<?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-8343927194665023475</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:35:05.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leng's Trashbin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7795651197479930002</id><published>2009-04-06T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:07:00.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NINANG CHIE. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As if she can read this. Har-har!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay. I'm sleeping&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na&lt;/span&gt;. Headaches!&lt;br&gt;Rawr!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7795651197479930002?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7795651197479930002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7795651197479930002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7795651197479930002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7795651197479930002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-i-sleep.html' title='Before I sleep...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7912988542036629626</id><published>2009-04-06T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:04:00.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habitual already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME CHECK: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3:04 AM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAUSE: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GRAND CHASE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First Audition. Now Grand Chase. What's next?&lt;br&gt;I'm getting used to this already. Grrr.&lt;br&gt;Bad? You tell. Harhar!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7912988542036629626?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7912988542036629626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7912988542036629626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7912988542036629626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7912988542036629626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/habitual-already.html' title='Habitual already.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-4459344675993049934</id><published>2009-04-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:22:00.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SdnYGAoKCs8AAHOhphs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SdnYGAoKCs8AAHOhphs1/DSCF6204.JPG?et=eqJZBhZIC7LoCVPO2ujLIA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;REALLY, HUH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;A basic question for a person like me. I'm not fond of wearing them, actually. That's because of the eyeglasses I'm wearing everyday. But because of my exposure to my sister's conio-tic acts, I think I'm persuaded. Ha-ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Today's an ordinary day actually. I took pictures and bla-bla-bla! Check out my photos for other shady pics. LOL. I guess I'm loving this kind of activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Shadddyy! Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-4459344675993049934?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4459344675993049934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=4459344675993049934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4459344675993049934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4459344675993049934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-3630055421910029564</id><published>2009-04-05T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:25:00.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Grand Chase-ness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SdjbjgoKCs8AACPKj1Q1/gc1.gif?et=y43HNne9n7ZW43gpyQZQ8Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;MEET MY GRAND CHASE CHARACTER... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LENGSKII&lt;/span&gt;. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Along with her subcharacters. Hahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sdjb2QoKCs8AACPKj4Y1/gc2.gif?et=vmd2kOpEAg1vB5vWJbj%2Bsw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;Meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lengskii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" size="3"&gt;ELESIS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Knight in Shining &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; Armor. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-3630055421910029564?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3630055421910029564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=3630055421910029564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3630055421910029564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3630055421910029564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-grand-chase-ness.html' title='Some Grand Chase-ness...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2167575225305906955</id><published>2009-04-05T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:16:00.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who started this anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SdjZpwoKCs8AAFzfnvI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SdjZpwoKCs8AAFzfnvI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SdjZpwoKCs8AAFzfnvI1/GrandChase20090405-234612.JPG?et=ec7hlUsWow2zBufAwU3e1g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe there's a new game in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It isn't really new, but this is the first time I tried playing it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hellooo Grand Chase~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The game is cute. It reminds me of Ragnarok (because of the skills) and arcade games like Tekken/Street Fighter (because of the controls). I bought the installer at Robinson's Metro East along with Left for Dead. I need new games this summer; boredom is still the reason for it all. But I didn't expect I'll be making my way to dreamland in the wee hours of the morning. Harr harr.&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SdjZpwoKCs8AAFzfnvI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SdjZpwoKCs8AAFzfnvI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 221px;height: 229px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SdjaeQoKCs8AAHqnR0s1/arme.jpg?et=wv3VmhTGrs8VX0MdCf41hg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my favorite character: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arme&lt;/span&gt; the Magician. As usual, my in-game nickname is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Lengskii&lt;/span&gt;. Ha-ha! I'm very much delighted with Arme's skills and physical appearance, as well as the Knight (I forgot the name).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not into archers since Ragnarok. That's why I didn't pay much attention to my Archer character. Ha-ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well. Good luck to me. I'm hooked already!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2167575225305906955?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2167575225305906955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2167575225305906955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2167575225305906955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2167575225305906955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-started-this-anyway.html' title='Who started this anyway?'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2191908088617621107</id><published>2009-04-05T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:14:00.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Call. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my first time to use &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;UnliCalls Nyt&lt;/span&gt; by Globe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I should say that this first time is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUUPPERRR SULIT&lt;/span&gt;. :) I was having an irritating time while waiting for 11 PM. I want to try this promo already since I've given the people I will call an early notice. And I also asked Conrad to load me 25 pesos for the maintaining balance. I am hoping that everything will be worth it. Ha-ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it was. At first I was worried because I don't know if there is an additional number to be dialed before making a call. But since there's no information regarding that in the confirmation message, I assumed that I just need to dial the number. I did. Then it happened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first person I called was Conrad. And as usual, I've been blabbing about the dream I had last night. It's really relaxing when you are chatting through voice rather than through text or computer. I was busy talking when I realized that I asked Joana not to sleep so that I could call her. I told Conrad I'll call him later 'coz I need to call Joana already. He agreed and dialed Joana's number.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I thought Joana was already asleep. But she wasn't. We talked about the same thing as Conrad and I did, but with a different twist. The topics that were opened were all about her and the outing. Thank you. Ha-ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then I tried the conference call Zeus was talking about the night before. I was curious about it so I tried. I asked Joana to hold the call. Then I made a new call: Conrad. Then the moment he answered, I browsed my phone's menu and clicked on Conference. So there really is a function like that. Niceee. :) It worked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every 15 minutes, the calls made will be cut off. Unluckily, our conference was cut because of that. I decided to call Zeus at that time. He's been talking about the pains he had because of his stiffed neck while I was joking around the entire time. He opened about the conference call and asked about Joana. That gave me an idea. I called Joana and let the three of us talk. Well, it's good luck to us if we can understand what each had said. Harr. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then I called Conrad. So, now, there are four of us in the conference. Whatever we talked about, though logical or not, it's been fun. We ended talking by 2:30 AM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sheesh~! It's Palm Sunday already. Call time of 5:30 AM. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two hours&lt;/span&gt; of sleep. Great. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2191908088617621107?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2191908088617621107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2191908088617621107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2191908088617621107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2191908088617621107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference-call.html' title='Conference Call. :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6079815797013353180</id><published>2009-04-03T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:42:59.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guy's Turn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SdgL0woKCs8AAFkU9J81"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 457px;height: 341px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SdgL0woKCs8AAFkU9J81/yey.jpg?et=b2sixgEa7UcN2F5KppHY%2BQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my new character: &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mongskiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Level 1 Stiffy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I've been wondering what it would be like to have a guy character in Audition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Seems like wondering stops now. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6079815797013353180?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6079815797013353180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6079815797013353180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6079815797013353180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6079815797013353180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/guy-turn.html' title='A Guy&amp;#39;s Turn.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8112225372448158118</id><published>2009-04-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:22:52.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit gising pa ako?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8112225372448158118?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8112225372448158118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8112225372448158118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8112225372448158118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8112225372448158118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/bakit-gising-pa-ako.html' title='Bakit gising pa ako?'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2557895875967014388</id><published>2009-04-01T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:04:00.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi ka naman adik POLENG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAKATAPOS KO LANG MAG-AUDITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At hindi ko alam kung bakit ako inabot ng ganitong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;ORAS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Masakit na ang kanang kamay ko.&lt;br&gt;May laro pa ako mamaya.&lt;font style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;4:04 AM NA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2557895875967014388?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2557895875967014388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2557895875967014388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2557895875967014388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2557895875967014388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/04/hindi-ka-naman-adik-poleng.html' title='Hindi ka naman adik POLENG.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2313737162538052933</id><published>2009-04-01T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:50:00.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang sagot ngunit walang katanungan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Isip ko'y lumilipad sa bawat minutong nagdaan&lt;br&gt;Ideya'y walang pinagmulan, walang patutunguhan&lt;br&gt;Tanging alaala lang ng masayang tagpo&lt;br&gt;Ang pumupukaw sa isip at damdamin ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matagal kong inasam ang mga naganap&lt;br&gt;Bawat damdami'y nadama ng kaluluwang buwag&lt;br&gt;Sa isang saglit, lahat ay nabuo&lt;br&gt;Isang pangarap, isang dalangin, ang nagkatotoo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Minsa'y humiling ng isang pagkikita&lt;br&gt;Isang huling tingin sa kanyang mga mata&lt;br&gt;Ang muling pagtama nito ay pamamaalam&lt;br&gt;Upang mahinto ang damdaming nag-aalab&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngunit sa dalanging ito'y iba ang naging takbo&lt;br&gt;Ng mga planong nakalaan sa tagpong ito&lt;br&gt;Kamay niya'y dumampi sa mga palad ko&lt;br&gt;Tila bula ang mga nais mangyari ng abang puso ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isip ko'y sumisigaw ng pamamaalam&lt;br&gt;Puso'y bumubulong ng kabaligtaran&lt;br&gt;Handa ko bang iwan ang mga pinaniniwalaan ko&lt;br&gt;Para sa isang taong bumabatikos dito?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isip ay patuloy na nagugulumihanan&lt;br&gt;Kung dapat pa bang ipagpatuloy ang naumpisahang kahibangan&lt;br&gt;Ngunit ang sagot ay di pa rin alintana&lt;br&gt;Dahil ang ligaya ng nakaraan ang sa alaala'y sariwa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ilang minuto na ang nagdaan, wala pa ring nagbago&lt;br&gt;Mga iniisip ay di pa rin alam kung saan patungo&lt;br&gt;Hahayaan na lang muna ang nais ng tadhana&lt;br&gt;Kung mapapahinuhod ba o tuluyang tutuligsa...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ang tulang ito'y isinulat noong unang semestre ng SY 2008-2009 ni Paulene Duque para sa isang taong kahit papaano'y naging magandang bahagi ng kanyang buhay sa kabila ng malaking pagkakaiba ng paniniwala nila..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; 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Extremely bored.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This boredom is already leading to a neurotic state of mind. My right hand gets tired easily and I've been dreaming and daydreaming about things taking forms of the four-directional arrows. Sooner or later, my keyboard's spacebar will turn loose; the arrow keys will be distorted. And me? I will become a monster. Finishing a dance move of 178 BPM in Dynamic 4 (for sure that's a lucky strike and a BAD move as well); finishing a Crazy Move of 136 BPM; and botting. That's the me of the present. But in the future, hello LOVE MODE. :]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope the boredom stops. I don't want to become an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDICTED&lt;/span&gt; individual.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2670538337253159135?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2670538337253159135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2670538337253159135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2670538337253159135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2670538337253159135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/neurosis-is-severe-mental-disorder-that.html' title='Neurosis is a severe mental disorder that requires hospitalization.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7459861893165915557</id><published>2009-03-30T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:39:25.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've heard about Chip Tsao.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For once in my life, I've also decided to do everything I can for the welfare of my country. It even came to the point that I wished to be one of those progressive organizations in our university to prove my nationalism. But it came to my thoughts that there is another way to show your devotion to the land in which you were born. I'm totally aware of the vision our national hero had for us: the youth will be the hope of our Fatherland. And I guess this simple reaction will serve as the symbol of truth to what I previously stated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am deeply insulted to what the Hong Kong columnist Chip Tsao had written in his article for the magazine he's working for. Although I do not belong to the group of people he's pertaining to, which is the overseas Filipino workers, one thing is for sure. I am also a Filipino. Whatever statement/s he had stated in his article, every Filipino citizen is hurt. How dare him treat our OFWs like that. If not for the crisis we've been suffering here in the Philippines, they would not have gone abroad to work. Who wants to be away from their family? One of the Filipino customs which makes us stand out to other communities is our love for our family. If our OFWs had a choice, they wouldn't work in an alien place. As much as possible they want to stay here. But, like I've said, because of their affection they want the best for their families. That's why they sacrificed the time and worked hard so they can earn money for their families in the Philippines.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Philippines is a nation of servants? Filipinos worked so hard in their country even if they are homesick and sad. They contributed a lot in the Hong Kong community and this is the "thanks" they get? Who would want to be called a servant? If the OFWs only had a choice, as I have said, they wouldn't fly to a place like that to where they showed their full effort and hardship only to be called a servant. And Mr. Tsao calls himself as a patriotic Chinese? That his fellowmen are the source of the Filipino's income and success? Excuse me. If Mr. Tsao would have been in the Philippines, he should be aware that there are Chinese businessmen who visit our country to sell their goods. And who are the consumers? The Filipinos. Their business wouldn't be a blast here if not for us. As for the Spratly islands, that wouldn't be enough to be a basis of racial discrimination to our Filipino workers abroad. He shouldn't have delinquently stepped on the character of a Filipino like that. It's definitely unreasonable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A public apology may be enough to resolve this issue between the publishers of the said magazine and Mr. Tsao. But the damage has been done. If a single sorry can make up for any offense made, what's the use of defense? What I'm trying to say here, even if the sincerity of the apology surfaces, the impact of the words written, is now engraved in the Filipino's hearts.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7459861893165915557?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7459861893165915557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7459861893165915557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7459861893165915557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7459861893165915557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-heard-about-chip-tsao.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve heard about Chip Tsao.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2449101226716398105</id><published>2009-03-30T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:42:49.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War At Home (Chip Tsao) : A Repost from Kesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="suicideforbeginners" author_possessive="suicideforbeginners'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://hk-magazine.com/sites/default/files/image/chip%20tsaoClipping.JPG" alt="" align="right" border="0" height="374" width="200"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout “China, Madam/Sir” loudly whenever they hear the word “Spratly.” They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, “Long live Chairman Mao!” at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chip Tsao is a best-selling author and columnist. A former reporter for the BBC, his columns have also appeared in Apple Daily, Next Magazine and CUP Magazine, among others.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2449101226716398105?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2449101226716398105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2449101226716398105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2449101226716398105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2449101226716398105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/war-at-home-chip-tsao-repost-from-kesso.html' title='War At Home (Chip Tsao) : A Repost from Kesso'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6684015058383786807</id><published>2009-03-27T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:06:00.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Krizette. :) It's true.</title><content type='html'>You need to feel a bit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;deprived&lt;/span&gt; at times,&lt;br&gt;a bit lonely.&lt;br&gt;and in a way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;incomplete&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br&gt;because if you've got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; here on earth,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;would you still look up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;?   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6684015058383786807?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6684015058383786807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6684015058383786807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6684015058383786807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6684015058383786807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-krizette-it-true.html' title='From Krizette. :) It&amp;#39;s true.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-552388031771582901</id><published>2009-03-27T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:39:00.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU CAME TO ME ON A SUMMER BREEZE. :)</title><content type='html'>1.Would your parents be mad if you were in a relationship?&lt;br&gt;* They're not mad naman ngayon e. ^__^&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;2.If you could cuddle with anyone right now, who would you pick?&lt;br&gt;* Siyempre si Ney q.. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;3.Person you last sent a text to?&lt;br&gt;* Raymond. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;4.What's irritating you right now?&lt;br&gt;* Nandemonai (Nothing).&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;5.How many kids do you want?&lt;br&gt;* 2 lang.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;6.What were you up to at 11pm last night?&lt;br&gt;* I'm watching White Album. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;7.What happened at 10:00 am today?&lt;br&gt;* I cried.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;8.How many hours did you sleep last night?&lt;br&gt;* 8 hours.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;9.Does anyone call you baby?&lt;br&gt;* None.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;10.Did you hug anyone today?&lt;br&gt;* Rayne. Mama Mary. Sto. Nino. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;11.Are you in a good mood?&lt;br&gt;* Yes. Finally. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;12.Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br&gt;* No one. It's Rayne actually.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;13.What are you listening to?&lt;br&gt;* Nothing.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;14.Do you love someone right now?&lt;br&gt;* I always do. :) &lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;15.Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;br&gt;* Yes. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;16.Do you wear eye-glasses?&lt;br&gt;* Yes. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;17.Are you there for your friends?&lt;br&gt;* Of course. I always am. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;18.Do you get along w/ girls?&lt;br&gt;* Yup. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;19.Do you get 8 hours of sleep everyday?&lt;br&gt;* I think so, since it's vacation already. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;20.Are you a forgiving person?&lt;br&gt;* I think so.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;21.How is life going for you right now?&lt;br&gt;* Topsy-turvy. ^^&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;22.Do you believe what goes around comes around?&lt;br&gt;* Yes. KARMA does exist. *as Mhine said.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;23.Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br&gt;* My family. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;24.When was the last time you saw your dad?&lt;br&gt;* Lately.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;25.Are you mad about anything?&lt;br&gt;* No.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;26.Do you miss anyone?&lt;br&gt;* Yes. :) Miss you ney! :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;27.What was the last thing you did?&lt;br&gt;* Played Audition.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;28.Do you hate being alone?&lt;br&gt;* Probably. Yes. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;29.Do you drink more water or juice?&lt;br&gt;* Water.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;30.Are you the same person as you were at the beginning of 2008?&lt;br&gt;* No. Definitely not.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;31.When was the last time you felt like your heart was actually breaking?&lt;br&gt;* Lately.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;32.Do you hate it when people smoke around you?&lt;br&gt;* No.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;33.Is there someone you will never forget?&lt;br&gt;* Of course.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;34.Where’s the girl/guy you love right now?&lt;br&gt;* Here in my heart. :) Banat un.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;35.Do you like waking up in the morning to find that you have new texts?&lt;br&gt;* Yes. Especially if it's from Ney. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;36.Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br&gt;* Both.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;37.Do you love someone right now?&lt;br&gt;* Of course I do. I always do actually. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;38.Can you keep a secret?&lt;br&gt;* Yes.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;39.Are you open with your feelings to people?&lt;br&gt;* It depends on theperson.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;40.What are you thinking right now?&lt;br&gt;* I'm really thankful to God. :)&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;41.Does your profile song have any significance?&lt;br&gt;* Yes. :) I'll never go far away from you; even the sky will tell you that I need you so.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;42.Do you have trouble deleting your text messages?&lt;br&gt;* Nope. They're few. ^^   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-552388031771582901?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/552388031771582901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=552388031771582901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/552388031771582901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/552388031771582901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-came-to-me-on-summer-breeze.html' title='YOU CAME TO ME ON A SUMMER BREEZE. :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-3952727686667081255</id><published>2009-03-27T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:54:01.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Psalm 34:17-22&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When the righteous cry for help, the LORD hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles.&lt;br&gt;The LORD is near to the brokenhearted, and saves the crushed in spirit.&lt;br&gt;Many are the afflictions of the righteous; but the LORD delivers him out of them all. He keeps all his bones; not one of them is broken.&lt;br&gt;Evil shall slay the wicked; and those who hate the righteous will be condemned.&lt;br&gt;The LORD redeems the life of his servants; none of those who take refuge in him will be condemned.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-3952727686667081255?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3952727686667081255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=3952727686667081255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3952727686667081255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3952727686667081255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/believe-in-god.html' title='Believe in God.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-1313795022086888170</id><published>2009-03-25T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:41:00.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought that the HEART and BODY could be that VIOLENT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am through watching School Days. It's true; what Nicho and Kenneth and Kate said. I shouldn't have watched it. It's so.. vicious. Right after watching it makes me wanna puke. Eew. Really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well I guess, you need to watch it so you can relate. Aargh. It gave me the goosebumps. Whew!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-1313795022086888170?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1313795022086888170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=1313795022086888170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1313795022086888170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1313795022086888170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-never-thought-that-heart-and-body.html' title='I never thought that the HEART and BODY could be that VIOLENT...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8048304992019371370</id><published>2009-03-24T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:09:00.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Coz we were both young when I first saw you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NUNG BATA KA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Naglalaro ka ba ng Langit Lupa?&lt;br&gt;* Oo naman. Patayan pa nga nun eh. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Natatandaan mo pa ba ang kanta sa Monkey Monkey?&lt;br&gt;* Ano yung Monkey Monkey? Wahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Saan ka mahilig magtago pag naglalaro kayo ng Taguan?&lt;br&gt;* Sa likod ng statue ni St. Benilde. Hehe. :) Nung elementary pa kasi namin nilalaro to e.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Hanggang saang bahagi ng katawan ang abot mong talunin pag naglalaro ka ng 10-20?&lt;br&gt;* Hanggang bewang. Yung Number 4. Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Nagkasugat ka na ba dahil sa maling pagtalon sa larong Luksong Baka?&lt;br&gt;* Naku. Hindi ako magaling sa Luksong Baka. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Ilang tsinelas na ang napudpod mo sa paglalaro ng Tumbang Preso?&lt;br&gt;* Wala. Iba-ibang tsinelas gamit ko e. Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Ano ang madalas mong pamato sa Piko?&lt;br&gt;* Yung bato na galing sa Puerto Galera. Flat kasi. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Hanggang anong oras kayo inaabot pag naglalaro kayo ng Patintero?&lt;br&gt;* Ewan ko. Basta alam ko pag nataya na ko, ayawan na. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Saan niyo nilalaro ang Shato?&lt;br&gt;* Anong Shato?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Ano ang madalas na \"base\" niyo sa larong Agawan Base?&lt;br&gt;* Yung poste yata sa volleyball court. Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Hanggang ilang jackstones ang kaya mong pulutin sa isang talbog ng bola sa larong Jackstones?&lt;br&gt;* Lahat ata. Yabang e noh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Ginagamit mo ba ang itim na stick para panungkit sa larong Pick Up Sticks?&lt;br&gt;* Hindi. Kung ano ang available edi yun! Wala namang pinagkaiba eh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Saang grupo ka madalas pag naglalaro ng Cops and Robbers? Sa Cops o Robbers?&lt;br&gt;* Ano yan? Hehehe. I'm not familiar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Madalas ka bang maging taya sa larong Habulan?&lt;br&gt;* Hindi. Hindi naman ako iyong binubully e. Hahahaha. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Repost from Lunte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8048304992019371370?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8048304992019371370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8048304992019371370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8048304992019371370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8048304992019371370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-were-both-young-when-i-first-saw-you.html' title='&amp;#39;Coz we were both young when I first saw you...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7168911126427924831</id><published>2009-03-23T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:58:00.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashcrashcrash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have all the reasons to be sentimental and lonely.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'm starting to hate it. I don't want to be emo no more. I've been through this stage once and I don't want to ever go back to being like that ever again. And yet, I'm beginning to trace every event in my life capable of pointing back to the previous me. I hate it. This is the exact reason why I'm always left alone. I don't wanna be left behind again. Never. My dreams, the person I love, the people I treasure, will they all do that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are reasons to think of it that way. Yes, my dreams may crash down now. The person I love can choose to leave. The people around me can find me boring and might leave me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt; is always there. As well as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;. I believe in that. And that would not make me sentimental or lonely or anything.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7168911126427924831?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7168911126427924831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7168911126427924831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7168911126427924831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7168911126427924831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/crashcrashcrash.html' title='Crashcrashcrash.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-284310191033575536</id><published>2009-03-22T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:47:38.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This love is just too strong to just fade away into the night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just finished watching One More Chance the second time around.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first time I watched this movie was last 2007 when it was first shown on-screen. The truth was I never realized what the movie tries to relay until now. That time all I was thinking about is the hurt one will feel if the person very close to your heart will choose to leave you behind. But the reason behind that leaving is for him/her to love himself more so that he/she can love you wholeheartedly without any doubts and hesitations. To realize what he/she really feels about you and love you all over again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What happened two years ago was that I bear in mind the feeling of loneliness; being alone, with no one to share your life with. And after that, I was living with the fear of being left behind. The principle that led me away from the world where I can be happy; the world of love, trust and respect. The same thing is happening all over again and will I still be the same as before? Running away from the problem, thinking of my own feelings and being selfish? It's true and it's natural for you to regret everything you've done to maintain something. But what's worse is you keep doing it, unmindful of the what others think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Give yourself a break. A chance. Maybe it's time for you to explore yourself even more. Try to wait. Try to be strong. Learn to believe. Find yourself which had been lost when you started entrusting it to others. And maybe if you had done that, you're ready to love all over again. With no hindrances. No doubts nor fear.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-284310191033575536?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/284310191033575536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=284310191033575536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/284310191033575536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/284310191033575536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-love-is-just-too-strong-to-just.html' title='This love is just too strong to just fade away into the night...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2999617293180252344</id><published>2009-03-21T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:51:00.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The test I think you'd like to take. :))</title><content type='html'>This is a repost from Marvie. :) It's worth trying anyway. ^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Direction: Start off with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Smoked.&lt;br&gt;2. Drank alcohol&lt;br&gt;3. Cried when someone died.&lt;br&gt;4. Been drunk.&lt;br&gt;5. Had sex.&lt;br&gt;6. Been to a concert.&lt;br&gt;7. Gotten/given a handjob.&lt;br&gt;8. Gotten/given a blowjob.&lt;br&gt;9. Been verbally/sexually harassed.&lt;br&gt;10. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MY PERCENTAGE SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;: 93%. Imagine! Harhar. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;br&gt;12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.&lt;br&gt;13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfrend before.&lt;br&gt;14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br&gt;15. Been to prom.&lt;br&gt;16. Cried at school.&lt;br&gt;17. Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.&lt;br&gt;18. Went streaking.&lt;br&gt;19. Given or received a lap dance.&lt;br&gt;20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MY PERCENTAGE SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;: 88% now. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.&lt;br&gt;22. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.&lt;br&gt;23. Kissed a stranger.&lt;br&gt;24. Hugged a stranger.&lt;br&gt;25. Went scuba diving.&lt;br&gt;26. Driven a car.&lt;br&gt;27. Gotten an x-ray.&lt;br&gt;28. Hit by a car.&lt;br&gt;29. Had a party&lt;br&gt;30. Done serious drugs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MY PERCENTAGE SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;: 86% pippo. ^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. Played strip poker/darts.&lt;br&gt;32. Got paid to strip for someone.&lt;br&gt;33. Run away from home.&lt;br&gt;34. Broken a bone.&lt;br&gt;35. Eaten sushi.&lt;br&gt;36. Bought porn.&lt;br&gt;37. Watched porn.&lt;br&gt;38. Made porn.&lt;br&gt;39. Had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br&gt;40. Been in love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MY PERCENTAGE SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;: 83% it is!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;41. Frenched kissed.&lt;br&gt;42. Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;br&gt;43. Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br&gt;44. Laughed yourself to sleep&lt;br&gt;45. Stabbed yourself.&lt;br&gt;46. Shot a gun&lt;br&gt;47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.&lt;br&gt;48. Been online for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br&gt;49. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br&gt;50. Watched an animal die.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MY PERCENTAGE SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;: God it's 77% already!~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;51. Watched a person die.&lt;br&gt;52. Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.&lt;br&gt;53. Pranked somebody&lt;br&gt;54. Put somebody in the hospital.&lt;br&gt;55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.&lt;br&gt;56. Kissed somebody of the same sex.&lt;br&gt;57. Dressed punk.&lt;br&gt;58. Dressed goth.&lt;br&gt;59. Dressed preppy.&lt;br&gt;60. Been to a motocross race.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MY PERCENTAGE SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;: 72% and still counting.. ^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;61. Avoided somebody.&lt;br&gt;62. Been stalked.&lt;br&gt;63. Stalked someone.&lt;br&gt;64. Met a celebrity.&lt;br&gt;65. Played an instrument.&lt;br&gt;66. Ridden a horse.&lt;br&gt;67. Cut yourself.&lt;br&gt;68. Bungee jumped.&lt;br&gt;69. Ding dong ditched somebody.&lt;br&gt;70. Been to a wild party.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MY PERCENTAGE SO FAR:&lt;/span&gt; 67% for now...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;71. Got caught stealing something.&lt;br&gt;72. Kicked/punched a guy in the balls.&lt;br&gt;73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.&lt;br&gt;74. Gone out with your friend's crush.&lt;br&gt;75. Got arrested.&lt;br&gt;76. Been pregnant.&lt;br&gt;77. Babysat.&lt;br&gt;78. Been to another country.&lt;br&gt;79. Started your house on fire.&lt;br&gt;80. Had an encounter with a ghost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MY PERCENTAGE SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;: And it's 65%...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;81. Donated your hair to cancer patients.&lt;br&gt;82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by.&lt;br&gt;83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br&gt;84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over or 3 months.&lt;br&gt;85. Sat on your butt all day.&lt;br&gt;86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.&lt;br&gt;87. Had a job.&lt;br&gt;88. Gotten cut from a sports team.&lt;br&gt;89. Been called a whore.&lt;br&gt;90. Danced like a whore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MY PERCENTAGE SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;: 59% people and for the final score...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;91. Been mistaken for a celebrity.&lt;br&gt;92. Been in a car accident.&lt;br&gt;93. Been told you have beautiful eyes.&lt;br&gt;94. Been told you have beautiful hair.&lt;br&gt;95. Raped somebody.&lt;br&gt;96. Danced in the rain.&lt;br&gt;97. Been rejected.&lt;br&gt;98. Walked out of a restaurant without paying.&lt;br&gt;99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.&lt;br&gt;100. Been raped.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="3"&gt;54% going once, going twice! 54% virgin it is! :D Ha-ha!&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2999617293180252344?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2999617293180252344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2999617293180252344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2999617293180252344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2999617293180252344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/test-i-think-you-like-to-take.html' title='The test I think you&amp;#39;d like to take. :))'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2285840388178583288</id><published>2009-03-20T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:00:02.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taurusian for now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have a deep understanding of why someone is acting kind of funny right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People have been acting differently around you lately, and you are finally starting to get a deep understanding about why that might be the case -- it's because you have not been acting like yourself! Maybe you've been trying to be the person you think that other people want you to be, but all anyone really wants is the real you, the genuine article. So relax today and say what you want to say -- not what you think other people want to hear. Things will get back to normal soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think so. Maybe I was trying a little too hard. *sigh*&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2285840388178583288?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2285840388178583288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2285840388178583288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2285840388178583288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2285840388178583288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/taurusian-for-now.html' title='Taurusian for now...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5565902764180168952</id><published>2009-03-20T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:18:14.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ai wo shinjite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When there's no way out of the darkness you feel, learn to trust in love. For love never runs out. Even if you have the slightest feeling of doubt, it will still be there, guiding you all the way through. Love will be your strength to go on, it will never leave you alone. Though at times you think it's love's fault that you are now broken, think again. It is the only way to start all over again, love is the key to open your eyes to the reality that we are all made to be happy. We have no reason to be sad nor feel alone. Our lives are accompanied by different entities, whether good or bad. It is up to us on how we will accept our fate; but never forget to trust in love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5565902764180168952?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5565902764180168952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5565902764180168952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5565902764180168952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5565902764180168952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/ai-wo-shinjite.html' title='ai wo shinjite...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-4222656017622796178</id><published>2009-03-19T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:17:05.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"If you think you're going to be sad, and put on a sad face...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something sad will actually happen&lt;/span&gt;."   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-4222656017622796178?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4222656017622796178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=4222656017622796178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4222656017622796178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4222656017622796178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/ponder.html' title='Ponder.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-600689546004140854</id><published>2009-03-19T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:15:36.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk home with a smile on my face, searching for that answer i lost sometime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Still watching EF: A Tale of Melodies. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-600689546004140854?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/600689546004140854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=600689546004140854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/600689546004140854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/600689546004140854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-walk-home-with-smile-on-my-face.html' title='I walk home with a smile on my face, searching for that answer i lost sometime...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-4736637380187553501</id><published>2009-03-18T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:00:00.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I can't sleep til you're next to me; no i can't live without you no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been like this since last week. I'm prone to insomnia already! Waah! Hope not, hope not! All I've been doing is play, surf and edit. No eating, no sleeping. Aargh. I hope I can sleep already.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whoa. I can feel it! My lids are falling. I'm falling asleep! :)) I hope so. I hope so! xD Obviously, I'm hyperactive once more. Geez.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-4736637380187553501?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4736637380187553501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=4736637380187553501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4736637380187553501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4736637380187553501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-i-can-sleep-til-you-next-to-me.html' title='Because I can&amp;#39;t sleep til you&amp;#39;re next to me; no i can&amp;#39;t live without you no more.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8686379600103577089</id><published>2009-03-18T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:52:00.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever you're in my heart, even if we're apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ka-chat ko si Aiza ngayon. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang saya. Miss ko na siya e! Parang kailan lang nung hinatid namin ng S2PAJO siya sa airport. Pero hindi pa rin ako fulfilled dahil hindi ko pa nakikita iyong webcam niya! Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8686379600103577089?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8686379600103577089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8686379600103577089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8686379600103577089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8686379600103577089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/forever-you-in-my-heart-even-if-we.html' title='Forever you&amp;#39;re in my heart, even if we&amp;#39;re apart.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2379009842124049827</id><published>2009-03-18T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:13:09.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation is dissolution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;HIDING is DARKNESS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2379009842124049827?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2379009842124049827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2379009842124049827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2379009842124049827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2379009842124049827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/anticipation-is-dissolution.html' title='Anticipation is dissolution...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-1176131759505535344</id><published>2009-03-17T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:56:14.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry me Juliet, you never have to be alone. I love you, and that's all I really know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you got nothing to do, sit in front of the computer. It's been raining cats and dogs lately and I found it hard to go to school. Yet, I did. We finally got our class cards for OS, Psychology and Economics. Thank God I passed. All I did was pray for a 2.5 for Economics and I was blessed. I still have a chance to graduate with honors. What I'm thinking about now is my grade in Physics. Actually, we all do. But we hope for the best. Really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Taylor Swift's song is my current LSS. I'm not expecting a fairy tale love story anyway. I'm really happy right now. I miss him already. ^__^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-1176131759505535344?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1176131759505535344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=1176131759505535344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1176131759505535344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1176131759505535344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/marry-me-juliet-you-never-have-to-be.html' title='Marry me Juliet, you never have to be alone. I love you, and that&amp;#39;s all I really know.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8789822554119717906</id><published>2009-03-16T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:31:00.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still up this late.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The conversion of the video requirement for our Operating Systems subject is still undone. I've been in front of my computer for 3 hours straight already. I want to sleep! ^o^ Though I won't be at school early in the morning tomorrow, I wish to have some rest from typing and staring at the computer monitor. Well anyways, at least I'm doing something reasonable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While waiting for the finished product of the video, I am now watching the third episode of EF: A Tale of Melodies. This whole EF thing was Kenneth's fault. He's the one who introduced me to the first season of this anime, entitled EF: A Tale of Memories. So what I'm watching right now is the sequel. The story's the same as the first: CONFUSING. Ha-ha! You need to watch the first season in order to relate to the second one. That's the reason why I was thrilled to watch this series.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*sighs* The anime fever is back again. How I wish the video will finish converting! ^__^   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8789822554119717906?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8789822554119717906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8789822554119717906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8789822554119717906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8789822554119717906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/melodies.html' title='Melodies.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2626673916779453198</id><published>2009-03-16T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:21:40.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The broken heart will be healed.. I heard a gentle song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People will.. everyone will be left alone in the end. No matter if they're a blood relative or not, someday without a doubt, they'll be separated from you. That's why I won't expect things of others. That's why i won't interfere with others. That's why I'll obtain a way to live without depending on others."&lt;/span&gt; -- Yuu Himura, EF: A Tale of Melodies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nothing related to me. :) Just want to share the quote. ^^ The story's fantastic. Try watching. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2626673916779453198?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2626673916779453198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2626673916779453198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2626673916779453198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2626673916779453198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/broken-heart-will-be-healed-i-heard.html' title='The broken heart will be healed.. I heard a gentle song.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-1521708306472334252</id><published>2009-03-16T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:25:55.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The broken heart will be healed.. I heard a gentle song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"People will.. everyone will be left alone in the end. No matter if they're a blood relative or not, someday without a doubt, they'll be separated from you. That's why I won't expect things of others. That's why I won't interfere with others. That's why I'll obtain a way to live without depending on others."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt;-- Yuu Himura, EF: A Tale of Melodies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-1521708306472334252?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1521708306472334252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=1521708306472334252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1521708306472334252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1521708306472334252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/broken-heart-will-be-healed-i-heard_16.html' title='The broken heart will be healed.. I heard a gentle song.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5078340708734180421</id><published>2009-03-10T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:14:00.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be understood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a big challenge. But right now, it's the best thing to be done. Learn to understand others and throw away your thoughts of insecurity and misjudgment. Learn to trust.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you want to keep something, learn to trust. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5078340708734180421?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5078340708734180421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5078340708734180421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5078340708734180421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5078340708734180421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-be-understood.html' title='To be understood.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5818529921999108319</id><published>2009-03-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:45:32.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepyhead. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just woke up, but I'm already at school. After 15 minutes, I'll be heading for the 6th floor to give the exams to BSM 2-1. I guess that's the only class of VP's I can attend right now. We will be making our Java game later at the boarding house of my groupmate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm still sleepy. Aargh. Darn to Audition Dance Battle. It makes me addicted. Grr. xD&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5818529921999108319?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5818529921999108319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5818529921999108319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5818529921999108319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5818529921999108319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepyhead.html' title='Sleepyhead. :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5945925848372336238</id><published>2009-03-06T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:09:13.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At wala pa ring matinong ipopost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uh-huh. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nothing much to say. I've been damned for the last two weeks. And it's still on-going. I'm still thankful that I'm still coping.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5945925848372336238?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5945925848372336238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5945925848372336238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5945925848372336238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5945925848372336238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-wala-pa-ring-matinong-ipopost.html' title='At wala pa ring matinong ipopost...'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-1991901497922047226</id><published>2009-03-06T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:22:16.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm running out of creativity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's why I borrowed a layout from Customized Themes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't exert any artistic idea from within right now. And I don't know why. Maybe I'm just a little bit shaken with the things I've been through lately, and some are still on-going. I guess I need a little rest for these. But unfortunately, there won't be enough. It's been a busy week for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cramming is my new best bud. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-1991901497922047226?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1991901497922047226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=1991901497922047226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1991901497922047226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1991901497922047226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-running-out-of-creativity.html' title='I&amp;#39;m running out of creativity.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7355036278835516858</id><published>2009-02-11T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:27:01.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Web. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been so long since I last posted something here. And it's all because of my standing as a BS Information Technology student. Exams, programs, projects, name it, we have it. We are celebrating our college week now, but still, we're still studded with different works to do. I'll do my best to have time making a post for my ole blog. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's all for now. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7355036278835516858?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7355036278835516858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7355036278835516858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7355036278835516858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7355036278835516858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-on-web.html' title='Back on Web. :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7931170731171483202</id><published>2009-02-09T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:31:45.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uso ang Banat ngayon.. diba? :)</title><content type='html'>1. Minamalat na naman ang puso ko..&lt;br&gt;*** paano kasi, laging sinisigaw ang pangalan mo..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Ikaw ba may-ari ng Crayola??&lt;br&gt;*** ikaw kasi nagbibigay ng kulay sa buhay ko..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Uy picture tayo!!&lt;br&gt;*** para ma-develop tayo!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Kung ikaw ay bola at ako ang player, mashushoot ba kita??&lt;br&gt;*** hinde,  kasi lagi kita mamimiss..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Can i take your picture??&lt;br&gt;*** coz i want to show Santa exactly what i want for christmas!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Exam ka ba??&lt;br&gt;*** gustong gusto na kasi kitang i-take home eh!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Lecture mo ba ako??&lt;br&gt;*** lab kasi kita..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Centrum ka ba??&lt;br&gt;*** kasi you make my life complete!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Miss pwede ba kita maging driver??&lt;br&gt;*** para ikaw na magpapatakbo ng buhay ko..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Mahilig ka ba sa asukal??&lt;br&gt;*** ang tamis kasi ng mga ngiti mo..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Pinaglihi ka ba sa keyboard??&lt;br&gt;*** type kasi kita..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. I hate to say this but... You are like my underwear..&lt;br&gt;*** i can't last a day without you!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Ibibili kita ng salbabida..&lt;br&gt;*** kasi malulunod ka sa pagmamahal ko..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Pwede ba kitang maging sidecar??&lt;br&gt;*** single kasi ako eh..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15.Me lisensya ka ba??&lt;br&gt;*** coz you're driving me crazy..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. May kilala ka bang gumagawa ng relo??&lt;br&gt;*** may sira ata relo ko.. pag ikaw kasi kasama ko, humihinto ang oras ko..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. Grabe nakakatawa yung mga pick-up lines noh?? hahaha! May alam ka pa bang iba?? Wala na akong maisip eh..&lt;br&gt;***  kundi ikaw..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. I'm a bee..&lt;br&gt;*** can you be my honey??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. Nakakatakot diba ang multo??&lt;br&gt;*** pero mas nakakatakot kapag nawala ka sa buhay ko..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. Am i a bad shooter??&lt;br&gt;*** coz i keep on missing you..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Tatay mo ba bumbero??&lt;br&gt;*** kase your hot!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight??&lt;br&gt;*** O gusto mong dumaan ulit ako??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. Mabilis ka siguro sa mga puzzle noh??&lt;br&gt;*** kasi kakasimula pa lang ng araw ko, pero nabuo mo na agad..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Excuse me.. Are you a dictionary??&lt;br&gt;*** because you give meaning to my life..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Bangin ka ba??&lt;br&gt;*** nahuhulog kasi ako sa'yo..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Pustiso ka ba??&lt;br&gt;*** kasi, can't smile without you..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. Pagod na pagod ka na noh??&lt;br&gt;*** maghapon at magdamag kana kasing tumatakbo sa isipan ko eh..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. Me butas ba puso mo??&lt;br&gt;*** kasi natrap na ako sa loob,  &amp; i can't find my way out!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. Anung height mo??&lt;br&gt;*** ha?? pano ka nagkasya sa loob ng puso ko..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. Hey, did you fart??&lt;br&gt;*** coz you blew me away!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. Sana "T" na lang ako..&lt;br&gt;*** para i'm always right next to "U"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. Are you Jamaican?? - WINNER!!!!&lt;br&gt;*** kasi Ja-maican me crazy!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. Nde tayo tao..Nde tayo hayop...&lt;br&gt;***  bagay tayo...BAGAY tlga tayo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;34. Ako ay isang exam...&lt;br&gt;*** kaya sagutin mo na ako...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. Alam mo bang scientist ako??&lt;br&gt;*** at ikaw ang lab ko...    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;36. Mula ng minahal kita. Daig ko pa ang natrafic sa EDSA...&lt;br&gt;*** kasi I can't move on...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;37. Ako na ang magbabayad ng tuition mo...&lt;br&gt;*** basta pag-aralan mo lang akong mahalin...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;38. Ilang Newtons ang Vector Force mo?...&lt;br&gt;*** ang lakas kasi ng hatak mo sa puso ko...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;39. Mag-empake ka, pupunta tayong Home for the Aged...&lt;br&gt;*** kasi i want to grow old with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;40. San bangko maganda mag-deposito?&lt;br&gt;***** Kasi I'm saving all my love for you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;41. Excuse me, pwede ba magtanong? ..kung ddretsuhin ko ba ang daan na ito, tutuloy ba sa puso mo? ..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;42. Nasan ka kagabi?&lt;br&gt;***** Bat wala ka sa panaginip ko?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;43. Kulangot ka ba?&lt;br&gt;***** Kasi ur hard to get!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;44. are you Moroccan?&lt;br&gt;**** 'coz you're mo-rockin my world!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;45. San bangko maganda mag-deposito?&lt;br&gt;***** Kasi I'm saving all my love for you!&lt;br&gt;reply&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;46. guy lalapit sa girl sabay tingin sa tag ng shirt*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...ay kala ko Made In Heaven&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;47. can you take your clothes off? kahit isang beses lang...&lt;br&gt;gusto ko kasi malaman pano tinatago ng mga angels ang pakpak nila.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;48.  aanhin pa ang damo...&lt;br&gt;kung sayo palang may TAMA na! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;(a repost from pinoyexchange.com)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7931170731171483202?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7931170731171483202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7931170731171483202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7931170731171483202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7931170731171483202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/02/uso-ang-banat-ngayon-diba.html' title='Uso ang Banat ngayon.. diba? :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-103779488546397571</id><published>2009-01-18T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:13:57.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm proud to be a Student Assistant. :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's good to be back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I finally got my job back. I am once again a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student Assistant&lt;/span&gt; of the OVPRD. By Thursday, I will be reporting regularly and do the same old stuff once again. Now I have a reason to go to school. If they only knew how much I missed all of them and how lonely I was when I received the news of my termination two weeks ago. But those things don't matter now. I'm so very much overwhelmed to be back in the office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let's celebrate! :]&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-103779488546397571?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/103779488546397571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=103779488546397571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/103779488546397571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/103779488546397571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-proud-to-be-student-assistant.html' title='I&amp;#39;m proud to be a Student Assistant. :]'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-33335869329593838</id><published>2009-01-09T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:05:00.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thy Horoscope..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAURUS&lt;/span&gt; (Apr 20 - May 20)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starting tonight, stay home more often -- try to get back in touch with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you spending too much energy on getting involved in the lives of others? If so, you are depriving yourself of the attention that you need to be happier and feel more content. Going out with friends and having fun is a perfectly fine thing to do, but you should not be doing it every single night. All of this socializing could distract you from the things that you really need to deal with. Stay home more often and help yourself get back in touch with yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LENG SPEAKS&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess the horoscope's right. I think I'll give it a try. Anyway, it's the same as planned. Good luck.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-33335869329593838?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/33335869329593838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=33335869329593838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/33335869329593838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/33335869329593838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/thy-horoscope.html' title='Thy Horoscope..'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6748666928522734488</id><published>2009-01-09T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:02:00.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studded. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoo! I just finished creating my Falling Star program for JAVA. It is a program with the concept of displaying the plural form of the inputted word. I need to do this because my test records depend here. The scores I got from the quizzes will not be recorded if I didn't do this program. Ha-ha! Now, I think I have a chance to reach my long-term goal! Be a cum laude! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, I'm done answering my 2nd major examination in Economics. I can't believe I just did an on-the-spot review session with Conrad and Joana. This is due to my absence last Tuesday. I need to cram. But, I swear, that incident will never be repeated again. I need to focus on my studies now, because it will be midterms soon. Mong and I talked about this, and he's doing the same thing. Yea, sad, but we both need it. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good luck to us! Rawr. :D   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6748666928522734488?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6748666928522734488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6748666928522734488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6748666928522734488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6748666928522734488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/studded.html' title='Studded. :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7093050769435237680</id><published>2009-01-09T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:24:00.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks DABARKADZ! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, my sadness was paved away. I really had a good time chatting with Mong's friends. We share common interests that's why we get along well. That's a new achievement for me since I earned new friends. At least, although the bitter truth about my work has come to light(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I lost my job temporarily&lt;/span&gt;), I was able to have fun. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DABARKADZ&lt;/span&gt; for the time. :)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7093050769435237680?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7093050769435237680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7093050769435237680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7093050769435237680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7093050769435237680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-dabarkadz_09.html' title='Thanks DABARKADZ! :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-3384849607373245271</id><published>2009-01-08T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:27:45.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks DABARKADZ! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, my sadness was paved away. I really had a good time chatting with Mong's friends. We share common interests that's why we get along well. That's a new achievement for me since I earned new friends. At least, although the bitter truth about my work has come to light(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I lost my job temporarily&lt;/span&gt;), I was able to have fun. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DABARKADZ&lt;/span&gt; for the time. :)         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-3384849607373245271?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3384849607373245271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=3384849607373245271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3384849607373245271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3384849607373245271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-dabarkadz.html' title='Thanks DABARKADZ! :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7440480579845838453</id><published>2009-01-08T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:04:15.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks DABARKADZ! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, my sadness was paved away. I really had a good time chatting with Mong's friends. We share common interests that's why we get along well. That's a new achievement for me since I earned new friends. At least, although the bitter truth about my work has come to light(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I lost my job temporarily&lt;/span&gt;), I was able to have fun. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DABARKADZ&lt;/span&gt; for the time. :)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7440480579845838453?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7440480579845838453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7440480579845838453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7440480579845838453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7440480579845838453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-dabarkadz_08.html' title='Thanks DABARKADZ! :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5411788117491352311</id><published>2009-01-07T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:43:48.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prediction to Reality; I'm a Sheep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are those predictions coming to reality? Damn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the most awful day ever. I didn't ran over a black cat or what, but I just felt unlucky. First, we didn't play Tennis in our PE class. Instead, we had a quiz. Luckily, I got a score of 17; but I'm supposed to have a score of 18 if I just made my common sense work. Then we are dismissed early. 8:30. My girls and I headed for the lugawan to eat then by 9 AM decided to go to the National Museum. It is awfully a short notice though. I immediately texted my Ney that I'll be going to Manila and return at 10:30 to attend our Physics class since he will be waiting for me that time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But things happened totally different as expected. When we reached TUP Manila, it rained. I don't have my umbrella since I lent it to Ney when he went to our place last Christmas. Thank God, Nica has one so I just shared with her. Then we arrived at the National Museum at 9:30 AM. They texted Bev, our other friend to catch up with us and not attend the Physics class. The rest of our group planned not to attend the class but Carlet, Nica and me agreed that by 10:30 we will head back to school. The museum will open at 10:00 so we have to wait for 30 minutes more. We waited for Bev to arrive; she did at 10:20. The three of us who will be going back to PUP stuck to our plan. By 10:30, we said goodbye; even if we haven't seen a single painting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Only to find out that our professor has already arrived. If we're going to attend the class, we're going to be late. I told them it's okay, at least we attended the class. But Luck with a negative connotation stood by me. When we are about to ride the Stop and Shop jeepney, a man accidentally spilled his Zagu (Cookies and Cream flavor) on me. He said sorry then left. Aaarrgghh! How will I attend class looking like rags? I told them to go ahead as I went to Isetann Recto to buy new underwear (the stupid shake reached the inner part! Damn!) and to change clothes. After, I headed back to school and ended up not attending the class. Instead, I went to our office, since my father told me to go there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Such news welcomed me. I don't have a job anymore. I was included in the cut-off of Student Assistants who will not be compensated for this semester. Meaning, even if I report to duty, I will not be paid; it will be better not to report. I didn't believe it at first, expecting that it is just something that will be accomplished to work out. But my fellow SA and friend, AV, told me the same news. So it's true then. I'm in an emo mood right after. So they predicted that those born in the Year of the Sheep will be unlucky? I guess so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But eventhough this chain of bad luck happened to me, still Ney's there to make me smile. And I think that's enough to forget all the things that had happened to me. I know tomorrow, everything will be fine. :) I hope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5411788117491352311?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5411788117491352311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5411788117491352311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5411788117491352311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5411788117491352311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/prediction-to-reality-i-sheep.html' title='Prediction to Reality; I&amp;#39;m a Sheep.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-1203495332286661600</id><published>2009-01-06T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:51:00.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I'm EMO before, I need to stop being EMO now. It makes everything sooo complicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;emotional breakdown&lt;/span&gt;. It pisses me off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes, there is something wrong with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"too much"&lt;/span&gt; part. And I believe there is. If you love someone too much, you will not have enough love for yourself. If you hate somebody too much, it will contaminate every other thought you will have. Many situations apply to this. Mine is neither of the two; but somewhat close to the first. Here's the modification: I love him so much, that it might lead to a negative ambiance to our relationship. And I guess it somehow made its way there. Luckily, my head's there to stop it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I spat everything out lately when we got to school. Everything was the way it was before, laughing and all. But there's something in my head that really bothers me. The moment we're both alone, I told him about that. I nearly cried, both of his reaction and stupidity. But majority will be on the latter. I found out that there is something wrong in me. I always entertain this stupid emotions of mine still trapped inside the memories of the tragic past I had. Damn to this thoughts of mistrust, believing that I'm never meant to be happy. In the end, I said sorry. For the first time, I guess I really meant being sorry to whatever situation my emotions lead me. This time it's different because the fear of really losing him because of me opening up such things that are not really a big issue to both of us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I finally learned my lesson. There is always a time for everything. If in the past, I felt so stupid and miserable; I guess this is the time for me to be happy with my life. Minimize emotional affliction to your head. Learn to really trust and just chill. And far better, love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-1203495332286661600?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1203495332286661600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=1203495332286661600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1203495332286661600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1203495332286661600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-emo-before-i-need-to-stop-being.html' title='If I&amp;#39;m EMO before, I need to stop being EMO now. It makes everything sooo complicated.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7748155269151073640</id><published>2009-01-06T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:24:01.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a new record. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't attend my Economics class. I was bored to death. This is done unintentionally. I don't know. For a change maybe? Or I guess I just want to make up for something. I don't really know. But the things that happened right after made me feel ecstatic. But I promised not to do this again. Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt loved. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7748155269151073640?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7748155269151073640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7748155269151073640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7748155269151073640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7748155269151073640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-new-record.html' title='This is a new record. :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-4452773778246738188</id><published>2009-01-04T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:01:01.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The DEAL is OFF! x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is for real. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm already done with my JAVA programs! &lt;/span&gt;I will get to see him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;! Yipee~! But, ugghh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;My head hurts&lt;/span&gt;. I think I need to get some sleep now. And right, I'm gonna be working starting tomorrow and studying the day after tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;New Year. Must get down to those resolutions. School's back. :]]&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-4452773778246738188?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4452773778246738188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=4452773778246738188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4452773778246738188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4452773778246738188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/deal-is-off-x.html' title='The DEAL is OFF! x)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-3254093326310143384</id><published>2009-01-03T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:05:00.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi na ako nakapag-GG. Hahahaha. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Wala na. Puro SF na lang. :)) Kawawang DOTA. Napagiwanan ko na. Haays. Di bale Mirana! I'll be home soon! Sa ngayon, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DELTA&lt;/span&gt; muna! Rawwrr! :)&lt;/span&gt; Andaya naman kasi dito sa Multiply e. Ang labo ng pic pag pinost sa blog. Hahaha. May ipapahanap sana akong user eh. Hehe. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Tama yata si Megmeg. Nakatira nga ako ngayon!&lt;/span&gt; Hindi ko pa din inaayos yung prog ko! Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;O siya, siya. Matutulog na ako. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-3254093326310143384?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3254093326310143384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=3254093326310143384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3254093326310143384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3254093326310143384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/hindi-na-ako-nakapag-gg-hahahaha.html' title='Hindi na ako nakapag-GG. Hahahaha. :))'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6163510512924043464</id><published>2009-01-03T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:12:00.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astig men ang SF!! GG na tayo mamaya ha?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SV9VdwoKCs8AAAZbw9k1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px;height: 317px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SV9VdwoKCs8AAAZbw9k1/sf3.jpg?et=zSVzgx3Di8YsFrdgmiuu0w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;BWAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;NAKAKA-ADIK NGA ITO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Para lang siyang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter Strike&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Inaanyayahan ko ang lahat na maglaro ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Special Force Online&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;Tapos maglaban-laban tayo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;Ang kapal ko eh no? Trainee pa lang yan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Ito nga palang screenshot na ito ay pinost ko dahil sa &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-style: italic;"&gt;isang kadahilanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;Tingnan ang upper-right corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Kapangalan niya iyong &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt; ko! Hahaha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6163510512924043464?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6163510512924043464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6163510512924043464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6163510512924043464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6163510512924043464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/astig-men-ang-sf-gg-na-tayo-mamaya-ha.html' title='Astig men ang SF!! GG na tayo mamaya ha?!'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-84641554986680817</id><published>2009-01-03T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:03:00.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SF Mode. Double Addiction on the Rise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SV9FUAoKCs8AACCFYt41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SV9FUAoKCs8AACCFYt41/sf2.jpg?et=%2CXAftp86SvmAkJGfB46XnQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;SF! SF! SF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;Hmm. Kasalanan to ni &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Mongskii&lt;/span&gt; e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Paano ba naman, naaadik na dito sa larong to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Aba. Parang kailan lang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pinagbabawalan akong mag-DOTA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Pero siya naman pala.. Hahaha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Well. Kung naaadik na siya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;mag-aadik din ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Sa larong linalaro niya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;RAKRAKAN NA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-84641554986680817?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/84641554986680817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=84641554986680817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/84641554986680817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/84641554986680817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/sf-mode-double-addiction-on-rise.html' title='SF Mode. Double Addiction on the Rise!'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6541957340733062209</id><published>2009-01-02T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:46:58.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Java Deal. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally. Two more programs to go. One to debug. :) Sooner or later, I will be able to finish the programs I've been creating for our Java subject. If it's not for the deal my hubby and I had (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he said that if I can't finish writing the program, I will not see him for a week!&lt;/span&gt;), I think I'm still on my back right now, singing the minutes away. Oh, well. That's how the Leng life goes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wish me luck people. :) A day more. Then it's deadline.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6541957340733062209?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6541957340733062209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6541957340733062209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6541957340733062209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6541957340733062209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/java-deal.html' title='The Java Deal. :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-1665293564459803418</id><published>2009-01-01T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:56:00.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay nako! Cullen na rin ako! Ho-ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAMPIRA NA ATA AKO. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tuwing may liwanag kasi, tulog ako. Ngayong gabing-gabi na, super gising naman ako. Kumusta naman iyon. Hayyy. Hahahaha. :)) Tawa na lang. Dapat gumagawa ako ng program ngayon, pero eto ako, nag-uupload na naman ng pics. Tamad e. Online pa yung prof ko ngayon! Rawr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh siya, siya. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Makatulog na nga&lt;/span&gt;. Sumasakit na ulo ko e. Pati ngipin ko!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-1665293564459803418?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1665293564459803418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=1665293564459803418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1665293564459803418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1665293564459803418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/ay-nako-cullen-na-rin-ako-ho-ho.html' title='Ay nako! Cullen na rin ako! Ho-ho!'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-4763190626004828880</id><published>2009-01-01T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:58:00.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOORREEED. x|</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm. This is getting boring. AS IN.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What I've been doing for the last 3 days is getting in my nerves already. It is a routine that is very unlikely for me to do: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLEEP-PC-EAT&lt;/span&gt;. That's all! Plus the silence here in Antipolo is already making me paranoid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No text messages. No Photoshop in the new PC.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's only sleeping, Friendster/Facebook/Multiply and Brownies for me. Include GTA Vice City and DOTA there too; plus Yahoo! Messenger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I'm gonna be sick. x[&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-4763190626004828880?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4763190626004828880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=4763190626004828880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4763190626004828880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4763190626004828880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/boorreeed-x.html' title='BOORREEED. x|'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6117526016222458746</id><published>2009-01-01T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:22:47.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano ba talaga??! Char o String??!! CharAt naman o!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naiinis na ako ah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lecheng program yan. Hindi ko na malaman gagawin ko. Huhuhu. Malapit na pasahan. Napakadakila ko kasing tamad eh. Huhuhu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero kaya ko to! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; ata to! Kaya ko to!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6117526016222458746?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6117526016222458746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6117526016222458746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6117526016222458746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6117526016222458746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/ano-ba-talaga-char-o-string-charat.html' title='Ano ba talaga??! Char o String??!! CharAt naman o!!'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8581165246397605938</id><published>2009-01-01T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:19:41.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulungan niyo akong mag-GG. Wala akong kalaro. T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzBxwoKCs8AACBExiY1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px;height: 257px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVzBxwoKCs8AACBExiY1/gg1.jpg?et=rOu2lWo45RfelF6NB%2C4vsw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;MAG-GG NA LANG BUONG GABI. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Echos lang&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi nga ako makapasok eh. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Hindi kaya ako marunong nyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;May namimiss ako. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Praning&lt;/span&gt; eh no? Lolololols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8581165246397605938?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8581165246397605938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8581165246397605938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8581165246397605938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8581165246397605938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2009/01/tulungan-niyo-akong-mag-gg-wala-akong.html' title='Tulungan niyo akong mag-GG. Wala akong kalaro. T.T'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-3922758523418586627</id><published>2008-12-31T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:19:00.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parang Kailan Lang: A Year-End Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parang kailan lang, nakahilata ako sa kama ko at hinihintay na magsend iyong group message ko sa Sun. Wala nang ibang pinapakinggan iyong tenga ko kundi ang mga tunog ng paputok. Hindi na ako sumilip sa bintana para makita kung anong kulay ang ginuguhit nila sa langit. Ang mahalaga, masend iyong mensahe ko. Hindi ko namalayan, alas-dose na pala. 2008 na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2008. Bagong simula, sabi ko sa sarili ko. Alam ko, hindi pa rin ako maka-recover sa mga pasakit na dinala ng 2007 sa akin. Kaya ang umpisa ng 2008: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASAKIT&lt;/span&gt;. Madami akong naririnig na prediksyon para sa taong ito. Swerte daw ang ganyan, kailangan ganito at kung anu-ano pa. Basta para sa akin, kahit anong mangyari, pipilitin kong maging masaya ang taon na ito. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;, ika nga nila.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero kahit anong pilit kong mapasaya itong taon, hindi rin nangyari. Nahilig ako sa rock, actually last year pa dahil bokalista ako ng banda namin, pero ngayon, lalo akong nagka-interes sa genre na ito. Dahil din siguro dito, naging emo ako. Usong-uso ang emo noon. Lahat yata ng katangian ng isang emosyonal na nilalang napunta na sa akin. Kaya noong February nitong taon, nagpagupit ako. Kumusta na lang sa mahaba kong buhok na napalitan ng bobcat style na may one-sided bangs. Emo talaga ang dating. Puro itim na din ang suot ko; iyong get-up ko, rakista talaga ang itsura. Madami ang nag-react, kasama na doon iyong ex-boyfriend kong dahilan ng pagiging ganito ko. Tama. Hindi pa rin ako maka-move on sa break-up namin noong 2007.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kung akademiks din lang ang pag-uusapan, naging maayos naman ang pagtatapos ng unang taon ko sa kursong Information Technology. Wala namang palya, lahat pasado. Running for cum laude pa rin. Kahit papano naman, nabawasan iyong pagiging emo ko. Dahil siguro sa pagdating ng bagong Asianovela na may pamagat na Hana Kimi. March 24 nagsimula iyon. At dahil din sa palabas na iyon, nagkaroon ako ng bestfriend, si Conrad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;April 2008, buwan ng kaarawan ko. Hindi marangya iyong 17th birthday ko. Parang ordinaryong araw din lang. Dahil bakasyon namin, wala akong ginagawa sa bahay. Kaya ibinubuhos ko na lang sa pag-edit ng mga picture sa Photoshop, pag-post sa blogsite ko, at paggawa ng website. Isang araw pagkatapos ng birthday ko kinabit na iyong Smart Bro sa bahay namin; kaya napadali ang paggawa ko ng site at pag-post sa blog. Nitong bakasyon din kami naghanap ng trabaho ni Conrad, kasama si Roger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang bakasyong ito ang naging katapusan ng isang pagkakaibigan. Nagkaroon ako ng hinanakit sa kaibigan ko noong hayskul dahil pinagsalitaan niya ako ng hindi maganda. Hindi na kami nakapag-usap simula noon. Pinipilit ng dalawa pa naming kabarkada na pagbatiin kami, pero wala na talaga. Nagsawa na din kasi ako sa pag-iintindi ko sa kanya simula noong nasa hayskul pa lang kami. Kaya tinapos ko na iyong pagkakaibigan namin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero kahit ganoon ang nangyari, nagkaroon naman ako ng bagong kaibigan. Naging textmates kami ng taong iyon tapos nagkita na lang kami noong enrolment na para sa susunod na school year. Astig siya kasi madami kaming napag-uusapan. At dahil likas na sa akin ang pagiging maramdamin, nagustuhan ko siya. Hanggang dumating sa point na sa tingin ko, mahal ko na siya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-style: italic;"&gt;Mapaglaro nga  ang tadhana&lt;/span&gt;, gaya ng sabi nila. Napag-alaman ko na iyong lalaking ginusto ko ay kabilang pala sa isang organisasyon na hindi ko kailanman matanggap ang paniniwala. Kaya balik ako sa pagiging emo. Masakit. Sinubukan kong tanggapin kung ano ang mga prinsipyo niya sa buhay, sinubukan ko ding maging katulad niya para mahalin din niya ako. Pero hindi. Hindi ko kayang magpanggap. Kaya minabuti ko na lang na lumayo at kalimutan siya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Naging opiser din pala ako ng academic organization namin sa IT at naging staffer naman ako sa La Liga Informatica. Doon ko na lang siguro ibubuhos ang mga hinanakit ko sa pag-ibig. Para kahit papaano, makalimutan ko namang nasasaktan ako. Naging Student Assistant din ako sa OVPRD ng pamantasang pinapasukan ko kaya mas lalong naging hectic ang schedule ko. Nakalimutan ko na nga din na mayroon pa palang tinatawag na lovelife.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Madaming beses akong nasaktan. Siguro dahil din sa pagiging madamdamin ko at sa pagiging immature ko. May oras pa ngang napagselosan ako ng ka-tropa ko dahil akala niya may gusto ako sa lalaking gusto niya. At mayroon ding oras na ang lalaking gusto ko, gusto iyong ka-tropa ko. Hindi nga mabait ang pag-ibig sa akin. Lagi na lang akong sinasaktan. Pero kahit ganoon, nandiyan naman iyong mga kaibigan ko para damayan ako. Napatunayan ko na kahit mag-isa lang ako sa buhay ko, self-supporting sa love kumbaga, kaya ko. At kakayanin ko pa din. Dito ko nakita kung sino ang mga totoo kong kaibigan, iyong mga handang dumamay sa akin hanggang sa huli. Kaya kahit super busy ng schedule ko sa trabaho at pag-aaral, masaya ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero napagtanto ko na may awa talaga ang Diyos. Nag-umpisa din kasi ang 2008 namin na medyo hirap sa pera. Ngayong November lang, natapos na rin ang binabayaran naming credit card. Kaya lahat ng sweldo ng father ko, sa amin na napupunta.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At hindi pa rin talaga ako pinabayaan ni Lord. Gusto din niya akong maging masaya. Nitong November din lang, nakita ko na iyong taong magmamahal sa akin. At sana, siya na talaga hanggang huli. Kahit medyo marami kaming naging tampuhan at problema, nakakaya namin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero lahat ng ito, hindi mangyayari kung hindi ko nakilala si GOD. Sa pagbuo ko ng simbang gabi, doon ko naramdaman na kahit anong mangyari, magkagulo man o maging masaya, hindi tayo iiwan ng Maykapal. Kaya sinisikap kong magbago para naman matawag akong mabuting Kristiyano.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;****&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Parang kailan lang, nakahilata ako sa kama ko at hinihintay na ma-send iyong text ko. Wala na akong ibang naririnig kung hindi iyong mga putukan sa labas. Alas-siyete pa lang ng gabi, matindi na ang ingay. Paano pa kaya mamaya? Katatapos ko lang i-type iyong year-end post ko for 2008. Ilang oras na lang, 2009 na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-3922758523418586627?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3922758523418586627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=3922758523418586627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3922758523418586627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3922758523418586627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/parang-kailan-lang-year-end-post.html' title='Parang Kailan Lang: A Year-End Post'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6819389208428741432</id><published>2008-12-31T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:33:01.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year Survey (Repost from Yzahbel)</title><content type='html'>Stayed single almost the whole year?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes. But luckily I found someone who took me out the club. :]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Done something you've regretted?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes. Somehow. But I did it already. No more turning back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lost someone?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Cut class?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Were involved in something you'll never forget?&lt;br&gt;♥ YEAH. :]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Visited a different country?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cooked a gross meal?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope. I don't really cook.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lost something important to you?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes. Si Tol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got a gift you adore?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes. My precious Rayne! :]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tripped over a coffee table?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dyed your hair?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Came close to losing your life?&lt;br&gt;♥ Hmm. I don't think so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went to a party?&lt;br&gt;♥ Debut. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Read a great book?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes. I finished the Twilight Saga. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saw one of your favorite bands/artists live?&lt;br&gt;♥ Erik Santos maybe. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2008: Friends and Enemies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you meet any new friends this year?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Did you dislike anyone?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2008: Your BIRTHDAY!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you have a cake?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you get any presents?&lt;br&gt;♥ The Smart Bro connection! :]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you change at all this year?&lt;br&gt;♥ Somewhat. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you change your style?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes. I started the year with a short hair, I end the year cutting my hair short again. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Were you in school?&lt;br&gt;♥ Of course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you get good grades?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes. For the first sem. I don't know about the next. Harr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you have a job?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you drive?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you own a car?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you go on any vacations?&lt;br&gt;♥ Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Would you change anything about yourself now?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes. I'll try to be more mature and responsible. And of course, be closer to God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2008:Wrap UP:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was 2008 a good year?&lt;br&gt;♥ Yes. It taught me a lot of lessons.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you think 2009 will top 2008?&lt;br&gt; ♥ Somewhat. I hope so. :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** A repost from Yzahbel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6819389208428741432?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6819389208428741432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6819389208428741432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6819389208428741432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6819389208428741432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-survey-repost-from-yzahbel.html' title='The New Year Survey (Repost from Yzahbel)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5463459600336845826</id><published>2008-12-31T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:54:30.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This prediction scared me a lot. Kawawang RAM. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1931(79), 1943(67), 1955(55), 1967(43), 1979(31), 1991(19), 2003(7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This will be a year of ups and downs for those born in the year of ram. Among the twelve Zodiac signs, those who are born in the year of ram will experience the most fluctuations during the year. Your luck is dependent on the remaining of your Ba Zi chart. You will either (1) receive great wealth exceeding your expectation regardless of whether you are self-employed or a salaried employee; (2) many real life cases read by Master Andy Goh, this is also a year of misfortune such as operation, serious illness, accident or even death. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(source:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.masterandygoh.com/content/2009-year-ox-chinese-astrology-ba-zi-forecast&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LENG SPEAKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So much for my previous post of being lucky this year. Now I am super scared! x["&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5463459600336845826?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5463459600336845826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5463459600336845826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5463459600336845826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5463459600336845826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-prediction-scared-me-lot-kawawang.html' title='This prediction scared me a lot. Kawawang RAM. :('/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2707862980750428782</id><published>2008-12-31T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:48:43.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Goat: A 2009 Prediction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A prediction in the year of the ox this 2009 is that a person born in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;year of the Goat (1919, 1931, 1943, 1955, 1967, 1979, 1991, 2003)&lt;/span&gt;, can look forward to better luck in love in 2009 – both for male and female. A single Goat will be luckier than the previous year when it comes to dating, in fact being single and free could have contributed to this change of fate. While those who are already in a relationship would be looking forward to a more harmonious relationship, although the year could also bring them more time off from each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;However, the Goat should watch out for love triangles that can destroy the otherwise harmonious relationship with their partner. And with two stars of Gossip shining upon them, the Goat should learn to stay quiet and just work harder, remembering to mind his own business and not sticking his nose on others, otherwise, it could only lead him to more trouble.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But despite this, the Goat can expect to have better interpersonal relationships. And with the star of Grace guiding him, he will be able to acquire help from people with influence. Promotions, which could include salary raise, and personal developments are also waiting for the Goat in 2009. Indeed, everything seems to look better.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One thing that the Goat should also watch out is the physical condition of his/her partners, and with the star Gua Su shining on him, he is likely to feel lonely along with other emotional problems. While everything really seems to look better, there are still quite a number of negative or unlucky stars shining on the Goat, threatening his health and interpersonal relationships, that is he should always be conscious and pay attention to these departments so as not to hinder his career development.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(source: pinoybusiness.org)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LENG SPEAKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Seems like 2009 will be a very lucky year for me. :] I'll keep my fingers super crossed! :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2707862980750428782?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2707862980750428782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2707862980750428782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2707862980750428782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2707862980750428782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-of-goat-2009-prediction.html' title='Year of the Goat: A 2009 Prediction'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-3086980810288247299</id><published>2008-12-30T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:55:00.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinigawan ako ng HINDOT ni Eddy Gil sa Luneta dahil this is my LUCKY DAY! :D</title><content type='html'>Your birth date?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1 - Naglaro kmi ng taguan&lt;br&gt;2 - ginupitan ako ng buhok&lt;br&gt;3 - sinampal ako&lt;br&gt;4 - pinaliguan ako&lt;br&gt;5 - sinabunutan ako&lt;br&gt;6 - sinaktan ako&lt;br&gt;7 - nilapirot ang mukha ko&lt;br&gt;8 - pinakain ako ng sundot kulangot&lt;br&gt;9 - pinasayaw ako ng itaktak mo&lt;br&gt;10 - pinatalon ako&lt;br&gt;11 - pinatumbling ako&lt;br&gt;12 - pinatuwad ako&lt;br&gt;13 - sinakal ako&lt;br&gt;14 - nilamon ako&lt;br&gt;15 - ginaya ko ang pose&lt;br&gt;16 - pinatula ako ng boom tarat tarat&lt;br&gt;17 - pinasayaw ako ng ispageti pababa&lt;br&gt;18 - pinakain ako ng ampalaya flavored icecream kasama&lt;br&gt;19 - sinundot ang butas ng ilong ko&lt;br&gt;20 - inuntog ako&lt;br&gt;21 - hinabol ako ng itak&lt;br&gt;22 - binato ako ng tinapay&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;23 - sinigawan ako ng hindot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;24 - ginulpi ako&lt;br&gt;25 - tinadyakan ako&lt;br&gt;26 - nilagyan ako ng make-up&lt;br&gt;27 - nilibre ako ng piso&lt;br&gt;28 - nirape ako&lt;br&gt;29 - pinatay ako&lt;br&gt;30 - binungi ako&lt;br&gt;31 - tinadtad ako ng armalite&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your middle initial?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A - ng nuno sa punso&lt;br&gt;B - ni GMA&lt;br&gt;C - ng pulis patola&lt;br&gt;D - ni Mong Alcaraz&lt;br&gt;E - ng barberong pulpol&lt;br&gt;F - ni Yael yuzon&lt;br&gt;G - ni san goku&lt;br&gt;H - ng makapangyarihang chuva eklavuh&lt;br&gt;I - ni darna&lt;br&gt;J - ni richard guttierez&lt;br&gt;K - ni kuracha&lt;br&gt;L - ng lolo mong panot&lt;br&gt;M - ng asong manyakis&lt;br&gt;N - ng pusang may galis&lt;br&gt;O - ni whitney tyson&lt;br&gt;P - ni batista&lt;br&gt;Q - ng arabo&lt;br&gt;R - ng amerikano&lt;br&gt;S - ng basurero&lt;br&gt;T - ng bading na matanda&lt;br&gt;U - ng machong bakla&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;V - ni eddy gil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;W - ni William hung&lt;br&gt;X - ng crush mo&lt;br&gt;Y - ng mahiwagang baul&lt;br&gt;Z - ng pokpok&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Choose your month of birth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jan - sa jollibee&lt;br&gt;Feb - sa quiapo&lt;br&gt;Mar - sa MRT&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Apr - sa Luneta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;May - sa ilalim ng tulay&lt;br&gt;Jun - sa classroom&lt;br&gt;Jul - sa gitna ng kawalan&lt;br&gt;Aug - sa kama&lt;br&gt;Sep - sa ibabaw ng mainit na bubong&lt;br&gt;Oct - sa sementeryo&lt;br&gt;Nov - sa MAll of Asia&lt;br&gt;Dec - sa north pole&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Color of your shirt now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;BLUE - dahil dis is my lucky day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;RED - dahil naiinggit xa sa kilay ko&lt;br&gt;WHITE - dahil mas mahaba ang buhok ko sa kanya&lt;br&gt;BLACK - dahil talented sya&lt;br&gt;YELLOW - PINK - dahil wla akong pera&lt;br&gt;VIOLET - dahil trip niya lng&lt;br&gt;ORANGE - dahil mahal n nia ako&lt;br&gt;BROWN - dahil sumabog ang PUTOK ng katabi ko&lt;br&gt;GREEN - dahil napisa ang pigsa nia sa kilikili&lt;br&gt;MULTICOLOR - dahil kakaiba ang aura ko today&lt;br&gt;NONE OF THE ABOVE - dahil nklimutan kong mag underwear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** Repost from Gladzy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-3086980810288247299?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3086980810288247299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=3086980810288247299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3086980810288247299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3086980810288247299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/sinigawan-ako-ng-hindot-ni-eddy-gil-sa_30.html' title='Sinigawan ako ng HINDOT ni Eddy Gil sa Luneta dahil this is my LUCKY DAY! :D'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2017210564513655466</id><published>2008-12-30T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:50:00.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinigawan ako ng HINDOT ni Eddy Gil sa Luneta dahil dis is my Lucky day! :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your birth date?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1 - Naglaro kmi ng taguan&lt;br&gt;2 - ginupitan ako ng buhok&lt;br&gt;3 - sinampal ako&lt;br&gt;4 - pinaliguan ako&lt;br&gt;5 - sinabunutan ako&lt;br&gt;6 - sinaktan ako&lt;br&gt;7 - nilapirot ang mukha ko&lt;br&gt;8 - pinakain ako ng sundot kulangot&lt;br&gt;9 - pinasayaw ako ng itaktak mo&lt;br&gt;10 - pinatalon ako&lt;br&gt;11 - pinatumbling ako&lt;br&gt;12 - pinatuwad ako&lt;br&gt;13 - sinakal ako&lt;br&gt;14 - nilamon ako&lt;br&gt;15 - ginaya ko ang pose&lt;br&gt;16 - pinatula ako ng boom tarat tarat&lt;br&gt;17 - pinasayaw ako ng ispageti pababa&lt;br&gt;18 - pinakain ako ng ampalaya flavored icecream kasama&lt;br&gt;19 - sinundot ang butas ng ilong ko&lt;br&gt;20 - inuntog ako&lt;br&gt;21 - hinabol ako ng itak&lt;br&gt;22 - binato ako ng tinapay&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;23 - sinigawan ako ng hindot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;24 - ginulpi ako&lt;br&gt;25 - tinadyakan ako&lt;br&gt;26 - nilagyan ako ng make-up&lt;br&gt;27 - nilibre ako ng piso&lt;br&gt;28 - nirape ako&lt;br&gt;29 - pinatay ako&lt;br&gt;30 - binungi ako&lt;br&gt;31 - tinadtad ako ng armalite&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your middle initial?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A - ng nuno sa punso&lt;br&gt;B - ni GMA&lt;br&gt;C - ng pulis patola&lt;br&gt;D - ni Mong Alcaraz&lt;br&gt;E - ng barberong pulpol&lt;br&gt;F - ni Yael yuzon&lt;br&gt;G - ni san goku&lt;br&gt;H - ng makapangyarihang chuva eklavuh&lt;br&gt;I - ni darna&lt;br&gt;J - ni richard guttierez&lt;br&gt;K - ni kuracha&lt;br&gt;L - ng lolo mong panot&lt;br&gt;M - ng asong manyakis&lt;br&gt;N - ng pusang may galis&lt;br&gt;O - ni whitney tyson&lt;br&gt;P - ni batista&lt;br&gt;Q - ng arabo&lt;br&gt;R - ng amerikano&lt;br&gt;S - ng basurero&lt;br&gt;T - ng bading na matanda&lt;br&gt;U - ng machong bakla&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;V - ni eddy gil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;W - ni William hung&lt;br&gt;X - ng crush mo&lt;br&gt;Y - ng mahiwagang baul&lt;br&gt;Z - ng pokpok&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Choose your month of birth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jan - sa jollibee&lt;br&gt;Feb - sa quiapo&lt;br&gt;Mar - sa MRT&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Apr - sa Luneta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;May - sa ilalim ng tulay&lt;br&gt;Jun - sa classroom&lt;br&gt;Jul - sa gitna ng kawalan&lt;br&gt;Aug - sa kama&lt;br&gt;Sep - sa ibabaw ng mainit na bubong&lt;br&gt;Oct - sa sementeryo&lt;br&gt;Nov - sa MAll of Asia&lt;br&gt;Dec - sa north pole&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Color of your shirt now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;BLUE - dahil dis is my lucky day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;RED - dahil naiinggit xa sa kilay ko&lt;br&gt;WHITE - dahil mas mahaba ang buhok ko sa kanya&lt;br&gt;BLACK - dahil talented sya&lt;br&gt;YELLOW - PINK - dahil wla akong pera&lt;br&gt;VIOLET - dahil trip niya lng&lt;br&gt;ORANGE - dahil mahal n nia ako&lt;br&gt;BROWN - dahil sumabog ang PUTOK ng katabi ko&lt;br&gt;GREEN - dahil napisa ang pigsa nia sa kilikili&lt;br&gt;MULTICOLOR - dahil kakaiba ang aura ko today&lt;br&gt;NONE OF THE ABOVE - dahil nklimutan kong mag underwea&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;from Gladzy. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2017210564513655466?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2017210564513655466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2017210564513655466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2017210564513655466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2017210564513655466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/sinigawan-ako-ng-hindot-ni-eddy-gil-sa.html' title='Sinigawan ako ng HINDOT ni Eddy Gil sa Luneta dahil dis is my Lucky day! :DD'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2672623595552069196</id><published>2008-12-30T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:48:00.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Movie and Book Differences. :)) Repost from Cheska.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Twilight Book and Movie Differences.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Rosalie doesn't drive a BMW convertible, but a Mercedes convertible. It's still red tho. My theory, Summit got a deal on the cars if they used both Mercedes (hers and Carlisle's).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Emmett's jeep isn't red, it's white.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Edward's Volvo is different then what Stephenie had posted on her website a LONG time ago. It's a hatchback. Google "Volve C30" to see what the car looks like. But yes, it's still silver.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Mr. Banner (biology teacher) has been re-named to Mr. Molina. So it's not a new character, just a name change.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;NEW CHARACTER: Waylon Forge. He is used for an extra scene (see below) and has mostly to do with the Nomad vamps. If he's used for other scenes before the Marina, I don't know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;NEW SCENE: Marina. In this scene the Nomads meet with "Waylon" and they feed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Laurent was described as having "olive toned" skin and being French. Edi Gathegi (Laurent) is a "black olive", as he describes himself, and is using a "French-American" accent in the movie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;NEW SCENE: The greenhouses. The biology classes take a field trip.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;A lot of the appearences of the Forks High kids are different from the book to movie. Like Eric for example... He's supposed to be this dorky kid with bad acne and slick black hair. Justin Chong (Eric Yorkie) is a hot asian kid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;There is no Ben Cheney in the movie. Angela goes to prom with Eric and they're rediculously happy together. So for New Moon, and etc... if they make those movies, my guess is that Angela will date Eric instead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Alot of the major and important lines in the book will still be said, but in a different setting. For example, don't be upset if your favorite line from the book is said in Edward's bedroom, instead of in his car on the way back from Port Angeles.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;The inside of the Cullen house is more modern then the "old plantation style home" we all have in our heads. Yes, it still has all those window walls, but the rooms aren't draped in fabric and all that jazz.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;In the book, Bella meets Jacob at the beach. In the movie, Jacob is shown from the beginning when Bella arrives at Charlies from the airport and Jake, Billy &amp; her new truck is there at the house.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Prom is not in the highschool's gym. It's at a lil bed &amp; breakfest type place called The View Point in. Prom theme is Monte Carlo, a casino type feel and it's beautiful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;The restaraunt that Bella &amp; Edward go to in Port Angeles isn't a lil italian place with Bella's name in the title, but a place called The Bloated Toad. Not sure what kind of food it is, but Bella does order Mushroom Ravioli still&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;NEW SCENE: The Carver Cafe. This is a tiny lil cafe place where in this scene the Forks High kids are there eating, plus Bella &amp; Charlie. This is where those two really connect in the movie. PLUS in this scene something really cool happens. STEPHENIE MEYER makes a cameo She has the "vegitarian plate" ordered to her. What a pun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;In the book, we never really "see" Phil (Renee's new husband). But in the movie we do, especially in the beginning in "Arizona" (actually filmed in CA) before Bella leaves for Forks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;NEW SCENE: Arizona, Bella's house. In the book it starts off with her going to the airport. We get to see Bella's house in the movie and things happen there. Renee &amp; Phil are packing the car to take her to the airport, Bella plants a cactus somewhere in their front yard, and Bella's friends comes to say goodbye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;The ballet studio scene is a lil different then what described in the book. The studio itself is HUGE. Plus we get to see more of the fight scene, dismemberment &amp; burning of James. Since in the book during that part Bella was mostly "passed out", in the movie we get to see all this while Bella is "passed out".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Edward does some "trick" with an apple in a cafeteria scene. This brings in the book cover to us book fans.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;All the Cullen family members wear "the Cullen family crest" somewhere on them at all times. From a necklace, to a patch, to a wrist band, you'll see it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;In the baseball scene, the Cullen family members wear baseball attire (like jersey's, pants &amp; whatnot) and when the Nomads come they play ball with the Cullen's for a bit before "smelling" Bella.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;NEW SCENE: Treetops. Everyone is pretty much freaking out about this. It's no big deal, it's actually cute. First off, they are not flying. At the end of the trailer, Eward and Bella jump outta his bedroom window. He is trying to show her his vampire-ness and what he can do to scare her. From the ground he then says the famous "spidermonkey" line and then climbs/jumps up the tree, and he sorta jumps from tree top to tree top trying to scare her. Of course we know that this doesnt phase her and she isn't scared of him, his amazingness just dazzles her and loves him even more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Let's talk hair shall we? First off, yes Rob (Edward) dyed his hair. He has that coppery-ness to it. Peter (Carlisle), Kristen (Bella) and Elizabeth (Esme) have all dyed their hair also. Ashley (Alice) and Nikki (Rosalie) are wearing wigs. Jackson's (Jasper) hair in the first released promo pics was a wig, but it's not now. It's dyed and wavy and all natural. Kellan (Emmett) has that natural curliness to his hair that was perfect for the role of Emmett, but his hair was cut short for another movie he was filming and there wasnt enough time to grow his hair back. That is why his hair is so short. So don't blame Summit for choppin it off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Charlies house.. umm, well the kitchen atleast, is different from the book. It has a dishwasher (unlike the book) and the cabinets are a yellowish green. The book says they were painted yellow by Renee to try to bring in some more sunlight... so when Bella steps in the kitchen in the movie and you see green everywhere, don't gasp in the theater. LoL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Here is a list of lil details that are the same from the book to movie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** Kristen Stewart has green eyes. She is wearing brown contacts for the movie to be more like the discription of Bella in the book.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** The Cullen members have contacts to wear also, a golden color &amp; black.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** Bella's &amp; Carlise's cars are the same from book to movie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** Bella is still clumsy as ever. There are places randomly where she trips in the movie and things like that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** We still have these majorly important scenes (in no specific order):&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;the meadow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;the beach where Jake tells Bella all the legends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;when Bella meets the Cullen family at their house (they even cook for her)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;the Tyler's van crash scene&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;both hospital scenes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;vampire baseball!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;the beach visit with the Forks High kids&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Edward (Robert) playing the piano (FYI: Rob Pattinson is a pianist. So he will really be playing the piano, it won't be dubbed. Also, he's been givin the chance to write a song and submit it to the sound people for a possible "Bella's lullaby".)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;the all important biology scene when Edward first meets Bella&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Port Angeles (including the dress shop, Bella being "stalked", Edward rescuing her &amp; takin her to eat at a restaurant)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;Bella storming in on her dad and tells him she's leaving and then driving to Arizona and staying in the hotel where Alice has her vision of James in the ballet studio... etc.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** Jasper is left handed in the books. Jackon Rathbone (Jasper) has learned to do everything left handed to carry on that. Can you imagine batting the opposite way that you normally do? I can imagine trying it, but actually hitting a ball? Wow Jackson.. way to go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** Robert Pattinson (Edward) went to voice lessons and stuff to learn to speak with an American accent amazingly so.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** Billy Black is still in a wheelchair.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** Sam Uley is at the beach with the rest of the "La Push gang" in the movie, just like the book. And also, just like the book, he is the one to tell Bella and her friends that the Cullen's aren't allowed on their land.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;** Bella's bedroom still has a tree on the outside up to her window when Edward &amp; Jacob use it to climb in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(REPOST FROM CHESKA)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2672623595552069196?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2672623595552069196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2672623595552069196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2672623595552069196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2672623595552069196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie-and-book-differences.html' title='Twilight Movie and Book Differences. :)) Repost from Cheska.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-742342950705316218</id><published>2008-12-30T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:39:32.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unang Bahagi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Parang kelan lang, ako yung hamak na tagapagbantay ng klase ng BSM 2-3D. Adik kasi si VP eh. Ako yung pinagbantay. Nakakatamad pa man din iyon. Labag sa kalooban ko iyong gawin iyon! Hahaha. Buti na lang sinamahan ako ni Carlet. Ayun. Distribute ng papel, sabi ng instruction. Sabay saksak ng earphone ng iPod at sulat ng notes sa PolSci. Si Carlet naman, todo text kay Papa Renz. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti pa siya, may lovelife&lt;/span&gt;, sabi ko sa sarili ko. Pero di bale, di naman importante iyon. Sembreak na kasi, bakasyon si Papa Renz sa Quezon. Kaya text na lang ang communication nila. Ako naman, nanlilimahid na sa pagsusulat ng libro sa notebook ko na kinokopya ko sa libro. Hanep talaga!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos nang mag-exam yung binabantayan ko. Last na din naman sila. Pagkatapos noon, wala na akong babantayan. Tatambay lang ulet ako sa office at mageedit ng pictures sa Photoshop. Hmm. Akalain mo nga namang pagkatapos may kumuha ng number.. ni Carlet. Hehe. Syempre. Maganda. Kaya go lang mga tol. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero may nagkamali din naman sa akin&lt;/span&gt;. Akalain mo nga naman, sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;mukhang paang to?!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Lupet na naman. Ganito pa ang banat eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;GUY1: Ate, anong number mo?&lt;br&gt;AKO: Ha? Ako ba?&lt;br&gt;GUY1: Oo ikaw.&lt;br&gt;AKO: Globe? Smart?&lt;br&gt;GUY1: Globe. Globe.&lt;br&gt;AKO: Sige, 0916*******.&lt;br&gt;GUY1: Anung name mo nga ulet ate?&lt;br&gt;AKO: Pau.&lt;br&gt;GUY2: Ate, ako din enge number mo.&lt;br&gt;AKO: Globe din? Smart?&lt;br&gt;GUY2: Smart.&lt;br&gt;AKO: Haha. Minsan ko lang gamitin yan, pero sige lang. 0929*******.&lt;br&gt;GUY2: Name mo ulet ate?&lt;br&gt;AKO: Pau po.&lt;br&gt;GUY2: Ah, sige ate, salamat.&lt;br&gt;AKO: Wala pa akong load ah. Baka hindi ako makareply. Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hahaha. Malupet no? Dalawa lang yan pero dahil kailangan ko din ng textmate, sige lang. Nakwento ko pa nga to sa kasama kong SA eh. Malandi daw ako. Lols. Ganun naman talaga pag maganda. Ay. Panget pala. Hehe. Sa kasamaang palad, hindi ko nareplyan si Guy 2. Hindi ko kasi dala yung Smart ko na phone, kasi Globe ang madalas kong gamit noon. NagsSmart lang ako kapag magtetext si Tol. Pagdating ko sa bahay, akalain mong 12 agad ang text messages! Haha. Lupet ni Guy 2. Kaya ayun, excuses ako. Bla bla bla. Hindi ko dahil phone ko, keme, ayun. Haha. Napag-alaman ko din na ang pangalan niya ay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raymond&lt;/span&gt;. Tapos, game! Text text na!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero ang madalas kong ka-text yung isa. Yung Globe. Si Jay. Akalain mong sabihin sa akin na gusto daw ako. Hehe. Ka-text din niya si Carlet, at nakakatawa mang isipin, yun din yung sinabi niya. Hehe. Pagkatapos noon, hindi na ako gaano nag-text. Masyadong hectic ang schedule. Kaya hindi ko na sila narereplyan. Nagpapadala pa din ng GM si Raymond sa Smart, pero nakakagulat isang araw, hindi na siya nagpadala. Siguro kasi hindi ako nagrereply. Pero parang nakakapanibago. Dahil nga lagi akong naka-Globe, kahit papano, nakakatext ko pa din si Jay. Kaya minsan, sabi ko sa kanya, itanong kay Raymond kung bakit di na siya nagtetext. Aba. Nagdrama. Bakit daw hindi na lang siya ang itext ko. Kamusta naman. Sabi ko sa Smart yun, iba yun, Globe kasi siya. Ay ewan. Buti na lang tumigil agad. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nakakatawa mang isipin, hindi ko na matandaan yung itsura nila pareho. Hehe. Ang tanga eh no? Minsan lang kasi ako nagpunta sa klase nila. As in once. Binalita pala sa akin ni Jay na pareho kami ng PE nang dumating ang second sem. Lawn Tennis. Hanep. Mauuna nga lang ang klase namin bago sila, kaya looking forward siyang makita ako. Lols. Joke lang yun. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After three weeks siguro iyon, nag-text na ulit si Raymond. Kasi nag-text ako. Haha. Inactivate ko ulit iyong Smart ko kasi puno ako ng hinanakit. Tungkol kay Tol yan. Nageexpect ako na baka magtext siya. At isa pa, Smart din kasi iyong bago kong prospect. Tinext ko na din.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Napagalaman ko na kaya pala hindi nagtetext si Raymond kasi akala niya siya iyong tinutukoy ko sa bulletin ko sa FS. Walangya. Eh si ***** yun eh! Hehe. Iyong hindi ko na katropa. Basta iyon. Akala niya siya. Nagsorry naman ako and sinabi kong hindi siya iyon pagkatapos kong makarecover sa pagsisigaw ng "Waah! Hindi siya iyon!" sa bahay namin. Kaya ayun, bati na ulit kami (parang nag-away eh noh?). Tapos ayun, usap-usap ulit. Tinanong niya kung ako ba daw iyong nakikita niya sa tennis court na may kasama laging lalaki. Sabi ko oo, at si Conrad, iyong bestfriend ko, iyong tinutukoy niyang lalaki. Akala daw niya BF ko. Hehe. Sabi ko hindi. Tinanong din niya kung BF ni Carlet iyong lagi niyang kasama. Si Papa Renz, oo. Hehe. Nalaman ko din na iba pala ang PE niya. Basketball. Kasabay ng tennis namin, bago yung tennis ng klase nila. Pagkatapos, kinamusta niya iyong lovelife ko. Hahaha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AS IF NAMAN MERON&lt;/span&gt;!! Pero ito ang sagot ko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wala ako nun. Hindi uso."&lt;/span&gt;.  Sabi niya, nabasa daw niya iyong bulletin ko sa FS na may subject na, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAPAG AKO NAGKABOYFRIEND, DAPAT...&lt;/span&gt;". E puro echos lang iyon sabi ko. Ayaw maniwala. Pero pinilit ko pa din. Sabi niya, kaya daw siguro natatakot iyong mga lalaki na ligawan ako dahil doon. Hehe. Sabi ko wala din namang magkakamali.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a week, may seminar ako noon. Peer Facilitators Seminar. Sa kasamaang palad, tumama sa araw na magtetennis na kami ng totoo. Pero dahil wala pa naman iyong kasama ko, nag-PE ako. Inaayos ko iyong gamit ko noon eh, tapos may nakita akong lalaking nakatingin sa akin. Sino kaya ito? Napagtanto ko na lang na baka si Raymond iyon. Ay. Siya nga. Haha. Diba, hindi ko ng matandaan iyong mukha niya? Kaya ayun. Inassume ko na lang. Ngumiti ako, ngumiti din siya. Tapos nakita ko iyong text niya sa Smart phone ko, tinatanong kung nasa school na ako. So siya nga yon. Dahil malakas tama ko, tinuro ko siya kay Conrad. Sabi ko, iyon iyong textmate ko. Sinabi ko din kay Carlet, kasi parang history na sa amin iyong ginawa naming pagbabantay dati at kabilang si textmate sa history na iyon. Pagkatapos noon, naglaro na kami ng Tennis. Nakakalimang palo pa lang yata ako sa bola, dumating na iyong kasama ko sa seminar. Kaya nagpaalam na ako kay Sir. Hehe. Dahil katabi lang ng tennis court iyong basketball court, lumipad iyong bola ng kabarkada ko doon. Dahil ako iyong palabas ng court, sa akin pinapulot. Grand entrance tuloy ako sa court na iyon sabay pulot then bato sa tennis court. Nakita tuloy ako ni Raymond. Tinanong kung bakit daw aalis na ako. Sabi ko may seminar. Akala daw niya magccutting ako. Sabi ko hindi ako ganoon. Nagpaalam na ako. Nang papalakad na kami ng kasama ko sa seminar papuntang library, tinanong ako kung sino iyon. Sabi ko textmate ko. Akala daw niya kung "sino". Nakuha ko agad. Ibig sabihin noon, akala niya boyfriend ko or nanliligaw or crush ko or whatever na related sa love and relationship. I-note niyo iyong sinabi ko: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hindi ah. Kung hindi lang ako loyal, naging crush ko iyon. Kaso hindi eh."&lt;/span&gt; Natawa lang siya sa akin. Pero napagtanto ko, na pwede ko nga siya maging crush; kung naalala ko lang iyon itsura niya. Pogi tol eh. Hahaha! Seminar ka na!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-742342950705316218?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/742342950705316218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=742342950705316218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/742342950705316218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/742342950705316218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/unang-bahagi.html' title='Unang Bahagi.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-1943714907254303940</id><published>2008-12-29T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:01:20.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lina Inverse. Slayer. Shet. Tigilan na ako pleasee! :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;DOTA! DOTA! DOTA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lengskiii.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVobVgoKCs8AAHZPJfM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lengskiii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVobVgoKCs8AAHZPJfM1/WC3ScrnShot-122808-175535-04.jpg?et=hzRrj3q%2BXrW907%2CVWV7UFw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bawal na akong mag-DOTA. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehehe. Kung kelan ako natuto saka naging bawal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero sheeettt!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakaka-high! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-1943714907254303940?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1943714907254303940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=1943714907254303940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1943714907254303940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1943714907254303940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/lina-inverse-slayer-shet-tigilan-na-ako.html' title='Lina Inverse. Slayer. Shet. Tigilan na ako pleasee! :DD'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2989174606135977508</id><published>2008-12-29T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:58:10.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT: The Movie and the Book.</title><content type='html'>Twilight Book and Movie Differences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rosalie doesn't drive a BMW convertible, but a Mercedes convertible. It's still red tho. My theory, Summit got a deal on the cars if they used both Mercedes (hers and Carlisle's).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Emmett's jeep isn't red, it's white.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Edward's Volvo is different then what Stephenie had posted on her website a LONG time ago. It's a hatchback. Google "Volve C30" to see what the car looks like. But yes, it's still silver.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mr. Banner (biology teacher) has been re-named to Mr. Molina. So it's not a new character, just a name change.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEW CHARACTER: Waylon Forge. He is used for an extra scene (see below) and has mostly to do with the Nomad vamps. If he's used for other scenes before the Marina, I don't know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEW SCENE: Marina. In this scene the Nomads meet with "Waylon" and they feed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Laurent was described as having "olive toned" skin and being French. Edi Gathegi (Laurent) is a "black olive", as he describes himself, and is using a "French-American" accent in the movie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEW SCENE: The greenhouses. The biology classes take a field trip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A lot of the appearences of the Forks High kids are different from the book to movie. Like Eric for example... He's supposed to be this dorky kid with bad acne and slick black hair. Justin Chong (Eric Yorkie) is a hot asian kid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is no Ben Cheney in the movie. Angela goes to prom with Eric and they're rediculously happy together. So for New Moon, and etc... if they make those movies, my guess is that Angela will date Eric instead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alot of the major and important lines in the book will still be said, but in a different setting. For example, don't be upset if your favorite line from the book is said in Edward's bedroom, instead of in his car on the way back from Port Angeles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The inside of the Cullen house is more modern then the "old plantation style home" we all have in our heads. Yes, it still has all those window walls, but the rooms aren't draped in fabric and all that jazz.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the book, Bella meets Jacob at the beach. In the movie, Jacob is shown from the beginning when Bella arrives at Charlies from the airport and Jake, Billy &amp; her new truck is there at the house.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Prom is not in the highschool's gym. It's at a lil bed &amp; breakfest type place called The View Point in. Prom theme is Monte Carlo, a casino type feel and it's beautiful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The restaraunt that Bella &amp; Edward go to in Port Angeles isn't a lil italian place with Bella's name in the title, but a place called The Bloated Toad. Not sure what kind of food it is, but Bella does order Mushroom Ravioli still&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEW SCENE: The Carver Cafe. This is a tiny lil cafe place where in this scene the Forks High kids are there eating, plus Bella &amp; Charlie. This is where those two really connect in the movie. PLUS in this scene something really cool happens. STEPHENIE MEYER makes a cameo She has the "vegitarian plate" ordered to her. What a pun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the book, we never really "see" Phil (Renee's new husband). But in the movie we do, especially in the beginning in "Arizona" (actually filmed in CA) before Bella leaves for Forks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEW SCENE: Arizona, Bella's house. In the book it starts off with her going to the airport. We get to see Bella's house in the movie and things happen there. Renee &amp; Phil are packing the car to take her to the airport, Bella plants a cactus somewhere in their front yard, and Bella's friends comes to say goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The ballet studio scene is a lil different then what described in the book. The studio itself is HUGE. Plus we get to see more of the fight scene, dismemberment &amp; burning of James. Since in the book during that part Bella was mostly "passed out", in the movie we get to see all this while Bella is "passed out".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Edward does some "trick" with an apple in a cafeteria scene. This brings in the book cover to us book fans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All the Cullen family members wear "the Cullen family crest" somewhere on them at all times. From a necklace, to a patch, to a wrist band, you'll see it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the baseball scene, the Cullen family members wear baseball attire (like jersey's, pants &amp; whatnot) and when the Nomads come they play ball with the Cullen's for a bit before "smelling" Bella.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEW SCENE: Treetops. Everyone is pretty much freaking out about this. It's no big deal, it's actually cute. First off, they are not flying. At the end of the trailer, Eward and Bella jump outta his bedroom window. He is trying to show her his vampire-ness and what he can do to scare her. From the ground he then says the famous "spidermonkey" line and then climbs/jumps up the tree, and he sorta jumps from tree top to tree top trying to scare her. Of course we know that this doesnt phase her and she isn't scared of him, his amazingness just dazzles her and loves him even more.&lt;br&gt;Let's talk hair shall we? First off, yes Rob (Edward) dyed his hair. He has that coppery-ness to it. Peter (Carlisle), Kristen (Bella) and Elizabeth (Esme) have all dyed their hair also. Ashley (Alice) and Nikki (Rosalie) are wearing wigs. Jackson's (Jasper) hair in the first released promo pics was a wig, but it's not now. It's dyed and wavy and all natural. Kellan (Emmett) has that natural curliness to his hair that was perfect for the role of Emmett, but his hair was cut short for another movie he was filming and there wasnt enough time to grow his hair back. That is why his hair is so short. So don't blame Summit for choppin it off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Charlies house.. umm, well the kitchen atleast, is different from the book. It has a dishwasher (unlike the book) and the cabinets are a yellowish green. The book says they were painted yellow by Renee to try to bring in some more sunlight... so when Bella steps in the kitchen in the movie and you see green everywhere, don't gasp in the theater. LoL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is a list of lil details that are the same from the book to movie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** Kristen Stewart has green eyes. She is wearing brown contacts for the movie to be more like the discription of Bella in the book.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** The Cullen members have contacts to wear also, a golden color &amp; black.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** Bella's &amp; Carlise's cars are the same from book to movie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** Bella is still clumsy as ever. There are places randomly where she trips in the movie and things like that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** We still have these majorly important scenes (in no specific order):&lt;br&gt;the meadow&lt;br&gt;the beach where Jake tells Bella all the legends&lt;br&gt;when Bella meets the Cullen family at their house (they even cook for her)&lt;br&gt;the Tyler's van crash scene&lt;br&gt;both hospital scenes&lt;br&gt;vampire baseball!!&lt;br&gt;the beach visit with the Forks High kids&lt;br&gt;Edward (Robert) playing the piano (FYI: Rob Pattinson is a pianist. So he will really be playing the piano, it won't be dubbed. Also, he's been givin the chance to write a song and submit it to the sound people for a possible "Bella's lullaby".)&lt;br&gt;the all important biology scene when Edward first meets Bella&lt;br&gt;Port Angeles (including the dress shop, Bella being "stalked", Edward rescuing her &amp; takin her to eat at a restaurant)&lt;br&gt;Bella storming in on her dad and tells him she's leaving and then driving to Arizona and staying in the hotel where Alice has her vision of James in the ballet studio... etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** Jasper is left handed in the books. Jackon Rathbone (Jasper) has learned to do everything left handed to carry on that. Can you imagine batting the opposite way that you normally do? I can imagine trying it, but actually hitting a ball? Wow Jackson.. way to go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** Robert Pattinson (Edward) went to voice lessons and stuff to learn to speak with an American accent amazingly so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** Billy Black is still in a wheelchair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** Sam Uley is at the beach with the rest of the "La Push gang" in the movie, just like the book. And also, just like the book, he is the one to tell Bella and her friends that the Cullen's aren't allowed on their land.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** Bella's bedroom still has a tree on the outside up to her window when Edward &amp; Jacob use it to climb in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(REPOST FROM CHESKA)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2989174606135977508?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2989174606135977508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2989174606135977508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2989174606135977508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2989174606135977508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie-and-book.html' title='TWILIGHT: The Movie and the Book.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-4299228996427040543</id><published>2008-12-29T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:35:54.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My turn! My turn! QC Escapade. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now it's my turn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just got home from Raymond's house. You read right people. I was just introduced a while ago to his mother, sister and brother. Believe it or not I was speechless! I know, I know. I'm really a talkative person, but now I met my match. I was nervous to death. I think I'll faint!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay. Too much for the exaggeration. This kind of reaction is due to my shock tagged as "First Time Shock". It's my first time to be introduced to my boyfriend's parents. He's my second boyfriend. Therefore, when me and my ex-boyfriend were still together I wasn't introduced. So, that's that. Har-har.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His mom is really fun to be with, as well as his sister. I spent my time there smiling and watching ITALY and Bolt. By 4 PM, I bade goodbye. So does he. We planned to go to Riverbanks Marikina, but because of the drama "strict ang parents ko",  he just accompanied me home. You read right. Home. All the way to Antipolo, he travelled. Sweet. We rode a bus to Cubao and strolled for like ten minutes in Farmer's Plaza. I bought my sister her Christmas gift: a pink shutter shades. Then we went to Gateway, the conio mall, in which we were both allergic to. Then we headed for Cogeo. We arrived at our village at 6 then we walked from the foot to the top of our mountain. He had dinner at our place and we had a few laughs. I introduced him to my ninang, my father's sister, since she was not around last Christmas. My father told me to let him go home since they are watching TV Patrol with headlines of hold-up and killing. Perfect. So along with my father, my sister and me, we accompanied him to the tricycle terminal. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Smile slash nervous tips. Alright. :)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-4299228996427040543?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4299228996427040543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=4299228996427040543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4299228996427040543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4299228996427040543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-turn-my-turn-qc-escapade.html' title='My turn! My turn! QC Escapade. :))'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-479565467662905995</id><published>2008-12-27T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:33:41.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namamasko po!! Haneeppp!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extravagant amount of money is at hand. Good luck to me who is assigned to spend this. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The normal pamasko to the godchildren/grandchildren/daughter is in season today. Duh. It's Christmas season. What's wrong with the tradition is that the blessings I got are too far from expected! I'm really thankful but it's shocking!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Help me spend my blessings! Come on! :DD   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-479565467662905995?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/479565467662905995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=479565467662905995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/479565467662905995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/479565467662905995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/namamasko-po-haneeppp.html' title='Namamasko po!! Haneeppp!!'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5689767593267821101</id><published>2008-12-26T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:32:49.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leng is super duper Lazy. Hahaha.</title><content type='html'>Academics is entirely out of my mind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was only yesterday when I found out that I still got LOTS, as in LOTS, to do. I can't enumerate them all, though I did it in my notepad, all I know is that I'll be submitting them all on JANUARY 6, 2009. What a New Year! It's only now that I realized that this is a very excruciating gift for the 4D. Thanks a lot profs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But, bitterness aside, I'm planning to do these things before deadline. And this is one of my new year's resolutions. :DD   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5689767593267821101?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5689767593267821101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5689767593267821101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5689767593267821101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5689767593267821101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/leng-is-super-duper-lazy-hahaha.html' title='Leng is super duper Lazy. Hahaha.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8525029935615486009</id><published>2008-12-25T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:32:06.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2008. Remarkable indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the happiest Christmas I ever had. It's a different feeling when you spend a memorable day with your family and with someone you really love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Raymond went to our house last December 25. He even pulled a joke on me early that morning saying that he couldn't make it because of a hangover. Damn, I thought. But just like what happened the other day, he was just testing my reaction. I gave him a "Pfft." for that. Ha-ha! He came with Bernie, my sister's friend. My sister and I went to the tricycle terminal to fetch them since they will surely have a hard time locating our house; even if Bernie knew the way. I tried to get back to him by greeting Bernie, instead of him. But this guy's too tough to handle. He did the same to my sister, as if I never existed on that scene (disregard the Twilight adaptation^^). The first five minutes of our meeting was him bugging me because of my hair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speaking of hair, I cut my hair short yesterday. If I say it's short, it's really short. It's my hairstyle last summer, the one I cursed saying that I will not be doing anything with my hair after that short look. But it backfired. Now, I am doing the same old promise once again, saying that I will not cut my hair ever again. Laugh out loud. What really pissed me off about this style is that he told me that he will leave me because of this short hair. Damn hair. Really damn hair. Only to find out that he's joking once again. I'm really pissed of that time, I didn't reply to any of his text messages. Ha-ha! But I gave in, don't worry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back to his trip to our mountain, I'm so happy that my mom and dad is delighted to see him. I mean, not really delighted, but really civil to his visit. My mom will laugh at his jokes and will converse with him if she has time. My father, who knew him first, gave him a formal greeting then he went to my ninong's house (talk about sessions). He brought brownies and my favorite, puto, which was made by his mom. I didn't dare to eat it that day; I'm saving it. Lalala.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What we did, along with Bernie and Apol, was laugh and take pictures. I didn't engage in their vanity because I'm still adjusting to my new hair. Darn. So they are the ones who have shots. Though I'm still doing some chores that day, I managed to have time for them, and to him specifically. He even planned to sleep at our house, but he's too shy to ask my mom. In the end, he didn't really had the chance to sleep here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before he and Bernie went home, he had a conversation with my Ninong Momet, who gave him precautions. He told him not to hurt me, bla bla bla. You know the usual conversation between an adult and a guy who is dating their precious little girl. I just laughed the whole discussion off while he was silent and, I'm sure of this, scared. Ha-ha! :DD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Though the time we spent together were not so long, still, it made my Christmas so fulfilling. :)    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8525029935615486009?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8525029935615486009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8525029935615486009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8525029935615486009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8525029935615486009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day-2008-remarkable-indeed.html' title='Christmas Day 2008. Remarkable indeed.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6268822738859699046</id><published>2008-12-22T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:11:00.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simbang Gabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First time kong umatend ng Simbang Gabi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dati kasi tinatamad akong bumangon kapag alas-tres ng madaling araw para pumunta sa simbahan. Siyempre, bata pa ako noon. Ang sarap ng tulog. Kahit naman ngayon. Pero may something sa akin na nag-motivate para gawin itong tradisyon na ito. Ewan ko kung ano iyon. Pero laking pasasalamat ko sa bagay na iyon dahil mas lalo kong nakilala si God at si Jesus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi naman talaga ako banal na tao. Kahit iyong mama ko katekista sa simbahan, mayroong kung ano sa akin na parang napakalayo sa Diyos. Nagdadasal din naman ako pero kapag may kailangan lang at nagsisimba ako dahil kailangan din lang. Dati iyon. Pero nitong mga nakaraang araw, nakita ko na rin finally kung ano ang silbi ko bilang isang Katoliko. Iyon ay para mahalin ang Maykapal at pagsilbihan siya habang buhay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa Simbang Gabi ako namulat sa iba't-ibang pananaw. Nakita ko na ang Diyos lang talaga ang may hawak ng lahat. Napatunayan ko iyon ng magkaroon ako ng mental/emotional breakdown, in short topak, dahil sa kapraningan. May mga bagay kasi akong naiisip na nangyayari sa akin na hindi naman talaga. Praning kumbaga. Kung dahil sa stress o kung ano man, hindi ko na alam. Basta ang alam ko, noong mga panahong iyon, si God ang kasama ko. Wala naman kasi akong ibang mapagsasabihan. Sa totoo lang, kapag sinabi ko ito sa iba, baka masapak pa ako. Kaya ipinasa-Diyos ko na lang, at swerte ko, tinugon ni Lord ang panalangin ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Iyong pagtugon niya sa mga hiling ko ang nagpatunay sa akin na meron pa palang nakakaintindi sa akin. Na kahit iwan ako ng mga taong pinagkakatiwalaan ko, meron pa ring Diyos na gagabay sa akin. Siya iyong magmamahal sa aking ng totoo at magiging tunay na kaibigan ko hanggang sa huli. Kaya naman ipinangako ko sa Kanya, kahit alam kong ilang beses na Niyang narinig sa akin ito, magbabago na ako. Dahil alam kong lahat ng bagay na ginagawa ko sa mundo, para sa Kanya. Nakakahiya na tuloy gumawa ng kasalanan sa isang taong ibinigay ang lahat sa iyo. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kaya Lord, tatapusin ko itong Simbang Gabi para sa Inyo. Kahit super lamig ng tubig sa madaling-araw, kahit inaantok ako tuwing misa, kakayanin ko po para sa Inyo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you Lord sa lahat ng blessings Niyo. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6268822738859699046?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6268822738859699046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6268822738859699046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6268822738859699046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6268822738859699046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/simbang-gabi.html' title='Simbang Gabi'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-455354188024138901</id><published>2008-12-22T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:07:00.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matagal na panahon rin. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na hindi ako nakapag-post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ito na siguro ang pinakamalalang sakit ng isang blogger: ang katamarang gumawa ng bagong sulatin. Haay. Natamaan yata ako doon. Matagal na rin kasi akong hindi nakapagpost. Although marami akong gustong sabihin, tinatamad naman akong i-type lahat. May mga times kasi na feel na feel kong magpost, magkakaroon ng hindrances (eg walang computer, may pinapagawa si VP, if ever nasa office ako, etc). Kaya ayun, nawawala iyong momentum.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngayon lang ulit nagkaroon. Siguro dahil hinihintay kong matapos yung pag-upload ng mga pictures ko sa Friendster. Pati iyong FS ko nga hindi ko pa na-uupdate eh. Hehe. Kahit na maraming tumatakbo diyan sa utak mo na dapat mong gawin, kung wala namang pagkukusa or pagsisikap para magawa iyon, wala ding kwenta. Dapat nga English post ko ngayon, tinamad din ako. Aaargh. Eto ka katamaran! Hahaha. :] Kitams? Hahaha. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-455354188024138901?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/455354188024138901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=455354188024138901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/455354188024138901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/455354188024138901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/matagal-na-panahon-rin.html' title='Matagal na panahon rin. :))'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-1746267912976161300</id><published>2008-12-22T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:54:00.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT FILIPINO VERSION. Reaction on this people. I need it! :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;ABS-CBN has bought the rights to make a tv version of the hit vampire novel "Twilight", ABS-CBN's CEO, Euegenio Lopez III signed a contract last December 6, 2008 for the&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; tv adaptation of Twilight, the rights cost a more than a million dollars, the taping is set to start next year by February in Baguio, Tagaytay, Bukidnon and some parts will tape outside the country. And it will be directed by Cathy Garcia Molina, the tv adaptation will focus with the love story between Edward and Bella, this is much more than a drama, romance, but also fantasy. This is co-produce by Ignite Media Inc.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Cast (Unofficial) :&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Rayver Cruz as Edward Cullen&lt;br&gt; Shaina Magdayao as Isabella Swan&lt;br&gt; Valeen Montenegro as Alice Cullen&lt;br&gt; Gabby Concepcion as Dr. Carlisle Cullen&lt;br&gt; Luis Manzano as Emmett Cullen&lt;br&gt; Al Tantay as Charlie Swan&lt;br&gt; Yayo Aguila as Renee Dwyer&lt;br&gt; Fred Payawan as Jacob Black&lt;br&gt; Carlos Agassi as James&lt;br&gt; Chin Chin Gutierrez as Esme Cullen&lt;br&gt; Karylle as Rosalie Hale&lt;br&gt; Joross Gamboa as Jasper Hale&lt;br&gt; Jessy Mendiola as Jessica Stanley&lt;br&gt; Empress Schuck as Angela Weber&lt;br&gt; Brad Murdoch as Laurent&lt;br&gt; Nikki Bacolod as Victoria&lt;br&gt; Aaron Villaflor as Mike Newton&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; source1:pinoyexchange.com&lt;br&gt; source2:tristancafe.com&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-1746267912976161300?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1746267912976161300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=1746267912976161300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1746267912976161300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/1746267912976161300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-filipino-version-reaction-on.html' title='TWILIGHT FILIPINO VERSION. Reaction on this people. I need it! :DD'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-56387655540672899</id><published>2008-12-15T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:31:19.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normality on Couples. I think it's a YES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a rough time for both of us these past few days. And I think this is pretty normal for couples. Like what others say, "If you guys don't fight, you're not normal". I just put things that way. There are quite numerous misunderstandings that we encounter, and all we need to do is be strong. I know that these are only challenges to make our relationship grow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love is enough to overcome these obstacles. Plus, I think we're normal.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-56387655540672899?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/56387655540672899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=56387655540672899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/56387655540672899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/56387655540672899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/normality-on-couples-i-think-it-yes.html' title='Normality on Couples. I think it&amp;#39;s a YES.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7026290089902774129</id><published>2008-12-15T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:40:00.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Go and Erik Santos. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the first time I liked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Erik Santos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Umm, I don't actually hate him, but there's something in him that made me despise him a lot. Maybe I just can't accept the fact that he is kinda gay. I don't know. Maybe the gossip had just gotten over my head. Everytime I see him in ASAP, I call him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baklang Erik&lt;/span&gt;. It's because of his gestures and maybe some of my instincts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But the way I look at him is different from the way I feel his music. I love his voice; the way it relays the message to the audience has some kind of soothing feeling which can make you cry or smile in an unexpected way. That was when I heard his song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll Never Go &lt;/span&gt;recently and I can't believe that the melody of  the song created such a huge impact in my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've heard of this song many times already; in the radio, in my iPod, everywhere. This song captured the hearts of many years ago, I guess it was when I was still in second year high school. It is the theme song of an Asianovela to which I can't remember the title. Ha-ha! Since then, I liked the song, followed by his other songs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say You'll Never Go &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung Akin Ang Mundo&lt;/span&gt;. But when I heard I'll Never Go after so many years, I had this intense emotion inside me that I will not let go of this song. And I promise to live to that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hearing the lyrics of the song reminded me of someone, someone who had shown me a different view of love. And I promise I'll tell more about this person soon. :))   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7026290089902774129?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7026290089902774129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7026290089902774129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7026290089902774129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7026290089902774129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-never-go-and-erik-santos.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll Never Go and Erik Santos. :))'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-4826192915064961851</id><published>2008-12-14T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:57:25.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Private School Dilemma made me a Person of Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't have the slightest idea why my foot is standing near this private school's gate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm extremely irritated to the fact that my presence can be felt here in Far Eastern University. Their LRT-like entrance, their green uniforms and their conio look which I can't stand is seen by my naked eye. I can't believe that I actually agreed to go here, along with my co-officers in iBITS, to attend a certain event.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Enough of the denials. I'm not forced to come here. I was invited. I agreed because this has something to do with my course, Information Technology. Today is the Launch Party of the Imagine Cup 2009, a worldwide IT competition. This competition is divided into eight categories; film making, photography, software development, gaming are some. Everything was really interesting. I was even motivated to join this contest. Each school will form a team and will compete locally. The top ten will be chosen and from those ten, one will be chosen. The school who will win in the local finals will represent the Philippines in the Imagine Cup Finals which will be held in Cairo, Egypt. Yup. Egypt. This is extremely one of a kind. An international competition for us, IT students. Right after that, I can feel my adrenaline rush. I want to be part of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But still, the ambiance of the hall we are in gives me the goosebumps. I hate being inside private schools. I don't know. Maybe because I am from a state university which I am extremely proud of; the university they criticize and call names. I didn't even notice that I am wearing a statement shirt. It said: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATAASAN NG UTAK, PABABAAN NG TUITION.&lt;/span&gt; The letters P-U-P are emphasized. Ha! It's about payback time I think. My bitterness enveloped my whole body during the first 2 hours of the seminar, but eventually it was gone. I enjoyed the next parts of the program.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was there when I saw Zoren Legaspi who is really handsome in person. He was now a director and he talked about film making. His words really made me interested in entering the world of film. But Jun Barrameda's works really captivated my soul. He was a photographer and he showed us his portfolio. The shots, men, it made me drool! They were so beautiful! The shots weren't edited in Photoshop; they were real. They are freshly developed from a professional camera. This pushed me to join the Photography category. I need to do this. I am a certified fan of photography, though it isn't really seen in me. I vowed to myself that although I only have a 4MP camera, I will make a ravishing shot everyone will drool over too! High hopes. High hopes. Rawr. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The program ended at 6 PM and we had to go home. Everything was fulfilling except that I can't believe I entered a private school; yet it made me a different person. A person of photography.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-4826192915064961851?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4826192915064961851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=4826192915064961851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4826192915064961851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4826192915064961851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/private-school-dilemma-made-me-person.html' title='Private School Dilemma made me a Person of Photos.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-4657194222542466393</id><published>2008-12-13T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:48:00.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I did was upload photos this mornight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Old pics. New pics. Name them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've uploaded them all here in Multiply. I guess I have that near-PC-death feeling. I must back everything up now. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, I've just woke up from the dream that somewhat made me smile. :)) Sharing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-4657194222542466393?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4657194222542466393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=4657194222542466393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4657194222542466393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/4657194222542466393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-did-was-upload-photos-this.html' title='All I did was upload photos this mornight.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8277828540984729879</id><published>2008-12-04T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:58:01.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakahaggard. Grrr. Pero ayos lang. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngayon lang ako natapos magpareceive ng files, magxerox, magpamigay ng Bingo cards at maglakad. Grabe. Nakakapagod. Tapos bigla pang sumakit iyong ulo ko. Napatakbo kasi ako kanina eh. Todo harang si Ma'am Ellen sakin kasi nakita niya sina Dean ng CNFS at si Sir Bernabe. Pinatakbo ako ng bonggang bongga para maipareceive iyong files sa kanila. Kaya ayon. Umalog utak ko. Hahaha. :)) Tapos mag-aassemble pa pala ako ng PC. Magaling. Wala pa pala akong pahinga. Huhuhu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ganito yata ang parusa sa mga hindi nagdduty. Haha. :)) Pero ayos lang. Masaya naman eh. Mahal ko trabaho ko no. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ay. Mag-aaral pa pala ako sa OS at Psychology mamaya. Nakanang. Ayos lang. Mahal ko pag-aaral ko eh. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nakanang. Nakapag-review na kaya si Emong? Itetext ko pa pala siya. Naman. Alam na. &lt;strong&gt;MAHAL KO IYON EH.&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8277828540984729879?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8277828540984729879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8277828540984729879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8277828540984729879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8277828540984729879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/nakakahaggard-grrr-pero-ayos-lang.html' title='Nakakahaggard. Grrr. Pero ayos lang. :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8003616191258523116</id><published>2008-12-04T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:23:01.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palusot lang. Namimiss ko lang si Emong. Hahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm. Bakit kaya ganun? Kapag andito ako sa office, napakabagal ng oras. Pero kapag kasama ko siya, ang bilis. Unfair! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lols. Praningan na naman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8003616191258523116?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8003616191258523116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8003616191258523116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8003616191258523116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8003616191258523116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/palusot-lang-namimiss-ko-lang-si-emong.html' title='Palusot lang. Namimiss ko lang si Emong. Hahaha.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2369571472203133378</id><published>2008-12-04T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:22:00.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;No matter how hard I try to act as if nothing happened, there will always be. The memories of three weeks ago still haunt my unconscious state, reliving the scenes of unfaithfulness and weakness. I've always tried hard not to remember the things that questioned my strength and traumatized my well-being. I wanted to escape from the chains of memories trapped inside my head. But it's too late. I am attached to it, and someday, I hope I can break free.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As I close my eyes, I see darkness. There are dim lights from the ceiling, enough to let people see the path they are taking. I walked forward, but with minimal speed; enough to let him catch up to me. My chest tightened as the memories flash one by one. I shook my head with full effort, trying to banish the picture away from my thoughts. But it never went away. I saw myself walking up the stairs. Finally, there was light. It's not as blinding as the sun, but it somehow made the view clearer. There were lines; lines of seats. There are two sets of stairs dividing the lines. I took a step so I can reach the last of the lines. As I took another step, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I shuddered but I didn't let him notice. He asked me where do I want to sit. His hand secured my shoulder tightly but gently, enough to give me support if ever I outbalanced. I looked at the second to the last row in the middle. I didn't answer his question, I continued to walk up. The time we reached the area my eyes were aiming at a while ago, I stopped. He gave out another question. "Where do you want to sit here?" he whispered. I can feel his warm breath behind my ears. I walked to the middle of the row and answered, "Here". We both sat eyeing the big wall in front of us. From there I can see the black rows below. There were few people in the place, I can count them with my fingers. I placed both of my hands on my face to warm myself. It was cold in there, which reminded me of the reason why I'm here. "A cold-blooded human, that's what I am," I thought. I lifted my head to stop the tears from falling, my eyes meeting the tiny bulbs that give light to us. With that, I closed my eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I saw myself in another place, one I am not familiar of. I saw him walking away from me and I found myself smiling. That is what I intended to do anyway. But once I blinked my eye, I saw another picture. He was running after me, shouting my name. I tried very hard to run away, pretending not to hear his shouts. I can see the agony in his face, he was never giving up. A word caught my ear, "Why?". The word kept ringing in my head until I got the  courage to face him. There was a girl in the background, and she was reaching for his  hand. She stopped him from running after me and held him tight. I stopped running. I can feel my heavy breathing from the getaway I made. I watched the girl wipe his tears away and I felt pain. "I'm not supposed to feel this way," I told myself, still looking at the two figures a few meters away from me. I can see him pouring his heart out to the girl; telling her about the pain I caused him. I wanted to explain myself, that it isn't what I intended to do to him. I tried to shout, but my voice never came out. It seemed like there was a glass keeping me away from the scenario I'm witnessing. I can feel the tears flow down my cheek. I'm starting to feel sorry for what I did. "He don't deserve this," I told myself. That was the time the girl turned her head to me. Her expression was blank, but there was a smile on her lips. Her smile was saying "Thank You" to me. I saw her walking away, with him. "No," I muttered under my breath. I started to run after them, but it seemed that the road stretched as I get near them. They were being pulled far from my reach. I can't catch up with them. I can hear them laughing as I hear myself cursing. "This is not the way it's supposed to be. This is the right thing to do, but this isn't the thing I want to do," I shouted at them, but to no avail. They can't hear me. Their laughs were mixed with another sound; the sound of a glass breaking. Their voices were slowly fading away, until the sound of the breaking glass was the only sound I could hear. I wondered where the sound came from, as there was no glass to be found in that place. The sound grew louder as my body grew weaker. It hurts. It was as if there was something taken away from me that moment. My knees were shaking and I can't stand straight anymore. My chest was contracting, making me hold onto it. As the sound grew louder, the more pain I felt. I cried and shouted calling his name and apologizing. It was only then I realized where the sound came from. It was within me. I was breaking. I never believed that I could be this fragile. I always knew that I am indestructible; I can face anything that come my way. But today proved that I never was. I kept crying as the sound faded. I can no longer feel my body nor hear the beating of my heart. Everything within me is broken now. Voices took the place of the breaking sound. The voices were laughing, they were singing, and they were simply talking. I can feel the joy in the voices, there's no way it can be hidden. I am not stupid to not recognize the voices. It was mine and his. Then the place transformed into a wide screen. The film started rolling. I know the story. It was me and him. From the day we first met and the day I decided to leave everything we had behind. I felt like I'm running out of tears to cry; because my crying never stopped. This place could be an ocean of tears now. The voices disappeared, as well as the wide screen. I didn't see myself either. What's left were the pieces of glass broken a while ago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2369571472203133378?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2369571472203133378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2369571472203133378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2369571472203133378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2369571472203133378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/traumatized.html' title='Traumatized.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-3790176187110711311</id><published>2008-12-04T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:18:00.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowbatt ako ngayon. Badtrip. &gt;.&lt;!-- &lt; --&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually kahapon. Hindi ngayon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anligalig ko kahapon. Parang wala ng bukas yung pagka-hyper ko. Nakakahiya tuloy sa asawa ko. &gt;.&lt; Kaya nga sabi ko last na kahapon. Hahaha. :)) Para na akong hindi tao e.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nakakatamad dito sa office. Wala na naman si VP. Ang lungkot. Umuulan pa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-3790176187110711311?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3790176187110711311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=3790176187110711311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3790176187110711311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3790176187110711311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/lowbatt-ako-ngayon-badtrip.html' title='Lowbatt ako ngayon. Badtrip. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;!-- &amp;lt; --&amp;gt;'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2721434457882222429</id><published>2008-12-03T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:25:42.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maglaro tayo. Tennis. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. PE namin ngayon. As usual, tennis na naman. May nararamdaman akong kakaiba ngayon eh. Feeling ko madadapa ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alas-siete na ng umaga. Nakatambay pa rin kami ni Dir. Duque sa dakila naming FX. Kumakain pa siya eh. Gawain na namin ni ama iyon; sa daan kami kumakain or sa tapat ng NALLRC kami kakain. Bahala na kung ano matripan. Obviously, sitting pretty si Ama habang kumakain. Samantalang ako, natataranta na. 7:10 na, hindi pa rin siya tapos kumain. 7:30 ang klase ko sa PE. Mga 7:15 kami umakyat ng office. Bale may 15 minutes pa. Late na ako sa isa ko pang agenda.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To be continued na lang. Tinatamad pa ako magkwento eh. Lols. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2721434457882222429?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2721434457882222429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2721434457882222429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2721434457882222429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2721434457882222429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/maglaro-tayo-tennis.html' title='Maglaro tayo. Tennis. :))'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2198948649812318181</id><published>2008-11-27T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:06:45.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala na akong pake kung 26 kahapon. Past is Past. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MASAYA NA KO NGAYON. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HINDI NA AKO MAG-ISA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALUPET TALAGA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look after my heart, I left it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my life now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEY.XXVii&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2198948649812318181?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2198948649812318181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2198948649812318181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2198948649812318181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2198948649812318181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/wala-na-akong-pake-kung-26-kahapon-past.html' title='Wala na akong pake kung 26 kahapon. Past is Past. :)'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8599462473923283145</id><published>2008-11-26T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:51:22.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SM Centerpoint: The Twilight Zone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The long wait is over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Twilight is now showing on all cinemas nationwide. Today's November 26. Me and my friends decided to watch the film at SM Centerpoint right after our Physics class. There are a few problems at first. Ha-ha! But the main problem is..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1:45 PM&lt;/span&gt;. That's the time we're supposed to watch the movie. Two of my friends who didn't attend our class bought the tickets. Our Physics class is up to 1:30. Great. A 15-minute ride to the mall. Good luck to us. Minus the screams and rants. Luckily, our professor is in a good mood. He dismissed us at 12:30. Nicee. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. So we reached the movie in time. We even bought our snacks in the supermarket a few levels below the cinema. I am seated beside Bev and Conrad. Tonet beside Conrad. Expect a very reaction-based watching. Ha-ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As for the movie feedback, I am not satisfied with the movie. My imagination is way better than the portrayal actually. Maybe it's because I already read the book before I watched the movie, that's why there are numerous expectations from me. My other friends shared the same insight. I'm not alone. Rawr. Haha. But I guess if you haven't read the book, the movie is really worth watching for you. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But whatever, I still love Twilight. Major love for EDWARD CULLEN. :) Vampires rock!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8599462473923283145?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8599462473923283145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8599462473923283145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8599462473923283145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8599462473923283145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/sm-centerpoint-twilight-zone_26.html' title='SM Centerpoint: The Twilight Zone.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2993254289419880307</id><published>2008-11-26T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:50:58.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SM Centerpoint: The Twilight Zone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The long wait is over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Twilight is now showing on all cinemas nationwide. Today's November 26. Me and my friends decided to watch the film at SM Centerpoint right after our Physics class. There are a few problems at first. Ha-ha! But the main problem is..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1:45 PM&lt;/span&gt;. That's the time we're supposed to watch the movie. Two of my friends who didn't attend our class bought the tickets. Our Physics class is up to 1:30. Great. A 15-minute ride to the mall. Good luck to us. Minus the screams and rants. Luckily, our professor is in a good mood. He dismissed us at 12:30. Nicee. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. So we reached the movie in time. We even bought our snacks in the supermarket a few levels below the cinema. I am seated beside Bev and Conrad. Tonet beside Conrad. Expect a very reaction-based watching. Ha-ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As for the movie feedback, I am not satisfied with the movie. My imagination is way better than the portrayal actually. Maybe it's because I already read the book before I watched the movie, that's why there are numerous expectations from me. My other friends shared the same insight. I'm not alone. Rawr. Haha. But I guess if you haven't read the book, the movie is really worth watching for you. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But whatever, I still love Twilight. Major love for EDWARD CULLEN. :) Vampires rock!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2993254289419880307?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2993254289419880307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2993254289419880307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2993254289419880307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2993254289419880307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/sm-centerpoint-twilight-zone.html' title='SM Centerpoint: The Twilight Zone.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2192328841098438668</id><published>2008-11-25T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:31:01.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakakabahan ka ba kung gagawin mo to? Hahaha. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Hmm. I can't believe I did that. :)) Yet it felt so relieving. So wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHEETTT&lt;/span&gt;. English. Nakakadugo. MagtaTagalog muna ako. Nakakatamad na mag-English e. Hehehe. Masyado na akong fluent. Lols. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anlupet ng araw na to. Grabe. Di ko akalaing magagawa ko iyon. Saksihan..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Kakadaan lang sa tapat ng Teresa Chapel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;^^: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sign of the Cross* &lt;/span&gt;Lord. Gabayan niyo po ako sa gagawin ko ngayon. Kung ano man ang mangyari, Kayo na po ang bahala. Amen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Now Playing: The Remedy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;^^: Papa.&lt;br&gt;--: Hey.&lt;br&gt;^^: May sasabihin ako sa iyo.&lt;br&gt;--: Ano iyon?&lt;br&gt;^^: Ayoko din namang mag-secret sa inyo.&lt;br&gt;--: O sige. Ano yon?&lt;br&gt;^^: May nanliligaw sa akin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*naririnig ko iyong effects ng trailer ng The Day After Tomorrow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;--: Edi manligaw siya. Sino ba iyon?&lt;br&gt;^^: *pangalan*&lt;br&gt;--: Basta tsaka na yan.&lt;br&gt;^^: Ang alin? Nanliligaw lang naman. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*defensive? HAHAHA.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;--: Basta, wag iyong mga date. Ganun.&lt;br&gt;^^: Hindi ako nakikipag-date. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Traumatized. Refer to previous blog posts. Hahaha.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After 20 minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--: Anong year na nun Paw?&lt;br&gt;(naka-headset) ^^: 2nd year po.&lt;br&gt;--: Anong course?&lt;br&gt;^^: *course*&lt;br&gt;--: Ah. Saang tribo siya galing? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ANO DAW??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;^^: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tawa na lang*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;--: *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tawa din*&lt;/span&gt; Biro lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Now Playing: Two Less Lonely People In The World)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Adik noh? Hehe. Ewan ko. Ganyan lang talaga ata ako. :) Praning. Hahaha. Sinabihan pa nga niya si Apol na kilalanin kung sino iyon eh. Haha. Kilatisin daw niya. Lols.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kung sino yang sinasabi ko. Secret. Walang clue. Bahala na kayo. Hahaha. :) First time mangyari sakin ang umamin ng ganyan. Iyong ex ko ka sinabi ko kami na e. Ngayon, maiba naman. :D Mabait ako e. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Mahal ko magulang ko. :)&lt;/span&gt; Amen yun!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2192328841098438668?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2192328841098438668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2192328841098438668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2192328841098438668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2192328841098438668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/kakakabahan-ka-ba-kung-gagawin-mo-to.html' title='Kakakabahan ka ba kung gagawin mo to? Hahaha. :D'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7722055728036438887</id><published>2008-11-24T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:52:00.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now ** SMILES. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking in your eyes I see a paradise&lt;br&gt;This world that Ive found&lt;br&gt;Is too good to be true&lt;br&gt;Standing here beside you&lt;br&gt;Want so much to give you&lt;br&gt;This love in my heart that Im feeling for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let em say were crazy, I dont care about that&lt;br&gt;Put your hand in my hand baby&lt;br&gt;Dont ever look back&lt;br&gt;Let the world around us just fall apart&lt;br&gt;Baby we can make it if were heart to heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And we can build this dream together&lt;br&gt;Standing strong forever&lt;br&gt;Nothings gonna stop us now&lt;br&gt;And if this world runs out of lovers&lt;br&gt;Well still have each other&lt;br&gt;Nothings gonna stop us, nothings gonna stop us now&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Im so glad I found you&lt;br&gt;Im not gonna lose you&lt;br&gt;Whatever it takes I will stay here with you&lt;br&gt;Take it to the good times&lt;br&gt;See it through the bad times&lt;br&gt;Whatever it takes is what Im gonna do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let em say were crazy, what do they know&lt;br&gt;Put your arms around me baby&lt;br&gt;Dont ever let go&lt;br&gt;Let the world around us just fall apart&lt;br&gt;Baby we can make it if were heart to heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And we can build this dream together&lt;br&gt;Standing strong forever&lt;br&gt;Nothings gonna stop us now&lt;br&gt;And if this world runs out of lovers&lt;br&gt;Well still have each other&lt;br&gt;Nothings gonna stop us, nothings gonna stop us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ooh, all that I need is you&lt;br&gt;All that I ever need&lt;br&gt;And all that I want to do&lt;br&gt;Is hold you forever, ever and ever, hey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And we can build this dream together&lt;br&gt;Standing strong forever&lt;br&gt;Nothings gonna stop us now&lt;br&gt;And if this world runs out of lovers&lt;br&gt;Well still have each other&lt;br&gt;Nothings gonna stop us&lt;br&gt;Nothings gonna stop us, whoa&lt;br&gt;Nothings gonna stop us now, oh no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey baby, I know, hey baby, nothings gonna stop us&lt;br&gt;Hey baby, woo, nothing, hey baby&lt;br&gt;Nothings gonna stop us now yeah   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7722055728036438887?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7722055728036438887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7722055728036438887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7722055728036438887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7722055728036438887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-gonna-stop-us-now-smiles.html' title='Nothing&amp;#39;s Gonna Stop Us Now ** SMILES. :))'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6316601600260524110</id><published>2008-11-24T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:44:00.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentions. HAHAHA. Ampapanget niyo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wala lang. Balak ko lang magligalig ngayon. Nandito iyong boss ko sa likod ko kasama ang aking Amang Hari. Haha. Ewan ko kung nababasa nila iyong tinatype ko. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wala ding kinalaman iyong title ng post na ito sa ngayon. Masaya kaya ako. Tae kasi iyong background music dito. I mean iyong mga kanta dito sa opisina. Puro senti. Haha. Officially Missing You, All Out of Love. Mga ganun. Kamusta?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Am I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL OUT OF LOVE&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HINDI PO&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6316601600260524110?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6316601600260524110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6316601600260524110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6316601600260524110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6316601600260524110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/pretentions-hahaha-ampapanget-niyo.html' title='Pretentions. HAHAHA. Ampapanget niyo!'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-3872034951200597713</id><published>2008-11-24T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:40:00.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I 57% SUCK AT SCHOOL * RAWR . :))</title><content type='html'>[  ] You got an IR. &lt;br&gt;[X]You got your cellphone taken away. &lt;br&gt;[X] You got caught cheating.&lt;br&gt;[X] You chewed gum during class. &lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] You`ve been late to a class more than ten times.&lt;br&gt;[X] You didn`t do homework over five times.&lt;br&gt;[X] You returned requirements in late.&lt;br&gt;[X] You faked sick. &lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] You got your mom or dad to get you out of school. &lt;br&gt;[X] You texted people during class.&lt;br&gt;[X] You passed notes. &lt;br&gt;[  ] You threw stuff across the room. &lt;br&gt;[X] You laughed at the teacher. &lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[X] You went on Multiply, Friendster, Facebook, etc. on the computer at school. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[X] You took pictures in the classroom. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[] You called someone during class.&lt;br&gt;[X] You listened to your iPod in class. &lt;br&gt;TOTAL:  12&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[  ] You threw something at the teacher.&lt;br&gt;[ ] You went outside the classroom without permission.&lt;br&gt;[ ] You broke the dress code.&lt;br&gt;[X] You snuck out to S`mall.&lt;br&gt;[x] You ate during class. &lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 14&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[x] You got a call home.&lt;br&gt;[X] You studied for the wrong exam. &lt;br&gt;[X] You didn`t take your stuff to school.&lt;br&gt;[  ] You got a PTC and didn`t give it. &lt;br&gt;[  ] You forged your parent`s signature on a test or slip. &lt;br&gt;[  ] You cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear. &lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 17&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[X] You slept in class. &lt;br&gt;[  ] You threw paper balls at the teacher.&lt;br&gt;[  ] You threatened a teacher.&lt;br&gt;[  ] You felt hungry in class so you went to the canteen.&lt;br&gt;[X] You treated the teachers like they were invisible.&lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 19&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;= 17&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=19  x 3 = 57&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Multiply your total by 3, then repost&lt;br&gt;as "I ___% SUCK at school."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;C R E D I T S&lt;br&gt;This is a repost from Summer. :))&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-3872034951200597713?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3872034951200597713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=3872034951200597713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3872034951200597713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3872034951200597713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-57-suck-at-school-rawr.html' title='I 57% SUCK AT SCHOOL * RAWR . :))'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-8963140656872497786</id><published>2008-11-23T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:47:01.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Donn pa lang nagagawan ko ng Layout sa FS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang tamad ko kasi. Hahaha. :)) Si Donn lang ang laging nangungulit sa akin na gawin ko na iyong profile nya. Kaya ayon. Pinagtyagaan ko na. Sana masiyahan siya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Siya nga pala. Sa mga gusto ng dati kong layout dito sa Multiply™, ipopost ko iyon soon. Inyo na. :D Hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-8963140656872497786?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8963140656872497786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=8963140656872497786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8963140656872497786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/8963140656872497786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/si-donn-pa-lang-nagagawan-ko-ng-layout.html' title='Si Donn pa lang nagagawan ko ng Layout sa FS.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-3683006504305385744</id><published>2008-11-23T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:01:00.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bago nanaman. Haha. Adik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BAGO NANAMAN LAYOUT KO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAKAKATAMAD GUMAWA. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-3683006504305385744?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3683006504305385744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=3683006504305385744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3683006504305385744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/3683006504305385744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/bago-nanaman-haha-adik.html' title='Bago nanaman. Haha. Adik.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-7347789484355545464</id><published>2008-11-23T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:42:00.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MOON SOON ON THE BIG SCREEN! :)) YAHOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/news/articles/1599994/20081122/story.jhtml"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks to Cheska for the news! :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-7347789484355545464?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7347789484355545464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=7347789484355545464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7347789484355545464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/7347789484355545464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-moon-soon-on-big-screen-yahoo.html' title='NEW MOON SOON ON THE BIG SCREEN! :)) YAHOO!'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-217076994848118557</id><published>2008-11-22T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:51:01.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala pa akong mahabang tulog. Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yooowwww! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang aga ko mag-net ngayon. Magsisimba kasi kami. 6:15 yung mass kaya kailangang maaga magising. Anong oras ba ako natulog? 2:45 AM ata. Iyon ang tantsa ko. Nagising ako ng 4:57 AM. Therefore, ilang oras yan? 2 HOURS? Uu. 2 hours na tulog. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kahapon naman, 1 AM na ako natulog, nagising ako ng 6:30. Kung sa bagay, hindi lumalagpas ng 5 hours iyong tulog ko. Pwera mamaya siguro. Masakit talaga iyong ulo ko ngayon! Hahahaha. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero kung sa tingin niyo, napipilitan lang akong wag matulog, hindi. Masaya kaya magpuyat at makipagkwentuhan! :D Aliw iyon! Tsaka hindi naman ito iyong first time na nangyari to eh. Meron nga akong 3 araw na magkakasunod na walang tulog.  Ah. Basta. Aliw naman kasi talaga. Sariling kagustuhan ang mapuyat eh noh?..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-217076994848118557?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/217076994848118557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=217076994848118557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/217076994848118557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/217076994848118557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/wala-pa-akong-mahabang-tulog-haha.html' title='Wala pa akong mahabang tulog. Haha.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-667429062628647133</id><published>2008-11-20T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:30:01.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngayon ay Huwebes. Naka-duty ako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. Galing akong work. Pero puro ako tawa. Hahahaha. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wala akong inatupag sa OVPRD kundi mag-PC. Lagi namang ganoon. Wala si VP ng umaga eh, kaya sinulit ko ang pagf'Facebook™ at pagf'Friendster™. Pero nung bandang hapon na, todo assemble kami ni Ma'am Marian ng PC. Bugbog! Lumabas ang pagka-IT ko! Magbunyi. Windows Vista na iyong PC na ginagamit ko. Parang nung umaga lang, nagpapakasasa pa ako sa pagiinternet at paglalaro ng Feeding Frenzy 2 na halos mamatay na ako sa kaba (Ikaw kaya ang kainin nung mga malalaking isda!!). Pero ngayon, hindi ko na halos magamit. Bukod pa sa pagiging Vista ng PC na iyon, damay na rin doon ang pagiging upgraded ng Microsoft Office. Dahil doon, hello sayo MS Office 2007. Nakakawindang talaga iyon. Hindi ko ma-gets kahit anong gawin ko. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang masaklap sa araw na ito ay ito. Nagdownload ako ng Pizza Frenzy at Nanny Mania doon sa dating PC. Natuwa ako eh. Malaman ko na lang na kay Vice President pala mapupunta iyong PC na iyon. Kamusta! Nandoon din sa PC na iyon iyong mga layout requests ng mga friends ko sa Friendster. Di bale. Babawiin ko lahat iyon! Bwahahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meron pa. Nakita ko si ANO na may kasamang ANO. Blind Item iyan. Di pedeng sabihin. Muntik pa nga akong nawalan ng pag-asa. Akala ko di niya ako papansinin. Pero dahil alam kong may lihim siyang pagtingin sa akin, hindi ako nalungkot. Haha. Pinansin ako eh. Lols. Joke. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meron pa ulit. Magkikita ulit kami ng mga... ewan. Bahala na. Alam na ni Lord iyon. Lord! Help me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero masaya naman talaga ngayon. Bukod sa nag-text na si ISA PANG ANO, ka-text ko din si Bestfriend at si Bhe. Ay. Rereplyan ko pa pala sila! Ano ba yan! Hahaha. Nakalimutan ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kung ano iyong nakakatawa sa araw na ito.. tawa lang kayo. Hahaha. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-667429062628647133?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/667429062628647133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=667429062628647133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/667429062628647133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/667429062628647133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/ngayon-ay-huwebes-naka-duty-ako.html' title='Ngayon ay Huwebes. Naka-duty ako.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-6408825246500628936</id><published>2008-11-18T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:04:00.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The intensity of HER addiction will still prevail. It's just at rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talk about Asian dramas. :] I'm still one of the addicted. I may be busy right now, but just wait and see.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LINE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why Why Love&lt;br&gt;Hot Shot&lt;br&gt;Rolling Love (continuation)&lt;br&gt;Superstar Express&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be watching it soon. HAHAHA. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-6408825246500628936?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6408825246500628936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=6408825246500628936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6408825246500628936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/6408825246500628936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/intensity-of-her-addiction-will-still.html' title='The intensity of HER addiction will still prevail. It&amp;#39;s just at rest.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5047147304586391351</id><published>2008-11-18T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:15:07.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM 96% ADDICTED TO MUSIC. :D</title><content type='html'>ALTERNATIVE:&lt;br&gt;[x] Breaking Benjamin&lt;br&gt;[x] Paramore &lt;br&gt;[x] Panic! At The Disco&lt;br&gt;[x] Linkin Park&lt;br&gt;[] The Academy Is...&lt;br&gt;[x] Coldplay&lt;br&gt;[x] Three Days Grace&lt;br&gt;[x] Yellowcard&lt;br&gt;[] 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br&gt;[ ] Chevelle&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;COUNTRY:&lt;br&gt;[ ] Rascal Flatts&lt;br&gt;[x] Carrie Underwood&lt;br&gt;[x] Leanne Rhymes&lt;br&gt;[ ] Garth Brooks&lt;br&gt;[x] Dixie Chicks&lt;br&gt;[ ] Kenny Chesney&lt;br&gt;[] Tim McGraw&lt;br&gt;[x] Faith Hill&lt;br&gt;[x] Shania Twain&lt;br&gt;[ ] Johnny Cash&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 12&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EMO:&lt;br&gt;[] Hawthorne Heights&lt;br&gt;[] Chiodos&lt;br&gt;[] Forgive Durden&lt;br&gt;[x] Amber Pacific&lt;br&gt;[x] The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br&gt;[] From First to Last&lt;br&gt;[x] Senses Fail&lt;br&gt;[] Underoath&lt;br&gt;[] Something Corporate&lt;br&gt;[] Hit The Lights&lt;br&gt;[] Dear Whoever&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 15&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;INDIE:&lt;br&gt;[] The Hush Sound&lt;br&gt;[] Eisley&lt;br&gt;[] Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br&gt;[x] Dashboard Confessional&lt;br&gt;[] The Killers&lt;br&gt;[] Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br&gt;[] Hot Hot Heat&lt;br&gt;[] Gym Class Heroes&lt;br&gt;[] Franz Ferdinand&lt;br&gt;[] Modest Mouse&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 16&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;METAL:&lt;br&gt;[x] Slipknot&lt;br&gt;[x] System of a Down&lt;br&gt;[x] Disturbed&lt;br&gt;[x] Metallica&lt;br&gt;[x] Guns n' Roses&lt;br&gt;[] Lamb of God&lt;br&gt;[] Slayer&lt;br&gt;[x] Hatebreed&lt;br&gt;[x] Killswitch Engage&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 23&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;POP:&lt;br&gt;[] Teddy Geiger&lt;br&gt;[x] Ashlee Simpson&lt;br&gt;[x] Kelly Clarkson&lt;br&gt;[x] Jesse McCartney&lt;br&gt;[x] Avril Lavigne&lt;br&gt;[x] Pink&lt;br&gt;[] The Veronicas&lt;br&gt;[] Daniel Powter&lt;br&gt;[x] James Blunt&lt;br&gt;[x] Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br&gt;[x] Ryan Cabrera&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 31&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;POWERPOP/PUNK:&lt;br&gt;[] Hellogoodbye&lt;br&gt;[] Cute is What We Aim for&lt;br&gt;[] Cartel&lt;br&gt;[x] The Click Five&lt;br&gt;[x] Fall Out Boy &lt;br&gt;[] Rise Against&lt;br&gt;[x] Good Charlotte&lt;br&gt;[x] Bowling for Soup&lt;br&gt;[] Relient K&lt;br&gt;[] Anti - Flag&lt;br&gt;[x] Simple Plan&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 36&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;RAP:&lt;br&gt;[] Ying Yang Twins&lt;br&gt;[] T.I.&lt;br&gt;[ ] Paul Wall&lt;br&gt;[] 2pac&lt;br&gt;[] Jamie Foxx&lt;br&gt;[x] Ludacris&lt;br&gt;[x] Lil' Jon&lt;br&gt;[x] Outkast&lt;br&gt;[x] 50 Cent&lt;br&gt;[x] Kanye West&lt;br&gt;[] Notorious B.I.G&lt;br&gt;[x] Young Jeezy&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 39&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SKA:&lt;br&gt;[] reel big fish&lt;br&gt;[ ] The Specials&lt;br&gt;[] Mad Caddies&lt;br&gt;[] Rancid&lt;br&gt;[ ] The Aquabats&lt;br&gt;[] Sublime&lt;br&gt;[x] No Doubt&lt;br&gt;[ ] Madness&lt;br&gt;[] Operation Ivy&lt;br&gt;[x] Bob Marley&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 41&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ROCK:&lt;br&gt;[x] Taking Back Sunday&lt;br&gt;[x] All American Rejects&lt;br&gt;[] Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br&gt;[] Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br&gt;[] Angels and Airwaves&lt;br&gt;[x] Evanescence&lt;br&gt;[x] My Chemical Romance&lt;br&gt;[] Drowning Pool&lt;br&gt;[x] Green Day&lt;br&gt;[] Blink 182&lt;br&gt;[] Madina Lake&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 46&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CLASSIC ROCK:&lt;br&gt;[x] The Beatles&lt;br&gt;[] Led Zeppelin&lt;br&gt;[] The Rolling Stones&lt;br&gt;[] The Cure&lt;br&gt;[] The Who&lt;br&gt;[] Pink Floyd&lt;br&gt;[] Jimi Hendrix&lt;br&gt;[x] Queen&lt;br&gt;[] Van Halen&lt;br&gt;[ ] Poison&lt;br&gt;[] AC/DC&lt;br&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 48&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;** Guess I'm so not addicted! :D Rawwr. Busy days. Busy days. Chill. Oops. Tis is  a repost from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KESSO&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5047147304586391351?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5047147304586391351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5047147304586391351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5047147304586391351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5047147304586391351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-96-addicted-to-music-d.html' title='I AM 96% ADDICTED TO MUSIC. :D'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5312462946167096779</id><published>2008-11-17T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:25:43.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH DOESN'T PUT AN END TO LOVE. I'M CRYING LIKE A MADMAN. &gt;,&lt;!-- &lt; --&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 140px;height: 208px;" class="alignleft" src="http://www.impawards.com/2004/posters/if_only_ver4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF ONLY. :((  IF ONLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not being emo-ish okay? I just pushed STOP to our DVD remote control. It already ejected the second disc of If Only I borrowed from Ma'am Weng.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know what to say. All I know is I'm really crying my heart out now and I admit I was dragged by the story. The movie starred &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;/span&gt; and I don't know the guy who played Ian. It's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana Maulit Muli&lt;/span&gt;, the teleserye by Kim Chiu and Gerald Anderson (actually, this is the movie basis for the teleserye's plot). It's all about the importance of love and the greatest gift you can ever give to a loved one... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5312462946167096779?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5312462946167096779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5312462946167096779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5312462946167096779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5312462946167096779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-doesn-put-end-to-love-i-crying.html' title='DEATH DOESN&amp;#39;T PUT AN END TO LOVE. I&amp;#39;M CRYING LIKE A MADMAN. &amp;gt;,&amp;lt;!-- &amp;lt; --&amp;gt;'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-5032887493516839053</id><published>2008-11-13T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:42:51.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I promise that this will be the last time you'll hear from me. I will never put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life with no more interference from me. It will be as if I'd never existed.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WILL BE AS IF I'D NEVER EXISTED. IT WILL BE AS IF I'D NEVER EXISTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WILL BE AS IF I'D NEVER EXISTED. IT WILL BE AS IF I'D NEVER EXISTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The words kept ringing on my head. It's been a while since I last talked to him.. happily. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He's been a good friend of mine; he became the person who made me laugh, made me forget about all the problems I had and kept me in one piece when I'm about to fall apart. He's my brother, my shock absorber. I don't know what's in him that made me feel comfortable though the tough times often come ahead. He would always remind me to chill and be happy. I felt at ease when I'm with him because I felt that I can tell anything to him without any worries at all. He's a true person; I know he's someone I can really trust.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But time is really unpredictable. This is the time where our friendship ends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hate hurting people. If being close to him will bring heartaches to other people, I'd rather give everything up. The friendship, the smiles, everything. And that's what I chose. I decided to leave the friendship we had behind, everything for the sake of the happiness of others. That decision was the best among all choices. There is no other way out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The minute he talked to me, me not minding him, brought some kind of pierce inside. This is not how it's supposed to feel. It is not right. Though inside I feel broken, this is the right thing to do; to refrain myself from hurting others. I don't care if it's hurting me, as long as it eases the feeling of others, it's okay. It's got to be okay. And that's it. I didn't pay much attention to his presence. I don't know if he noticed what I'm doing, but I think he isn't numb to feel that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As days went by, I learned how to isolate myself from him. Good. This is how the plan should go. But every passing minute tears me apart. Bit by bit, it hurts so much. I didn't know what has gotten into me, I cried. It was the time he was in front of me, he was smiling. Geez. That's the reaction I want to see; but somehow, it isn't right. Tears continued to flow. He didn't see it. Yeah right. But that instance, him not seeing me cry, killed me right on the spot. I didn't dare to shed more tears, I need to stop. This is the path I chose right? Now, I am not existing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The words of my close friend kept ringing in my head, days before I decided to do this fiasco of mine. "Do the things that you want to do; not the right things to do. It will give you heartaches in the end".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am not existing in his world now, that's the right thing. But not the thing I wanted. No wonder why I'm almost dead right now. Doing things to someone who do not deserve that kind of treatment. That's why a week after that, I found myself crying again. Cursing myself of the hurt I'm feeling right now. I cried myself to sleep that night. And hoped that tomorrow will be the day I would start to accept the fact that in his world, there is no longer someone like me existing. Just as planned. Right. Never wanted. :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-5032887493516839053?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5032887493516839053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=5032887493516839053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5032887493516839053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/5032887493516839053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2125901222401101235</id><published>2008-11-10T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:17:01.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Angle. Sort of explanation, but it isn't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obviously, this is the latest post I could come up with. It's not that I'm not interested of posting anymore, but my schedule doesn't fit with it. Geez. I'm on an all-day schedule for this semester. I only have a few time for checking my Friendster™ account slash Multiply™ slash doing layout requests slash posting. Being an employee, an org officer, a student, a follower of God and a simple person in one is really tough.. but fulfilling. It makes me realize what am I capable of doing. I learn little by little on how to prioritize things and give time to what is needed to be attended to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I did not lost myself in the process. It is still me, Paulene, but on a different angle. :]&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2125901222401101235?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2125901222401101235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2125901222401101235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2125901222401101235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2125901222401101235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/different-angle-sort-of-explanation-but.html' title='A Different Angle. Sort of explanation, but it isn&amp;#39;t.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343927194665023475.post-2811809776219178387</id><published>2008-11-05T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:06:41.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated Writer. EHEM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tsss. Hindi ko na itutuloy iyong DaLengLayp. Wala na akong oras ngayon. Ang saklap. Hayy. Baka gagawin ko na lang short stories iyong mga chapter nun. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Badtrip. &gt;,&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343927194665023475-2811809776219178387?l=lengskiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2811809776219178387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343927194665023475&amp;postID=2811809776219178387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2811809776219178387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343927194665023475/posts/default/2811809776219178387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengskiii.blogspot.com/2008/11/frustrated-writer-ehem.html' title='Frustrated Writer. EHEM.'/><author><name>Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18026617676986369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
