<?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-6034676</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:09:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wasted life!</title><subtitle type='html'>my day to day experiences...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-107867440674692273</id><published>2004-03-07T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T23:50:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a big pussy! Hindi muna ako mag-iingles ngayon dahil sobrang kabado pa ako sa nangyari. Brown-out kasi ngayon sa UPLB kaya nagkayayaan kaming libutin ang campus. Pinuntahan namin lahat ng mga lugar na sinasabing may multo.  Dumaan kami sa hanging bridge na sobrang kitid at bangin ang iyong huhulugan kapag sobrang tanga ka. Habang tumatawid kami at nagkakatakutan napitingin ako sa likod at nakita kong may anino ng isang lalake, pabiro akong sumigaw at tinakot ang mga kasama ko, tumakbo kami ng nagtatawanan pero nung lumingon kami pabalik wala na yung lalakeng asa likod namin. Pagkatapos nun nagpasya kaming umakyat papunta sa makiling. Naglalakad kami sa isang makitid na daan na kung saan wala kang makikita kundi mga puno. May hawak-hawak ako nung flashlight, habang naglalakad kami biglang na lang itong  nagpatay-sindi ng  ilang beses. Bago pa naman yung batteries nun at hindi ko naming sinadyang patayin yun.  Pagbalik naming nagpasya na lng kaming maglaro ng Counter Strike sa labas ng campus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-107867440674692273?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/107867440674692273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/107867440674692273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107867440674692273' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-107611860147923068</id><published>2004-02-07T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T09:52:24.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been months since i visited my fucking blog and i have nothing to share with you except for  this worthless article... &lt;br /&gt;Time management has really been my problem ever since i entered college. When i was a new freshman i was amazed of those cool looking org-shirts so i decided to join a number of organizations so i can also wear one of those cool shirts and parade it on campus. And now i have a lot of them, probably 6 and i still am obliged to buy another one. just in case your wondering why i have a lot for such a short time, i joined 2 acad orgs,a religious org and the other... you dont want to know. There came a time when i have to attend all meetings of those orgs in one night all at the same time and you know what i did? i just played ragnarok and escaped my obligations! I just noticed recently that those org-shirts aren't cool anymore and they're just a waste of money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-107611860147923068?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/107611860147923068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/107611860147923068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107611860147923068' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-107258515234435370</id><published>2003-12-28T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T12:21:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Ma, could you make me another glass of Milo?”&lt;/em&gt;It’s damn early in the morning and already I could that irritating voice. It’s the same voice I hear every night coming with a one-two punch and a kick in the butt combo. He does that every night, dreaming of fighting back to someone, probably dreaming of me… I don’t know if he does it on purpose, maybe he knows that it’s the only time where I’m rendered defenseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my brother. He always asks those silly questions even though the answers are right before his eyes. I hate the times he stands in front of the T.V. and acts like one of the actors every time I’m watching or the moments he gobbles up all the chips every time he notices that I’m approaching. He’s just… so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my patience to my stupid little brother ended one afternoon. I was playing this computer game when suddenly he approached me, took a chair and sit beside me. I knew he was up to something so I just waited for him to make his move. Suddenly, he placed his stinking mouth next to my ear and started saying: Copycat! Copycat! My brother’s a Copycat! Well actually that was nothing so I just ignored him but what he did next just killed him. He stood up, lifts up his hands and turned off the computer. Within a blink I grabbed his arm, twisted it a hundred degrees and dragged him into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a classic fight between David and Goliath. Nobody wanted to loose nor did anybody give an inch to his opponent. He grabbed all the pillows he could to defend himself and me, I threw all the punches and kicks I have. After a few minutes the fight was over. Nobody won. We were both gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly tears were falling from his eyes. He stared at me. He never looked at me that way before. It wasn’t anger or hatred that was running through his mind. It’s as if he disgusts me. It’s as if he regrets that we share the same blood running through our veins. I knew back then that we should part. I walked out of the room pretending like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We never talked that much after that incident. I think we had a mutual agreement not to bring that subject up. But we still have our little fights. Oh, by the way that stupid little creature is called by the name of Dexter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-107258515234435370?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/107258515234435370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/107258515234435370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107258515234435370' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-107010707940068800</id><published>2003-11-29T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T19:58:08.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ewan ko, naguguluhan din ako sa artik ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this kid on the MRT while I was on my way home from Los Baños, he was about 4-5 years old, brown eyes, black hair and a white skin complexion. He was holding a collection of Daredevil action figures; he was staring at it like you staring at the monitor right now. :) I could see the smile on the kid’s face and he was having this thumbs-up conversation with his dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it amazing how a toy could make someone so happy? A simple toy made of plastic that looks like some action hero could already put a kid in content. I continued to stare at the little boy. After a few seconds he noticed what I was doing so he hid behind his father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what came up to me that time. Maybe I just miss my childhood. I envy him, he has all this time in the world to have time with his dad. You see I grew up with my grandparents in the province so I didn’t really have a thumbs-up conversation with my dad. After my dad took me from my grandparent’s I was about 5 years old, he enrolled me in some stupid school. I did have time to play with him but not like that kid in the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to say that my relation with my father had shortcomings. I just want to be a father to a son and have all the time to play with him. NO, I’m not in a hurry to be a father. I just wanted to feel the feeling having a moment with someone else. Someone who would look up to me and appreciate the little things that I can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-107010707940068800?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/107010707940068800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/107010707940068800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107010707940068800' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-106947589477340223</id><published>2003-11-22T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T12:43:12.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a Sunday afternoon November 9 when I arrived at my dormitory. I just received the news that the classes will start two days before upon my arrival so I didn’t have much time to condition myself to go classes. When I arrived, I noticed that there were still a lot of people enjoying their semestral break. How stupid of me to expect that people will flood the dormitory 2 days before the start of 2nd sem. Bored, I worked my way out by sleeping in my comfy bed. Luckily, I wasn’t alone my roommate Bio (bi-yo) was there to share my boredom. (This is were the story starts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 10,2003&lt;br /&gt;Monday; 04:00 am: I was awaken by some strange sound, I was facing a wall with my closet behind me and I could hear the padlock of my closet keeps on bumping the door of the closet. I was scared so I just took the pillow and covered my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened days after that incident so I thought it was just my imagination so I just ignored it. But last Wednesday something peculiar happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 19,2003&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday; 12:00-01:00 pm: I was eating my lunch that time. My roommate Bio was sleeping and when he woke up to attend his class he saw a black lady standing in front of him saying “Ayaw mo? Ayaw mo? Ayaw mo?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spooky huh? When we heard that encounter we were convinced that there is a ghost in our room. But still that’s not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 20,2003&lt;br /&gt;Thursday; 04:00-05:00: I was enjoying my sleep when I was awaken (again) by some strange force. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t so I just lay down on my bed and started to count sheep’s.  My eyes were starting to receive sand from the sandman when all of a sudden the radio turned on. I shouted immediately cause I know that I was the only one awake at that time and nobody else could have turned on the radio. I opened the lights to ease my tension and when I got back in my bed I saw something black passing by in front of our closet. I was not the only one who saw that. My roommate Bio was having a nightmare and I could hear his moans. I woke him up and told him what happened. He said that he also saw a black thing passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night after that I slept at my friend’s room. I will never ever sleep in my room at night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-106947589477340223?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106947589477340223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106947589477340223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106947589477340223' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-106947624640512519</id><published>2003-11-22T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T12:50:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousin mailed this to me and I just want to share it with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ito ang mga huling taon ng dekada '80 at ang mga&lt;br /&gt;unang taon ng dekada '90. Ito ang panahong uso pa&lt;br /&gt;ang makiuso. Kung ginagaya mo ang style ng mga&lt;br /&gt;artista, hindi ka tatawaging jologs. Ito ang&lt;br /&gt;panahong tapos na ang martial law, pero malayo pa&lt;br /&gt;ang new millennium. Hindi pa high-tech pero di &lt;br /&gt;naman&lt;br /&gt;old fashioned. Saktong-sakto lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang panahon natin. Pero pano mo malalaman &lt;br /&gt;kung&lt;br /&gt;kabilang ka sa henerasyong ito? Narito ang &lt;br /&gt;listahan&lt;br /&gt;na makapagpapatunay if you're one of us. R U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paborito mong panoorin ang Shaider, Bio-man,&lt;br /&gt;Maskman, Mask Rider Black, Machine Man at kung&lt;br /&gt;ano-anong TV sitcom ng Japan na isinalin sa &lt;br /&gt;Tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;Break muna sa mga laro kapag alas singko na ng &lt;br /&gt;hapon&lt;br /&gt;tuwing Sabado dahil panahon na para sa superhero&lt;br /&gt;marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Alam mo ang jingle ng Nano-Nano. (isang &lt;br /&gt;kending&lt;br /&gt;lasang champoy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nanood ka ng Takeshi's Castle at naniwala &lt;br /&gt;kang &lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;Anjo Yllana talaga si Takeshi at si Smokey &lt;br /&gt;Manaloto&lt;br /&gt;ang kanyang alalay. (Pinagiisipan mo - pano sila&lt;br /&gt;lumalaban sa final challenge na parang nakasakay&lt;br /&gt;sila sa isang bumpcar at nagbabarilan sila gamit &lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;water gun gayong sa Japan ginagawa yun eh taga&lt;br /&gt;Pilipinas sila?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Alam mo ang pa-contest ng Kool 106 na&lt;br /&gt;uulit-ulitin mong bigkasin ang "Kool 106, Kool &lt;br /&gt;106"&lt;br /&gt;hanggang maubusan ka ng hininga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Naglaro ka ng Shake-Shake Shampoo,&lt;br /&gt;Monkey-Monkey-Annabelle, prikidam 123,&lt;br /&gt;Langit-Lupa-Impyerno, Syato, Luksong-Tinik,&lt;br /&gt;Luksong-Baka, 10-20 at kung ano-ano pang larong&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pumunta ang mga taga- MILO sa school niyo at&lt;br /&gt;namigay sila ng samples na nakalagay sa plastic &lt;br /&gt;cup&lt;br /&gt;na kasing laki nung sa maliit na ice cream. (at&lt;br /&gt;nagtaka ka, bakit hindi ganito ang lasa ng MILO&lt;br /&gt;kapag tinitimpla ko sa bahay namin?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. May malaking away ang mga METAL (mga punks na&lt;br /&gt;naka itim) at mga HIPHOP (mga taong naka &lt;br /&gt;maluwang &lt;br /&gt;na&lt;br /&gt;puruntong na kahit Makita na ang dalawang &lt;br /&gt;bundok.)&lt;br /&gt;Nag-aabangan sa mall na may dalang baseball bat &lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;kung anu-ano pang mga sandata. Sikat ang &lt;br /&gt;kasabihang&lt;br /&gt;"PUNKS NOT DEAD!" pero kung gusto mong mag play&lt;br /&gt;safe, pwede mong tawagin ang sarili mong HIPTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Alam mo ang universal uwian song na "Uwian &lt;br /&gt;na!"&lt;br /&gt;na kinakanta sa tono na parang doon sa kinakasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nagpauto ka sa Batibot pero hindi sa ATBP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Nakipag-away ka para makapaglaro ng brick &lt;br /&gt;game.&lt;br /&gt;(hi-tech na yun noon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ang "text" noon ay mga 1"x1.5" na karton na &lt;br /&gt;may&lt;br /&gt;mga drawing ng pelikulang pinoy. (at may dialog &lt;br /&gt;pa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Dalawa lang ang todong sumikat na wrestler, &lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;Hulk Hogan at si Ultimate Warrior. Naniwala ka &lt;br /&gt;rin&lt;br /&gt;na namatay si Ultimate Warrior nang buhatin niya &lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;Andre d' Giant dahil pumutok ang mga ugat niya sa&lt;br /&gt;muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Nagsayaw ka ng running man at kung anu-anong&lt;br /&gt;dance steps na nakapagpamukha sa'yong tanga sa &lt;br /&gt;saliw&lt;br /&gt;na kantang Ice Ice Baby, Wiggle It, Pray at Can't&lt;br /&gt;Touch This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hindi ka gaanong mahilig sa That's &lt;br /&gt;Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;at pinapanood mo lang ito tuwing Sabado kung saan&lt;br /&gt;nagpapagandahan ng production numbers ang Monday&lt;br /&gt;hanggang Friday group. (at badtrip ka sa &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;group dahil pinakabaduy lagi ang performance &lt;br /&gt;nila!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Napaligaya ka ng maraming pinoy bands tulad &lt;br /&gt;ng&lt;br /&gt;Yano, Rivermaya, Grin Department, Tropical&lt;br /&gt;Depression, The Teeth, The Youth, After Image,&lt;br /&gt;Orient Pearl, The Dawn, Alamid, Wolfgang, at ang&lt;br /&gt;sikat na sikat na Eraserheads. (at aminin mong&lt;br /&gt;nakinig ka ng Siakol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Kilala mo ang Smokey Mountain, (first and &lt;br /&gt;second&lt;br /&gt;generation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Hindi pa uso noon ang sapatos na may gulong.&lt;br /&gt;Noon, astig ka kapag umiilaw ang swelas ng &lt;br /&gt;sapatos&lt;br /&gt;mo tuwing ia-apak mo ito. Tinawag rin &lt;br /&gt;itong "Mighty&lt;br /&gt;Kid" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Kung lalaki ka, sikat na sikat sa'yo ang mga&lt;br /&gt;larong text, jolens, dampa (mga unang anyo ng&lt;br /&gt;pustahan), saranggola at ang dakilang manika &lt;br /&gt;niyo &lt;br /&gt;ay&lt;br /&gt;si GI-JOE with alipores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Kung babae ka naman, ang mga laro mo with &lt;br /&gt;you're&lt;br /&gt;girlfriends ay luto-lutuan, bahay-bahayan,&lt;br /&gt;doktor-doktoran, at kung anu-ano pang &lt;br /&gt;pagkukunwari .&lt;br /&gt;ang dakilang manika mo ay si Barbie. (Sikat ka &lt;br /&gt;kung&lt;br /&gt;meron kang bahay, kotse at kabaong ni Barbie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Naniwala kang original ang isang cap kapag &lt;br /&gt;may&lt;br /&gt;walong tahi sa visor nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Swerte ka kapag panghapon ka dahil&lt;br /&gt;masusubaybayan mo ang mga kapanapanabik na &lt;br /&gt;kaganapan&lt;br /&gt;sa mga paborito mong cartoon shows tuwing umaga&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng Cedie, Sarah, at Dog of Landers a.k.a.&lt;br /&gt;Nelo. (Hindi ka ba nagtataka na sa lahat ng mga &lt;br /&gt;bida&lt;br /&gt;sa cartoons na ito, si Nelo lang ang di yumaman &lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;namatay pa ng maaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Alam mo ang ibig sabihin ng "TIME FIRST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. alam mo din ang ibig sabihin ng "PERIOD NO &lt;br /&gt;ERASE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. for girls: malamang nag-away na kyo ng ibang &lt;br /&gt;friends mo dahil sa T.G.I.S. at Gimik! (hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;jologs na kung jologs pero totoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. madalas kang bumili ng "wonder boy" sa iyong &lt;br /&gt;suking tindahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. nilalagyan mo ng pritos ring ang bawat &lt;br /&gt;daliri &lt;br /&gt;mo at kakainin mong isa-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. binabatukan mo ang mga kasama mo kapag &lt;br /&gt;nakakita ka ng kotseng kuba tapos magtataas ka &lt;br /&gt;ng &lt;br /&gt;peace sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. at minsan yung linyang "PERIOD NO ERASE" ay &lt;br /&gt;may dagdag pang "AKIN PADLOCK, AKIN SUSI" (edi &lt;br /&gt;sayo! hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.noon: for little girls, hindi ka "in" pag wla &lt;br /&gt;kang pencil case na marameng pindutan at &lt;br /&gt;marameng &lt;br /&gt;lalagyan ng lapis at kung ano ano pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. noon: for boys and girls, specially sa &lt;br /&gt;barkada, "hook na hook" kayo sa x-men at &lt;br /&gt;nagrorole play kayo at claiming na kayo si &lt;br /&gt;storm, &lt;br /&gt;o kaya si cyclops, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. noon: wala ka sa "fashion" pag ala kang pop &lt;br /&gt;swatch (ur own personal wall clock at your wrist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. kabisado mo ang 3:00 prayer dahil napapanood &lt;br /&gt;mo ito tuwing hapon, at kabisado mo din pati &lt;br /&gt;ung "we have just as one nation started the &lt;br /&gt;beautiful 3:00 habit...we hope that this becomes &lt;br /&gt;a daily habit with you..." (memorize ko 2 dati &lt;br /&gt;pero nakalimutan ko na ung kasunod! he3!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya ganon? Kahit sang lupalop ka ng &lt;br /&gt;Pilipinas&lt;br /&gt;naroon, eh nakaka-relate ka sa mga pinagsasasabi &lt;br /&gt;ko.&lt;br /&gt;Siguro'y dahil wala pang cable at kakaunti lang &lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;pagpipiliang channels kaya parepareho tayo ng&lt;br /&gt;pinapanood. Maaaring wala pang playstation kaya &lt;br /&gt;kung&lt;br /&gt;anu-ano na lang ang naiimbentong laro na pwedeng&lt;br /&gt;gawin sa kalsada o sa isang bakanteng lote. Pero&lt;br /&gt;kung ano man ang dahilan sa pagkaparepareho &lt;br /&gt;natin &lt;br /&gt;ng&lt;br /&gt;karanasan, masaya na rin akong naging bata ako sa&lt;br /&gt;panahong ito. Masarap alalahanin at balik-&lt;br /&gt;balikan.&lt;br /&gt;Di ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-106947624640512519?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106947624640512519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106947624640512519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106947624640512519' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-106828494587662171</id><published>2003-11-08T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T17:49:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just treated myself for a movie marathon this weekend and the funny thing is those two movies I watched used the same phrase; “your timing is impeccable”. I thought watching Fools Rush In &amp; The Lion King would help me brighten my day, but it didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my grandmother was just brought to the hospital. She is suffering a disease she didn’t even know. She has this cancer and it’s in the last stage. The doctor advised not to tell her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just passed by the couch where she usually spend most of her time and right now it’s empty.  A family meeting was going on when I passed by it. It’s not that often that we had a family meeting. It usually occurs when we plan to hit the beach during the summer or climb Baguio for Christmas. But today, it’s different. None of us were smiling nor did anyone tried to break the ice. Silence filled the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really her destiny? Did fate put her on this situation because it’s for the best? I think it sucks! I don believe in this kind of shit, and she’s not going anywhere… I just want to say that this timing is&lt;strong&gt; not &lt;/strong&gt;impeccable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-106828494587662171?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106828494587662171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106828494587662171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106828494587662171' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-106813664388088747</id><published>2003-11-06T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:54:07.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet! After days of misery I finally learned that everything has an end. If that stupid Meteor Garden will end tomorrow my boredom just ended today. Everything that happened today is so sweet! Well it’s not for kids so I wont tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right! I’ll tell you but first promise you won’t tell anyone. It happened like this… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was like whow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like whooow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went like whooo… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny…anyway, my cousin gave me an internet card last night. How about that? Manna from the heavens. But that didn’t came for free, she asked me to buy her a napkin (gross…) cause I dropped by the Mall today to rent some vcd’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I entered the supermarket, I tried to search for the napkin myself cause I was too bashful to ask the saleslady. But when I was worn-out of looking for it, I asked the chubby lady in a blue dress where I can find the “thing”. She pointed at the counter next to the deodorants. When I saw what I was looking for I was falter to get it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look on my left… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my right… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then swoosh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked swiftly to the counter diffident of what I was holding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the cashier I realized that the man standing behind me was holding a Pond’s sachet and Silka papaya soap. I wasn’t the only man running some errands for somebody else. When I handed the cashier the “thing” I immediately bowed down my head cause I was sure she was staring at me. Buying a napkin isn’t that easy you know, especially if you’re a man. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-106813664388088747?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106813664388088747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106813664388088747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106813664388088747' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-106801694766444221</id><published>2003-11-05T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T00:37:16.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, I’m not making another mushy article telling people how I feel or my point of view on life. Right now I have nothing to do, I have no load on my cell phone, on my ragnarok account and in my wallet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it ever occur to you that money is the one that controls your life? I mean, c’mon! I know love makes the world go round blah blah blah! But take a look at my situation, if I have money, I can go and watch all movies I can until my eyes drop. Or gobble all the food I’ve been craving for. But now, I’m stuck here, alone… bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that crap, right now my eyes hurt. Just in case you’d like to know, on an average day I spend 15 hours in front of the t.v. and computer, 2 hours eating, an hour walking around the house, 2 hours listening to Brandon of  incubus and 5 hours dreaming. I think my body is sick and tired as far it is defined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those who will go to school next week, they’ll have all the time to chat with their peers what they did in the past 2/3 weeks. They can choose on how to spend their time and make it useful or shall I say functional.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days from now I’ll be climbing Mt. Makiling and falling in line for hours for just having the right to study next semester. Couldn’t they just modernize the way of enrolling yourself? They could just make it available in the internet so that students wouldn’t have to pay fares or waste time for just having a ride to Los Baños. How about those who live in provinces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this have gone far enough, I think the world needs a revolution, I think the Judiciary Development Fund should be investigated! * sigh * I think I should sleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-106801694766444221?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106801694766444221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106801694766444221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801694766444221' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034676.post-106798138235041048</id><published>2003-11-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T00:33:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what? everybody has one now, i think it's time for me to get one too.. i mean, what's wrong? i couldn't think of anything else to do this semestral break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 5 in the morning and still im in front of my pc. since the start of vacation, i've been sleeping during daytime and alive at night! this all because this vacation didn't turn out what i thought it would be.  the tv programs sucks, im all alone everyday here in my "house" and worse.. i'm broke! so what the heck? i just made my 1st website. at last! an accomplishment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing ragnarok was invented, i could work my way out this boring vacation. and since i have no money i bought an infocom internet card, which is by the way, free from 12 am - 7 am. that's why i'm a vampire.  later at 5 pm my ragnarok account will expire. so i have to beg my parents to lend me some money so that i wouldn't die of boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my life! i want the classes to start! i want to have an allowance weekly having the problem on how to spend it. still, i have to wait 12 more days before nirvana comes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034676-106798138235041048?l=maverick-22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106798138235041048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034676/posts/default/106798138235041048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maverick-22.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106798138235041048' title=''/><author><name>Deacart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09236290406794460116</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></entry></feed>
