<?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-2778632487186005411</id><updated>2011-12-25T05:09:26.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watercolored Sky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5038306449108390092</id><published>2011-12-25T05:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T05:09:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of Manila</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas and I'm immersed in my own kind of drama. No one should know. That's why I'm writing here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-5038306449108390092?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5038306449108390092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5038306449108390092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-of-manila.html' title='The Love of Manila'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5042754255195214833</id><published>2011-10-04T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:38:45.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of Two Colors</title><content type='html'>I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I love her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's different 'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want our love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not her love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke up with her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope I'll land with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or suffer again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall and be broken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say you love me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-5042754255195214833?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5042754255195214833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5042754255195214833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-of-two-colors.html' title='Love of Two Colors'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5154099836570919998</id><published>2011-09-06T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T06:53:27.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place To Hide</title><content type='html'>I removed the links from my networks going to this blog so if ever you're still reading this, you're lucky. This will be sort of temporary since they already invaded Twitter but once everything's okay I'll go back there. From this point, everything is private. But if you're still here, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might redo the whole thing- change the name, skin, whatever-should I get the new computer soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weeks I'll sum up in a word: Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this. I will let go and get my happiness back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-5154099836570919998?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5154099836570919998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5154099836570919998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2011/09/place-to-hide.html' title='A Place To Hide'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5929292286407163661</id><published>2011-08-22T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T05:58:32.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If There Was A Road To Heaven</title><content type='html'>Now I'm dead tired. I now ask myself again, as history repeats itself: What have I done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to feel what you were saying three years ago. You've made a mistake. And now, I suppose I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for rushing my decision, for allowing this to happen. I know I can't promise her anything. I just can't. But this is just demanding a serious me, rather a serious us, which we do not intend to-let's say, until everything's all right- until we can say that it's not complicated anymore-which is still far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for letting her in, because I just don't love her yet, but he does. I just thought that this would change me, be better with my decisions in life, be loved, because she accepted me for who I am, because as she told me, she's happy being with me, and it's the heaven and stars whatsoever, but the truth is, will I ever learn to love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was not where I've been a week ago, where everything were rainbows and butterflies. People detest it - work, friends, family. I know it's not right. Her former is on the verge of depression. He even sent me a message, told me to leave her wife and kids alone. Simply stupid, frustrating, and demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is my life know. Whatever road I'll walk on just won't take me long until I decide to take a different road again. I didn't asked for anything grand. I just wanted a life, where I can live it right, and not commit the same mistakes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should say it, or end it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-5929292286407163661?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5929292286407163661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5929292286407163661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-there-was-road-to-heaven.html' title='If There Was A Road To Heaven'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-1185229051560213375</id><published>2011-05-08T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:33:55.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love</title><content type='html'>I'm half-back and will be providing a longer post soon. I miss you CF. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-1185229051560213375?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1185229051560213375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1185229051560213375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2011/05/gotta-love.html' title='Gotta Love'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8117702823209761182</id><published>2010-10-11T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:23:33.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pill</title><content type='html'>After a year &amp; a month, I'm taking my 1st ever medical leave. I'm not going into the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fck! 2 months rest! I fear that I'm not going back, in fact, I'm 60% sure of resigning. It's not healthy for me to stay. I need to find a morning job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my promotion! Almost! Dang my body won't cooperate! Maybe, it's really not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will happen for the next few weeks. I'm not sure if I'll see another doctor, pretty sure it'll just be the same result. If you were me, I'm sure you'll feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month to Deathly Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months til my next checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. I'm missing you more &amp; more each day. I suppose you don't care if I come back or not. WHATEVER I DID, I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8117702823209761182?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8117702823209761182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8117702823209761182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/10/pill.html' title='The Pill'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8269987174652692873</id><published>2010-04-09T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:35:07.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebelde Kasi Tayo</title><content type='html'>Random. Dahil ang mundo ay random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis ako sa mga araw pag walang lumalabas na matino sa boses ko. Either paos, o  sobrang *soft-spoken*/mahinhin daw parang si Agua. Lumalabas yung pagiging mabait ko. Pag ganun na ko magsalita, may masakit sakin, o kaya sobrang lungkot ko. Pero pag sobrang sobra na, nakikita na sa mata ko. Madali ko naman naitatago yung simpleng lungkot pero pag di na kaya, kahit ilang hirit, ngiti at tawa ang gawin ko, rinig na rinig parin sa tono ko, at kita sa mata ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Tol bakit ka malungkot?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Ha? (Smile ng konti--ngiwi)&lt;br /&gt;X: Malungkot ka eh. Kitang kita sa mata mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama nga. Wag lang ulitin ng ulitin kasi diba, pag badtrip na yung isang tao, wag mo nang badtripin lalo. Pero ayos lang. Kung obvious, ganun talaga. Kung mukha ka talagang zombie minsan, madalas, o lagi, ganun talaga. Bahala sila sa buhay nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung masaya sila, at ikaw hindi, wag kang mabahala, nalulungkot din sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transition / Migration. So hindi nag'work out yung huli. Nakakabadtrip. Paano ka na? Hindi ko rin alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang magpapaawa. *Pride kung pride* Pero hayaan mo ring tulungan ka ng iba. Marami d'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nasan sila? Hindi ko rin alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawawa ka naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:34 AM Parang zombie. Feeling zombie. Gusto nang umalis. Di na babalik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8269987174652692873?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8269987174652692873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8269987174652692873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/04/rebelde-kasi-tayo.html' title='Rebelde Kasi Tayo'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7936071341371174368</id><published>2010-04-05T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:02:36.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louder Louder</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;Another one of my favorites. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOBs8dU4Pb8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOBs8dU4Pb8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7936071341371174368?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7936071341371174368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7936071341371174368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/04/louder-louder.html' title='Louder Louder'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4527773027274651639</id><published>2010-03-31T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:51:27.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teka Lang</title><content type='html'>8.10 AM - YOSI sa tapat ng Verizon. Hintay-hintay. Isip isip. Ganun talaga ang buhay eh. Blanko. Tawa dito tawa dun. Hopeless na ko sa'yo. Ayoko na. Gusto ko ng umiyak. Tawa dito tawa dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.20 AM - WITHDRAW, Fastbytes. Ang haba na ng pila. Ang init. Isip ng gastos. Budget. Usapang Jollibee, usapang resignation, usapang lakaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30 AM - Sa wakas. Medyo mainit na talaga, pero ayos lang, gusto kong sumabay maglakad. Nakaisip bumili ng cake, wala kasing celebration nung birthday ni mommy, gusto ko naman syang ibili kahit papaano. Naglalakad na kami. Sa gitna, malapit sa Starbucks nakita ko siya. Kamukhang-kamukha nya si *isa sa mga reason ng post sa ibaba*. Eto na, pinaalala na naman sya sakin. Kalimutan ko na daw itong si present at may darating na. Mahirap yun. Isip sya. Laban! Pagod na pagod na. Iiyak na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.40 AM - LAKAD. lakad. Usapang cake. Usapang pagkain. Usapang sweldo na parang alikabok. Alikabok. Init. Tawa dito tawa dun. Usapang walkathon. Usapang random. Naiiyak na ko. Naisip ko si 8.30 AM. Ano kayang pangalan nya? Siya kaya si *isa sa mga reason ng post sa ibaba*? Walang pag-asa. Hindi na siya babalik. Napakalayo na niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.50 AM - 8.30 8.30 Ano bang pangalan mo? Sana ikaw nalang. Sana ikaw na ang magbago. Ilayo mo na ko dito. Mahal ko na kasi siya. Baka ikaw lang ang sagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00 AM CAB. Sakay sa harap katabi ng drayber. Isang oras na pag-iisip. Liko dito liko doon. Hawak ang cake. Hawak ang cellphone. Katext si tol: TOL AYOKO NA. Katext si kumpare: Ano daw yung hand? Katext sila: good morning quote. Wala na kong emosyon. Ayokong maramdaman nila yung nararamdaman ko. Selfish ako. Ako nalang. Maghintay. Nababagot na. Wala na sa isip ang oras. Baba ng cab. Sakay ng trike. Pasok sa bahay. Happy Birthday. Luha. Hawak ng phone. Paikot-ikot. Puntang SM. Uwi. Lunch. Pahinga. Higa. Yakap ang unan. IYAK. IYAK. IYAK. Gago ka kasi (isip sa sarili, isip sa kanya). Hindi tayo pwede. Tulog. 1:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th. Post-paranoidal dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4527773027274651639?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4527773027274651639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4527773027274651639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/03/teka-lang.html' title='Teka Lang'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-990182647850681969</id><published>2010-03-29T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:36:08.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ode of 29</title><content type='html'>It was once, I felt, one of those nerve-wracking days of my life, dwelling both in migraine and apathy, where I came into a deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how to break it? When do you feel that it's time to go? What does the sky's color have anything to do with the clouds in your heart? How bad can things go without losing yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called someone in my mind but to no expense I still can't hear it. Maybe I just pushed them really hard. Maybe I was just as unreachable as I thought. Even destiny gave up on me. I did and still, I am pushing them away. Was the last one really that bad to break my capacity to trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lot of questions but since I ran away, I've left them. I wear off to answer. I lived with the simple things, the things I cannot have, the things I lived by are the things that still go. I promised not to own, anymore, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I took a break, I was repeating these lines over and over, like a drug-dependent obsessive-compulsive, while holding a crumpled paper in my hand, "I'M HURTING ALL OVER, AND I'M HAPPY FOR YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one, can always, make or break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back for another day again, I am still that one who wears a smile. I haven't got much courage to change what makes me invulnerable. I learned the lesson for two years: never let them have you if they would not want you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone did asked me, "Is that why it's so hard for you to trust?" Perhaps, yes. A lot of times, the people you trust the most are the same ones who can pull you down really low, insane, and deliberately blatant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are right, all you got is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Year and twelve months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I straightened out that paper. I remember someone instructing me to crumple a paper with your hand at your back whenever you feel nervy. In life you cannot do it all the time. It's best to be brave at some point, fall back again, and you still have you. This was different. I read what was fading, "I'M HAPPY FOR YOU, AND I'M HURTING ALL OVER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and love you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll just crossed paths,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never meet again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-990182647850681969?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/990182647850681969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/990182647850681969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-of-29.html' title='The Ode of 29'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6100593267587015610</id><published>2010-03-26T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T06:57:27.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muli</title><content type='html'>I posted this short thought on Facebook. Wala namang specific na taong sinasabi dito. This is a result, na naman, ng observations ko. So if ever tamaan ka man, totoo nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI KA NAMAN DAPAT LAGING MABAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lang kung di mo kayang sabihin sa ngayon, o kahit huwag mo na talagang sabihin kahit kailan. Pwede mong i'post sa wall, isulat sa pink paper, o hayaang mag'lakwatsa sa utak mo. Kung ayaw mo sabihin, desisyon mo yun. Kung wala ka talagang laban eh, kahit naimbento pa ang salitang "risk" eh mas gusto ko yata ang tunog ng "pride". -- MINSAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parinig ka. Medyo BASTOS, I mean bastos talaga pero ganun talaga ang buhay. Minsan kailangang magparinig ng tamaan naman ang bulag. No offense/discrimination. Ayoko namang magmalinis, madalas akong bulag, pero anong magagawa ko kung sila yung bingi? TANGA ka na kung tanga. Obvious na, nasabi na, pinagpipilitan mo pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirap akong magalit. Bobo narin nga kung minsan (kung tutuusin) na isipin na lahat ng tao, mabait, o kaya sabihin na natin, MAY KABAITAN rin naman. Madalas mangyari sakin na kahit sobrang nakakapanggigil na siya at may sungay na talaga pag kaharap ko, maiisip ko paring, "anak parin sya ng Diyos." Totoo nga naman. Sa dinami-dami ng masasamang tao sa mundo, hindi ba masamang maging iba ka sa kanila, I MEAN, ano bang mahirap dun? Pakitaan mo kung sino ka, saka kung gaano ka kabait. Kung hindi ka masaya, edi huwag mong gawin. Kung hindi mo kaya, Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang test of character-- eto totoo. Hindi porket mabait ka, at mabait rin sila sayo eh magkaibigan na kayo. Hindi ganun yun. Ano ba ang kaibigan? Siya siguro yung naiintindihan ka kahit tarantado ka, kahit ano pang pinagdaanan mo. Minsan naimbento rin yung salitang "compromise" na pinaka'paborito ko na yatang salita. Kung mag-away man kayo, madalas nyan pareho nyo pang aakuin yung kasalanan. Pero kung ikaw man yung may kasalanan, ABA MAHIYA KA NAMAN. Hindi rin dapat abusuhin ang kaibigan. KNOW YOUR BOUNDARIES. Ayan ah. Hindi ka dapat magexpect ng benefits, ANO YAN TRABAHO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang kwestyon ang kabaitan sa lovelife. ABA WALA KONG ALAM DYAN. Ang naalala ko lang, kung ano ka, dapat tanggap nya, PERO NAMAN DUDE, AWA NG DIYOS, kung ipagpipilitan mo sa kanya yang baluktot mong paguugali, kesyo ayan ka at dapat mahalin nya yan, IKAW NA!! ---lang ang mag'stay sa relationship na yan, mahal mo naman ang sarili mo diba? NAPASOBRA ka lang. Compromise. Kaya mo bang magbago para sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa, yang dramang yan bawas-bawasan na. Minsan wala naring epekto. Nakakatawa na minsan, madalas nakakabagot na. Kapag ang isang tao, sawa na sa mga ganyang bagay, kahit anong linya mo pa, hinding hindi mags'sink in sa kanya yan. Kung nung una palang totoo na lahat ng sinabi mo, bakit sa huli umaasa kang bumalik pa yung dati nyo? Eto dasal ko sa'yo: Sana mahanap mo yung taong nararapat sa'yo at sana sa susunod, WAG MO NANG PAGTATABUYAN, may awa ka pa ba? Oo ikaw na ang bida, pero ayaw mo ba ng magandang storya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman lahat ng mabait, NAGPAPANGGAP. Character yan eh (iRL=in Real Life), hindi naman dahil sa tinatawag ka nilang mabait eh wala ka ng kasalanan. CHARACTER YAN, masyado kasing holistic ang tao, lahat nalang in general, nakakalimutan na yung uniqueness na tinatawag. Kung katulad ka nila, kawawa ka naman. NO OFFENSE, again. Sa pie chart, kung mabait ka, nasa 50% and above ang goodness level mo TOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik sa parang "kaibigan". Madali mong mararamdaman yan. Parang ONE-WAY relationship din yan. Hindi sa pageexpect narin eh, pero sa dating ng friendship na yun sayo, nakakapagod na eh, kasi ikaw lang yung bigay ng bigay. AYUN, isang anggulo. Paano kung wala talaga silang maibigay? Itanong mo nalang din sa sarili mo, baka para sa'yo magkaibigan kayo, pero sa kanya--- MARUNONG KA PA BANG KABAHAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarili mo, kakampi mo. Maging mabait ka sa sarili mo. Yan ang tutulong sa'yo. Kung lagi kang bigo, ibangon mo. Kung madalas kang malungkot, baguhin mo. Kung sino ka, at tanggap ka nila, magpasalamat ka. Kung salot ka talaga't wala ka ng pag-asa, magdasal ka na, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa walang magawa. Para sa bayan. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6100593267587015610?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6100593267587015610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6100593267587015610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/03/muli.html' title='Muli'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6081321087652691371</id><published>2010-02-25T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:57:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fight</title><content type='html'>Five days from that text message. She died. My aunt past away. Eldest of three, my mother's sister. We were her closest family here in the country. I was with her in my childhood years. She moved to work overseas for over ten years. I owe a lot to her, but that scene in the hospital: I just couldn't look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, she was miserable to her life. She had no regular work. Her relationships don't last. She had a bad temper. She had to work, work, and work. That was before she left the country but I believe working as domestic help didn't do much of a favor to her. She was always hardworking. I wrote to her a lot when I was a kid. She would reply and send chocolates once or twice a year. When the mobile phone emerged, the letters disappeared. I entered high school and I remember her going back home once in two years. She would give us help for school. She was generous, but I don't know if she was happy for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back last year. She was already diagnosed with cancer. There was opportunity for a free operation but she was afraid of it. I saw her go weak so that she was moved to Paranaque, for fares going to Makati were getting in expense. A month past, I came to visit her, but that time I witnessed she was already being picked up by an ambulance. It was a movie scene, thrilling for the rough streets but alarming for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week passed, it was my turn to visit her. My tears don't want to fall. She'll survive. She can't talk already. She was very weak. Tubes going in and out of her system, but still, a little hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died. I don't know how she lived a life. I have so many questions. I admit, we were of the same fate. I can't contain my sadness but still it's a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6081321087652691371?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6081321087652691371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6081321087652691371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/02/fight.html' title='A Fight'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-9200067257732881240</id><published>2010-01-25T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:00:22.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dasal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/svzhT8OHzzc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/svzhT8OHzzc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this commercial. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-9200067257732881240?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9200067257732881240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9200067257732881240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/01/dasal.html' title='Dasal'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8542136983969872718</id><published>2010-01-17T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T09:45:38.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnL1e4-NfaA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnL1e4-NfaA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on HIATUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes to the ONE I left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the one at the city,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the city of angels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I -- still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8542136983969872718?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8542136983969872718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8542136983969872718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/01/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4688900268333345837</id><published>2010-01-01T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:51:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/Sz6Ydh8eojI/AAAAAAAAACM/heaKe5q0nUc/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/Sz6Ydh8eojI/AAAAAAAAACM/heaKe5q0nUc/s200/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421938634496320050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would want to post these past few days, di ko talaga ma'compose lahat. I have a swirl of thoughts na hindi ko ma'express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution: Hindi ko parin alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Kung ano man lahat yun, nasa 1m ko. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2010. Can you be more kind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4688900268333345837?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4688900268333345837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4688900268333345837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/Sz6Ydh8eojI/AAAAAAAAACM/heaKe5q0nUc/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5705528776975057223</id><published>2009-12-17T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:18:49.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Distinguisher</title><content type='html'>Yes. I am in fact, ALIVE. *Evil Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not busy. I'm currently addicted to shirts and planned to start collecting LOTS of them. I am on coma (my sanity) for a couple of weeks. I don't know why. *You tell me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagalog na ha. Nagkkwento kasi yung dalawang *crew* sa cab nung papasok ako sa work. Sabi nung isa pag pasok daw ng manager nila sasabuyan niya ng FIRE DISTINGUISHER. Naabala ang aking malalim na pagiisip sa isang sulok. "Ano daw?" Inulit ko sa utak ko: FIRE DIS-TINGUISHER. "Ahh okay?" Napa'smile ako at pinilit ko talagang pigilin ang palabas na halaklak. "Fire Distinguisher? Distinguishes fire from what?"  My God. Good luck ate. *Mean Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At naalala ko ang Silvertoes na nagregister sa utak ko nung isang araw as LSS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impluwensya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that indeed, I am sort-of a copycat. True. Keep your wineglasses or I'll smudge paint on you. Angas lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my Christmas errr--post before *Christmas*. Now that's clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite ill. 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	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;It was one of those vague dreams. I woke up and saw myself slowly flickering from view. I was flashing a smile I could not contain while holding candy in my hands. He was me as a child. I turned around but I didn't have my cousin at my side. I forgot what she said. Would she come back for me? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;The boy in my identity was silent. He was cautious and very innocent. They were talking about me all this time. How I seem to be different. They were scared of an odd bloodline. But I didn't know why.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;He staggered for a while, maybe I was waiting, and maybe I was not. I didn't know what that slap meant. I forgot all about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Then he began to cross the street. Lights after lights of terrible doubts. Life has given us roads to travel, and I keep on crossing to the other side to find another one. I was looking for him as the pictures flew like birds. The morning sky was thick and the sun was rejoicing its benevolence. He didn't deserve this. I was just a child.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I limped towards the boy. He was calm like I was. Approaching in his side is a fast moving vehicle. He shifted away from view.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;If only I could make it rain. They have their hopes for me, when everyone else failed. I was left alone. How could I handle everything if I can't even look at myself? How could love be love if no one else can? The wind returned me behind the boy's back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I pushed him that he tottered in panic. I pushed him with awe, with horrifying delight, with a lot of expectation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;The vehicle was out of control. It rammed the boy, throwing him and forcing him to the ground. The blue and green sky swept as I became the boy's vision. I saw everyone rushing towards me. I saw my parents and I returned my eyes to the sky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I became myself again. I saw the boy being carried away. I prayed for his endless slumber and for his approaching happiness. For the last time I saw myself cry. I was wavering away; my body was turning to dust.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;That boy woke up, and became me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;And I knew, I had to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4357101667448350716?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4357101667448350716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4357101667448350716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sky-is-blue-and-green.html' title='My Sky is Blue and Green'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7733086308676794679</id><published>2009-10-23T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:39:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careless Whisper</title><content type='html'>Yes. Careless Whisper. Because I can't think of a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed this blog under hiatus for a couple of weeks because of my writer's block, and while I concealed this journal underneath the white curtain, I spilled all the thoughts I had on my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned on moving this journal to a new name but since I can't find time for it, I just pulled the old layout and revived this completely but I'm planning to create another layout for the next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to celebrate my second month at my first work. No, I must not think about work but it's fun actually, a bit stressful, but the teamwork just highlights the worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about looking for another job. Yeah. I'm confused right now. I really want to try programming, or designing, because that's what I'm trained to do in college. But since I'm getting a bit brainy at work, (I don't know if they think of me as a freaked out know-it-all), it's really hard to decide if I should continue or not. The guys are really good people and I have nothing to hide against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that the family's finances would get better. I don't blame them for anything, I just freak out sometimes mostly when it's burned really really quick. I need to save for a new PC, for dates, for my new life, but for them I should think again. It doesn't matter. Positivity. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart's fine, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about panic: *Filipino* Si Spongebob at Squidward kailangang magdeliver ng Pizza. Oo pizza. Pinag'drive ni Squid si Spongebob kaso nagpanic si Spongebob. Pag tingin ni Spongebob sa kambyo, yung label sa magkabila, MULA ENGLISH NAGING JAPANESE. Haha. Naalala ko lang yung workmate ko, sana di maging Arabic yung nasa TCOMS nya pag nilapitan siya ni BOSS. Panic. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7733086308676794679?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7733086308676794679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7733086308676794679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/10/careless-whisper.html' title='Careless Whisper'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-9142235881595885933</id><published>2009-08-15T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:30:39.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My "The End"</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 6 AM. They were all at rush. My brothers are preparing to go to school, my dad to his excursion, and my mom, cooking. I left home around 8 AM without any sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode a yellow cab to Alabamg. It took me around an hour to arrive at a large terminal because of traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've got off when I saw Bridgeway road. I thought the cab would make a turn to North Gate but instead it stopped at the terminal after Festival Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm clueless of the place. I walked slowly to read sign boards of jeepneys going in and out of the roads. Then I saw South Station. I was planning to cross but good thing I saw a shuttle service to North Gate. I arrived at the Plaza around 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself to stay at the food park across the street 'cause the receptionist told me to be back ten minutes before ten. I had a short look of the area before I went back to start the day's nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to wait in the Applicant's area. There were a lot of applicants that time. It was around 10:45 AM when the exam started - Email and Computer. The exam lasted for an hour. They told us to wait fifteen minutes for the result. However, it was already 1:00 PM when the results arrive. The applicants were filtered. A lot were unsuccessful, yet still a lot stayed. They told us to take our breaks for thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back around 1:45 PM for the next exam. It started around 2:00 PM and ended around 2:40 PM. We had a little break and returned to the room around 3:15. The results were released 3:30. Only one was eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group was divided, with five applicants each group, for the pre-screening interview. Lucky I was in the first group, so we're screened first. It was 4:30 PM and I passed the first interview together with three other people. We were told to be back at 6 PM for the Final Interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to know this people for some time we stayed at the food park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back at 6 PM. There were A LOT of applicants inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already tired. It was 8 PM and still no names were called for the final interview. The final interview started at 9:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing in meeting a lot of types of people is the idea you'll get in the ways they communicate, how to handle their pressure, and how to make them turn their cards on you. The guy don't know how to smile, so when I felt that I had a very slim chance in the end, I found an opportunity to get a hold of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir: So do you have a question?&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Yes there is sir, what are the qualities you are looking for a Tech Support?&lt;br /&gt;S: Didn't you read the sign outside? (Okay, next move.)&lt;br /&gt;J: But Sir, don't you have any, besides that, I mean your personal OPINION? (He smiled. Go on.)&lt;br /&gt;S: Well~ (He explained INSTINCT and ATTITUDE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of that conversation, I apologized for the question and he LAUGHED Sometimes FLATTERY could be great. A very logical person could be attacked in a personal manner. If you can't reach his mind, pierce on his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10:45 PM when they gave the good news. Job Offer. They told us to wait, AGAIN, an hour for the documents to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I ate my first meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back at 11:30 PM. We were asked to sign papers and gave us some instructions before we were released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home, 12:30 AM. It was happiness, and shocking melancholy at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-9142235881595885933?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9142235881595885933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9142235881595885933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-my-end.html' title='This Is My &quot;The End&quot;'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7989337049990244761</id><published>2009-08-11T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:32:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worth For All These Scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LV0va_Nz_Uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LV0va_Nz_Uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch your breath,&lt;br /&gt;Hit the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Scream out loud,&lt;br /&gt;As you start to crawl&lt;br /&gt;Back in your cage&lt;br /&gt;The only place&lt;br /&gt;Where they will&lt;br /&gt;Leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the weak will&lt;br /&gt;Seek the weaker til they've broken them.&lt;br /&gt;Could you get it back again?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense,&lt;br /&gt;Left you with no defense;&lt;br /&gt;They tore it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus):&lt;br /&gt;And I have felt the same as you,&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the same as you,&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked inside&lt;br /&gt;The only place&lt;br /&gt;Where you feel sheltered,&lt;br /&gt;Where you feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;You lost yourself&lt;br /&gt;In your search to find&lt;br /&gt;Something else to hide behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fearful always preyed upon your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Did they see the consequence,&lt;br /&gt;when they pushed you around?&lt;br /&gt;The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking them 'til they've become just another crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to feel anything at all,&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to slip,&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Can't be weak,&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand still,&lt;br /&gt;You watch your back 'cause no one will.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why they had to go this far,&lt;br /&gt;Traded your worth for these scars,&lt;br /&gt;For your only company.&lt;br /&gt;And don't believe the lies&lt;br /&gt;That they have told to you. Not one word was true&lt;br /&gt;you're alright, you're alright, you're alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7989337049990244761?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7989337049990244761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7989337049990244761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-worth-for-all-these-scars.html' title='My Worth For All These Scars'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-1623451176312858810</id><published>2009-08-10T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:53:48.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Ville</title><content type='html'>Di na dapat ako magsusulat pero sa tagal ng trabaho sa Farm Ville, napa'open nalang ako ng Notepad para manggulo na naman sa'yo aking blog. Hindi ko alam kung bakit kailangan ko pang mag'stay ng madaling araw para lang kalikutin ang mumunti kong bukirin sa Facebook. Sana talaga may option na Auto Harvest, Auto Plow at Auto Seeding, masakit kasi sa kamay magclick ng napakaraming Fallow Land. Ayan kabisado ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na siguro dapat ulitin lahat ng naikwento ko kay Bes nung isang araw sa Facebook. Nababasa mo naman isip ko diba? Tungkol lang naman yun sa stress parin, as always. Ayoko muna sana magkwento hanggang di natatapos ang pagiging tambay ko, pero habang tumatagal mas lalo ko nararamdaman yung stress, at sense of responsibility. Nawala nga ng konti yung intindihin ko sa love life pumalit naman yung status ko dito sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong pumunta sa malayong lugar, kasama ang taong masayang makasama ako. Ayun. *Sabay untog ng ulong nananakit sa pader.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You are now Level 17! You are now known as Super Shoveler! ANAK NG! Ano bang pangalan yan! Maganda pa yung mga nauna eh, lalo na yung Professor of Agriculture, kaso patagal ng patagal nagiging corny! MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeto. Hindi naman siguro tamang lokohin mo sya, dahil lang sa ibinigay na nya ang sarili nya sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami ko namang natututunan sa Farm Ville! Haha! Sana sa Wednesday masagot ko yung mga tanong sa exam. At promise bukas, papagupit na ko. Sa tingin ko naiilang talaga si Erpat na makita yung buhok ko, kasi kalbo sya. Ewan ang gulo. Ayoko sana pagupit muna, sayang kasi yung pera, pang'load nalang sana ulit. Naalala ko nung College days ko binigyan ko ng meaning yung pagpapagupit ko ng buhok (minsanan nalang din ako magpagupit nun). Sabi ko, every time papagupit ako, ibig sabihin i'le'let go ko na kung sino mang prospectus ko nun. Hahaha. Ang cheesy, pero hindi ko sure kung ganun nga yung nangyari kasunod nun, o mas bumuti lang pakiramdam ko pagkatapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, ang dami kong medals na nakuha. Bibisitahin ko pa dapat yung nasa Friends list ko kaso pumipikit na mata ko. Bukas nalang, at sana may good news din akong makuha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-1623451176312858810?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1623451176312858810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1623451176312858810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/08/farm-ville.html' title='Farm Ville'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2420560140370787957</id><published>2009-07-29T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:30:02.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;10:45 PM: Nakatulog si erpat sa sala dahil lasing na naman. Biglang naalimpungatan at tinanong ako, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erpat: "Jay tignan mo nga kung napatay ko yung sinaing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay: (nag-isip: Ano daw?) Ha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: (inulit) Yung sinaing tignan mo kung napatay ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: (what the hell) Sinaing? (natawa ako)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Bakit ka tumatawa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: (Masama bang tumawa?) Wala kang sinaing. (Busy ako sa ragna nu ba!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Eh anong kakainin natin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: (Aw!) Kumain na tayo! Alas onse na!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Ano? Ano bang ulam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: (HAY! Quiet lang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Ano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: (What the!) Yung isda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Ahh ganun ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: (SUS! WHATEVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parang nag-time machine lang si erpat. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off topic: Happy Sixteenth, and Happy First. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2420560140370787957?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2420560140370787957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2420560140370787957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-machine.html' title='Time Machine'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-531055140323861687</id><published>2009-07-19T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:25:40.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sectumsempra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay. Going random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One. Harry Potter, according to my memory, was saved by Nympadora Tonks on the  Hogwarts' Express. I don't know if it's Luna, but I'm sticking to Tonks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two. Damn I forgot my night chores, and my mom's mad like hell. Sabi nya "Palagi  nalang kayo paaalalahan, hindi nyo man lang gawin ng kusa." The truth is nakalimutan  ko talaga, and I was swept away playing Townopolis. 11 PM na pala at wala nang tubig.  Hindi talaga ko sumasagot except kung pa'joke yun pero takot talaga ko sa parents ko  when they're serious. Kaya I kept quiet nalang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three. Fact. MY tears (or tear) kinda dropped sa simula palang ng movie. Sobra, as in,  I've waited for the movie for so long. At dun sa part when Dumbledore died and the  students raised their wands, it was shattering. Naisip ko bigla, when I die ano kaya  magiging reaction nila? Masaya kaya sila? Siya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four. That guy, in Quidditch try-outs na may gusto kay Hermione, I realized, was  Cormac McLaggen. I used the name before in Ragnarok when I read the book and was  thinking of a unique name. I didn't knew he'll be popular inside the theater. Made me  a bit proud myself. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five. Di ako nagulat dun sa Cave Scene, when a dead man's hand pulled Harry's arm to  the water. Nakatakip na tenga ko nun. Yes madali akong magulat. Good thing alam ko na  kung ano mangyayari. It was really a close call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six. I am a BIG FAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven. Yes to number six!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight. Now my legs hurt. Hindi pala komportable talaga yung seats sa SM, though pwede  na. Kaysa naman gumastos ng pagkalaki-laki sa MOA, sa Gateway, o sa Trinoma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nine. Uy number nine! Hello number nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten. Nakakatuwa yung mukha ni Tom Riddle. Hahaha. I prefer the old Tom Riddle though,  mas bagay. (Pertaining to Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleven. Lavender was a big hit! Okay lang na hindi masyadong na-focus si Romilda Vane  pero Lavender talaga. For the win! Haha! I loved what Hermione did to the paper birds,  it reminded me of a Channeller in Battle Realms. It's like Blitz Beat in Ragnarok. If  only a Hunter could summon a lot of falcons on his arsenal and instruct them to  assault like shooting daggers. That's Blitz Beat times 9(falcons).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twelve. Badtrip parin ako sa Ragna that's why I didn't logged in this day. Kahapon  kasi after failing to get a Lif (and got Vanilmirth instead, again), may epal din sa  Payon Forest na laging nag'kill steal sa Vanilmirth ko na pinakaworst na yatang status  growth na nakita ko. Bago ko naglog'out nilapitan ko siya at sinabihang, "TANG!NA MU."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirteen. I'm looking for my copy of Deathly Hallows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourteen. I realized I dont understand British that well, especially when they  whisper. If I didn't read the book, I might fell asleep inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifteen. And yes I know how loveless life can be. Narinig ko na naman yung kanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sixteen. Syet si Lola Techie nasa Banana Split. Come on! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seventeen. My last letter was written on July 17, 2009. Masusundan pa ba yun? Dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eighteen. Do you know how to brew a potion? I might make one Felix Felicis myself and  a Draught of the Living Dead. Guess which one I'll take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nineteen. Imagination sweeps me away---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sectumsempra. Pierces your enemy with a neutral-type magical attack, and a chance to  inflict Bleeding status when skill is higher than Level 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episkey. Cures Bleeding status while draining one half the target's remaining HP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter meets Ragnarok. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty. I'm just sleepy, maybe. Next week I have to prepare myself because serious, I  really need a job right now. Vacation's over. Harry Potter is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty One. A Horcrux is a container of a ripped soul. Voldemort's got seven  horcruxes, one is his diary (Chamber of Secrets), and Marvolo's Ring which burned  Dumbledore's finger in order to be destroyed. The remaining, well--I need to read the  last book again. Ohh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty Two. It was first year high school when I first saw a Harry Potter book--Goblet  of Fire. Hawak ng classmate ko nung SRLP time namin. Sabi ko pa sa sarili ko nun, "Ang  boring naman nya," and wow. Look at me now. Nakipag'unahan pa ko nun sa library nung  first few days para sa Order of the Phoenix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty Three. Refer to number six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty Four. Promise, after ko ma'complete yung DVD, yung book naman. Now I need a  job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty Five. Wala talaga kong maalala sa Book Seven. Damn! Dalawang versions kasi yung  nabasa ko nun. Err~ basta you know what I mean. The first was a fan-made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty Six. I like how J.K. Rowling named the spells used in the book. It's not like  Open Sesame. Parang Latin kasi pakinggan though you could easily trace its English  root, pero kahit na, parang old language sya talaga. (No I don't know what Episkey  means!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty Seven. May commercial na si Manny Villar. Ayun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty Eight. Naalala ko yung feature kagabi sa Trip na Trip. I want to go to Angeles  City. Tagal ko na palang di nauwi sa Pampanga. Hayy. Sana di pa sobrang nagtatampo  sakin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty Nine. Oh it's Twenty Nine! Hello Twenty Nine I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-531055140323861687?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/531055140323861687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/531055140323861687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/07/s-e-c-t-u-m-s-e-m-p-r.html' title='Sectumsempra'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4017280497023505529</id><published>2009-07-15T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:38:30.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Details in the Fabric</title><content type='html'>Well I'm still writing you letters. Wishing that one day, may just one, reach your hands because--&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(OH COME ON! Paki'batukan nalang ako pag nakita nyo ko. Nagiging cheesy na ko masyado.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4017280497023505529?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4017280497023505529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4017280497023505529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/07/details-in-fabric.html' title='Details in the Fabric'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2078166242689609613</id><published>2009-07-14T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:11:43.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caesar of July</title><content type='html'>Ano bang klaseng buhay to oh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2078166242689609613?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2078166242689609613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2078166242689609613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/07/caesar-of-july.html' title='Caesar of July'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5553617090066087411</id><published>2009-06-24T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:17:25.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Undead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Job Application Update: We do not see that you are likely to enter our training program for .NET Position as for the moment. We'll put your application in active and let you know once we can accomodate you on this project. Thank you very much - GlobexPS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the other way around: ASA KA NAMAN. Feeling mo makakapasok ka dito di mo nga masagot ng derecho lahat ng tinanong namin. OK KA LANG? Shared? Sealed? Di mo masagot? Come on! MCP ka diba? You don't even deserve that title. Ano? KAKASA KA? Mag'call center ka nalang! O baka bumagsak ka pa don!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha! I'm harsh. Anyway, I didn't expect anything so, better luck next time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-5553617090066087411?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5553617090066087411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5553617090066087411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/06/turn-undead.html' title='Turn Undead'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2675454597031038802</id><published>2009-06-22T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:19:43.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saturday. 10 AM. Narealize kong wala talagang laman ang wallet ko. Hindi rin excuse na birthday ko naman enge naman extra. Pero kailangan kong subukan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Two hundred. Pwede na 'to, tipid lang tutal may 60 pa kong barya sa wallet ko. SYET TIPID. Tinext ko kaagad si Rm para iinform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 NN. Petix parin ako. Gusto ko kasing ihabol yung job level ni Gibb, na Wizard na ngayon, kahit na alam kong hindi tamang nagplantsa ako ng PINK na polo shirt. Paulit-ulit kong sinasabi sa sarili ko na "DUDE, hindi sa Letran ang punta mo, sa GIG dude."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 PM. Hindi uubra ang conyo sa rakista. Nagplantsa ulit ako after maligo. Isang black at isang white. Pili pili. Sobrang init. Nagtext si Rm na papunta na daw sila sa SM. Dude hurry up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;130 PM. Umalis ako. Naka-white ako. Parang pupunta lang sa mall ang get up ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;230 PM. Nakasakay na kami ng Baclaran. DUDE ANG TRAPIK. Syempre, si Rm kasama ko, obviously, LAUGHTRIP to. At tama nga ko. Lahat ng trip. Tuksuhin sa text si Tine ng UYY SOBRANG CHEESY dahil hindi makakasama at susunduin daw ng boylet, balaking i'SPAM ng text si Jaylyn ng UYY CHEESY MUSTA NA?, at as usual, pag-usapan si Jason at ang kanyang kayamanan. Ang saya talaga sa tropa namin. Ang daming nakakatuwang mga bagay. Normal, pero nakakatuwa. Haha! Syempre di ako nakaligtas. *Mr. Controversial*, *Camwhore of the Night*, *Loudest Veggie*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngayon ko lang nalaman na part pala si Ariel ng Chicosci. Haha! Ang bobo. May nakita pa kami ni Rm sa bus. Uy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 PM. MRT-3. Edsa-Taft to Ortigas Station. Magkatabi na kami pero kami parin magkatext. Sobrang lakas trip pati yung mga walang kamalay-malay nadadamay. Haha! BULGAR lang talaga si Rm tumawa, I mean, humalakhak. Lahat kasi napapatingin pag bigla syang tatawa. Hahaha! Ako naman, sanay na. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;430 PM. Naglalakad na kaming Ortigas. Dumaan sa tapat ng SM Mega A. Lumipat sa likod ng street. NASAN NA SI METROWALK. Kumaliwa kami sa may MAJOR INTERSECTION. Hindi pala dun yun. Tinuro ko kung san yung building na gold, at yung Ortigas Park na tambayan ng Xception dati. Haha. Bumalik kaming J. Vargas, sabi ko, C-5 yata talaga yun. Tama nga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isang AMAZING RACE 'to. Ang catch, makikinig ka lang para malaman mo ang destination. Natunton din namin ang METROWALK. Kaso, nasa kabilang kalye sya kaya kailangan tumawid---ang layo ng tinawiran namin uy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 PM. Napunta kami sa ibang stage. Di ko alam tawag dun pero naalala ko lang nagperform si DANITA. Gusto kong lumapit. Nakita ko na si Danita sa TV at alam kong maganda sya. Sayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;530 PM. Nahanap din namin ang ROCK STAGE. After ng mahabang pila at inspection, nakapasok kami sa loob. Noon ko lang napagtantong maling mali ang get up ko. Haha! Dun sa isang stage kasi, tama lang, pang'chill. Iba ang atmosphere ng Rock Stage. Pang'ROCK talaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darkness. Nandito lahat ng pinagsakluban ng langit at lupa. Mga batang itim. Mga mahal ang kakaibang musika. Mga rakista. Mga rakista. Hindi ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medyo nakakaintimidate lumapit. Nahihiya narin ako kasi first time ko at hindi man lang ako prepared. Pero ANO NGAYON MGA PAKER KAYONG LAHAT. (Inisip ko nalang.) Haha! Pero gusto ko yung audience, magulo. Iskwater daw ang dating pero ganun talaga yun eh. Libre naman kasi yung concert. Naku, conyos beware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibang klase ang musika. I disconnected myself from the others para makinig. I enjoyed everything, kahit nakatayo lang dun buong gabi. Nakakapanginig yung BASS. Nakakachill yung mga sigaw. Kakaiba, pero ayaw mong itigil. Siguro nasobrahan na yung mga tao sa paligid ko ng ganitong musika, kaya ang tawag na sa kanila, mga ADIK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilera. The Ambassadors. Oremuz. Ilan lang sa naalala ko. Napakadaming headbanging, slam'an, at *energy balls* na napakawalan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naisip kong hindi kami pwedeng magpagabi. Babae kasama ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;730 PM. After nung isang band ay umalis na kami pabalik ng Megamall. Kumain muna. Galit-galit sa sobrang gutom. Ni'wrap up lahat ng activity sa araw na yun at tinawanan nalang ang mga bagay na dulot ng paninibago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 PM. Uwian na. Salamat Ortigas. Salamat Pulp Mag. Salamat FETE DE LA MUSIQUE 2009-METROWALK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di ko masyadong ma'describe dahil hanggang ngayon naninibago parin ako. Pero AYOS. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2675454597031038802?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2675454597031038802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2675454597031038802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-top.html' title='The Big Top'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-3639846654158304294</id><published>2009-06-11T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:02:32.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling well. Para akong lalagnatin anytime. Though I don't think it's A(H1N1). Hindi naman ako nakikiuso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weak from what happened. Halos buong araw ako nagprepare kahapon for my interview this day. I prepared a 20-page portfolio to their request. I even called their office to confirm today's event. But I ended up slapped in the face with my own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was prepared. I thought--.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived early in Magallanes station. One hour before 11 AM. I knew the street I was going to--Chino Roces Extension. Last night there was a news on TV that a robbery happened in the street next to it-Amorsolo. From Magallanes MRT-3 station, I decided to walk so I could find the place myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. I forgot the building number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed a little at MiniStop to text some friends for help. It was on the web site. I remember the landmarks na sinabi nung lady kahapon. MiniStop, Toyota, but where could that company be? It was already 10:30 when I left MiniStop. It's just around. I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ten minutes to eleven when I arrived at the end of the street. I'm soaked, my feet hurt, and I'm getting depressed. I stopped for a while to beg for help. Katext ko si Bes. I asked her if she could call the company to ask for directions kasi naubusan ako ng call creds. Wala pang loading station sa malapit. I crossed the street and started going back retracing my steps on the left lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't felt presentable at all. All I wanted was just to find that company and whatsoeverelse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to MiniStop and asked some people if they knew the hell I'm talking about. Unfortunately, I guess the company was a myth for them. Ayaw tumawag ni bes, nahihiya daw siya. It was eleven. Could someone help me? I want that job. But I guess I spoiled it, BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven fifteen I left MiniStop and started walking back to Magallanes station. I almost cried for self-pity. Almost. But I guess it's not yet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopes I killed, especially those I didn't want to lose--- just to learn how NOT TO CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God's time, perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-3639846654158304294?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3639846654158304294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3639846654158304294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-dont-cry.html' title='Boys Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2206710587166927521</id><published>2009-06-08T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:34:03.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Few Lines Before Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Not that new, but it sums up every emotion I have at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mO1S1Yq-u2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mO1S1Yq-u2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Is a gift I didn't think could be real.&lt;br /&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do&lt;br /&gt;Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do something to me that I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your picture.&lt;br /&gt;I smell your skin on&lt;br /&gt;The empty pillow next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;You have only been gone ten days,&lt;br /&gt;But already I'm wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;Whether far or soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to know that I care,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2206710587166927521?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2206710587166927521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2206710587166927521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-that-new-but-it-sums-up-every.html' title='Last Few Lines Before Goodbye'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-1561126776314187849</id><published>2009-06-07T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:02:09.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possession</title><content type='html'>This is a rather late interpretation, but I just want to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBBER. To dream that you are attacked by a robber indicates a calamity in which you will lose some valuable property. To a person in love this dream brings a warning that a rival is in the field striving to gain the affections of your lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIEF. To dream of thieves denotes loss and trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Complete Book of Dreams, Edwin Raphael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this book I was looking for the past days a while ago and as I've read the interpretation of a nightmare a few weeks ago, it wasn't that surprising. The term trouble could be possible, but loss, I can't even think of something I own, and I'm not in love either (no lover, in this case). I just hope it does not refer to my family or friends. But still, *at the end of the day* (--quotes Sir Robby for that), God only knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-1561126776314187849?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1561126776314187849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1561126776314187849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/06/possession.html' title='Possession'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8553663919472791716</id><published>2009-05-21T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:34:12.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal Idol</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko alam kung bakit galit sila kay Kris Allen.  May opinyon naman lahat ng tao pero marami talagang  (sorry sa term--) MAKITID at iniinsist na sila ang  tama. Hindi naman ako papadala dun. I like both  singers (erm--artists) cause they're different in  their own ways. Adam Lambert didn't fail to amuse me  every week. Isa siyang Idol sa hardcore rock, at kung  anu-ano pa. I don't care if he's gay. WHO CARES? Kris  Allen is an artist himself. His music is my type of  music (acoustic, more of alternative) and like Adam,  although he of course can't sing his lungs to the  highest, still he can mark a song "his." I'm one of  those happy people when they announced the top two.  Danny Gokey still was great 'cause his voice sound  like James Morrison--husky, jazzy, bluesy, that kind  of sound (James is actually my BIGGEST FAVORITE "ARTIST" although he's not famous here). But honestly,  I choose Kris over Danny. (I'll stick with James  though--haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! IDOL FEVER. Nadala lang ako, ang dami kasing violent reactions. Tumatak talaga sakin sa finale yung  short song na "I Will Remember You" na video for FORD  featuring the top two. Nangibabaw ang boses ni Kris.  It was a song with great melody. Also, Kris's duet  with [insert that country singer here]. Haha! And who  would forgot Adam with KISS? ROCK ON DUDE. Sana binato  nalang niya yung electric guitar sa audience o kaya sa  camera, baka nasalo ko pa. Haha! And ang galing din nung naggigitara kay Rod Steward. Astig. :) I'm a certified Music Lover, pasensya na I don't stick to a single genre eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congratulations to Kris Allen, Season 8 Idol, and to Adam Lambert for a tough fight. You guys rock! Haha! IDOL FEVER ENDS WITH THIS DOT---&gt;(.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8553663919472791716?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8553663919472791716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8553663919472791716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/05/ideal-idol.html' title='Ideal Idol'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5780325959408639425</id><published>2009-05-12T12:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:35:49.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Felix Manor</title><content type='html'>Medyo magulo itong post na ito. Pero wala namang chain of events na nangyari kaya ok lang kahit mash-up siya ng konti. Hindi kasi ko nagsulat sa isang notepad document lang. Ganito yun, kasi bawat post may filename na POST+"date today", eh hindi ako makapag'formulate ng bagong document kasi ang daming random thoughts na naisusulat ko kaya nagiging POST+RANDOM+"number" yung mga filenames niya. After I published this i'aappend ko na sila sa isang doc para wala nang clutter sa Blog folder ko. Here are my records for the last week to the recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKALAIN MO NGA NAMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was the day after the last post, the aforementioned interview.) Nagpunta kong Makati kanina for an interview. Eh ang bilis, kaya ayun umalis na ko agad. Ang init sa mga kalye ng Makati! Nun ko lang naappreciate ang Cavite dahil maraming halaman. Pero iba ang ugat sa semento. SYET. Buti naka-puting polo ako kanina. Eh sa may tapat ng Lyceum Makati yung pinuntahan ko. Ayun mukha na naman akong HIGH SCHOOL sa porma ko. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkEFTtpIzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fvPp_4mH7vM/s1600-h/makati.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkEFTtpIzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fvPp_4mH7vM/s320/makati.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334799722834633522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May dala pala kong map na c'n'opy ko sa phone ko. Kaya feeling social ako nun kasi kunwari, may GPS ang phone ko! Yey! Thanks sa Makati Map! Yung brown line yung mini-adventure ko sa Makati nung araw na yun. Medyo malapit lang siya dun sa pinupuntahan naming office sa may Valero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung bakit ang daming napapatingin pag dumadaan ako sa harap nila. Bakit ganun? Normal lang akong tao. Hindi naman akong artista, at mas lalong hindi ako mukhang tanga. (SANA) Hay dapat ay makonsulta na ang aking doktor. Haha! Sosyal may doktor AMPF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ayun, ang haba ng nilakad ko kasi gusto kong dumaan muna ng Glorietta bago umuwi. Wrong move na naman kasi dapat sa kabilang stairs ako ng underpass aakyat, dun sana sa may mga loading stops, pero ang adik ko eh, binaybay ko pa ang kahabaan ng Paseo de Roxas mula PBCom at saka palang ako nakasakay sa may SGV. WHAT THE HELL. MAY MGA NAG-OOJT SA LABAS. Nag-rush ang mga nakakatakot na bagay sa utak ko. Para na naman akong kinurot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko, siguro mukha akong adik pag naglalakad. Madalas kasi mukha kong tulala. Hahaha. --At parang nawalan ng landas. Ganoon kaya yun? Kaya sila nakatingin? Nakakaawa pala ko. AT MAGALING. May awa pa pala sa mundo. Brabo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A LITTLE note for Tuesday, but I rather not post it here. Pero to sum it up, I made myself a Multiply account. Wala kasing progress dun sa Facebook, Pending parin siya. ANG LAKAS TALAGA NG LOOB KO. HAHAHAHA. I'm not talking about my former, okay na ko dun, I'll cut all communication between us na, and with that, my Friendster account. Yung ina'add ko, na feeling ko ay nakukulitan na sakin (to think nahanap ko siya both sa Facebook at Multiply!), wala palang yun. Na'ccurious palang ako sa kanya. Di ko lam. I don't want to go back sana sa mga ginawa ko sa past pero, ay EWAN. Hahaha. LOL. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This happened on, I think, Wednesday.) Hindi ako nakatulog ng maayos kagabi. Paano ba naman kasi nag-retire na yung double-deck kasi super messed-up na yung ilalim. Eh hindi naman pwedeng i-retain yung itaas kung saan ako natutulog. It took a lot of space narin kasi dun sa kwarto. At dahil sa pag-dispose ng lumang kama ay sinimulan narin ang paglilinis ng buong bahay. Ang daming pagbabago. Inilabas na sa sala yung computer. Sa kwarto na sina daddy matutulog. Ang sala na ang bedroom ko. Napaka-liit talaga ng bahay na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nag-aayos kami kahapon ng kwarto, napag-trip'an ko na namang kumuha ng pictures. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkEnWlDZtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MFwZM8QcVwA/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkEnWlDZtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MFwZM8QcVwA/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334800307719464658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth year high school pa 'ko nung makuha ko 'tong gitara. Sabi ko ito ang gf ko. Hahaha. Kaya kahit ilang beses nang bumuka yung kahoy nito, lagi ko parin nagagawan ng paraang ayusin kasi nga, mahal ko 'to. Sobrang dami narin ng sugat niya. Medyo madalas narin siyang mawala sa tono pero madali na namang ibalik. Kumbaga, kabisado ko na siya talaga. Aminado naman ako na hindi ako sobrang galing tumugtog. Madalas akong mangapa at hindi ako makakatugtog hangga't walang kopya ng chords sa harapan ko kasi madalas, hindi talaga ko maka-memorize ng chords. Dalawa na yata yung clearbook na napuno ko ng chords. Wala rin akong formal learning sa pagtugtog. Nakikinig lang ako ng kanta, tapos I try to distinguish yung sound ng guitar dun, which is so hard except lang kung acoustic naman yung tugtog. Nagsimula ako sa song book na puro luma ang kanta. Nakaka'frustrate yun pero kailangan kasi may guide sa taas, proper positioning ng daliri, tapos basta ganun. Haha. Yung strumming, sariling timing lang yun. Okay rin kung susunod ka sa mismong kanta kaso kung nagsisimula ka, mas maganda kung may sarili kang paraan. Yung pag'pluck medyo matagal pa bago ko na'practice. Nung mapanood ko kasi yung pinsan kong tumugtog, namangha ako ng sobra kasi frustration ko nun yung intro ng 214(Rivermaya). Simula nung marinig ko siya, triny kong gawan ng iba't-ibang slow versions yung mga OPM nung time na yun, considering na napaka-dali nilang tugtugin at na'aaasar narin ako sa mga lumang songs sa song book na yun. Tinugtog ko lahat ng sikat na pwedeng tugtugin. Inaamin kong sobrang talamak narin nun ang pag'gigitara sa kalye namin na halos karamihan ay tumutugtog na. Ako naman, quiet player, kaya ni minsan hindi ko hinangad na magka-audience. Tumutugtog ako para sa sarili ko. Para sa lahat ng gusto kong makalimutan. Para mapawi yung pagod ko. Kahit hindi ako ganun kagaling tumugtog at kumanta, masaya parin ang feeling na marunong ako mag'gitara. YEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now this part is written recently and sa sobrang randomness hindi ko na marecover lahat but anyway--)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkFEKl2axI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dj1DuPMqrFI/s1600-h/Image076xd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkFEKl2axI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dj1DuPMqrFI/s320/Image076xd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334800802717788946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkFkjfm8VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HaOwIvKyNSg/s1600-h/Image071xd.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkFkjfm8VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HaOwIvKyNSg/s320/Image071xd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334801359158309202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa pala kong sariling pic sa sarili kong blog. This was taken recently, at dark talaga siya at wala na kong magawa tungkol dun. Nagustuhan ko 'to kaya agad ko siyang ginawang primary(left) sa Facebook. Haha! Hindi ko naman talaga balak kumuha ng shots that night, hinihintay ko lang yung turn ko sa PC at since walang laman yung kwarto kundi puro sahig, napag'tripan kong kunin ang shades at phone at --ENTERING CAMWHORE MODE-- Patay tayo d'yan! LOL. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI po ako Camwhore, Poser, or what-so-ever. Malakas lang ang tama. At wala kong SCANDAL. Hahaha. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AY. May isa kong nakaka'frustrate na realization. HINDI AKO SINGKIT. Hahaha. Na'isip ko lang yun bigla nung isang araw kung bakit hindi. Sabi ko ayos lang pero naisip ko biglang paano kung ganun nga? Haha. BIG DEAL ITO. At mukhang hahampasin ko si Marvin dahil siya lang ang naalala ko na out of nowhere ay sinabing "Singkit ka naman kasi." Kahit na iniinsist ko na hindi eh pinagpipilitan niya. WALA. RIOT. Parang hindi friend. Haha! Kaya isusuot ko nalang ang shades ko hanggang ma'convince ko ang sarili kong hindi talaga. Haha. BIG DEAL. LOL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week rin I found a blog ng isang student writer sa UP at tawa ako ng tawa sa mga posts nya. Hahaha. Masyado nang naging popular yata yung blog niya kahit na nasa 2005 palang ako sa pagbabasa. Ayoko ilagay yung link nya kasi medyo LOUD na yung recent posts niya pero IDOL talaga. Field niya talaga ang writing na gagawin ko ang lahat para makapasok lang(haha frustrated). Minsan isa kong writer. Minsan nasa I.T. ako. Minsan tulog ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang tambay ako ngayon nagagawa kong magsulat. Kapag sobrang busy kasi hanggang pag'oopen nalang ng Notepad at puro checklist ang nagagawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Research. (--Na biglang ma-c'cross out dahil nauwi ako sa pag'Facebook o paglalaro ng Ragna.) 2. Mag'GM ng isang uber dramatic na love quote. (--na hindi ko magawa dahil pag pindot ko palang ng keypad ay tulog na ko, o kaya, walang load.) 3. Gumising ng maaga. (--na hindi possible hangga't walang gigising sakin) 4. Hindi ko na na'type dahil antok na talaga ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag busy ba, dapat productive rin? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balak ko sana i'post yung Chapter 1 nung sinusulat kong short story kaso parang huwag muna. Feeling ko pang'libro siya eh. Sinimulan ko yun after kong matapos for the third time yung Half-Blood Prince. Wag mo na ipaalala yung movie dahil I'M REALLY DYING TO SEE IT. Anyway, kaya naging fantasy tuloy yung plot. Pero I'm still adding up twists to the story which I've planned since first year college pa. Ang tagal na pala! Last summer ko lang nasimulan, at Chapter 1 palang ang natatapos ko! YEHEY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May sample print-out page ako. Ginagamit ko yun dati when I want to test the printer's ink. Sosyal nga raw eh kasi it's a piece of story na hindi ko na balak tapusin. Its title was "Chains." Yun naman, may pagka-horror. Naisip kong gawin yun right after kong mabasa yung Da Vinci Code at Angels and Demons. Ang laki talaga ng impluwensiya ng mga libro sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I SPEAK FILIPINO, I MEAN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL hindi naman dahil sa graduate na 'ko ay dapat English na lahat, HINDI ganun. Oh but anyway, people do evolve yes and sometimes, they forgot. LOOK WHO'S TALKING SIR. Screw me. Screw you. But then again, screw you. Ang point ko lang ay sana, wag kalimutan kung saan tayo nagsimula. Let's speak English and Filipino at the same time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Filipino is our Pride. Our difference? We grow because we care. WE DON'T PRACTICE GREED. Our first-world counterparts are falling, why, because they live for themselves alone. Be proud! Be different. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG RANDOM DIBA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUSTO MONG TUMAWA NG TUMAWA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkGCie1sWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W6QV4OhTUak/s1600-h/nodame_cantabile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkGCie1sWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W6QV4OhTUak/s320/nodame_cantabile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334801874282721634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag tambay ka, marami kang maiisip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-5780325959408639425?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5780325959408639425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5780325959408639425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/05/felix-manor.html' title='The Felix Manor'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SgkEFTtpIzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fvPp_4mH7vM/s72-c/makati.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7411492346579710851</id><published>2009-05-04T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:34:53.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Out LOVE.</title><content type='html'>I missed my fun posts. At dahil fun nga, babawasan ko ang English!  Yey! Don't english me ha! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on talaga! These last few days isa-isa kong binalikan lahat ng  posts ko since 2005. There are sixty-six posts all in all. Ang konti.  Ilan lang dun yung may sense. At nakakaasar mang aminin, these last  two years, ang emo ko. Kaasar! LOL. Ang dami-dami namang pwedeng  ikwento, pero puro yung lovelife nalang lagi ang highlight ng topic.  OH COME ON TALAGA! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba bitter parin ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay siya nga pala, nilagyan ko ng titles yung ibang posts! Yun yung mga  hindi random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, ayoko namang ipaliwanag yung pagiging bitter. Hahaha! It's  a state, not really an attitude. Eh kasi nga AYOKO TALAGA NG "EX".  Para kong sinampal yung sarili ko nung makipagbreak ako. (Ang tapang  kasi LOL) Hahaha! Totoo naman kasi tapos nun to make the long story  short, kasalanan niya talaga pero ako naman si habol. WHAT THE HELL  TALAGA. LOL NA MADAMI. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitalized yung letters kasi strong emotions. Haha! At yung LOL ay  isang malakas na nakakagagong tawa. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba. Frustrated writer ata talaga ko. At recently nga  pinangarap kong magsimula ng career sa technical writing at nagbranch  narin mula dun ang mga maliliit na subdreams including ang dream na  palibutan ng naggagandahang supermodels sa London. Hahaha. (Basically  gusto kong sayangin (SORT-OF) ang apat na taon sa I.T.) Anyway, mahal  ko na talaga ang Notepad, at ang mga kapatid niyang sina Word o  WordPad. Bago ko magpublish (kahit rubbish man yan), proofreading muna  syempre. Konting arte, konting spell check, tapos nakakailang edit pa  ko after ko i-publish. Yun ay kapag may sense ang sasabihin ko, o  kapag special ang post. Kung random naman bahala na si Blogger dun, o  kaya nagddraft muna ko sa Notepad bago ko i-paste sa Blogger. Kaso di  ko na alam ngayon ang difference, kasi natatawa parin ako sa dami ng  grammatical errors ng sinusulat ko. Wa epek ang proofreading. Dapat  ata sa iba ko ipagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsusulat ako ng May 3. Yung last post ko April 25 palang tapos ko  na, eh dahil sa proofreading napatagal, tapos humabol pa ng isang  paragraph nung May 1. Loko loko talaga ko. Para lang mai-epal na naman  ang ex ko sa eksena, eh halos buong post siya lang tinutukoy ko dun  eh! Except lang kay Mysterious Exhibit A. Nyahaha. Secret. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko sila pinagsabay. LOL. Wala naman akong ka-on dun sa dalawa  nung time na yun. Wala kong kasalanan. Haha! 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming kwentong pwedeng i-share. (Tulad nung nakakahiyang eksena  sa graduation! Lumilipad kasi utak ko nun eh may pinaabot sakin at  chineck ko naman kung ano yun, tapos iniinsist nya pa (Nung  pag-aabutan) na kumuha ako! DUH. CLOSE TAYO? ANG CHAKA. HAHAHA. LOL.)  Anyway, Madami ngang kwento. Ayan nawala na ko sa wisyo. LOL. Ayun,  nalimutan ko kung ano ko sa totoong buhay. Yung tipong pang-araw-araw.  Hindi mo naman kasi ko makikitang nag-eemo ng napakatagal. Ayoko ngang  ginagawa yun eh. Nakalimutan ko yung MAGULONG ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro masasabi kong ako yung taong gustong masaya yung mga kasama  niya. Ayokong nadadala ng personal kong KA-CHORBAHAN (tama ba yung  word) yung mga kasama ko. Gusto kong naaaliw sila sakin, sa kahit  anong paraan-kung bakit ang gulo-gulo na naman ng buhok ko, sa get-up  kong nakakagago, sa mga hirit kong nanggagaling out of nowhere, sa  bigla kong pag-enter sa camwhore mode. Ako yun eh. Depende rin sa tao  yung jokes ko. Ni hindi nga jokes ang tawag dun, minsan ka'bobohang  taglay lang. Haha! Ginawa ko na ata lahat ng mga ka-aliw-aliw na  bagay--konyong jologs, mga hirit ng kalye, pati joke ng bading  pinatulan ko na. Gusto ko talagang nakikitang masaya sila. Kahit  ako,-- TSEH. ANG ARTIH. (words ni Dyei).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukod sa pagiging moody, napakadali kong ma-impluwensyahan. Lalo na  nung high school, nung nakita kong maganda ang sulat ng secretary  namin sa board, aba ginaya ko. NAMIN pala. Hahaha. Talamak na pala nun  ang gaya gaya puto maya buwayas. Feeling ko rin nakuha ko yung  pagiging moody sa tropa ko, ewan ko lang, feeling lang naman. Isa sa  pinakamahirap na ginawa ko ang idescribe ang sarili ko. Parang ang  bilis ko kasi magbago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway binasa ko ulit to mula sa simula, may naisip ako bigla, feeling  ko lang kasi kaya ako bitter kasi BITTER DIN SIYA. Haha. Totoo naman  kaya, lately nga dinelete nya na ko sa Friendster! LOL. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero seryoso yun, nag-Cry Me a River ako nun. Ang gago niya. Pero  mahal mo? Oo. Haha! (Patay ako pag may nakabasa nito. Pero feeling ko  naman hindi siya nagpupunta sa blog ko.) GOOD w/ an *EVIL GRIN. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit "AYOKO NG EX". Kasi gusto ko talaga, kung sino yung una, siya na  yung huli. Nasira plano ko AMPF! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang epal ng sulat ko no? Pero sa totoong buhay, tahimik ako, na minsan  gago, na madalas, MABAIT. Yun ang description nila sakin. Sana bukal  naman sa mga puso nila. Hehe. Eto totoo 'to: Hindi ako manloloko. OHA  OHA. I mean prangka ako. Moody lang minsan pero sa sitwasyon, sinasabi  ko kung ano yung dapat. Anong pinagkaiba ng "dapat" sa "tama"? LOL.  Maloka ka sa kakaisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong galit sa kanino-man. Yun lang pinagtataka ko. (AT HINDI AKO  GALIT SA EX KO!!! RRRAAWWRRRR!!!) LOL. Sakin lang kung wala namang  ginawa saking masama, eh kung ano siya eh di ganun, wala namang  dahilan para magalit ako. Masama kasi talagang magalit. (Santino) 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Santino. Haha! Hindi na ko halos nanonood ng TV ngayon,  lalo na drama? Naku po. Aatakihin ata ko pag naririnig kong sumisigaw  si Agot Isidro! Hahaha! Sa umaga, Spongebob lang, tapos Facebook na.  Tapos sa hapon, Jimmy Neutron, tapos Spongebob (Sorry wala na kaming  cable), tapos minsan Avatar kapag may American Idol. Tapos ganun na  yun, Facebook na ulit ang kaharap ko bago matulog. ANG SARAP MAGING  TAMBAY. Haha. Ang isip bata ko talaga. Gumagaan kasi loob ko pag  napapanood ko si Spongebob, nakakagago talaga. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saklap rin ng buhay tambay. Lalo na pag walang love life. Haha.  WHAT THE HELL. I mean kung gusto mong tumambay (Vacation, sa may mga  trabaho), dapat may pera ka. Kaya gusto narin magtrabaho. At malalaman  ko bukas sa interview ko. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 12 MN na. May interview ako ng 11 bukas pero andito parin ako.  Impluwensya narin ata sakin yung pagiging late. Ngayong College lang  ako naging Nocturnal at late na matulog. Nung High School, maaga pa ko  sa TV Patrol. LOL. Ang hirap talaga pag malayo ang bahay. Mahirap  mag-budget ng time. Kailangan parati kang maaga. Eh ayoko ng ganun.  Hirap kasi ko pag dumadating ako at wala kong mapuntahan, yoko rin ng  nakatunganga kaya kung hindi on-time ang dating ko eh tumatawad parin  sa grace period. PERO MADALAS MALAS. Lalo na nung isa-isang bumigay  lahat ng kalye dito sa Bacoor paluwas ng Maynila. LECHE TALAGA. Gusto  kong mag-TELEPORT. LOL. Hindi mo narin ma-predict ang traffic. At  patay ka rin pag sumakay ka ng COLORUM. Patay ka talaga sasakay ka ng  paulit-ulit. @_@; NO WONDER mukhang hindi plinantsa ang mga uniform ko  pagdating ko sa school, magulo ang buhok ko at buringot ang aura ko.  Bawal lumapit! Makakagat ang lalapit! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na siguro kong kailangang i-proofread dito. Isang nakakarefresh  na 2009! Sabi sa Chinese Horoscope maswerte daw love life ko ngayon.  Hahaha! WEH? LOL NG PANINIBAGO. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7411492346579710851?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7411492346579710851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7411492346579710851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/05/laugh-out-love.html' title='Laugh Out LOVE.'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2941307894895013275</id><published>2009-04-30T23:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:08:09.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once It Was Called Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Just like before, I will be going through the months of my hiatus to make an account. This will cover the month of July last year to the present. A comment is not necessary. (I guess I'll be removing the comments some time in the future.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    July 2008&lt;/span&gt;. If I want to be healed, then I would be. It was the first time I realized that it wasn't impossible. Exhibit A (codename) was the first person to reach out. I didn't know Exhibit A. We were completely strangers until Exhibit A turned the tides. Of course there were still a lot of breakdowns because of my former, and I felt like losing myself. But as long as there were mornings, the hope of a new beginning did not fade. A new face--will Exhibit A change my life? Thanks for the warm smile, and the walk way home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    August 2008&lt;/span&gt;. School became so demanding, not to mention our extra curricular activities. Time's got harder to manage. We had our thesis for development and my computer didn't cooperate so well. There were still major and minor subjects. I already committed four absences and two late marks on PolSci at this month because (I'm going to admit it) I'm waiting for someone before I go to school. That extra-curricular is getting a bit rough that we failed to find time to fit it in our schedules. There was a lot of work and I seemed to squeeze in playing pRO just to forget that I'm still in love with my former--that we're not getting along pretty well and I'm losing hope so much considering another batch of breakdowns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    September 2008&lt;/span&gt;. Our efforts were needed to be judged. We held our first Broken Hearts Party with the high school gang and it was crazy, but it was very meaningful. My schedule was extended till Friday for the seminars held by the batch each week. We had our defense and it was tragic. Everyone kept saying that we're a big contender for the best thesis but unfortunately, we failed and sucked big time. Now I'm getting pretty depressed. The extra-curricular activity, which I called then as "work" started to fill my stress meters. I didn't know my grade in PolSci. The stuff with Exhibit A seemed to change--we were shallow, awkward, and, well I'm not pleased with my actions despite Exhibit A being nice and all, I was just shaky and ended up shut. I began to feel the trauma dealt by my uncompromising past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     October 2008&lt;/span&gt;. It's the last chance to make it right. Unfortunately, it was just another chance, and I have to let my chances go for Exhibit A this time. I began counting my mistakes and it was mile high and increasing. The team also had given up on our work because it's just not a match. The only good thing is that I passed all my subjects that semester, yes, with PolSci. The last weeks were pretty critical so I sacrificed my chances to see Exhibit A for my study life. It was the last weeks that I could be with Exhibit A, and I just held on to the thought that someday, we would meet again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;     It was bad that I started not to love what I'm doing. I was all focused on getting an achievement or just to learn and pass but I realized that the stuff was just not for me. But it's too late to start again, and once more, I felt disconnected for a mistake I have to regret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I lost my phone. The only thing I've thought about at the moment was the fact that I don't even considered memorizing my former's number. The things were starting to get clear, and I still fear to admit that everything between us, is and will definitely be gone, and I can't do anything more than accept my defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;     I compared myself with my former. I'm completely a wreck. That's why they would not want me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    November 2008&lt;/span&gt;. If the heart didn't go well with what is planned, let it rest, and set your mind to work. It was another semester-my last semester as a student. I'm still counting my twenty-nine's and seventeen’s and I'm getting so tired. I know I had to let it go but my heart won't. I tried, deleted an account that were of relevance to us, leaving my messenger and another network and I knew that until my former's name still exists on those two, there would still be chilling nights but I ignored it completely. I was eager that we could still fix it as friends, but it was getting dense and awkwardly hurting even much painful as before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    December 2008&lt;/span&gt;. I started my on-the-job training and it was a suicide. My schedule was all messed up 'cause I can't consistently come to work and school and go home at the same time. The distances were killing me but surely that hellish exhaustion helped me to think less of my distress. There was no Exhibit A this time, just me, and my illusions that someone would come back but this last semester was just for me, just me alone. It was a time of thinking how and why a man could commit so many mistakes in life. I am getting wiser, yet, I am losing everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     January 2009&lt;/span&gt;. It wasn’t a very happy new year, and I still can’t say that I’m happy. I burdened myself with so much work to say that I’m busy. I felt coldness in my heart, trapped with my anguish, living transparent in the present, and fearing the bitter end. I began to felt despised even if I tried not to look at it, it’s my reality. I’ve hidden scars and open wounds with smiles but I’ve guessed my eyes didn’t play the part, and so is my body turning thin. It was also the time I felt closer to God. Every Saturday I do volunteer in our church office as an assistant. Every meet was a different story. It was crazy but it was my other side. I am liberated but I am God-fearing. The experience was not just for requirement but I felt it was a different call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    February 2009&lt;/span&gt;. There was no twenty nine. It was a long wait that I had to endure. Finally we’ve finished training and I could rest longer. My church work also has finished. The submissions were rushed because of the graduation. I felt like a student again, and I couldn’t go back anymore. Our group in school started a move for redemption. We joined Imagine Cup hoping that we could win anyhow, or just, preserve a school culture. I wasn’t too excited about it, pertaining to my post about un-loving my work. I didn’t know what I wanted and it was so bad because this life would take another step ahead, and it would be tougher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    March 2009&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve got no more dreams. We got the grades and finally we were off to graduation. I knew I blew a lot of subjects in my college life and I don’t deserve an award. It wasn’t my goal but when I met my former, it was clear that I’ve got to meet my former’s standards but it was too late. On twenty nine a smile was left on my face. It was a relief that I won’t be counting the days anymore, and that finally, I moved on, or just happened to completely lost all hopes. No more expectations, yet love will stay longer to fade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;     I’ll live a little more time for other people but living because of me is not really my preference, or maybe now’s not yet the time but I hope God would still give me that chance and courage to stay in the game. There will be new hopes and more crying. We deserve happiness for some time, though I don’t believe it to stay permanent. Sometimes we feel sad, miserable, and lose hope. It’s a cycle that keeps us sane. We have choices and we made mistakes. I made mistakes, but just because they always prevail doesn’t mean that it’ll be forever like that. My dreams did not come true, not one of them, but I’ve always wanted to be different, and that makes me persistent. I’m mad, crazy at times, doing things I would regret, but there’s nothing wrong in optimism in doing the good for a convenient cause. Life will always be bad, so I’ll be bad and good. My disadvantage is my advantage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Edited: [1] Friday, May 1 at 11:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2941307894895013275?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2941307894895013275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2941307894895013275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-it-was-called-forever.html' title='Once It Was Called Forever'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-9077382504345692741</id><published>2009-04-22T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:06:37.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here it is! This is called "Forever." What I love about the art is its simplicity, (and the car yeah), no sidebars, and reduced irrelevant content. It fits perfectly as I'm still updating my links due to my recent hiatus. The codes were less, pretty much the images won't load for days, and good thing the monitor I used while designing is not blurred compared to my desktop. Now this blog is turning into something. I mentioned somewhere in the archive that this is actually used as my reminder, not really to tell people stuff. I use this blog, honestly, to keep my sane. (You know, to refresh, and going back, to remind.) There were less pictures in the past, and I think I should still keep it that way. So basically it's still the same blog (Reminders), and hopefully I could cut the major league hiatus and post frequently. Tomorrow, or the next day I will post my journal. (Something about life. --&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh boring! nah! shudup&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-9077382504345692741?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9077382504345692741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9077382504345692741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-it-is-this-is-called-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-9000695864259056449</id><published>2009-04-21T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:59:56.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first post for the year. Tomorrow I'll start (at last) designing the new skin. Just quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[o] I graduated from college and now I'm unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;[o] We won 2nd place in the local finals for Imagine Cup (Philippines)-- A huge relief.&lt;br /&gt;[o] Still looking, for --.&lt;br /&gt;[o] I'm not busy anymore!&lt;br /&gt;[o] Promise, a new layout. --and, (hopefully) regular posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-9000695864259056449?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9000695864259056449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9000695864259056449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-post-for-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8468691549067741638</id><published>2008-12-14T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:46:12.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem for Me. Requiem for You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's more than a hundred days and I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I survived at most a bit of a hundred breakdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's cold. Like the heart that's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to bury this blog to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are a million things I cannot form into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is number six. The number cubed by my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To 4, -or just changing the skin will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Love is -- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. But we've met again. -- The beginning and end of my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Armed with nowhere, I hesitate to look back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I lost my senses. Everyone is mad at me, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am worth nothing. To lose is my way of winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am writing at the fourteenth. Tonight-the fireworks, they remind me of you, and how I wanted to be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8468691549067741638?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8468691549067741638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8468691549067741638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='Requiem for Me. Requiem for You.'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7595745613653825121</id><published>2008-07-07T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:17:49.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SHDshcHuPeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/48TmtOUmi6Q/s1600-h/patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SHDshcHuPeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/48TmtOUmi6Q/s320/patrick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932027350826466" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    I love this image. Haha! It made me miss watching Spongebob so much. Well, here's my post for July. I don't know when I'll post again. Haha! Just kidding. I'm up to something right now, probably, a new skin! Yeah! Freedom is somewhat more focused on the mural than what is within the little text space on the right. (What you're reading.) Yes its loading is a bit sluggish, and I'm off to something new again! Right after we finished all the works we have, maybe about three months. I'll still post though, for archive lengths. Pray for me, by the way. (And with the new found inspiration.) Haha! Good luck to us. (we, I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7595745613653825121?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7595745613653825121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7595745613653825121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-this-image.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/SHDshcHuPeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/48TmtOUmi6Q/s72-c/patrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4373518013691014450</id><published>2008-06-24T01:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:22:53.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how Clarkfend looks on my PC. It looks good without the full-page scrollbars, except the one in my Post division. Welcome to Episode Nine: Freedom. I'll post my birthday event tomorrow, which is drafted completely a few days ago but somehow I'm still thinking whether to post it or not. Below is the screenshot of my new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a class="contd" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d148/aj_12/clark9screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d148/aj_12/clark9screen.jpg" border="15" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4373518013691014450?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4373518013691014450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4373518013691014450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-how-clarkfend-looks-on-my-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7529456117337019056</id><published>2008-06-13T11:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:49:55.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mainit ang Apoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Just want to share this composition, –err, poem. I did this last night while we're on conference. It's in &lt;i&gt;Filipino&lt;/i&gt; and I'm not planning to translate it in English, French, or &lt;i&gt;Martian&lt;/i&gt; Jargon. I won't interpret it either, it's really up to you. &lt;i&gt;Haha&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako Ang Mali sa Lahat ng Iyong Tama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang oras kapag ika'y nahihimbing&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang dahon sa puno ng 'yong kabataan&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang bakod na harang sa inyo ng 'yong irog&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang tampulan ng masasamang nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang yelo sa kape mong kay init&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang sampung piso sa butas mong bulsa&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang sigaw ng mga nanloloko at nalulugmok&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang ligaw na bala sa iyong katangahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nag-aabang sa may mga kapiling&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang mga alaala ng nangatuyong mga parang&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang lunas ng mga nagwawalang sabog&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang ginto sa balong puno ng kahilingan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang gago–naghihintay sa madilim&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang macheteng inukit ng kasaysayan&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang bigas sa bagong sakal ay isinaboy&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang kawalan, ang tala, at ang hangganan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang pintang pabaliktad kung isabit&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang putol na kwerdas ng iyong gitara&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang tagapamagitan sa lahat ng nagaamok&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang suntok na sasapul sa 'yong kabanalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang musika sa lahat ng di nakakarinig&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nagdarasal sa 'yong huling hantungan&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang suotan mo ng iyong pagbabalat-kayo&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang hula sa iyong masamang kapalaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang hasaan ng iyong lapis na matalim&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang manonood sa 'yong huling palabas&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nobelang hindi mo man masaulo&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang noon, ang ngayon, at magpakailanman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang umiyak nang pasko ay sumapit&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang huli sa pilang walang papupuntahan&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang talo sa larong ang lahat ay nananalo&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang minsan sa gitna ng walang kasiguraduhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang sulat na sa Kastila'y isinalin&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang batong bibiyak sa iyong tinitirhan&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang ikinakahiya ng lahat ng tao&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang sandaling ayaw mo nang matandaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang sa iyong ayaw mo nang makamit&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang malaking bahagi ng iyong alinlangan&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang basag na salaming nakabaon sa'yong pulso&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang talim na nakaharap sa kanyang larawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang dahilang haharap sa magaling&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang kasalanan na gusto mo nang kalimutan&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang ilog na minsan lang kung umagos&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang tama, ang mali, at ang huling isinilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7529456117337019056?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7529456117337019056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7529456117337019056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-want-to-share-this-composition-err.html' title='Mainit ang Apoy'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6659490138993319357</id><published>2008-06-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:23:54.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;It wasn't supposed to be a shout. I've just been so irritated with her bad mood. I know she’s tired, but I have my points too. The point I am trying to reiterate, is the fact that she is blood, but she’s alienated from me. They both are. Is that, my fault? Is it my fault to wait for them to ask me what the damn hell is happening with me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I am dreadfully shaking these past few days, aside from the whole apprehension this summer, because no one bothered to say anything to me. I assured everything is fine on the back of my mind, but I’m still scared. My &lt;i style=""&gt;tita&lt;/i&gt; asked me if I was settled, but I answered her with all honestly that I have no idea either. My books are on hold. I might as well start drafting my faulty résumé.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I need not to be felt pity upon, but deep-inside, I was hurting all along, which lead to my almost two months of miserable insomnia. The wreck of my life I was faced before is still the wreck that is impossible to be put together. I don’t want this but this is all I’ve got. I don’t hurt myself. I’m just walking with everything I’m faced.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So Ejay won last night. I expected it to be Robi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I filled my mind with television after we moved the stocks to the house, which is much better than the &lt;i style=""&gt;summer prison&lt;/i&gt;. I’ve got all the time to avoid thinking as much as possible. I stopped reading for now, lie-lowed on radio, and got much time to watch past movies. What I missed about that place was the people—I’ve recognized a few, had small crushes on a few, kept little forgettable grudges on a few,—walking to get there which had been my regular exercise, and some sentimental events that happened.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;This week is judgment. My sleep patterns are ruined. I’m out of breath. I’m still alive because I hope. &lt;i style=""&gt;Sometimes we need not know everything. Sometimes we only need to figure what to do next. &lt;/i&gt;I’m sorry if it’s still &lt;i style=""&gt;dark&lt;/i&gt;. I’m sorry, myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6659490138993319357?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6659490138993319357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6659490138993319357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-wasnt-supposed-to-be-shout.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-695884134361561527</id><published>2008-05-28T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:55:52.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride Need Not Burned</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;These past months, there had been frequent calls of anguish that I tried to overcome. I’ll be rounding those significant months that pushed me through the depths of my chassis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 2007&lt;/span&gt;. The cold months had started. Actually, due to an inexplicable change of seasons, it was in fact, a rather hot November. School is still on going, which I had to give eighty percent of me. Arguments, a lot of arguments, for research titles, plans, gaming perks, and a lot of angst, were most likely, the value of the season. I’ve forgotten my schedule. My thirty-minute dividends were filled with &lt;i style=""&gt;do it&lt;/i&gt;’s but wait, let’s check this and that first. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Likewise, another inspiration, another prospect, yet another pulling ground. I knew doing so would distract me from my usual tardiness, but would affect me in every way I had imagined. The up-side is the longer I stayed that way, and yeah, with frequent smiles, small talks, and the plenty of signs, I knew I’ll survive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I passed my first professional license exam from Microsoft also. Somehow, and maybe, a suffix in my name would be an ace for my forsaken career. Nine-fifty out of a thousand is not that bad, really.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2007&lt;/span&gt;. It was a pretty busy month with full of slack time. With December synonymous with &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Holiday&lt;/st1:place&gt;, my mind was completely turned off. Except for my Quantitative Techniques class, which was my stuff, my other subjects were a bit of a blur. I started thinking otherwise, that maybe, if I set my mind that I could understand it, the more my brain cells will work double-time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Theology was okay though I occasionally disprove my professor at the back of my mind because I thought otherwise. I tried to think deeply about his ideas, and I kept telling myself he’s right because it was the right thing to say after all. It made a rather dull complexion of my liberations, and the best thing to do is to keep myself sane, I mean awake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Not-So-Math (Discreet Math) was complex. It was fun at first playing with the binary tables and logic gates but the post-topics are suicidal pyramids. But I admit I was confident with my logic, and maybe up to now. Contradictory, the last subject of my Monday and Wednesday schedule is completely a blackout. I understood some points, yeah, after reading my Course book but Querying Microsoft SQL is really something I should have put my time more. Database is really essential to our system.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;My Tuesday and Thursday schedule is quite fun because of rather numerous slack times. World Literature is interesting, because I sat at the front, and most of the time we were the only ones listening, and talking, to my underrated professor though we’ve been stealing quite a lot of time chatting, and a lot of laughing at the front. Not to mention—well, it’s just that--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Our thesis would always be our thesis. Flash was quite interesting, some of my classmates told me my designs were really outstanding (okay, so a bit of exaggeration but it’s kind of true) which made me thought about shifting to Advertising because of my Flash commercials. My last subject, Web Development, was, okay, what I remembered was the typing jobs, and forced recitations, other than that, our customized blue books.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2008.&lt;/span&gt; So I’ve pretty much recapped what goes around in all of my classes. My holidays were over, and I can’t remember much of what happened, just, our holiday celebration with my high school best friends at Global, and rather, staying at our newly opened store which is a number of blocks away from home, which I didn’t knew then that it’ll be more like a summer prison.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;A lot of rain doused half my school life, the other half was burning coal. Priorities, resolutions, and still, my inspiration clouded my mind. Going to school was much harder due to the frequent capture of greens that I had to take two rides, first was just as hot as hell, and the other was my reward for the first sacrifice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 2008&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i style=""&gt;You can’t find love if you keep looking at the same place over and over again when all you can see is dust. &lt;/i&gt;It was one time at our Literature class when our professor asked us about our plans for the Valentines. Well, I shook my head. Knowing, someone would hear me saying “None” though it meant something like this: “Ask me out.” But life’s fair at that moment. From both parties the other was also a “None,” but somehow it meant “Single, and available, with exceptions.” I felt nauseated, verge in tears and laughter, because I knew what I wanted but it was something I’ll never find a way to have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 2008&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve expected the unexpected. The last part of school season was full of rush images. It was vague remembering all that has happened there were: leaving school when the lights are off, ups and downs, a lot of printing, and a hell of disappointments and ifs. But this is school life, there’s got to be a lot of these.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;A lot of drama, new people, a lot of questions and dilemma, dialogue, and surrealism of love was in my mind. I knew it had to be true, for it’ll never haunt me like this until now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 2008&lt;/span&gt;. My last summer was summarized into one word: Acceptance. It was the first time I felt the truth was just my way of hiding things from others, so that they wouldn’t see, they’ll just believe, but that same idea slapped me. Something was not right that I expected flowers will grow from it, but I got weeds. I felt obstructed from the truth I was looking for. I lost my pride—was it good? I faced the other world, their satellite was God, but the goodness, was nonetheless, uninhabitable. I was lost from my own way of thinking that it was unfair, that it was not what I’ve planned, that it was too good to be a mistake, that it was crumbling, and that it was the greatest I gave. It was another blackout I had thought just existed in my SQL class but in real life it was a dirge of misery. I learned something I didn’t want to learn at all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 2008&lt;/span&gt;-present. It may be bad without a small pride that I have to cautiously raise its pillars to say that I’m doing something for myself. Time was just as demanding for some hours I need to stay at the store, doing nothing else but think. Thinking, for the first time, was something I need to evade, just as reminiscing. I was true, and that it was over. I did the right thing, not something I knew I’ll be happy of, because it didn’t, but something I thought I would never do for other people. I knew I was good, and I’ll do it again for the same reason I did it, for the love that’s true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Hearing your mind, I know it was rather dark, or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mushy&lt;/span&gt;, pertaining to the latter part but I was just actually being honest. A nice start is all that I have in mind for now. This time I’m getting ready for school again, hopefully, preparing our thesis, well, actually, blogging for now, but I’ll get the hang of it some time. Also, improvement, so I can feel good about being myself at times someone’s pulling me down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-695884134361561527?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/695884134361561527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/695884134361561527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2008/05/these-past-months-there-had-been.html' title='Pride Need Not Burned'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7939782481783998376</id><published>2008-05-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:37:46.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first post for the year. This is fast because I need to sleep too. I'll make my first *sensible post tomorrow. But anyway, welcome to clarkfend. I'll add the links some other time, including the ancient cbox, and comments, *whew. I've managed to recover my posts in ajock, so I put them here, and I switched to Photobucket again, Ripway killed my episode 7 background 'cause I wasn't able to access my account in two months. Well, the bed's calling me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7939782481783998376?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7939782481783998376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7939782481783998376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-post-for-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-3117512502428554483</id><published>2007-10-25T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:29:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these are all random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed choco pie! i want some!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh, right. these past two months (i think) i've been so much busy with school work. it seems endless.&lt;br /&gt;i went to school yesterday to make some assessment and i'll be planning to pay the tuition (frustration) fees at the start of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't expect time to fly like this so fast.&lt;br /&gt;when you're so damn busy it seems like your life has stopped too. i mean, still, no sense of everything.&lt;br /&gt;routinary.&lt;br /&gt;but i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;still i've got to push myself in this. this is my decision, and all risks are not options. i've got to find solutions.&lt;br /&gt;is this what i want?&lt;br /&gt;i've got to play pro again! but, i've got to stop.&lt;br /&gt;it's all clear now... i'm gonna keep you... like flowing water... into forever...&lt;br /&gt;*kept singing...&lt;br /&gt;to talk about school work or not? maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;i love this rainy day. full of emotions. come back. please.&lt;br /&gt;*sings again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-3117512502428554483?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3117512502428554483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3117512502428554483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/10/these-are-all-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4031024953166355639</id><published>2007-08-13T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:28:59.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and... it's gone. may nagalit. haha.. joke. wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;this post, is actually--uhm.. well i don't know either what will i say.-&lt;br /&gt;(after a few minutes...)&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. tomorrow's the start of midterms week! well i hope i'll pass.. i keep slacking off these past five days (walang pasok nung wednesday and thursday due to the typhoon, and i don't have subjects on friday and weekends); so there, i'm not sure when i'm going to post again. geee.. kinda addicted to a lot of stuffs,, psp-ing, chocolates...,-- psp-ing, hahaha! *sighs deeply; but after the exams i'll be working on a new layout. something to look forward to. yeah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course! i've finished harry potter! still upset (kasi nga tapos na yung book!); but still, a nice ending; (and i'm playing harry potter 4&amp;amp;5 in my psp!); i wont be giving reviews now, someday pag marami nang nakabasa; cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felix felicis;; gulp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4031024953166355639?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4031024953166355639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4031024953166355639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/08/and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5112027559038925389</id><published>2007-07-11T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:00:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagsasalin</title><content type='html'>tagalog dapat lahat. bear with me. (oso kasama ako??) xp hay. pagkatapos ko manood ng death note (kamatayan note (damn ang hirap itranslate!)), binasa ko lahat ng nakasulat sa blog (dayari/dayariya?) na ito. ako'y nawiwindang (hindi ko alam kung kasama ito sa diksyonaryong pinoy) dahil oo, inaamin ko, ang laki ng pinagbago ko. hinahanap-hanap ko ang kalog na aj noon, na naging si jul ngayon, at si jam na hindi ko alam kung saang baul ko nakuha, o kung ano pa mang pangalang gagamitin ko bilang screen-name (screen,, ano ba sa tagalog yun?? uhm.. tabing?? as in silverscreen, pinilakang tabing, o sige lumalayo na ko sa topic.. o topikiya, pwe ang hirap pala magtagalog!). parte ba 'to ng pagbibinata? haha. hindi, sa totoo lang ha, tumatanda na nga ako (oy oy oy asa ka labingwalong taong gulang palang ako!), at naging seryoso, at sa bawat tuldok ng petsa sa kalendaryo (archives) ng blog (wag na itranslate) na ito, alam ko lang sa sarili ko na naging sobrang malungkutin nga ako. mula sa bawat pagpihit ng oras na nagbabago ang skin (balat) ng dayariyang (parang sakit, ano sa tingin niyo?) ito, ay nagbabago rin ang damdamin ko. alam niyo bang ang art (arte) ay ekspresyon ng mga saloobin ng bawat tao? kaya mahalaga sa akin na ako mismo ang gumagawa at nagpapakahirap gumawa ng mga balat nito, kasi akin itong pahinang-sapot* na ito!!! (hindi ako galit!) dahil isang parte ng puso ko, naririto, mga bagay na hindi ko masabi minsan (o nakakalimutan kong ichismis! haha) nandito! at sa bawat pakikipagsapalaran (whew) ay marami naman akong natutunan. hindi na ko gaanong tanga. kung saan saan na rin ako napunta. marami narin akong nakilala. pero, hindi laging masaya. kaya ako malungkot. at saka ko lang naisip, tanga parin ako. (o wag masyadong feeling close (nagmamalapit.. hehe may ganun ba?) a!, ako lang pwedeng tumawag sa sarili ko nyan!). at syempre, binawi ko yun. (haha!), hindi ako tanga! (ano ba talaga kuya?), nawalan lang ng landas. sa inyong lahat, hindi lahat ng bagay, may dahilan at ang mga bagay na hindi nasasagot ng simpleng pagmamarunong ay huwag ipilit at pag-awayan pa! sa huli, talo ka parin, malungkot ka na, wala ka pang pera, eh kung may Diyos ka, astig ka na, panalo ka pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*webpage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-5112027559038925389?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5112027559038925389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5112027559038925389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagalog-dapat-lahat.html' title='Pagsasalin'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-9089078219319877903</id><published>2007-07-07T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:01:30.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyride</title><content type='html'>in my years with the public transportation, here's my list of people-to-avoid to guarantee a nice trip. haha. hope this works.&lt;br /&gt;one. the go-kadas. i mean sila ang kwelang barkada na di mo kilala, and when i say barkada, they're many. i once sat at the back and i was with this group. i think they are on vacation. seniors yata, mga graduates na, and of course, they're loud. apat lang yata kami sa van na "regular" people, haha, i mentioned they're kwela, or funny, yeah they are, and as the trip goes, it became very irritating to laugh to something, or someone you didn't knew at all. ang hirap kaya magpigil ng tawa! sabay tingin sila sayo, "geez.. look at that guy, smiling alone." haha.&lt;br /&gt;two. drunkards. two days ko na nakikita si manong lasing sa terminal. last wednesday, nakatabi ko pa siya sa pila. akala ko nga autistic eh. scary. you don't even know what he would do! he's in his subconscious you know! then tinatawag niya lahat ng dispatcher and anyone na sa tingin niyang mukhang gulong, and ask questions kung nasan na yung mga van! (pag six to seven kasi, normally, walang van sa taas kaya we fall in line to wait) then buti nalang dumiskarte si kuya dispatcher, he told this drunk na sumakay na sa camella (a subdivision before ours), and whew.. sumakay na siya yes! haha. and dumating na yung van namin! yes! walang lasing. walang hassle. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;three. skunks. who likes them anyway? pipiliin ko na yung drunk kasi tulog naman sila sa van kaysa sa skunks! because odor never sleeps! wahaha. peaceout.&lt;br /&gt;four. the dreamers. they're the ones who super sleeps! haha. mahirap silang katabi coz they lean on you! sleep on you! smudge their make-up on your white uniform! geez are they so heavy! of course, there are exceptions, nasa looks naman yun. hahaha. at age bracket. you'll easily know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;five. vip's. they're easy to spot. regularly, they sit in front with the driver, and they will make you wait until they arrive! minsan made-delay pa yung mga dapat na sasakay na kasi bigla silang magpapalakas sa mga dispatcher at drivers at magrerequest na isabay na sila sa paalis na trip. imagine ikaw yung nasa end of the line! very unfair right? unless of course family sila, but still, business is business right?&lt;br /&gt;six. notorious ones. sorry, i'm being judgmental, but i can't help looking and shivering at them. okay na yung safe right?&lt;br /&gt;seven. rubbish mouths. all they can say is p*** and t*** and g***! asar, ang lalakas ng boses! parang di nag-aral sa school! come on, do you use that frequently in a normal conversation? haha! sorry.&lt;br /&gt;eight. holdaper! how can i forget them! of course they're really hard to spot unless you can read minds but still, they're most painful thing for public transportation, next to terrorists. geez.&lt;br /&gt;nine. dj's. they're the ones when you're busy with your quick nap and before you know it, you're already awake from their loud ipods or mp3s, and all you can do is listen and frown to the distorted sound of their havoc! yung kahapon pang nakasabay ko sumasayaw pa! ang bibbo! music pa nya rihanna! see? i heard it!&lt;br /&gt;ten. si naruto. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, these are just my observations. that's why sometimes i don't take my nap at the trip, kasi nga there's someone who caught my attention. and the last thing to do in times of sheer madness is prayer! sumalangit nawa sila. peace. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;today's july 6, another layout, but still a part of version 7. added new smilies to the cbox. fun! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-9089078219319877903?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9089078219319877903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9089078219319877903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-my-years-with-public-transportation.html' title='Joyride'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6693832442917156958</id><published>2007-07-06T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:27:15.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last post was a mess so i have to clear things up. so i'm talking about the harry potter movie, which i never missed to watched since the first flick, and how happy(excited) i was that i'll be watching it with the troupe, sana, and sana rin, with my family (i watched two times at movie houses), so that's my point. but still, before the fun is the agony-and i have to go to school now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6693832442917156958?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6693832442917156958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6693832442917156958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-post-was-mess-so-i-have-to-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-1534795188483321074</id><published>2007-07-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:26:55.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>badtrip. ang hirap nung quiz sa client! pero sana pumasa ko! i'm excited for our movie trip next week although before that, we need to finish a few things for majors which is/are.. uhmm.. well anyway, as i told you, we're going to watch again, hopefully, what else, sasabihin ko pa ba? haha.. oh you know it! and, well, i wish that we would go.&lt;br /&gt;next week nalang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-1534795188483321074?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1534795188483321074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1534795188483321074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/07/badtrip.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8589473243160669777</id><published>2007-07-02T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:26:38.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and as expected, i'm busy again. well, not that so busy, still had time to sleep, and do this and that.. so anyway, i would like to extend my gratitude to those who didn't forgot the day, and i'm so overwhelmed by that. have a great summer to some people out there. well here, classes are always ongoing. kelan kaya babagyo? hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8589473243160669777?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8589473243160669777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8589473243160669777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-as-expected-im-busy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8911376125895152073</id><published>2007-06-16T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:26:05.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back at school since wednesday. i still have that same days of class, which is from monday to thursday only, and i'm thankful for that. yes third year na ko! all in all i have eight subjects this sem, six of which are major subjects, pretty disturbing. (four of those are with the course books [bulky! the one with plane tickets which i've told you]) haha.. well i hope i will still have time to post on the future, you know i'm always so busy at school. and anyway, i'll just be around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8911376125895152073?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8911376125895152073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8911376125895152073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-at-school-since-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-3122586328775179808</id><published>2007-06-08T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:25:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i brought the tagboard back, fixed a few errors, tried it on firefox, and there it is. and yeah, i'm jj. that's what they used to call me at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-3122586328775179808?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3122586328775179808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3122586328775179808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-brought-tagboard-back-fixed-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4291120134613766262</id><published>2007-06-07T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:25:22.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>halo-halo,, and a bit of a techie post. :p&lt;br /&gt;well i was a bit obvious but i guessed this is much better. i stopped for a short visit and had a thought to myself that she's not worth it, but then again i thought, mutual must be strong. i guess it's wrong for me to judge it that way but i can't do anything else, the past.. can it be just the past? why did i ever bother?&lt;br /&gt;summer has been the season for a relatively large number of reformats this pc had. this morning i finally decided to cut off one of the local drives (my primary, a maxtor) for its very horrendous performance. before that my operating system was installed in that drive and after years my pc's startup became rather slow. the last note i had was it took me fifty five minutes before i used it for my stuff. i thought regular "startup faster" programs will work but it didn't. and this past week that disk was infected and destroyed my sop's (standard operating procedures). i can't hardly breathe thinking that it was "doom's day" for my rig and that the next semester is fast approaching. (how can i work with my programming?) it didn't end there, still i could made some few adjustments to make some of my applications work like web browsers but yesterday the primary drive failed to read at startup(i can't remember the error message but it's somehow like that), of course it would mean that i can't use the pc that time. then i had to reboot it again and it would still give the same message. i knew it had to be the end but somehow it read and it worked again at the midst of my temper. i thought this would be redundant and i would've just do it until it ran okay but this morning it was really bad. i can't hardly fix it. i had to open the case a few times and repress all cards and cables to their ports but that didn't help. the drive just can't read. maybe it's dead. so i ran into conclusion that i should remove the bad drive. the good thing was that i have a secondary drive, a seagate, and much newer than that of my maxtor which was manufactured in the 90s, compared to my 2004 seagate. so i removed the ide cables from both drives, replaced seagate's ide with that of my maxtor, and also connected to the power supply to whichever cable cause they all look alike. i powered up the pc. made few adjustments, reformatted my drive, fresh-installed an operating system, re-installed personal applications, and write this post. and yeah my pc became very much faster. mission accomplished. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update! i was wrong. firefox wasn't the problem but my code. haha. finally i got it! (thanks to source codes)links to other blogsets will be done in the future since i lost the photoshop file of v7 skin and if ever you have comments or something with me (haha), you know how to reach me. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4291120134613766262?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4291120134613766262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4291120134613766262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/06/halo-halo-and-bit-of-techie-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4045035135260003655</id><published>2007-05-28T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:24:57.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's seven pm. just woke up from a quick nap. this morning we had uh.. what do i call it.. a trip. rather an outing. oh what's the crap it's just swimming. with the family. it's nice while the rain pours down. i wish i don't get sick. but anyway. i saw someone there. and i.. well, uhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4045035135260003655?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4045035135260003655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4045035135260003655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-seven-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4998583640779668827</id><published>2007-05-27T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:02:42.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation</title><content type='html'>first love? haha. have you ever wonder what's happening in their lives right now? i mean did they really care about you at all back then? and at your meet have you done something so as to be close to them? it's been really a long time. sayang nga kailangan niya na umalis. so was i. farewells are always the hardest part. i wish she do still remember me. haha. spare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update! well yeah,, she do still remember me. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4998583640779668827?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4998583640779668827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4998583640779668827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-love-haha.html' title='Infatuation'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6381590883591244884</id><published>2007-05-26T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:24:13.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday we were at jen's to celebrate her birthday. it was really fun chatting with high school buddies again. i kept thinking that they would become matured after stepping into college but they're still the same, talking about tv, cartoons, music, haha, it's like going back three years. and yeah i admit i'm so overwhelmed i got to see them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6381590883591244884?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6381590883591244884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6381590883591244884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-we-were-at-jens-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2871130414189619486</id><published>2007-05-25T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:23:54.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at last. well i'm not even sure what to tell or where to start.&lt;br /&gt;(may na-type na ko actually but i can't remember much detail so next time nalang. haha)&lt;br /&gt;well, the cbox is gone. please try to understand me. :p and it's the most simplest i've ever done but i'm good about it.(about the layout)&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to finish the book i'm reading and i'm occupied so much about it, well at least i'm doing something while on vacation. even if i didn't continue my application, i'm pretty decided about it, still work could wait until about two years in time. haha. nice. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;well yeah i'm just staying at home, probably because i'm broke(walang pera). haha. so what could i expect. at least malapit yung sm, if ever i feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway i'll just make a draft first before i post something here. i'm not really in the mood now. yeah that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2871130414189619486?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2871130414189619486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2871130414189619486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5989604757903731210</id><published>2007-03-29T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:23:22.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this part of my life. it's called stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;i've never imagined i will come to this point. i always think of the brighter side. it's pure optimism. you could just imagine how a plane, on a trip high above the clouds, would crash down, killing, not almost, but everyone. my life isn't like that. it didn't crashed down below but it keeps on falling. and it intensifies. i'm just so down and it would never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll be changing the layout in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-5989604757903731210?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5989604757903731210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5989604757903731210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-part-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8261911996547382496</id><published>2007-03-18T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:23:03.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firefox users: i do not know if you had encountered the same problem but the blog is better viewed at internet explorer since firefox has their own font-related issues.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, last week we had our final exams and it was okay (well i wish i would pass), and we had an early summer vacation. on sunday we'll be going out of town to swim (overnight, be back on monday) and i'll have to post quite a lot to share something or maybe everything.&lt;br /&gt;last week we had been connected for broadband, and the week's quite busy for my pc. and guess what? it slowed down a lot. so i had to reformat yesterday (windows normally installs in one to one and a half hour(s)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8261911996547382496?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8261911996547382496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8261911996547382496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/03/firefox-users-i-do-not-know-if-you-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6696288493067754286</id><published>2007-02-13T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:22:35.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is not just sitting in front of my computer.&lt;br /&gt;so far i've been so busy at school doing stuff students would do, and professors would gladly burdened you.&lt;br /&gt;the checklist below is not really intended for sharing (to you) but reminding (me).&lt;br /&gt;. i (we) need to finish our term paper before the second week of march&lt;br /&gt;. i (we) need to practice the speech fest piece (say that fast!)&lt;br /&gt;. i (we) need a video about anointing.&lt;br /&gt;. i need (must) study not just the major subjects, but also the minor ones.&lt;br /&gt;and at last i had my february post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6696288493067754286?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6696288493067754286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6696288493067754286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-life-is-not-just-sitting-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7038860716266485259</id><published>2007-01-23T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:22:05.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is swift: i fixed some things in this blog like the scrollbar (some people find it hard to see the scrollbar length), and i cut down posts to minimize "meaningless advertising", and there are also few small details i won't wish to elaborate further. anyway, i'm at home, and i'll share a few things on the next posts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7038860716266485259?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7038860716266485259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7038860716266485259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-swift-i-fixed-some-things-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-285677189211917512</id><published>2007-01-07T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:21:40.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[with edits]so the holidays are way over, and i'm pretty sure i've messed up school work and i'll be dead if i won't be using the next few days to catch up. to tell you honestly i haven't been doing anything productive at all! despite of cheese-ing up my program, i've never felt so un-accomplished and damn, it's upside-down! yeah, what i've been doing.. (uh, huh) is, are, well, i've finally got time to finish hp six, well i know i'm a little late (..) &gt; and i'm reading something from sparks, at first sight, i think that's the title, well i haven't finished it yet but i think it's dramatic (hehe_), while i was reading it i pictured the main characters look like katie holmes and brad pitt!! hehe, i know they don't connect..!! xp whew, what an imagination., and i also watched couple of dvds to unwind. i finished two asian series, well.. uh hmm.. /, heck i can't understand chinese english! well, uhmm, i think the series was great (totally, = accdg to my bro), i mean without the cap there wouldn't be anything i would understand. also there is genshiken, animation sort-of, (yeah it's anime), college students, societies, and the like; simple, imaginative, matured [yeah], the chapters are named, as what i want to describe it, dissertation titles, it's in japanese so i can catch up a little, (when i say little, it's really little ;p). yeah, daijoubu, i think that means i'm alright; hehe, i'm learning here!. and also had out-of-towns, drinks, and a whole lot. and that actually is my&lt;br /&gt;holiday, people,, exciting eh? yeah it's a mess. )'somehow i missed you alot.(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-285677189211917512?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/285677189211917512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/285677189211917512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2007/01/with-editsso-holidays-are-way-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-3303045701272873750</id><published>2006-12-03T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:21:10.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're supposed to have a conference this morning but they're still asleep! hell. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-3303045701272873750?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3303045701272873750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3303045701272873750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/12/were-supposed-to-have-conference-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4840195823974405022</id><published>2006-11-19T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:20:22.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been catching up on my social life (it runs!) by reading everyone's &gt;&lt; blog..&lt;br /&gt;and.. oh yeah.. i woke up early today, and figured there's nothing much to do so i opened the pc.. i was reading through my own posts and laughed at whatever grammatical flaws it had.. (...) and oh.. memories, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;school &gt; i met few high school classmates in my other classes and they're all grown up! (who doesn't?) and the choice of schedule was wise..&lt;br /&gt;i decided i should sms that someone.. and it was *uh.. not good.. 'tupid indecision.. i felt speechless that time, and the fact that there was really nothing to talk about so why would i bother?&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was so loud last night i think i woke up my neighbor.. mood swings.. it just happened i'm not in a good mood.. information. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a serious person. i am just quiet Xx at times xX and lately, the discovery (!) that i am moody.. :)&lt;br /&gt;oh.. hey jlen, got the news! 'grats! +dean's list!__+ apparently, your friend here's too unlucky (for a time) and maybe it will be like this for the rest of the semester. xp&lt;br /&gt;chi, got the checklist, there's still the ..&gt;(?) if i'll be transferring.. and still unclear if i'm going to get the summer job.. or (this) semester's affairs.. all mixed up.. most especially another =theses= line up for this term!!! [headaches]&lt;br /&gt;whatelse.. seems that i'm typing what comes first into my mind.. (...) uh.. end?.. the period --&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4840195823974405022?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4840195823974405022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4840195823974405022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-catching-up-on-my-social-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4220290753433156504</id><published>2006-11-13T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:19:55.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so flash's out. i figured it would be best not to clip any flash videos in the winter skin.. it's so disturbing! :) i read something in a library book while doing our term paper last term and it contains guidelines (...) for using graphics in the web. and *cough, i became aware that flashing graphics (the fall skin) can be so disturbing.. i tell ya that skin is bad luck! well perhaps because it took me another four months to post again! and i'm so (slow) for the late realization. gomen.. (/) and uhm.. im happy i was able to make the winter skin! yeah! (yeah i did the skin.--&gt; malcolm in the middle). Xx cross fingers xX and i'll try to post eventually to avoid the "four"-month-gap-'til-aj-posts-again. :)&lt;br /&gt;as you can see i am obviously busy with my degree(oohh...) the first week's not so bad aside from being de-blocked. yeah! 'tupid matters! i can't figure why did they pursue on that.. (whew..) joe's in sjl? no way! joke man. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; and a lot had happened last term.. well not that it has to be extraordinaire (...) i survived another (2nd time) term paper "term" and we had to watch the ncaa(s) again which is not that exciting anymore considering a lot of key players has Xx retired xX :) first part of the term is exhausting [] and the second part is much more *[]. but i learned to use the public transports across manila.. thanks to the girls at the mrt.. :) i learned to travel from school to the bowling inn.. (bowling part 2 this term! whee..) and the mass trans (lrt's and mrt's),(!) the fun part of riding is when friends are around (crazy!!!). the last portion of that term was the "black" days for us here.. *no power! the typhoon'has washed out everything! [symbolically] and the worst part is its our final exams! [] anyway, i don't want to say much.. it is just so disturbing! :D &lt;-cont.[]&lt;br /&gt;monitor trouble: i'm sorry if the site doesn't show up good at some resolutions.. lately i have been encountering problems in blogger.. &gt;&lt; .. and oh.. the links.. incomplete yeah.. contact me if possible, i just pasted them from my older skin versions so i don't know if it's updated.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;[]cont.-&gt;i was still able to play my guitx at idle-ic times.. and continue my scripts &gt;&lt; moreover, not that much more to say, and school's fine for me, all's so fine and i think i'm stuck because of so much normality (+) happening. Xx tuning in to the fray xX i'm outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4220290753433156504?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4220290753433156504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4220290753433156504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-flashs-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6951247723685419340</id><published>2006-07-18T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:03:41.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why The World Needs Superman</title><content type='html'>in a hell of sophistications and minimalistics i stand ground watching the world as it flew by me from time to time. awesome mankind has brought to date all of we are experiencing right now. the catastrophe of attitudes clashing through mirrors of cultures and traffic jams that made our diligent minds deteriorate easily when sorrow eats the wisdom of souls. faith is currently a hobby. the claim for perfection and equality is evidently a legend. the inaguration of the new profound soul is just the same old soul itself. this writing may be crap from all the metaphorical anxieties but one thing's for sure, we are in a search for something.&lt;br /&gt;watching a movie is like looking at a reflection. the way a flick gently calms the soul as dreams of a perfect world are up to a view. the ambiguity of these views are really linguistic as it forms the claimed fact of a wall between the reality and the dream if wisely interpreted. it then becomes a cry. a wandering search for help. we may deny it, but once and for all, unsarcastic, it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;"its a bird, its a plane, no! it's superman!."&lt;br /&gt;i watched superman last week with a friend and it was daring. we were in fits of an argument if we are to watch scary movie and superman returns, but with my convincing power, i obviously won the deal. before entering i was already prepearing my words for this post. in the dark theater i am in a picturesque of clean space inside but my endless counts failed for a crowd has already occupied almost half of the entire hall. so filipinos are in poverty isn't it? well, i guess not all, everyone has chance to have fun once in a while. we spotted two nice seats at the top, neither too far or too near. an advantage since i forgot my viewers. and we watched. and it has finished! and oh yeah.. what's in the mind of that person next to me who almost told the whole story! what an audience!&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, i can see smiles on everyone. yeah, me too. it was obviously a good movie. it was worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;"why the world does not need superman"&lt;br /&gt;an epic, a hero, a legend. superman is truly something worth waiting for. a modern-day savior. yet, we see dependency and the constant downfall of faith. it is a reason why he did not exist. he is not a god, further only a myth. for myths are armed with cosmic powers. it explains the balance of nature, why everyhing's fine in real life. one day he may not be a hero, one day he may turn into a monster. advances to the new world may be obtained but remember how great knowledge can turn disastrous at end? it is a story, a food for the dream, an opportunity to be once again, an inspiree. superman is a hope and someday, he may be passed on from this generation to another but there will still be hopes, hopes, and more hopes.&lt;br /&gt;"why the world seeks superman"&lt;br /&gt;our childish dreams emulate the need for someone to bear our loads and to escape ungreatful destiny. what we tried to reveal was that, we are in fact, heroes, in our simple selves. inside us are supermen or superwomen ready to escape and start to help others in our ways of kindness. we are also may be the hero of another person, and that is truly an uplifter. we may not have powers like superman but in to think of so many people crying for help, it is not too late to lend a hand to your lois lane and be like clark kent, ready to fly, ready to soar, ready to inspire. you see, superman is always around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6951247723685419340?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6951247723685419340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6951247723685419340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-world-needs-superman.html' title='Why The World Needs Superman'/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7114009815591101094</id><published>2006-07-11T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:18:15.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my full recovery happened on the afternoon of wednesday when i heard good news.. classes were cut. yeah.. what was i thinking? then another good news on my ear.. classes are suspended tomorrow (which is a thursday).. yeah.. good relief, escape from physics. all in all, i stayed at home for three days and with which at the last school day of the week i was able to attend my class again and watch the ncaa games!! yeah! arriba letran! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;it is raining awfully and there's a little school load for the week and i'm excited for bowl tomorrow! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;a lot had happened..&lt;br /&gt;hey kuya jake (kahit hindi mo mababasa 'to), received the text message! bon voyage! see you in uh.. three years?.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;a week ago, we watched superman.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;two thumbs up! my next post will be about it.&lt;br /&gt;i see that everybody's cool.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7114009815591101094?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7114009815591101094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7114009815591101094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-full-recovery-happened-on-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4842146860983260725</id><published>2006-06-30T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:17:27.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah we're done with the arguments etc.. and last week's rainin too hard. connection?&lt;br /&gt;but hey.. whenever i ride the van back home i feel so uneasy because of the rains.. and i can't sleep either.. weird no? stressful days... june palang and the loads placed on us are making our backs collapse! parang twin tower! well, i still can watch tv after school but that's it.. homeworks stockpiled! i hate the work.. even though the "home"'s on it.. it's still work. hehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;it's a bit cold in here..&lt;br /&gt;it's actually our lunch break.. i mean recess.. heck, whatever. also our only freetime.. nice deal the ds is 3pm later, i even think of not showing to class on riz1 pero something is telling me: "hey you're a stupid boy why cut class if you don't have anything else to do?" aj: "shut up!"&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends from hs..&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i got the yearbook.. it's a bit dark actually, and one thing: i hate it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4842146860983260725?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4842146860983260725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4842146860983260725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah-were-done-with-arguments-etc.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6615322623318498032</id><published>2006-06-28T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:17:06.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my middle finger's in sore pain from that game of bowl a while ago.. it just happened.. i hate that game, yet, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;i had lots of work to do right now, but i'm still sitting here. i just think i can manage all that later.&lt;br /&gt;vain.. not in my head right now. i'm occupied with thoughts.. and lots of it unworthy. it always comes up.. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;so let's see.. a typical tuesday. i've got to ride the lrt again! here's like the movement of that mean machine: going left.. going right.. and comes to halt.. then it goes again.. hey that man's touching me! and we're so compressed! and it stopped.. i hate it. but i had no choice. after that quick ride i set off-ed again.. it was lame i tell you.. i still feel nauseated.. and the head aches! wow that hurts..&lt;br /&gt;and still.. i'm burdened with work. and i feel like sleeping after this. guess what happens next..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6615322623318498032?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6615322623318498032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6615322623318498032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-middle-fingers-in-sore-pain-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-3237083037964025941</id><published>2006-06-22T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:16:22.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i've changed the layout again.. white's out and the flash has returned! hehe.. i hope you like it. the week's been busy for me yet it's only the start of classes! yeah.. got to work hard, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. ken will be leaving on saturday to california! have a great time there! we'll still meet in the future. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;the gang's already going to their classes except for jlen (mapua) and trace of course, at canada. well, it seems like everyone's in top condition. there will be more so keep cool. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-3237083037964025941?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3237083037964025941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3237083037964025941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/06/now-ive-changed-layout-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2390293426102839879</id><published>2006-06-08T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:15:51.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yet another school year has just commenced! yeah! and now i feel so tired again.. buti nalang hindi six pm yung uwian! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;summer days, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the fourth day of i-being-able-to-go-to-school-again and i think it all feels the same. the silence, the melancholy, the masks.. it's wounding. hehe.. ano ba yun?!&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. happy birthday to the june celebrants! you know who you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2390293426102839879?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2390293426102839879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2390293426102839879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/06/yet-another-school-year-has-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-3721867745129168074</id><published>2006-04-29T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:15:03.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well so far so good, this summer is really pulling me..&lt;br /&gt;i've been always out-of-house this past few days. been going out to meet people, friends, people, stuff. it's so nice i'll be like this again 'til next week..&lt;br /&gt;planner!&lt;br /&gt;so tuesday next week i'll be at school to enroll, and after that we'll be goin' out again for a party, debut na kasi nung friend ko.. hehe.. happy 18th!&lt;br /&gt;then sa may5, i don't know if we still need to go to school but i wish we will not coz we'll be at the airport! bye trace! see you at canada three years from now.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm counting down the days..&lt;br /&gt;at home, i'm just, uh.. well.. sleeping. hehe.. if not, watching tv or feeling like an artist, stuff, again. well, better get prepared for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;see you next month! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-3721867745129168074?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3721867745129168074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3721867745129168074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-so-far-so-good-this-summer-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8822138503598472323</id><published>2006-04-04T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:14:16.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's another hot summer day and the two day house party is over, i can't forget the laughs, the dishes! (yeah!), the alcohol fountain.. hehe.. and of course, the sleepless nights! grabe, i'm still tired..&lt;br /&gt;here you are again i can feel you breathe down my neck whispering his name while whistling those killer melodies.. (playing deliverance by kn)&lt;br /&gt;uh.. last friday, i've been to school to get the report card, nothing much to do in manila so i went home early. well, sophomore na ko! yeah! it's so fast, pero ang daming memories, yun yung important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8822138503598472323?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8822138503598472323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8822138503598472323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-another-hot-summer-day-and-two-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8787901367592242801</id><published>2006-03-22T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:13:28.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! pagkatapos ng one year sa college as a freshie, at last summer naaah!!! (well aj, you can't be too excited for you will just clean the house all season! noooo....). so i admit, all the summer plans are crossed out. i'll just stay at home, wait for my time.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;well, the grades are posted at dot letran, well not all, only for english and fil, yeah! i can't tell basta it's more than i expected! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;have a nice summer vacation guys! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8787901367592242801?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8787901367592242801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8787901367592242801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-pagkatapos-ng-one-year-sa-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6115993448909417198</id><published>2006-03-21T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:12:44.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wala parin netty sa bahay, i don't know why.. whatever&lt;br /&gt;today, waah! i can feel the summer winds already and it's getting hot here in cavite buti nalang may coke (sponsor?)&lt;br /&gt;ang cute ng bago kong mouse pad which was given to me yesterday, after all those years with the blue mouse pad pwede na syang magretire! ang cute kasi ng design nitong bago, it shows my chocoholic attitude.. (eh kasi aj, hersheys kaya yan!!)&lt;br /&gt;then tinatamad ako magreview! hehe.. i started with chapter five yesterday and i can't even explain what multiplexing is! help! this is gettin' shitter.. (sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;i added my info column here. kahit di ko masyadong stinate yung personality ko, you can just read my posts and conclude na ahh.. si aj ganito, ganyan, what the hell, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;don't absorb the 'rate my girl' part, sayang kasi yung space. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;money!&lt;br /&gt;so.. pics nalang kulang! don't worry, in a few months i'll be adding up pics and i'll stick to one layout nalang! ang hirap kaya ng papalit palit! la pa kasi kong photoshop kaya yun, pero kung meron na, hwahaha!..&lt;br /&gt;summer plans!&lt;br /&gt;thinking of shifting to engineering.. uh..&lt;br /&gt;thinking of having a summer job..&lt;br /&gt;thinking of going to taekwondo classes..&lt;br /&gt;thinking of having art classes..&lt;br /&gt;thinking of workshops and auditions..&lt;br /&gt;thinking of religious activities.. whoa! too much!&lt;br /&gt;thinking of being a community volunteer! whoa! too much again!&lt;br /&gt;so.. engineering where there's a lot of math and drafting?!? (yeah, i super miss drafting! the t-square and the triangles, the vectors and the plates! the lines and the curves! even though my classmates in high school cursed drafting, i admit i love that subject!!!) hirap kasi ng i.t.! it's when i see tatay oso that makes me scream to death and say "dapat di na ko nag-i.teeeee.!!! di ko naman kayaaahhh!!!!!" but, nandito na ko, i should continue on. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;summer job.. ohh. when i think of it, i remember someone! sorry po!&lt;br /&gt;kasi there's again, a conflict between me and a friend, ayoko talagang may sumasabay sa mood swings ko kaya naiinis ako.. uh.. whatever. that's the last word i said, and everyone syempre would be very irritated kung kayo sya. i'm sorry, it all mixed up kasi that day, so i became more sensitive. i'm sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm practicing my art again, getting hang of art attack at disney ch, dami kasing projects dun at techniques.. well, sana magamit ko sya sa i.t. but nooooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6115993448909417198?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6115993448909417198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6115993448909417198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/03/wala-parin-netty-sa-bahay-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-269589110111238369</id><published>2006-03-20T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:12:12.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no classes tomorrow you know, so i have a day to review for my major, right now, magcocomputer muna ko.&lt;br /&gt;the week's been so busy especially with the final exams.&lt;br /&gt;we had our community service at navotas yesterday. well, uh, kasama ko nakatayo yung mga classmates ko, small lang kasi yung barangay hall kaya dun kami sa store nakatambay.. hehe.. tapos lalabas si sir ng hall..&lt;br /&gt;sir: o tulungan nyo ko ilabas 'tong gamit&lt;br /&gt;aj: talikod tayo kay sir kunyari di natin narinig&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. so that's it, wala kaming ginawa except for some really hardworking students who participated at the program. hehe.. bad influ, huwag tularan! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;then we rode the bus pabalik ng school! eww.. the smell of factories and nearby rivers! talaga! kept my stomach turning off! buti nalang malinis yung air sa intramuros after getting off the bus.. whew! what a day i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;walang maitutulad sa sumpang iyong nilikha.. (playing una by spongecola)&lt;br /&gt;and i almost forgot! babalik na spongebob sa nick! after all those weeks! yeah! spongebob! hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-269589110111238369?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/269589110111238369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/269589110111238369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-classes-tomorrow-you-know-so-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6150816821537324732</id><published>2006-03-18T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:11:32.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>etong comp masyadong pasuspense ginawa pang next week yung exam! the up-side is that we have more time to review! shocks parin!&lt;br /&gt;i woke up very early kasi late na sila mom sa office then they woke me up para magcook ng breakfast ni bry (paspecial to! sya lang kasi may pasok ngayon..)&lt;br /&gt;then my morning sickness.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;no classes so i got to stay home and read five chapters sa comp! hmph! busy!&lt;br /&gt;well, buti nalang may pasok yung mga friends ko kaya katext ko sila kanina habang they are on their way to school.&lt;br /&gt;later may dinner kami kina jas'n, parang belated celebration, di kasi pwede nung monday, busy kasi lahat sa final exams!&lt;br /&gt;letranista i.t. party? when? hala.. hanggang 12 daw? so how am i suppose to go home ng 12mn? shit.. they won't allow me..&lt;br /&gt;two of my friends are still on their mission.. sana makausap nyo na sina chelsea at christine(not their real names)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6150816821537324732?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6150816821537324732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6150816821537324732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/03/etong-comp-masyadong-pasuspense-ginawa.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2767498441639732299</id><published>2006-03-14T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:10:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday yosh! eighteen uh.. nineteen ka nah! whatever// hehe..&lt;br /&gt;we have five subjects tomorrow for final exams, well, just posting.&lt;br /&gt;katatapos lang magprint nung document ni bry, well, alis na ko.&lt;br /&gt;good luck sa final exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;good luck nalang sa lahat ng graduates!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2767498441639732299?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2767498441639732299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2767498441639732299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-yosh-eighteen-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-1305214628908407852</id><published>2006-03-10T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:10:21.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hectic... tapos na yung theo but it's incomplete, well atleast.&lt;br /&gt;today is the big day kasi ngayon na yung defense namin sa comp and i'm not so confident about it.&lt;br /&gt;sa friday, which is tomorrow, we have lots of things to do, morning: trigo quiz and cws project. sa afternoon: stat quiz again.&lt;br /&gt;next week is final exams week! sched:&lt;br /&gt;mon:stat&lt;br /&gt;tue:eng,trigo,fil,pe,theo&lt;br /&gt;wed:acctg&lt;br /&gt;fri:cws&lt;br /&gt;no schedules yet for major, maybe it's with the non-dep exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-1305214628908407852?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1305214628908407852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1305214628908407852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/03/hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8073347006141924792</id><published>2006-03-04T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:09:51.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fast lang to'&lt;br /&gt;hello again and see my banner? it's for march and april... yeah, the site's a bit messy so bear with me. hehe.. i'm still in the unconscious state, medyo depressed, medyo masaya, it's like a dream. anyway, di parin tapos yung case study for computer, medyo mahaba kasi and i'm doing it right after this. after the exams i'll post again to prepare for the summer activities.. medyo marami, summer work! yeah! hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8073347006141924792?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8073347006141924792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8073347006141924792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/03/fast-lang-to-hello-again-and-see-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-3313346409171124387</id><published>2006-02-25T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:09:09.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a long time already, yeah, i'm very busy, though kanina idle ako while doing our research paper in computer. hectic schedule: the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;so eto yung checklist ko for the remaining time in second semester&lt;br /&gt;one. research paper in computer&lt;br /&gt;two. work set in accounting&lt;br /&gt;three. the dreaded cheer dance in p.e. which i think we won't be able to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;four. gospel synopsis in theology&lt;br /&gt;five. chapter review in statistics&lt;br /&gt;six. news reporting in filipino plus the speech (talumpati)&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. that's about it, then include review for all subjects especially in computer and theology..&lt;br /&gt;uh.. i wish i will be able to change the layout before march.. oh god help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-3313346409171124387?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3313346409171124387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3313346409171124387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-has-been-long-time-already-yeah-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7288514805600797178</id><published>2006-02-11T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:08:36.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>human touch.. i think some people like that, holding hands, a warm hug, well, who doesn't? valentines day is near, uh, what am i expecting? a date? nah.. not for now, wala pa kasing money..&lt;br /&gt;fridays are mixed emotions days, i don't know, it's the day when i feel all sorts of things, naguguluhan, naiiyak, nababaliw, i think it's normal but some says it's lunatism.. oh god help me.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;we had seminar kanina, ang galing nung speaker! he's black, and he has a good sense of humor, di tulad nung ibang persons pag nagseseminar na boring and nakakaantok.. nice work mr. ignacius! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;then, i went home agad kasi magbobonding kami ni kim, na ngayon lang uli nangyari, hehe.. naginternet lang kami, actually, nasa internet shop ako ngayon, kim left a few minutes ago kasi may curfew, well anyway, thanks for the company, nag neopets kami, tinuruan nya ko.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;well, moreover, tapos narin yung report sa stat, na leader ako. then, yung carinosa at cheerdancing sa pe, uh.. sir assigned me to divide the class, president kasi eh, nakakaasar. then, yung investigatory project sa major, medyo matagal gawin yun, and leader parin ako. then, that goes my busy life, bigla nalang may dumadating na trial. hehe.. di naman ako naggigive-up, kaya lang nawawalan ako ng time para sa sarili ko. aww..&lt;br /&gt;yung mga hs friends ko, busy narin, di na kami nagkakasama, well, that's college life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7288514805600797178?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7288514805600797178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7288514805600797178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/02/human-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-4128673490347107711</id><published>2006-01-28T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:08:01.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tapos na exams.. i'm still here at the internet lab in letran kasi ayaw pa magpalabas ni guard.. kainis nga eh, pero mga 11:30 siguro pwede na..&lt;br /&gt;this week's a bit hectic and busy for me kasi nga exams, syempre, i still have time to text, na di nawawala sa schedule ko..&lt;br /&gt;last wednesday, after class, nagpunta uli ako kina jen.. and inis na ata sakin si hanna kasi lagi akong nandun sa kanila, la kasi ko masyadong makausap on my personal stuff, actually, wala naman akong problem, it's just that there's something na pinagawa ko kay jen.&lt;br /&gt;uh.. mamaya pala, may mall show ako, deh.. joke, pupunta kong sm, up to two siguro kasi hihintayin ko si shai lumabas, maraming ikekwento sakin yun.. i'm excited.. hehe.. matagal ko na ring di nakakausap yun..&lt;br /&gt;about dun sa trace's night sa 25, which is a tentative date sabi ni cai, uh.. nasabi ko na kay cai na makakasama ako kaya lang, di ako papayagan, i can't told her that night na di ako papayagan kasi badtrip siya.. as in, wawa naman kasi, konti lang nagreply sa kanya, pag nagreply naman ang daming reasons para di makasama, syempre, we can't do something about that cause all of our schedules are hectic kaya lang, konting consideration man lang about trace kasi six years siya sa canada, kaya kailangang may memories naman kahit pa paano from her friends.. bahala na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-4128673490347107711?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4128673490347107711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/4128673490347107711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/01/tapos-na-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7893290709370715436</id><published>2006-01-25T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:07:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey zeeps.. tagal din. anyway, this week is our midterm exams week, and of course expect me to be indoors, and study to death, like dati.. you know, ngayon, hehehe.. eto nagiinternet. mamaya nalang.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only person in our house, the other family members are in laguna to offer condolences to my grandfather. so sad but that's life. di na ko sumama kasi may exams. si bryan din, may exams and sabi ni dad, wag na kami sumama.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, no schedule of exam today, kahapon nag trigonometry which is ayos lang and filipino, not that bad. natapos ako mga 12:45 pm sa filipino exam then kailangan ko agad umalis cause wala ngang tao sa house. hay, so boring here.. buti nalang nakakapaginternet ako..&lt;br /&gt;kai, and joanne, napuntahan ko na po yung blogs nyo.. hehe.. they're great!&lt;br /&gt;jen, na di nakapagunli, ok lang yan, buti nagkabati kayo ni ron, sana magtagal kayo.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;last friday pala, nag sm las pinas kami ni kai, ewan ko ba we watched narnia! waah! again and again! nakakahiya tawa kami ng tawa dun sa theatre eh konti lang yung tao lakas pa naman ng tawa nun tapos pinagtitinginan na kaming dalawa.. heee.. scary..&lt;br /&gt;waahh... i'm starving, my breakfast? a brownie.. no wonder..&lt;br /&gt;tapos after ko pumunta sa sm, kina jen naman, hay grabe tapos umulan naglakad kami pauwi, hinatid ako kasi wala kong payong, no choice nga kami kasi yung tolda nalang yung natira dun kina jen, patay syempre ang laki laki nun.. tapos! may froggie dun malapit sa mini gubat.. nagtatatakbo ako, kala ko kasi toadie, ewan inaallergy ko pag may nakita kong toadie.. hay, kaya ito..&lt;br /&gt;then exams na nga ngayong week, hehe.. sana makapasa, geh! better get going, i need to burn my eyebrows (magsunog ng kilay whahahah..) sa accounting.. hay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7893290709370715436?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7893290709370715436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7893290709370715436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-zeeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7759593152226334965</id><published>2006-01-12T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:07:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tell ya! 8oox6oo ang resolution ng monitors nyo para nakacenter yung flash header! pag malaki kasi, hindi proportion yung body.. anyway here's the post!:&lt;br /&gt;kind hearted friend of mine told me that leaving someone was not an option. don't set your love one free, it's a matter of choosing the right thing to do or in my case, fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. guys, we don't have theology, absent si maam! yey! hehe.. then i'm here in i.t. lab 1 (tama ba?.. basta.). it's a long day again, from seven thirty to six.. whoa..&lt;br /&gt;my head is empty from all the anxiety (ano ba yun?) and doubt a person like me has something to do with.&lt;br /&gt;back to school days..&lt;br /&gt;we have classes on saturday, take note, whole day, from seven to six.. yay! it's getting worst! well, i'm not that tired now either, maybe mamaya pag accounting na... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;kaninang lunch, we ate at karate kid. (tama ba ulit?.. basta..). it's a japanese restaurant, kami nga first costumers eh.. hehe.. kasama ko sina kel, si vyn, at si papa bear.. hehe.. then buti nalang nakaabot kami sa trigo hehe.. the seatwork is a bit confusing, naiwan ko yata yung brain ko dun sa karate kid eh.. hehe.. basta we're all full habang nagtritrigo, eh kasi naman ang dami ng food.. hehe.. kayo din, if you like jap food, try karate kid, masaya dun.. hehe.. nagpromote?&lt;br /&gt;ayan, malapit na three oclock, mageenglish na kami.. yay! mabait naman si maam eh.. eheh.. next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7759593152226334965?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7759593152226334965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7759593152226334965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-tell-ya-8oox6oo-ang-resolution-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-1255852429607787930</id><published>2005-12-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:05:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>medyo napaaga yung pagpost ko ngayon wala na kasing magawa, excited narin para magkwento..&lt;br /&gt;uh.. merry christmas pala ulet sa inyo.. happy new year too.&lt;br /&gt;we flew last saturday, twenty four, three oclock from cavite to makati, we fetched mom from office, then we went to pampanga. three hour trip, it's cold and even colder when we get off the car. the family's not yet complete but the important people has arrived [vip's-such]. dumating si ninang from australia, with my cousins and my english-speaking pamangkins.. nandon si grandma and my dad's siblings, their sons and daughters and my pamangkins.. we ate noche buena mga ten palang, i got really sleepy so i slept early, mga eleven, before that ate she came to me and she let me see the wacky videos of my cousins. pati narin si carlo aquino nandito pala the night before, one daw siya dumating but then he had to leave, hinatid lang nya si kuya marvin, husband ng cuz ko, brother ni carlo si kuya marv. ayan, tapos natulog na ko. i woke up three am, damn it's very cold, mga eighteen to twelve degrees yung temp, i was wearing jacket and jeans that time, with socks pa, then blanket. wahh.. it's still freezing di na ko makatulog.&lt;br /&gt;christmas day, wala nang magawa, nakikipagkulitan nalang with my cousins, si pat, my english speaking cousin, lagi kasama ni ate she, si ate joy, may work, may bf narin and si ate edz pala ikakasal nah. eehehe.. parang kelan lang a.. time does really fly so fast, anyway, mga six na kami umuwi back to cavite, daan muna kami jollibee sa nlex hehe.. nagtreat si mommy.&lt;br /&gt;to all of us, may we have a fruitful new year, uh.. resolution ko? i'll try to be true to myself. i think this two thousand and six, there will be something more good that's going to happen. psyche!&lt;br /&gt;have a nice year! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-1255852429607787930?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1255852429607787930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/1255852429607787930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/12/medyo-napaaga-yung-pagpost-ko-ngayon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-537105076925292617</id><published>2005-12-24T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:03:50.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sa dami ng drama, hehe.. napaniwala ko si--, hehe.. and di na siya galit.&lt;br /&gt;aj: "ok, ako na yung may kasalanan, now kayo nalang pumunta sa star city, ayoko kasing magcelebrate knowing na someone is treating me cold.&lt;br /&gt;c--: "tol, pasko naman eh, reconciliation is just around the corner, ayan tol okay na ko ngayon ikaw naman hindi!"&lt;br /&gt;aj: "ah, basta, the damage has been done.."&lt;br /&gt;..and so on..&lt;br /&gt;aj: "ok sige sasama na ko!.. hehe..!"&lt;br /&gt;so ganon nga, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we celebrate the funky at four, actually, hindi pa pala kami five years, four palang kaya we changed the theme, hehe.. we spend the day at star city, walo kami, si jay, ako, shai, cai, trace, jason, jow, tine. ayan, kahit paano kumpleto kami, absent si lj and kaz kasi may important school business. si jen, di pwede kasi walang tao sa house nila. anyway, bday din ni jay yesterday and siya yung nagtreat saming lahat, besides sa use ng car nila, revo, eh, siya pa yung nagbayad ng entrance c/o mama nya, thanks tita! ehehe.. saya so wala kaming gastos talaga. hay sa car palang ang ingay na ng roadtrip namin, hehe, tapos pinagpaalam ni jay (pinilit) yung mga di talaga dapat pupunta, luckily sumama sila.. hehe.. si shai lang naman and tine yung pinagpaalam, dapat si cai di makakapunta dahil nasa pasay sila yesterday, takas lang siya.. hehe.. then pag dating dun, uh.. ayun rides muna (torture) tapos kain kami, di ko eeleborate yung torture este rides hay ngayon masakit parin katawan ko lalo na dun sa zyklone loop, pamatay, at dun sa wild river, basa! hehe.. si shai pagkatapos dun sa tilt spin (di ko lam yung name pero yun yung nakatilt yung ride habang nakatayo kayo, ang syempre nags-spin!), she felt nauseatic (bagong word?), may nalanghap daw kasi siyang ewan, parang toxic gas daw! hehe.. sabi ko di na ko she needs detoxification kaya the green trash can to the rescue!..&lt;br /&gt;hay epal talaga takbo sila ng takbo dun sa tatlong haunted house, ang ingay nga sumakit yung eardrum ko dun sa mummy!&lt;br /&gt;may pics sana ko kaya lang di ko pa napapascan, or nauupload..&lt;br /&gt;hay, pagod na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys! la kami sa christmas! fly to states kami dun kami magcecelebrate! yey! (states ka dyan) basta we'll not be on our house on christmas, family reunion kasi.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, baka next year na ko makapagpost ulit! basta merry christmas and a happy new year blogbloods and blogzeeps!&lt;br /&gt;december 10 pa daw balik namin sa school, nice..&lt;br /&gt;di ako nakapunta sa arriba fest, next year nalang o kaya sa fourth year, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;our neighbor is loud! he's playing guitar, wala namang nabubuo! hehe.. joke lang pare..&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-537105076925292617?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/537105076925292617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/537105076925292617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/12/sa-dami-ng-drama-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-9180140463507314182</id><published>2005-12-19T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:02:26.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good luck nalang sa tropa for their fab at five out na ko sa inyo.. i spoiled everything pasensya na ha.. kayo nalang, thanks for being my friends.. ngayon lam ko na yung limit nyo. i did my best pero di nyo napansin, you see my faults always. i'm very disappointed especially sayo kung sino ka man kilala mo sarili mo.[spoil me]&lt;br /&gt;bukas ay founder's day! yehey.. though di ko lam yung gagawin pero excited narin ako sa mga mangyayari sa school.. hay sana walang class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-9180140463507314182?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9180140463507314182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/9180140463507314182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-luck-nalang-sa-tropa-for-their-fab.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7406059726866897168</id><published>2005-12-18T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:01:35.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe.. si jen natatawa.. seriously pare, ang laki talaga ng gulong napasukan ko. well anyway, i'll just wait until god told me what i should do!&lt;br /&gt;veggies! tuloy ang fab at five sa twenty two! lahat daw makakasama! hah! thanks jaylyn kasi inayos mo yung lahat di sana ko sasama because i'm disappointed pero wow biglang nag-iba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudez malapit na xmas, si paul nasa school, xmas program nila, buti si bryan vacation nah..&lt;br /&gt;next week founder's week sa letran and i don't know kung ano gagawin, well, let's just see..&lt;br /&gt;tapos.. malapit na bakasyon!&lt;br /&gt;it's always raining bakit kaya? heh.. di nanonood ng news pasaway.. basta it's really cold.. i'm freezing. negative ten degrees na ata temp dito sa cavite.. joke.. mga twenty nine siguro.&lt;br /&gt;the earplugs makes me bingi..&lt;br /&gt;[edited due to some circ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7406059726866897168?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7406059726866897168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7406059726866897168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/12/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2188224304980333933</id><published>2005-12-17T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:00:38.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eto reply ko:&lt;br /&gt;at first i didn't expect i would fall for you, kala ko you're just one of those ewans i encounter. later i realize that whatever i planned to get rid of you, the more i learned to love you and the more i don't want to see my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. insane! wag seryosohin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2188224304980333933?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2188224304980333933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2188224304980333933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/12/eto-reply-ko-at-first-i-didnt-expect-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-3860195576172570342</id><published>2005-12-15T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:59:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey thanks sa mga it1ecuties na laging nagpopost sa aking blog! thanks to cez, dyei, eunice and joanne! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;hay kakukuha ko lang ng mga modules kanina sa website ni sir ronie, hay ang dami kaya lang five chapters palang nakukuha ko wala pa yung iba.. i'll just wait till he uploads the other modules kasi kailangan ko hanggang seven para makareview sa mid-terms! hay..&lt;br /&gt;by the way kanina nanood kami ng play sa sc auditorium, about sa life ni st liem yung saint namin sa letran, in fairness, maganda di tulad nung ** basta it's really fun to see your schoolmates performing on stage, sa ssi kasi once a year lang nagkakaron ng play production and syempre laging maganda, excellente'!&lt;br /&gt;hay pagdating sa classroom, syempre wala ng theo kasi nga may play tapos half the time nalang natira for english, eh wala si maam kasi di nya kami nakita kaya umalis nalang yata.. god sana di kami absent! hehe.. the boys are playing with the projector they are creating images from shadows using their parts of the body, hehe.. grabe of course you know kung anong ginagawa nila, hehe.. no more on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;nagquiz sa accounting, it's not that hard pero kailangan talagang magaling ka sa logic kung hindi sasakit ulo mo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-3860195576172570342?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3860195576172570342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3860195576172570342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-thanks-sa-mga-it1ecuties-na-laging.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-6419908220360099417</id><published>2005-12-14T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:58:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey thanks to the cute girls of it1e who posted here on this trash, joke, my blog pala.. haha di sila makapaniwala na ako to' hehe.. this is really me. i'm just a quiet person. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;how i wish bakasyon na so hectic ng sched namin hehe.. pero buti nalang i'm not one of the dancers sa field demo which is on monday.. thank god. hay kahapon nagaccounting kami grabe nagulat ako kinuha ni sir yung names namin sa likuran kasi di kami makasagot sa mga tanong.. as if namang may naintindihan ako!! hehe.. kasalanan ko rin pala kasi lagi kong absent, too bad. tinatanong ko nga si kel "so ibig sabihin bagsak na tayo sa accounting?" waah! di sana! i'm really worried sa accounting lang ako nagkaganito.. hehe.. i tried not to think of it more kasi baka mabaliw ako. anyway, may seminar kanina about flash, di ko na tinapos kasi binalik ko na kay sir ronie yung mga extra wires. hay ang hirap ding maging block president ad i can't find my self useful to them! patay ka sakin marvin di ka pumasok yung rj45 ko na sayo.&lt;br /&gt;may name na tayo mga katext! gangsters! hehe.. basta don't come asking me kung bakit, i'll explain nalang next time.&lt;br /&gt;now where's my fone, di ko makita..&lt;br /&gt;hay paramita! nakasabay ko ulit si shai kanina kaya lang di kami gaanong nakapagusap pareho kasi kaming inaantok kaya tulog nalang kami sa van, uy chelle pasensya na di kita nasamahan ah, next time nalang may problem kasi talaga, di ko pwedeng sabihin.&lt;br /&gt;uh.. next year may bago na kong layout! i'm planning of a new cool way to improve my blog, feeling ko kasi trash talaga to'.&lt;br /&gt;tinanong ako ni arrianne kung gusto ko daw sumali dun sa webmaking(parang spider) sabi ko di ko kaya and walang time eh, medyo nakalimutan ko narin kasi yung coding, ang dami ko pa kasing iniisip! shit ang hectic ng sched! gusto kong bumalik sa high school! houch! ewan, parang masaya kasi nun eh! hay.. time goes on.. tumatakbo ang oras na iiwan na ako ng panahon! no! basta..&lt;br /&gt;i'm starving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-6419908220360099417?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6419908220360099417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/6419908220360099417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-thanks-to-cute-girls-of-it1e-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7859152806209832283</id><published>2005-12-10T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:18:46.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up this friday at 7.30 am, ewan ko ba, may pasok sila bro ngayon letran lang wala. i opened the computer at binuksan ko yung picture file niya. [edited due to explicitly dramatic content] manonood pala kami ni shai ng paramita mamaya basta yung band na vocalist at the same time drummer yung girl. astig nga i really want to be a drummer some day! hehe.. kala nyo marunong din ako magdrums, basic nga lang.. tapos ganito, may pasok si shai ngayon and i'm expecting her to be at sm mga five thirty siguro then she'll buy a cd para makapasok kami.. hehe.. astig talaga, musically inclined talaga to si shai! hay naku shai magpakatotoo ka na yan tuloy naagaw tuloy siya ni maja salvador.hehe peace out!&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading memoirs of a geisha ngayon, siguro mamaya tapos ko na yung book, gusto ko na nga ring mapanood yung movie eh, basta astig! tungkol siya sa japanese history, yung time na may mga geisha pa, basta yun.&lt;br /&gt;i've added a shoutbox (yes! may shoutbox nahh!!!) for some people to place comments oi guys ayusin nyo yung comments ha.. respeto naman sa cute kong blog.. joke! hehe.. thanks sa blog ni panget (di ko lam ung name nya ngkataon lang nagblog-hopping aq knina) kasi nakuha ko yung link papunta sa cbox.ws hehe, if you want your own cbox, just click &lt;a href="http://cbox.ws/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually follow-up nito nung kanina, here you'll see the pics i've taken kanina lang sa sm, they're the paramita band! astig talaga! here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d148/aj_12/?action=view&amp;amp;current=normandellosa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d148/aj_12/normandellosa.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;norman dellosa + guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d148/aj_12/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ria.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d148/aj_12/ria.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ria bautista + drums + vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d148/aj_12/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alseycortez.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d148/aj_12/alseycortez.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alsey cortez + bass&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. nakakatuwa yung mga pics pasensya na di ko naayos (the flesh part is my damn cute finger!)marami kasing nakapila kanina at nagmamadali na ko hehe.., ayun nakay shai yung poster at cd since sa kanya naman talaga yun.. hehe.. nakakatuwa sila, pag katapos nila i sign yung mga poster, sabi ko kay kuya alsey "kuya smile ka." hehe.. tapos "ate rhia papicture!" hehe.. tapos "kuya normz pose ka!" hehe... nakakatuwa sila after that napangiti ako sabi ko "astig". kinanta nila yung hiling. astig talaga lalo na yung slow music na di ko lam title! hehe.. basta they rock! sana sumikat agad sila!!! hehe.. paramita rocks!!! thanks pala shai sa pag invite sakin ah, di ako makakapasok kung wala ka!! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;)the grass will grow one day,if you step on it and it died, don't worry, it'll grow back again(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7859152806209832283?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7859152806209832283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7859152806209832283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-woke-up-this-friday-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-7788842265415769299</id><published>2005-12-02T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:48:50.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays na! ay di pa pala, i mean it's already december, yes.. time does fly really fast, not that wala akong napala this year, it's really a great year for me especially start na of my college days. uh.. you can visit my november archive kasi konti pa lang nakapost ngayon! hehe.. letran college week will be on the third week of december, i'm excited, probably. uh.. on sunday, we're going to watch a play on u.n. ave, it's for our filipino, uh.. i'm really confused now, sa sunday na kasi yung christening eh pag di ako umattend sa play, incomplete ako sa grade plus wala pa kong project, for short, i'm going to repeat fil3! noo.. that would never happen!&lt;br /&gt;later pa class ko, mga twelve pa eh minsan late si sir, kapag twelve pasok ko, aalis ako sa bahay ng mga ten fifteen, siguro fifteen minutes to twelve nandoon na ko, it's really hard if you live far from school, waah.. the dreadful tardiness and absences i committed! damn.. sorry pala sa words.. too harsh-too harsh!!!&lt;br /&gt;hay, later pag kauwi ko i'm going to sm first tapos manonood ako ng chicken little! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;nagkita pala mga fellow ssiers (statefields students) sa park and ride kahapon, present si franz, si brian, si marje, si dian, si tine at si shaina (na lagi kong kasabay), tapos pinaalis kami nung dispatcher hehe.. nakaharang daw kasi kami, nauna na kaming sumakay sa van ni shai, tapos ibang destination na yung iba, nakasakay na kami nung dumating si gladys na kasama yung bf nyang bball player daw sa lyceum, hehe.. it's fun to watch people really going for big-time! heh.. good luck ssiers! miss ko na kayo esp tgp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.. kanina pa finished yung class, actually, wala talagang class na nangyari, nagattendance lang, nagpasa ng assignment with the folders *iba-iba yung colors ng folder, dapat blue lang.. hehe.. who cares? i'm surfing to see my classmates' blogs and their damn so nice-so nice! especially kay cez, waah!! favorite song ko pa yung pinatugtog *as of now hehe.. hay, nakakahiya tuloy tignan itong blog ko, haha who cares again?..&lt;br /&gt;katext ko kanina si fae, tapos si lex, tapos si jen, hay.. they're all creepy di ko alam kung ano nang nangyayari sa mga buhay nila!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;i've just realized a while ago that i am not a good block president, ewan ko, i don't think everything's under control, nakakatakot yung class! parang nakawala daw sabi ni papa bear! hehe.. di naman, mababait naman classmates ko eh! it1e rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;nakasabay ko ulit si es(shaina) kanina sa van, actually, it's all planned, tapos hehe.. apologies to the old man na pinagtawanan namin, he's sleeping kasi then nabahin siya, hehe.. tulo laway, nagtinginan kami ni shai, grabe tapos natatawa nalang kami pasimple.. hay ang hirap magpigil ng tawa, iniiba ko yung topic but the image just keeps flashing on my mind!! hahaha!!! dare me! si shai pala sa ust nagaaral, conservatory of music, hehe.. astig nga eh rakista talaga yun kaya lang pangkeyboards talaga siya, i told her if she wanted to have a band, sabi nya "oo naman, sino bang hindi? pero, sino bang maghahanap ng keyboard-ista sa banda nila?" heeee.. i agreed nalang, pero bakit yung cueshe! [edited due to awkward circ], yung cueshe nga may keyboard-ista naman sila ah, well, sa tingin ko nasa attack naman yun.. hehe, i don't know what i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;hay, dadaan sana ko sa sm kanina kaya lang wala naman akong gagawin, as if namang gusto ko makita si ethel booba! di ko siya gusto! **ethel: di rin kita gusto noh! hehe.. sino pa ba nakita kong magsho-show, uh.. i think joross ata and roxanne, di ko rin sila gusto! hehe.. alam ko na sasabihin nila sakin!&lt;br /&gt;hay, di na ko nakakanood ng tv, medyo namimiss ko na rin yung mga shows di ko na nasusundan yung story, hehe.. kampanerang kubo este.. kuba ay astig! hehe.. joke.&lt;br /&gt;hay di pa nagre-reply si jen at fae, nasan na kaya yung mga yun? jen, probably nag-aalaga ng anak joke! ng kapatid pala. si fae, nasa los banos pa, ewan.&lt;br /&gt;)we are all meant to fly, to soar.. but then at times we fail and fall.. so if ever you fail and fall.. feel free.. you know you can just crash into me{&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-7788842265415769299?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7788842265415769299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/7788842265415769299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-na-ay-di-pa-pala-i-mean-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-2777537916214382792</id><published>2005-12-01T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:44:44.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the chronicles of narnia, uh.. i don't think that is the real name, but i hope so. i saw some teasers and i think the movie is just great, ewan ko lang kung kelan siya ipapalabas sa phils, i hope malapit na..&lt;br /&gt;i supposed to have an english class today pero wala si maam may sakit daw siya, hehe.. nagiwan ng note, naku, i think i better get back to the classroom hehe.. nandun yung things ko baka manakaw..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-2777537916214382792?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2777537916214382792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/2777537916214382792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/11/chronicles-of-narnia-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-5274466017249296404</id><published>2005-11-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:37:09.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last saturday, we went to qc, ang daming schools na kasama, nandun yung feu! hehe.. and may kasama silang band. anyway, happy clean air month to all you guys! what happened? here it goes: we arrived at the quezon memorial circle at two thirty pm hoping na di kami ma-late, sumakay kami ng taxi hehe.. i can still remember gian and greg onto their adventure feet, may hawak silang map ng manila! hehe.. parang extra challenge natatawa na nga si manong taxi driver hehe.. hey, mas napamura pa kami kasi tig-twenty six lang binayaran namin mula intramuros hanggang doon, medyo traffic nga eh pero basta ok, sa taxi, sa harap si gian at greggy, sa likod kami nila vyn, ako of course, si lloyd at si ian, haha.. one heck of a joy ride! ayun, we arrived nga sa circle and nandun narin yung mga schools. three oclock, we thought magsisimula na,kasi ang usapan, two tapos di parin nagsastart, di pa yata tapos yung registration and almost all letranites ay naboboring na, hello, likas na ba sa letranista ang pagkatamad kaya nagkalat kami sa different places basta may mauuupuan! hehe.. di naman, sanay kasi ang mga letranites na on-time. tama ba? hehe.. three thirty, ust rotc team has formed their formations on the field, nasa likod namin sila and there's a huge gap between quezon city polytechnic university at sto tomas kasi kami yung dapat na nasa gap, eh ang tagal mag simula, kaya there goes the letranites, yung iba, off to their houses na, syempre, kami na naka-"toka" sa banner, kailangan di kami umalis kasi mahahalata.. hehe.. four oclock to five oclock, ilang beses na kaming pina ayos sa field, di parin nagstart, kaya ang mga letranites, balik sa kanilang seats, bilib nga sa ust kasi talagang kanina pa sila nakatayo dun sa formation nila, hehe.. five oclock, nagstart na! ayan, masaya na kami, five thirty, nagpalipad ng mga butterflies sa circle, hehe.. pinagkatuwaan namin yung iba, pi-ni-cture-an, pinaglaruan, hehe.. kawawa nga yung iba, di na makalipad, hehe, yung iba, namatay. anyway, marami namang natira eh. six oclock, we went out of the circle, we went outside to form a human chain sa labas but di naman inabot, this time, marami nang letranites yung umalis, including my prof! grabe, ako nalang pala yung natira sa cws section namin, buti nalang nandun yung mga classmates ko, kaya sila kasama ko, anyway ulit, because di nga kasya sa labas ng circle, pinapasok ulit para sa loob nalang magform ng human chain, hehe.. yung ust rotc, holding hands papasok as in lahat, you should've seen their faces, nakakatuwa. hehe.. syempre, dahil pagod na kaming magkakatropa, uwi na kami, without letting the other profs see us, we crossed the streets rapidly, hehe.. tumakas daw ba? and then six thirty, nakasakay na ko ng van back to manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, walang pasok! hay, kaya nung sunday, one pm na ko natulog, katext ko sina jen about my problem,[edited], nakailang tanong ako kay jen nun bago ko nakatulog, i don't know kung nakapagreply ako nun, basta pag ka gising ko, tinignan ko fone ko, nakalagay thirty messages recieved. joke lang, lima lang pala.. ehhe... [edited due to awkward circumstances] gusto ko rin ngayon yung kung wala ka ng hale, hay, opm gets better and better not like dati, totoo naman diba?, na hook-na-hook tayo with foreign music.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends terribly, i mean yung mga high school friends ko, mahirap din pala pag wala sila, anyway siguro by this time may mga tropa-tropa narin yung mga yun s colleges nila, pero nakakamiss din yung bonding dati na every recess at lunch break magkakasama kami nagsasawaan sa mga mukha namin hehe, syempre, there's always kwentuhan and sigawan, tulad dati pag nagsisigawan, ako yung loudest! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kaya ko nandito ngayon, yeah, may p.e. class dapat ako ngayon kaya lang di pumasok si sir, nasa sea games daw, kaya attendance nalang kinuha! hehe.. yan ang gusto ko sa college! great! di na umaalis sa keyboard yung fingers ko!&lt;br /&gt;kawawa ka naman jo, hanggang saturday class mo tapos uwian ka pa, sana nag-dorm ka nalang, hay, ako? kaya pa!&lt;br /&gt;minsan, i really get lazy to come to school kasi yung schedule di maganda, pero what inspires me ay yung people around me, ewan, masipag sila pumasok kaya papasok narin ako, masaya rin naman kasi sa school although malas pag di pumasok si maam or si sir kasi definitely, wala na namang gagawin.&lt;br /&gt;ei rey, pasensya na pala di ako pumasok nung friday dapat sasali ko sa inyo mag basketball, wala kasi kong uniform nun eh, hehe.. good to hear nakuha mo na yung id mo, hey, to those of you who don't wear their i.d.'s baka kunin ni guard i.d. nyo, magkaviolation pa kayo, kaya ako, good boy, hehe.. laging suot ang i.d.!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i want to be a king, royalty?! wala lang, it's really cool especially if you rule a kingdom, kaya nga kingdom kasi may king, ehehe.. but syempre, di naman ako serious bout that.. the king must be good at communication skills, marunong mag-karate! joke.. and syempre, you have to have that prince-charming look.. hehe.. ako ba yun? joke lang a! epal!&lt;br /&gt;malapit na december, no! not the big brother night, but christmas season of course, gift giving, parties, vacation! one crazy gig sa favorite nyong bar, while you spend the night with your one and only.. hehe, saya nun, but i don't think it'll happen ngayon, hehe, basta, i sense something, pero, how i wish magkaroon ng christmas party o kaya konting gimmick yung tropa kasi matagal na ring hindi nagkakaganon.. sino bang bibigyan ko ng gift, hay ang hirap sagutin, swerte kung may money ko sa pasko, i'll treat you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-5274466017249296404?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5274466017249296404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/5274466017249296404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-saturday-we-went-to-qc-ang-daming.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-8794620754698421609</id><published>2005-11-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:04:53.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[with edits]wala kong uniform, i forgot to wash them last night because i'm damn so tired of my schedule, syempre college na and i belong to a block so i can't make my own schedule, and it's hard to be an irregular student. tapos yun nga nasa laundry basket pa yung mga uniform, they don't smell bad but ayoko namang pumasok sa school na di na-wash ang uniform ko! vain vain vain!&lt;br /&gt;uh.. saturday tomorrow and we're going to qc for the clean air festival as a part of our cws, i don't know why, we're going to clean the air!hehe.. i try to catch some pictures tomorrow para alam nyo kung anong nangyari hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-8794620754698421609?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8794620754698421609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/8794620754698421609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/11/with-editswala-kong-uniform-i-forgot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-368170861971490596</id><published>2005-11-11T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:02:34.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edited due to circumstances]hey meron nang bago!!! hehe... what's that? heee... yung layout lang po, instead of the usual white and black a few months ago, geez... nagevolve na siya yehey! maybe one day maglalagay na ko ng pics and maybe fix some errors kasi medyo magulo pa especially pag maraming archives sa isang month, it's really a mess! anyway...&lt;br /&gt;haha guys bukas na po yung sm molino, actually three days na kong pumupunta dun, and i see sorts of different kinds of people, yes, different, i mean it's a lot different when you're in a province, like ours, in cavite. but of course i'm in full wardrobe last night when i watched the last full show of harry potter chapter 4 which is really cool (wag nang kumontra!). hehe... i was with my family that night and we're walking and these weird people has their eyes on me! literally, yes. ano bang magagawa ko eh super porma ko like i'm going to a party, why not diba?. ganon talaga ko, i never get tired of trying different types of "porma" for a certain event, hehe, they say i'm vain, hindi naman siguro mas matagal lang talaga ko sa wardrobe unlike most kids my age hehe...oh yes, i saw the jaboom twins last night damn they're so white not like on tv, nagulat nga ko kasi magkasing height lang kami hehe, i'm not tall, tama lang. ah basta nakakatulala parang bright light yung dumaan and there's these weird people na naman following the two girls, sabi ko sayang di ko napicture-an but hey, as if. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-368170861971490596?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/368170861971490596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/368170861971490596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/11/edited-due-to-circumstanceshey-meron.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778632487186005411.post-3893247993916005885</id><published>2005-09-30T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:01:27.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another survey from lj, just love answering this stuff:&lt;br /&gt;1. ARE YOU OVER 18?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uh... no... im only sixteen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR&lt;br /&gt;CELLPHONE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; mtvmotolounge_40.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS&lt;br /&gt;MORNING WHEN YOU WOKE UP?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; exactly... where's my fone?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR&lt;br /&gt;BEDSIDE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; i have no idea... sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. EVER TRIED TO SKIP MEAL?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ARE YOU ON A DIET?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; nope... i'm on an exercise program hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. GRILLED OR FRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; both of them will do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE TO OTHERS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uh... i really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. FAVORITE HANGOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; in front of the computer.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; food,clothes and shelter malamang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FIRST THING YOU WILL BUY IF GIVEN 1&lt;br /&gt;THOUSAND DOLLARS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wow that would be really great. donate to the charitable institutions hehe... joke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. FAVORITE SONG RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the one i hear this morning on the radio, it's rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; oh that's a secret hehe... bat ko sasabihin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; i give but sometimes i take... sumosobra na eh... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; aj, j, a***, u know it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR DAD'S MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; m***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. MOST RECENT MOVIE THAT YOU&lt;br /&gt;WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Ouh... di ko na matandaan it's way back uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IF YOU WERE INVISIBLE FOR A DAY,&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; be in ma' beh's room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND &amp;amp; COULD&lt;br /&gt;HAVE ONLY ONE KIND OF FOOD FOR THE&lt;br /&gt;REST OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ice cream!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; jollibee cheesy fries.... i like the gurl she's very pretty hehe... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FIRST THING YOU'LL SAVE IN A FIRE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ma' beh's pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. YOUR EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; green...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;BRING?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ma' money and ma' fone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT DO YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU&lt;br /&gt;WERE A KID?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; an ACTOR!!! like the ones in ang tv dti... :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE&lt;br /&gt;CLOCK TURNS 7 AM?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; exercise i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEET?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; blue with spiderman print on it... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHO DO YOU WANT TO MEET?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uh... secret... hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778632487186005411-3893247993916005885?l=clarkfend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3893247993916005885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778632487186005411/posts/default/3893247993916005885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarkfend.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-survey-from-lj-just-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFbfzJwWQFM/S0Da2FR8wJI/AAAAAAAAACg/PXvzqnaSu8g/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
