nga drop na! Hahahahahaha. (Nabangag lang kasi nakatulugan yung ginagawa at inaaral. Nagpapanic lang kasi linggo na pala ngayon at lunes na bukas at martes na ang simula ng mga pagsusulit. Malapit nang sumikat ang araw. Sisikatan na ako. Ayan na.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawag dito kabangagan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7463542603796702682?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7463542603796702682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7463542603796702682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7463542603796702682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7463542603796702682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/tutururut.html' title='tutururut'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-14/th_puyatmode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-408879253885203105</id><published>2008-12-12T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:06:08.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may joke ako may joke ako</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Babala: Ang joke na ito ay isang inside joke. Pawang mga Chem at Anatomy and Physiology students lamang ang makakaunawa. Pagpasensyahan na ang walang magawa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-12/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benzene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-12/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naphthalene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-12/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthracene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-12/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phenanthrene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-12/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benz[a]pyrene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-12/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eto ano to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh di..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE SQUAMOUS EPITHELIUM! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-408879253885203105?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/408879253885203105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=408879253885203105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/408879253885203105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/408879253885203105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/may-joke-ako-may-joke-ako.html' title='may joke ako may joke ako'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-12/th_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-601443239938709066</id><published>2008-12-12T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:57.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 10 tips on how to lose a friend</title><content type='html'>10. "Forget" his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ignore him whenever you cross each other's path (or whenever you can).&lt;br /&gt;8. Make false excuses when he needs your help.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure he'll know that your excuses are false.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do not listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;5. Never keep his secrets. Share them to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give him a good backstab.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make sure that he would know that you were doing tip #4 and #5.&lt;br /&gt;2. Never be there when he desperately needs your shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;1. Fall in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-601443239938709066?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/601443239938709066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=601443239938709066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/601443239938709066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/601443239938709066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-10-tips-on-how-to-lose-friend.html' title='top 10 tips on how to lose a friend'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-6901453878844969558</id><published>2008-12-12T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:32:45.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marky cielo</title><content type='html'>Naisip ko, paano kung isang araw, hindi na ako magising? Nanaginip ako na hinahabol daw ako ng mga higanteng benzene rings at iniipit ng isang higanteng sternocleidomastoid muscle na gumawa ng kung anumang reaction sa pancreas ko tapos di na nga ako nagising. Yung mga ganong tipo ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatakot di ba? At least pag may cancer ka, alam mo na yung taning ng buhay mo. Alam mo kung kelan ka mamamatay. Mapaghahandaan mo. Makakapagpaalam ka pa. Makakahingi ka pa ng tawad. Alam mo na kung kelan ang oras mo. Alam mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh paano kung malakas ka at malayo sa kahit anong sakit? Tapos napanaginipan mong bigla yung mga benzene rings na nangangain ng tao tapos kinabukasan ginigising ka ng nanay mo tapos di ka magising? Dinala ka sa ospital kaso sabi nila DoA ka na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo ba? Handa ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila, kapag takot kang mamatay, hindi ka pa handang mabuhay. Pero normal lang ang matakot, hindi ba? Pwedeng bukas, wala na ako. Pwedeng sa susunod na linggo, ikaw naman. Walang nakakaalam, walang makakaalam. Mabuhay na lamang tayong lahat na para bang ito na ang huling araw natin sa mundong ibabaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-6901453878844969558?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/6901453878844969558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=6901453878844969558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6901453878844969558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/6901453878844969558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/marky-cielo.html' title='marky cielo'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7782979279800465572</id><published>2008-12-12T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:39:13.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalk</title><content type='html'>Natawa lang ako kanina, pagdaan ko sa whiteboard, may nakalagay na chalk. Wala lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7782979279800465572?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7782979279800465572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7782979279800465572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7782979279800465572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7782979279800465572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/chalk.html' title='chalk'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8103532218809141104</id><published>2008-12-07T14:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:53:21.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>Matagal din akong nawala kaya naisipan kong maglagay ng mga pictures na walang kwenta. &lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-07/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eto sila.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8103532218809141104?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8103532218809141104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8103532218809141104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8103532218809141104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8103532218809141104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-1900923533740157214</id><published>2008-12-06T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:37:21.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was not supposed to.. but i did.</title><content type='html'>I didn't eat my breakfast this morning,&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to.. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep while studying for a quiz,&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to.. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the street while the traffic light says go,&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to.. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;I came late to class and missed the quiz,&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to.. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mad at my friend,&lt;br /&gt;he acts like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I threw words I knew would hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to.. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking very hard,&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly he tripped me.&lt;br /&gt;My knees and my heart did bleed,&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to fall.. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Public admission? I don't think so. =P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-1900923533740157214?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/1900923533740157214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=1900923533740157214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1900923533740157214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/1900923533740157214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-not-supposed-to-but-i-did.html' title='i was not supposed to.. but i did.'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-3781153100156405785</id><published>2008-12-06T00:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:07:15.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Each of us has these two troubling sides: the first one which tells us what is right and what is wrong, the other that whispers what we want and what we don't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in the lobby when I saw them. Each of them carries a funny bag, the one with the funny shape. The bags were not the only things that fascinated me. Inside every one of them, out came magnificent pieces of wood, with strings attached to them. I also saw a stick, which I think they call a bow. I was looking for an arrow but I didn't find any. What I found is a metal stand for pieces of paper with absurd marks on them. As soon as they got ready, they made a funny pose and striked the funny pieces of wood with their funny-looking sticks. And then the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were there, you would've catched me staring blankly at them, not moving, not saying anything, not caring with anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were watching as they continuously striked those pieces of wood with their sticks, back and forth, like graceful dancers not wanting to stop. People kept coming to stop and listen. Their daily activities were temporarily forgotten. Everyone was under the spell of the fascinating creatures with the funny bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-07/Random10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;They&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stopped. &lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-12-07/Random11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;They&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; replaced the paper on the metal stands with another one. The bows started dancing again, back and forth. Tears fell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-3781153100156405785?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/3781153100156405785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=3781153100156405785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3781153100156405785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/3781153100156405785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/sounds.html' title='sounds'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7522602286755635839</id><published>2008-12-06T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:48:06.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nagbabalik ako</title><content type='html'>Random one-liners from my scratch notebook that I found somewhat funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ek. Garlic chips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nakakainis yung mga sinabawang tao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit may mga prof na hindi nagbibigay ng kopya ng powerpoint presentations nila, tapos yung kulay pa ng font nila yellow, orange, neon green, at puti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talaga bang may puting kalabaw?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kinikilig ako. Kinikilig uli ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pag ako ba nag-undergo sa hydrogenation, magiging carbocation ba ako?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabi ni ma'am ang alcohol daw depressant. Eh bakit yung mga depressed umiinom? Para lalong madepress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ako depressed o malungkot o nagwawala nung huling linggo ng Nobyembre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabaho kasi kilikili ng katabi ko sa comshop nun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magbabaha ng mga posts ngayon dahil okay na yung may-ari ng estupidong blog na ito. Para mabasa niyo lahat, tingnan ang archive para sa December. Malapit na ang pasko. Wag kalimutan ang aking regalo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7522602286755635839?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7522602286755635839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7522602286755635839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7522602286755635839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7522602286755635839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/nagbabalik-ako.html' title='nagbabalik ako'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8223587004224758879</id><published>2008-12-06T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:46:27.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Don't worry, I won't."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the right things to do hurt. I'm not allowed to speak, to move, to see, to hear, to feel. I'm forbidding myself to do so. It's tight in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8223587004224758879?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8223587004224758879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8223587004224758879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8223587004224758879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8223587004224758879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/chains.html' title='chains'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7622517496729539465</id><published>2008-12-06T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:45:35.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seat</title><content type='html'>Why is it like that? Sitting with Lyndon back there seemed pretty comfy unlike before. But now, I would rather sit beside Lyndon than sit beside him. What's happening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7622517496729539465?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7622517496729539465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7622517496729539465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7622517496729539465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7622517496729539465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/seat.html' title='seat'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-4291657043698272054</id><published>2008-12-06T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:41:46.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manhidism</title><content type='html'>Mahalaga ang masaktan ka para malaman mo kung may mali. Baka kasi mamatay ka na bago mo pa malaman na nauubos na ang dugo mo kasi may sugat ka pala sa likod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-4291657043698272054?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/4291657043698272054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=4291657043698272054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4291657043698272054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4291657043698272054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/manhidism.html' title='manhidism'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-196950055147183268</id><published>2008-12-06T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:44:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>level one</title><content type='html'>Have you ever played a game with a thousand levels, and while you were playing level 999, something happened and you were suddenly brought back to level one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back to level one, and too frustrated to even play this game again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-196950055147183268?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/196950055147183268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=196950055147183268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/196950055147183268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/196950055147183268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/level-one.html' title='level one'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-9171392389424613004</id><published>2008-12-06T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:43:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote unquote</title><content type='html'>"In school, we study lessons first before having tests. In life, we are tested first before we learn our lessons."&lt;br /&gt;- Theo class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-9171392389424613004?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/9171392389424613004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=9171392389424613004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/9171392389424613004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/9171392389424613004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/quote-unquote.html' title='quote unquote'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-966781803851978946</id><published>2008-12-06T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:03:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inaantok ka ba?</title><content type='html'>Bilang isang estudyante sa kolehiyo, iisa lang ang masasabi kong pinakamalakas kong kalaban sa buhay: ang antok. (Siyempre nandyan din yung katamaran saka yung maraming assignments saka mga libro saka mga professors na walang konsiderasyon saka yung finals saka midterms na lumalamon ng estudyante pero anong pakelam niyo eto yung gusto kong topic eh. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil makapal ang mukha ko at iniisip kong sapat na ang pinagdadaanan kong hirap sa kolehiyo para gumawa ng ganitong artikulo, magbibigay ako ng ilang kalokohan na hindi ko naman hinihiling na sundin niyo. Pero effective sila sa akin lalo na pag may hinahabol akong assignment o di naman kaya mahabang test kinabukasan. Kung may problema kayo sa antok at naniniwalang hindi sapat ang 24 hours sa isang araw, eto lang ang masasabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Unang-una syempre ang pag-inom ng kape. Laos na 'to kasi may mga taong naiimmune na sa pag-inom ng kape at sa halip na magising ay inaantok pa. Kapag uminom kayo ng kape at nakaramdam kayo ng antok, kaunting laban lang. Napansin ko kasi medyo matagal bago umepekto ang kape. Hintay kayo ng 20 minutes para umepekto, wag kayong papatalo sa antok. Saka ang kape, wala sa dami ng creamer at asukal yan. Haha. Hinay-hinay nga lang sa pag-inom at masama ang sobra niyan. Maghanda rin sa madalas na pagpunta sa CR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Milo. Oo tama, Milo. Pwede yung snack bar, pwede kayong mamapak. Pero beware kasi medyo magtatagal kayo sa CR pag nagkataon. Pero epektibo sa akin to. Dalawang sachet ng Milo isang gabi, swak na ako. Oo, pinapapak ko. Nagigising ako. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Calamansi. Kapag inaantok kayo sa klase, magdala kayo ng calamansi. Hindi ito yung tipo ng Ibong Adarna na hihiwain niyo yung sarili niyo tapos papatakan niyo ng calamansi yung sugat niyo ha (pero kung gusto niyo e di sige walang pumipigil sa'yo), eto lang ang gawin niyo. Subukan niyong pumiga ng isang calamansi sa dila ninyo, tapos, lunok. Tingnan ko lang kung hindi kayo mabuhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung ayaw niyo ng calamansi, suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Minsan epektibo rin ang pag-inom ng malamig o kaya naman mainit na tubig. Pero hindi siya masyadong reliable kasi nakatulog pa rin ako sa dining table nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kapag walang kwenta yung mga binanggit ko sa taas, eto na lang yung gawin niyo: jumping jacks. Pag desperado na ako ginagawa ko talaga yan sa dorm. Pag hindi ko pa natatapos yung chapter na dapat kong tapusin at pinapatay na ako ng antok, ginagawa ko yan. Epektib. Epektib talaga. Nirerekomenda ko yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pag naramdaman niyong may tutulong sipon habang kayo ay nagpupuyat kakaaral, wag magulat kung kulay pula ang lalabas. Dugo ang tawag doon at magpapanic ka. In short magigising ka pa lalo. O di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pero ang pinakamabisa talaga e, yung ayusin niyo ang oras niyo. Time management. Iwasan ang procrastination at cramming. Magkakasundo pa kayo ng antok at mabubuhay kayo ng maligaya sa kolehiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kagaguhan lang yung #8. Basta kolehiyo=cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Nag-iisip pa ako ng ilalagay ko dito. Wala na yata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-966781803851978946?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/966781803851978946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=966781803851978946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/966781803851978946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/966781803851978946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/12/inaantok-ka-ba.html' title='inaantok ka ba?'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-5612174876558443666</id><published>2008-11-21T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:43:05.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diary</title><content type='html'>I am very disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried from 2am to 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Nursing Week activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping an informal diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to type some of my rants from that notebook next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that they are too lucky to have someone like me to cry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE PERSON WHO'S READING THIS WHILE I'M TYPING, SHOO! (Comshop dramas. ARGH!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-5612174876558443666?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/5612174876558443666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=5612174876558443666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5612174876558443666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/5612174876558443666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/11/diary.html' title='diary'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8529627323301580584</id><published>2008-11-12T18:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:21:24.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kung ikaw ay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kung ikaw ay isang Tomasino..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alam mong hindi dapat in-uunderestimate ang kapangyarihan ng mga mini tsunamis na gawa ng mga bastos na sasakyan kapag baha.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kung hindi ka pa naiistranded sa UST, sabik kang ma-stranded dahil may libreng pagkain at sleep over sa campus.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hindi ka nagsi-sign of the cross sa harap ng main building.&lt;br /&gt;4. Alam mo kung bakit hindi pwedeng dumaan sa ilalim ng Arch of the Centuries hangga't hindi ka pa gumagraduate.&lt;br /&gt;5. Alam mo rin ang istorya ni Benavides at kung bakit siya nakaturo sa ibang campus.&lt;br /&gt;6. Alam mong hindi nila pinapatay ang fountain kahit umuulan na.&lt;br /&gt;7. Alam mong malamig sa library.&lt;br /&gt;8. Dumaan ka sa lovers' lane kung ikaw ay single para mafrustrate ka lalo.&lt;br /&gt;9. At ang huli, hindi mo kabisado ang UST hymn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kung ikaw ay taga Medicine Building..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nagtataka ka kung bakit pagkatapos ng 4th floor ay 6th floor kaagad.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sawa ka na sa kulay puti.&lt;br /&gt;3. Paranoid ka sa dumi.&lt;br /&gt;4. Alam mo ang amoy ng formalin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kung ikaw ay nagdodorm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alam mo ang itsura ng freezed mantika.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ayaw mo nang magluto.&lt;br /&gt;3. Magulo at walang kaayusan ang gamit mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kung ikaw ay si Marizen Legaspi..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Napapatunganga ka pag nakakakita ka ng mga taong naka-pink sa UST.&lt;br /&gt;2. Di ka pa nakakakain sa mga kainan sa carpark maliban sa KFC at Mcdo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Takot ka sa mga naka-maroon o kaya mga nakaputi na may kwelyong maroon na may mga dalang t-squares.&lt;br /&gt;4. At nagb-blog ka kahit may quiz ka bukas at may report ka sa Chemistry sa Biyernes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8529627323301580584?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8529627323301580584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8529627323301580584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8529627323301580584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8529627323301580584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/11/kung-ikaw-ay.html' title='kung ikaw ay..'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2441449135370597323</id><published>2008-11-09T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:18:43.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm pregnant!</title><content type='html'>A ghost will rape your dog tonight if you don't repost this with any of the given titles below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;3. She's pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;4. I love my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't leave me!&lt;br /&gt;7. She's insecure.&lt;br /&gt;8. YOU ARE A LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;9. F you!&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi mga tao, buntis daw ako. Kaya yung multong mangra-rape sa aso ko, please wag mo nang ituloy. Maawa ka naman sa aso ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanang mga chain messages 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samahan niyo ako sa aking misyon. Ang kitlin ang buhay ng mga taong nagpapadala/nagpopost ng mga chain messages. Sabi ko noon dumarami na ang populasyon ng mga emo kesa sa mga bakla. Mas malaki pa ata populasyon ng mga tangang nagrerepost o kaya nagpapadala ng mga chain messages sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano ba mangrarape o papatay ang mga salita? Bigyan niyo ako ng matinong sagot para tumigil na ako kaka-rant sa mga chain messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2441449135370597323?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2441449135370597323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2441449135370597323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2441449135370597323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2441449135370597323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-pregnant.html' title='i&apos;m pregnant!'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-7481831868378117828</id><published>2008-11-08T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:12:53.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notes: yung nasa notebook o yung nasa staff?</title><content type='html'>Kanina tinutugtog ko yung Turkish March ni Mozart (oo, di ko pa rin tapos yun) tapos bigla kong naisip na gusto ko talagang pumasok sa Conservatory of Music kahit pink yung uniform doon. Nagulo yung isip ko kaninang umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga ang gusto kong mangyari pagkatapos kong makatapos ng Nursing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka-set na ang sarili ko na magpatuloy sa Medicine, at kung hindi ako kayang pag-aralin ng mga magulang ko, magtatrabaho ako bilang nurse at pag nakaipon na, doon ako sasabak. Pagkatapos ng anim na taon sa Medisina, ipagpapatuloy ko ang pag-aaral para sa specialization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyon nga ba? Haha, teka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit Nursing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pre-med course.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallback course. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit Medicine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kapag nakatapos ako ng medisina, magiging doktor ako.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pwede akong makapagtrabaho sa Pilipinas, di tulad ng isang nurse, nasa ibang bansa ang ginhawa.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gusto ko sa Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;4. Makakatulong ako sa pamilya ko.&lt;br /&gt;5. May kakaiba akong pagmamahal sa puso, blood vessels, at dugo. Elementary pa lang kabisado ko na ang circulatory system. Iyon yung balak kong i-specialize pag gumraduate na ako.&lt;br /&gt;6. Baka doktor na rin yung mapangasawa ko. Hahaha. Di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit hindi Medicine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ayokong mag-aral nun. Mahirap. (Nursing pa nga lang hirap na hirap na ako.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Saka matagal. (6 years medicine + 4-5 years specialization.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Saka magastos. (100k na raw ngayon. Pag-graduate ko siguro, nasa 150k na yan. Isama mo pa yung mga libro na tig-5k.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hindi ko alam kung talagang gusto kong maging doktor. Pinipilit ko lang yata ang sarili ko dahil iyon ang praktikal na maging pangarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit Music?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nung pinalo ako sa puwet nung pinanganak ako kumanta na ako.&lt;br /&gt;2. Masarap mag-aral ng music. Iba yung nag-aaral ka para sa kaligayahan mo sa hinaharap kaysa sa nasa pag-aaral mo ang kaligayahan. In short, mahirap mag-Medicine pero maganda naman ang hinaharap mo. Kahit unsure ang kapalaran mo sa Music, nag-eenjoy ka naman habang nag-aaral ka.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sinisigaw ng Conservatory of Music ang pangalan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit hindi Music?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pag nag-aral na ako sa conservatory, malaki ang tsansa na hindi na ako mag-Medicine. Hello, ang tanda ko na noon magme-Med pa ako?&lt;br /&gt;2. Pag hindi ako nag-Med, hindi ako magiging doktor. Nurse ako. At ang mga nurses sa Pilipinas napipilitang mangibang bansa dahil nandoon ang ginhawa. Gusto kong dito magtrabaho. Pag hindi ako nag-Med, mapipilitan akong mangibang bansa.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bakit sinabi kong magiging nurse ako pag nag-music ako? Walang pera sa music eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mayaman lang talaga ako at hindi ko na kailangang magtrabaho sa hinaharap at mapapagtapos ko ang kapatid ko, hindi na ako nag-Nursing, pumasok na sana ako sa Conservatory of Music nang walang tanong-tanong. Nagbabasa sana ako ngayon ng mga nota kesa mga notes sa Anatomy at Physiology notebook ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-7481831868378117828?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/7481831868378117828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=7481831868378117828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7481831868378117828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/7481831868378117828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/11/notes-yung-nasa-notebook-o-yung-nasa.html' title='notes: yung nasa notebook o yung nasa staff?'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-4285357782605852100</id><published>2008-11-03T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:31:25.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bizarre love dodecagon</title><content type='html'>Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I get a shot right through&lt;br /&gt;Into a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;It's no problem of mine&lt;br /&gt;But it's a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;Living the life that I can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the final moment&lt;br /&gt;You say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get this way&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I'll get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-4285357782605852100?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/4285357782605852100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=4285357782605852100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4285357782605852100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4285357782605852100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/11/bizarre-love-dodecagon.html' title='bizarre love dodecagon'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-4997617405714424381</id><published>2008-11-03T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:58:37.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayang na first day ng second sem</title><content type='html'>Nasayang ang araw na ito. Pumasok ako ng alas-siete ng umaga para sabihan ng ala-una ng hapon na walang pasok. Wala kaming ginawa ng mga kasama ko kung hindi gumala, magtitigan, at manguha ng &lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-11-03/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Mga 1:30 pwede na akong umuwi, kaso naging 3:30 ang uwi ko kasi tumambay pa kami sa UST. Oo, hindi ako umuwi kaagad. Hayaan niyo na, first time naman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-4997617405714424381?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/4997617405714424381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=4997617405714424381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4997617405714424381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4997617405714424381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/11/sayang-na-first-day-ng-second-sem.html' title='sayang na first day ng second sem'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-2861655602691914142</id><published>2008-11-03T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:08:37.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romeo and juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Baket, lumabas bang kontrabida si Juliet?? At sa palagay mo may pakelam si Rosaline?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Irizh Sampang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At sa tingin niyo ba hindi lalala ang away ng mga Montague at ng mga Capulet pag nagka-ibigan si Romeo at si Juliet? Sumaya ba si Count Paris? Sumaya ba ang buong mundo? Yung dalawang bida lang ang natutuwa sa ginagawa nila. At sa tingin niyo ba mabubuhay silang dalawa kung ipaglalaban nila ang isa't isa? Pareho lang silang nag-suicide sa dulo ng istorya."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marizen Legaspi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sa tingin mo ba kung nagpakamartir si Romeo kay Rosaline magkakabati ang mga Montague at mga Capulet? Magkakaroon ba ng matinong istorya ang Romeo and Juliet? Sisikat ba si Shakespeare kung hindi niya pinatay yung dalawang bida? Sisikat ba ang Romeo and Juliet kung Romeo and Rosaline yung title? At anong pakelam ni Count Paris? Sauce lang yun sa fishball para lalong sumarap."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At sa tingin niyo bakit walang epekto ang pagbaba ng presyo ng langis sa pamasahe? Pero pag tumataas naman ang presyo ng langis, ang bilis nilang magtaas ng pamasahe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Marizen Legaspi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kasi pinipilit mo si Count Paris kay Juliet. Galit sa'yo si Juliet." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-2861655602691914142?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/2861655602691914142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=2861655602691914142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2861655602691914142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/2861655602691914142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/11/romeo-and-juliet.html' title='romeo and juliet'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-4389308459261801930</id><published>2008-11-02T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:58:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagbabalik</title><content type='html'>Nasa Maynila na uli ako. Isipin niyo yun? Papasok na ako bukas? Tapos na ang sembreak? Tapos na? Tapos na?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya lang ako magpopost ngayon, may ikukwento lang ako. Kahapon, dinalaw namin ang puntod ng aking lolo at lola sa Mariveles. May nakita akong isang batang lalaki na may hawak na maliit na basket ng mga bulaklak. Huminto siya sa isang parte doon sa memorial. Inilapag niya ang bulaklak at umupo doon, hawak-hawak ang payong na tanging pananggalang niya sa araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang may humaplos sa puso ko noon, oo kahit corny ganon talaga ang naramdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinseridad. Nakita ko sa batang iyon ang sinseridad. Mas kaaya-aya siyang tingnan kaysa sa mga tao na mga nasa museleo at nagkakainan ng spaghetti na may kasama pang Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala niyo pa ba ang araw na bumalik kami ng mga kaklase ko noong high school sa aming paaralan nang naka-uniporme? Naiupload na ni Erika Cabreta ang pictures namin at makikita niyo ang pictures sa &lt;a href="http://s290.photobucket.com/albums/ll251/neziram/2008-11-02/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;webpage na ito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-4389308459261801930?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/4389308459261801930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=4389308459261801930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4389308459261801930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/4389308459261801930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/11/pagbabalik.html' title='pagbabalik'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543426359499537641.post-8140301586687784482</id><published>2008-10-31T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:25:13.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>squashed</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543426359499537641-8140301586687784482?l=neziram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/feeds/8140301586687784482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543426359499537641&amp;postID=8140301586687784482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8140301586687784482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543426359499537641/posts/default/8140301586687784482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neziram.blogspot.com/2008/10/squashed.html' title='squashed'/><author><name>anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
