<?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-19926475</id><updated>2012-02-09T19:09:29.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Best Left Unsaid..</title><subtitle type='html'>Just go with the flow.. pretend you don't feel it.. hide your feelings.. show it's okay.. you'll get back at it someday.. pain makes you stronger.. now, just shrug that pain off.. Just go with the Flow..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116695751578839330</id><published>2006-12-24T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:51:55.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas!! (No, not Christmas Break)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now just giving out my Christmas gifts over YM (kiss and hug emoticons!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Its just a few hours before Christmas!! Hmmm.. looks like its gonna be a hell Christmas break this time again (2nd year - kill Sanchez memories) since we have a crappy major plate due a week after coming back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decent thing that they could have done is at least give us a site.. damnit.. I found out that Santa Cruz is on the other side of Laguna de Bay.. anlayo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so much for relaxing this whole break.. maybe I will relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On school.. Its just nice that all of us, completed a hospital in about less than two weeks! I'm sure you all felt good about yourselves.. ang galing natin e.. hassle si sir noh? Nice one JJ, G, and Frank.. we did well.. we pulled thru all together!! Oh well.. as for the second major plate, ewan.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Paskuhan!! It was great this year.. sure, the fireworks was shorter.. but still grand nonetheless.. sakto lang dating namin from playing in the comp. shop.. hehe.. there's alot of pictures to prove that we've enjoyed at least.. hayz.. ang daming wala.. hello guys.. Paskuhan? tsk tsk.. Scrooge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Simbang Gabi! Well, this year's simbang gabi was the only time I nearly completed it.. I missed one due to me setting my alarm to 450 am instead of 350 am.. (blames the hospital plate) Just to give info on how much I went to Simbang Gabi, me completing 8 days this year was more (I think) than all my attendance in previous years put together.. It was better this time since I was going to simbang gabi with Emman, Olive, Margaux, Bene, Paulo, Karen, Douille, Lee-An, Mark.. Kudos to Karen and Olive for completing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas.. hmm.. this year's schedule is different.. usually my family and I would go to my tita's (Mother's side) to celebrate Christmas together.. its different this time around since my cousin Ate Cecille now has a baby! (which I haven't met yet) So the baby may get tired and all that.. See ya tomorrow then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Gifts, Wishes and Whatnots that I could get this Christmas.. I felt nerdy because of RMA and my upcoming thesis next year.. so I asked my parents for books. (oh my gosh!) I'm at least partly bookworm.. but I'm thinking long term, and now that I'm older and wiser.. now that I'm 20 years young.. hanep talaga books.. Arki books to be precise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are feeling itchy.. maybe I'll receive cash (like I usually do or that's probably because of the alcohol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Merry Christmas to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116695751578839330?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116695751578839330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116695751578839330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116695751578839330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116695751578839330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-no-not-christmas-break-im.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116636532086571119</id><published>2006-12-17T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:22:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just dawned upon me.. that my blog is one year old!! weeeee!! I had nothing better to do.. just looking at my blog.. then I noticed the archives.. it showed December 2005 as the earliest date.. I clicked on it again, showed all my earlier entries.. turns out December 17 last year was the date of my first entry.. I think my sort-of writing style has changed since then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's life? Nothing could be an important factor in my life now than the major plate that we're still doing.. but at least, people are abit more happier since it was at least extended a bit.. its due Tuesday so there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'll just break down and cry if we really need to already do the 2nd major plate during the Christmas break.. (parang 2nd year lang a).. It would be ironic if UST, of all universities would be the ones ripping us off of the holiday cheer.. with the Catholic attachments and all that, it really would. After crying, I'll just drop dead and die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of completing this year's simbang gabi.. I figured it'd be good for me.. I think I'm pretty desperate on the lore surrounding it that there's a christmas wish if you complete all 9 days.. hehe we guys were joking that we have a bet on paying to the peeps if we didnt complete the simbang gabi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the wish? C`mon.. you know me.. it's been pending.. christmas wish, birthday wish.. kahit ano pa yan.. its quite obvious really.. so I'll sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the song "Nasan ka na?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nasan ka na, nasan ka na?" *End.. di ko na alam yung lyrics e*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116636532086571119?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116636532086571119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116636532086571119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116636532086571119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116636532086571119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-anniversary-it-just-dawned-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116584446717344213</id><published>2006-12-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:41:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas na nga ba?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is post is gonna be more of a rant, an impulse, a small note, a bratty remark, a bitch-slap but nonetheless is what I'm really feeling right now.. First of, this post was supposed to be done yesterday, but my PC acted weird and kept restarting.. But now that the rain has subsided it works just fine.. (see ang weird di ba) So I ended up punching the pc in the face (monitor) and yun.. nagrestart ulit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Christmas is just a couple of weeks away, and probably this week will determine whether I'll be at least be able to enjoy this break.. sure, its hell week and all that.. but it is compounded by a prof that in many ways, a very effective and a very good one, but also in many ways that he is a kupal, tae, mayabang, mahangin, malabo, pampahassle ang pamamaraan sa pagturo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our project was supposedly to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;develop a hospital&lt;/span&gt;.. but no, the sneaky boy found turned it into a design-your-own hospital.. which is many ways different.. wayyyyy bigger and wayyyyyyy harder just to name a few.. and to top things of.. we started like a week ago! Kudos to tropical typhoon Reming for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want the remedy for this situation is to pass this plate next year.. hell no way! So I pray to God that He may have my back, just as I know He always does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think this was just the first major plate.. just a short term speed bump on the road to a nightmare semester.. upcoming major plates, RMA preparing us for our thesis and lastly, Departmental tests after our final exams.. which would act like an entrance exam into 5th year.. Hope I get thru those too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116584446717344213?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116584446717344213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116584446717344213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116584446717344213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116584446717344213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-na-nga-ba-this-is-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116434500955624251</id><published>2006-11-24T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:40:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Has Begun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very relaxing, cruising Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.. Thursday just took the wind out of my sails.. The day was so draining, even just after our first class! Well, our first class aint so normal compared to other courses.. I mean, c`mon who could stomach a 7am - 1pm class? And that's suppose to be the shorter one. The other one, tomorrow, raises up the bar to 2pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Design 8 (7am - 1 pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was the first time yesterday that that happened. All the other meetings was either he was absent or he dismissed the class early. And to think summer is such a far cry away! Our prof is just great, the fact that he just draws away on the board cool and grear perspectives and just erases it like it was nothing, how he would keep on talking while doing a near-impossible plate.. and how he would call us for a quick question on things we already should know when we're rushing on a plate with less than 15 minutes remaining, how its just freakin' annoying all the useless, off-topic researches he wants us to accomplish, and lastly, how he grades us.. He asks us to put stick our work on the boards, and that maybe the highlight of the day.. hahaha.. I guess sir liked my concept, `coz I sure didn't like how I colored it and how I drew its perspective.. but then again, I'm not exactly the best renderer around, so there. A comment from Lanie when I was about to pass it last Saturday was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ang sakit sa mata!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planning 2 (230pm - 4pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject is interesting enough, since Urban Planning is one of the fields I'd like to get into after graduation.. but the prof is just.. bleh.. boring.. as we would all say, "pang highschool" is her methodology.. like find news articles, "roleplaying" but then again, I had an epiphany that planning is just an all-talk subject (remebers Planning 1) with a little bit of outside exposure.. But still I feel that some of the things that they'll teach is something that we know already or at least we know a little on or at the very least, something we'll learn thru research. But then again, maybe I''ve just played too much SimCity 4 last summer.. (Does that count as experience?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Professional Practice 2 (4pm - 530pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time though I didnt sleep.. I think the subject's interesting enough.. But dictating the whole UAP (United Architects of the Philippines) documents word per word on powerpoint doesn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reseach Methods in Architecture (530pm - 730pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This our sort-of prethesis subject, preparing us for our thesis next year, and hopefully all the topics that we proposed this year would turn out to be our thesis next year. I'm starting to doubt my proposal as well, since my original idea was a reclaimed island like what they are currently doing in Dubai (The Palm Islands) only of course with a Filipino touch (mine was supposed to be shaped like a turtle) but sir said that it isnt currently isn't working well for Dubai since the property isn't selling itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he suggested another "Pawikan Island" project, making use of what I later researched yesterday night as the Turtle Islands of the Phillipines.. sir kept on saying earlier that it is somewhere in the south, I thought it was Visayas-or-Mindanao-South, but no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sulu-South!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just Sulu-South but Sulu-Near-The-Philippine-Borders-South! Sulu-Sabah, Malaysia South!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell how the hell am I gonna get there?! That's freakin' far.. Kausapin ko nalang siguro si sir.. with that, I'll just Wowowee for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just begun.. A journey that'll this time next year, we'll still be treading upon.. matira matibay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116434500955624251?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116434500955624251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116434500955624251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116434500955624251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116434500955624251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-begun.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116408225792348994</id><published>2006-11-21T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:10:57.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Lemme think out loud.. Life's abit boring and lonely and just a straight, dull line right now. I have tons of free time right now and I can't sort of start working because of some issues that I obviously do not have a hand in.. So now its just sound tripping, bumming around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'll think about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.. yes, you.. You know, from God or something?.. I've probably may have already met you, we're probably good friends by now, and you're probably somewhere in my circle of friends.. If so, I may probably have a secret crush or have already fallen deeply in love with you.. (geez, I hope not!) We may probably know abit from each other.. or heck, we know waaayy too much about each other. You may not notice that since I'm like that too to other ladies.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, no I'm no menyak or a presko guy.. you know that!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha, we can prolly spend alot of time just texting, talking, chatting, just making a good laugh out of everything.. Well, if I get too akward, just here me out, I'll probably blurt out alot of compliments that a really meant but not thought of well, or make promises that even if I know its too hard to pull off, I'll probably still say it. I think I'm more idealist than realist. In the end, we probably be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I may not even have met you.. If so, where the hell are you? I've probably thought about you before I sleep in bed or before I doze of in such a boring class.. What do you look like? Heck, I'm thinking of so many ways and things that I'd meet you or something like that.. all too mushy I can't even type it.. hahah.. In the end, I can guarantee I can make you laugh! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll ask God: Are you out there? Or right here? So I'll end with this.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the world you may be only one person.. But to me, you could just be my world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Mush ended..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116408225792348994?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116408225792348994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116408225792348994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116408225792348994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116408225792348994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/11/untitled-well.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116343189752995449</id><published>2006-11-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:31:37.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Day After..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend.. was just so amazing! Its just one whole blog moment.. From Friday night to Sunday night.. it was just so great.. I can't even put in the right words to start this post.. It was a mix of moments that I'll never ever dare to forget.. happy moments, kulitan moments, pasaway moments, crying moments, hassle moments, tiring moments, picture moments, akward moments, sleepy moments, worship moments, hugging moments, solemn moments, prayer moments, bonding moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like an extension of an already extending-almost-no-prof attendance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day polishing up my talk, which at that point I was doubting to be able to do in the first place since I have Saturday classes, which is when the camp will be held. So anyway, after thinking and discerning about my talk, which is also my first time, I took a nap since I was really sleepy.. Around 2 in the afternoon I want to my partner She's, who "took the day off", just to finish the IDs.. went there as well to lend a hand.. had a few good laughs, like looking at Olive's and partner's yearbook (hahahaha) went to church around 6pm, just to have a chat with God.. we got back late, then continued to finish the IDs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 AM past I got home.. Didn't sleep right away since I was waiting up for Emman and Olive to come with their stuff, since we agreed to bring Olive to the advance party who was supposed to leave at around 430.. We just hung around the living room.. Nakatulog ako mga 4am and Emman hurriedly woke me up a few minutes later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went, no-hilamos, no-toothbrush, got the keys of the car from mom and went to SMB where the meeting place is supposed to be.. dropped my Luningning (Olive) sa SMB, where the advance party was having a few punctuality issues.. So after that we bid the advance party goodbye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home hurriedly around 530 since I was gonna freshen up and get my stuff and my sister as well.. Went back to SMB, with Emman and my sis, saw the participants, loaded them up in the bus, we ran alittle late since we were of course waiting for the participants.. we even stopped by Petron C5 to wait for one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went.. Later we had to navigate thru a narrow road with a bus.. We finally ----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a very long post if I typed the whole weekend.. baka di ako matapos.. 2 hours na ako nagttype.. well I was jumping from sounds-typing-YM.. so I'll just stick to feelings.. It was just so fulfilling.. how one of what I think was my weaknesses when I was a wee bit younger didn't bother me at all.. public speaking used to be a great horror for me way back.. I just thank God for showing to me that, hey, I'm a changed man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that can never be replaced --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I felt that one way or another, my "kuya" aura seems to just keep oozing all over the people that I love..&lt;br /&gt;How I felt even I have grown in some way, I still have alot more growing up to do..&lt;br /&gt;How I felt that feeling of wanting to lead something like this, and the doubts that I have about it..&lt;br /&gt;How a long journey, as much as my dogs hurt bad, seems nothing since I'm with the people that still I love..&lt;br /&gt;How I'm eternally gratetful to friends from "work" that gave me the heads up..&lt;br /&gt;How I felt that everything's gonna be fine after that..&lt;br /&gt;How I'm gonna kick myself if one of these people will have a "one-time, big-time" apperance..&lt;br /&gt;How God's touch cannot be comprehended by the human senses, just registering to the brain as a numbing sensation..&lt;br /&gt;How after three cycles of praise songs there's still alot going in my head..&lt;br /&gt;How I thought about the times I messed up, I really messed up..&lt;br /&gt;How I felt tired and energized at the time..&lt;br /&gt;How I realized that there are people who'll be walking this path with me..&lt;br /&gt;How much fulfilling is it to have people trust me.. enough just to make me a crying shoulder.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promise natouch ako.. thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I'd just die for all these people that I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for making me feel all of those..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116343189752995449?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116343189752995449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116343189752995449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116343189752995449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116343189752995449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-after.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116203592150598423</id><published>2006-10-28T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:13:34.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically it's all because I missed something I wanted to have so bad.. I was looking forward to going to the METRCON this weekend at Laguna, just a weekend where I would supposedly enjoy it with the guys and gals of our cluster. I was initially not supposed to go, since it was my freakin' enrollment.. I just wished it didn't fall on this day.. But when Margaux that I could come since two in our cluster was not able to come, I had a small sliver of hope.. I was supposedly to meet the people at SMB at around 130pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned it out, be at UST at around my scheduled enrollment time, (12-2pm), be done as fast as I could, be back at home, get my stuff, go to SMB.. I also had to enroll with 37,500 pesos, in cold cash, since mom ran out of checks.. I decided to bring our car `coz I thought it would be much faster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana walang pila sa enrollment!&lt;/span&gt;" Tsk.. kulang pa pala yung dinasal ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left our home, around 1030 am, sort of in an impulse, since Mom asked me to bring out the car since she was gonna use the van.. she also had no choice since even if I keep a low profile, having 37,500 pesos in hand just screams to be mugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On I went, and damn! Traffic! In my one year of having a non-pro license, I've never it encountered this bad. From right here in Doña Soledad, which I wasn't surprised since it was around noon after all.. traffic! then zoom into the highway, I was caught with my pants down! hell the line to the tollgate stretched up to a few meters after C-5, around a kilometer in all.. And I thought, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanggang tollway lang yan&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I was wrong.. You wouldn't see it until you were paying the toll fee.. It was like tollgate-a few meters-traffic jam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no escaping it! It dragged on.. so scary to drive too, since there's no truck ban on weekends, its like a fleet of those big-ass trucks was let loose on the roads.. so there traffic from Nichols, thinned abit in Magallanes, until I was around the UST area, where as always, trucks and u-turns, and no-left turns are there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached UST at around past 12.. Thank God madali lang nakahanap ng parking.. was at the seminary where the enrollment was held at around 12:30.. Godsent, wala nang pila sa enrollment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to the carpark at around past 1.. pretty long walk haha.. started texted `coz I knew I wouldn't make it at 1:30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again traffic! near C-5 again.. at least may kausap, di napanis laway ko.. until the Sun Valley Area.. a vehicle met an accident, literally, it's wheel came of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, when you look at it, it's just bad luck right there.. Pwede nga naman mag - Skyway.. I'm sure yun rin sinabi ng mga kasabay ko na natraffic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it was made clear na hindi na ako makakasama sa Metrcon.. tsk.. Badvibes lang talaga noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend that was initially going to be a boring one, supposedly to turn in a fun-filled, looking-forward-to weekend, turned back to be an even dull one.. Had my hopes up for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116203592150598423?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116203592150598423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116203592150598423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116203592150598423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116203592150598423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/10/malas_28.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116190689609537570</id><published>2006-10-27T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T07:54:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And The Results Are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! Hahaha.. Let me just show of a little my grades hahaha.. Glad to know my hardwork really paid off.. and my cheating ways as well.. especially on PP (Professional Practice), Knowing the exact coverage of a test eased the studying.. Who the hell wouldn't want that? Given that the test that we had to take.. goes something like *Section 1701: *big blank* Section 1801 *big blank* Section 1901 *big blank* next page.. haha.. Our prof doesn't even give a multiple choice type of test. big whoop.. Hell, I did it as well in Logic at our Finals, since I didn't really freakin' care about what our prof and his so-called book stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AS 1&lt;/span&gt;    DESIGN OF SIMPLE ELEMENTS TENSION    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BT 5&lt;/span&gt;    ADVANCED BUILDING CONSTRUCTION METHODS    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CADD AR&lt;/span&gt;    COMPUTER AIDED DRAFTING AND DESIGN FOR ARCHITECTURE    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D 7&lt;/span&gt;    DESIGN VII    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHL 2&lt;/span&gt;    LOGIC    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLN 1&lt;/span&gt;    SITE PLANNING &amp; LANSCAPE ARCHITECTURE    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PP 1&lt;/span&gt;    BUILDING LAWS    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Kaso tamad ng UST di marunong magaverage ng grades.. tsaka hiwalay pa sa clearance. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added the description of every subject para ma-nosebleed kayo.. CADD was pretty much a no-brainer for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we also have our schedule for this sem already.. and yet again I'm not yet satisfied with our sched.. Lagi naman eh.. I just don't want Saturday classes! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really really don't&lt;/span&gt;* It just keeps me away from the people that I love haha.. from the tropa and my beloved cluster in YFC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our schedule even involves a Wednesday 7am - 1pm with a repeat at Saturday 7am - 2pm! And its the Majorest of all our major subjects Design.. Imagine during Wednesdays and Saturdays, no breakfast, no lunch.. Wednesdays our break goes up until 230.. and then classes straight to 730 pm *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTH no dinner either?!&lt;/span&gt;* The reason the schedule wasn't so cramped last sem is because our Design class is divided into three days.. Next thing we'll know one whole day nalang ang Design, then we'll all gladly die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other-stuff-that-really-matters-to-me, it just plain sucks that I won't be able to go the Metrocon again this year.. and now it's because of a really hassle "event" - our enrollment! I was really looking forward to go and then to watch our Gag go to ILC (let's keep our fingers crossed).. Well, I could just as easily ask a blockmate a enroll for me, but nah, it'd be a hassle to them as well, and I don't like people doing stuff that I should be doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, I am pretty bored here at home.. go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116190689609537570?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116190689609537570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116190689609537570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116190689609537570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116190689609537570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-results-are-yeah-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116083876789518487</id><published>2006-10-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:12:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.. At long last, it's finally over.. this sem has been a tough one, with first time profs, bigger projects, new classmates, cramped classrooms, dysfunctional curriculum, no-social life schedule, echoing reminders of how close we are to our mother of all THESIS in fifth year, that no matter what we think and how happy we aer now, it'll change come this 2nd sem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stand here, accomplished and fulfilled, such a very freakin' huge load taking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. lookie here.. I'm 20 yrs old.. *woot* it's not one of those fun-filled birthdays that I usually have.. not that people forgot to greet me, it's just that were all busy! Work just sucks the fun out of everything.. Everyone was just so tired that no one's bothering to come to our outing.. Hope the mood changes after a good night's sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Erased a huge chunk of text since I know people won't change because of things that I wrote*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sa mga tumulong sa akin sa pagkulay *steffipie, les and amiel, and of course my dear utol tep* Its nice to have a pair of arms when I really needed it the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fuckin' down for some reason..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116083876789518487?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116083876789518487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116083876789518487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116083876789518487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116083876789518487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-116022182722722322</id><published>2006-10-07T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:06:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amusing Tidbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Adam Sandler depicted an architect for his role in his movie "Click"?   Here it is.. Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Architects are sexiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What’s wrong with being sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architects have been voted the sexiest male professionals in a survey of   women’s ideal partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survey, conducted by the introduction agency Drawing Down the Moon,   found that women favoured architects “due to the esteem associated with the   profession”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architects are seen as being “balanced and rounded individuals who combine a   creative approach with a caring, thoughtful disposition”, the survey found.   It concluded: “Their ability to cope with pressure of work in a relaxed   manner was also deemed to be a significant plus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male architects beat stockbrokers, doctors, film directors and teachers on   the top spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However female members of the profession fared less well and did not feature   in the top 10 out of male preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIBA president David Rock commented that architects were probably unaware of   their animal magnetism: “Architects were probably the only group on the list   whose self-image is lower than their public image”, he said, but added:   “Mind you, you have to question the veracity of any list that includes drama   teachers”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIBA Architecture Gallery director Alicia Pivaro, who is married to   architect Paul Monaghan, said she thaugt male architects were highly   attractive: “Being married to the architecture’s Mr Sexy, I would have to   agree.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was surprised at the failiure of women architects to appear on the   list. “All the ones I know are very sexy”, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men instead voted PR executives the sexiest profession for females, followed   by actresses and journalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.4architects.net/intrigues.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-116022182722722322?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/116022182722722322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=116022182722722322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116022182722722322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/116022182722722322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/10/amusing-tidbit-why-adam-sandler.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115983650343032939</id><published>2006-10-03T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:49:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Underdog Story And A Cinderalla Finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget bagyong Milenyo.. hell I'm not gonna post about that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure any basketball afficionado *naks* would know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt; won!!!!! yahooooo!!!! And I''m not about to make this post into a sports-column-number-crunching etc etc.. I just love do-or-die matches especially in the NBA and even more in yesterday's match since my school is a part of it. It felt really good since no one expected that UST would go this far, being 2-5 as the lowest that they ever went. The thrill was so much to bear.. I watched at home and I was sweating so much, not to mention that the camera was position behind the seats where the Thomasians were made my home viewing much more realistic. The game was really good... astig sobra.. the fact that it was settled in overtime listed as one of my best TV moments right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows na pinamigay nila ang Game 1! wahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can smother my Ateneo-rooting friends! Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115983650343032939?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115983650343032939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115983650343032939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115983650343032939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115983650343032939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/10/underdog-story-and-cinderalla-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115850367108166067</id><published>2006-09-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:37:44.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coz This Is A BlogMoment I Need To Let Out Or I'll Never Be Able To Sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabeh. Eto yung tipong mga tao na gusto kong nakikita.. Pampatanggal ng isip sa school and all the hassle involving it.. Mga taong di ka magdadalawang isip makasama.. Mga taong nakasama mo na sa iba't ibang bagay.. Its such a fine deal serving with these guys.. even more to see these guys represent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESBITU&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;galing ni God!&lt;/span&gt; Grabeh ang babata pa nila (namin) heheh.. andami awards.. this day will be looked back in years too come.. hayz.. bilang na oras ko sa community na toh.. grabeh.. I'm so proud of you guys!! Hirap gawing words itong kanina ko pang nararamdaman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami natin.. tapos nakared shirt tayo lahat woohoo!! sumasabog tayo.. todo supporta tayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precon.. Love Unlimited.. Band. Dance. Singout. Gag. galing.. la nako masabi. hakot awards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. Happy Birthday Partner!! Luv ya!!! galing niyo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115850367108166067?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115850367108166067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115850367108166067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115850367108166067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115850367108166067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/09/coz-this-is-blogmoment-i-need-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115832445007630519</id><published>2006-09-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:47:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Last Hurdle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our second boring major plate is done.. and Thank God our last plate is abit more interesting.. And obviously looking at the post below this one, dated way back in August, yes, it has been a few busy weeks.. lemme bring you up to speed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After a few months of 4th year life, I've getting more calls from my subconsciousness inviting me to quit architecture.. year after year, school always saps the life out of me, especially my social life (mall? ano yun?!) and obviously my calculating nature would say, "hell NO!" and one of the reasons is because I have this conversation with numerous people now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: uy, ano na nga ba year mo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 4th year..&lt;br /&gt;Person: uy! graduating na ah!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: er, no.. 5 years arki e..&lt;br /&gt;Person: lapit na rin a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on.. I'm sure no person would quit with only 2 years of college left.. I'm pretty excited on doing my thesis for 5th year, even though I have no idea and still not thinking of what I plan to do.. Its just the weary road.. crappy sched, long commute, tons of work load, no inspiration, but hey, ain't nothing to it but to do it. and also excited for life after college as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After weeks, months of dealing with what I call and just shrug off as a "minor" cough, I finally went to the EENT a few weeks ago and have been going weekly.. Not to worry sports fans, TB results are a negative! Well, mom thought it was TB.. doc says that it could be an allergy.. which I would know since I thought I was impervious to most allergies (Mom had tons of allergies when I was in her womb) Also, doc is EENT nga so she also checked my ears and weirds enough I have alot of wax on my right ear, and it involved me putting some oil on it every night before the checkup this afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put a sucking-probing-thingy on my right ear, a few clamps here and there and walla! I chunk of eraser-ng-mongol-like of ear wax came right out.. Not used to it though.. everything seems a bit louder.. more echo-er.. there's no pain so I think nothing's wrong naman.. I can hear a louder tapping of the keyboard and a rawring of the fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Weeee! Sector Conference this Monday!! Just bought my "striking red" shirt kanina and I can't wait to see the whole gang perform and just see them once again!! go guys.. and also partner's bday sa monday!! happy birthday to you partner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This recurring phenomenon, and still ongoing weird thing happening, and for the whole of my college life, I've been receiving emails from the registrar of dlsu.edu.ph.. well, they added me in the yahoogroups anyway, so what the hey? I receive emails concerning emails like enrollments, graduation applications, commencement excercises and many more.. not that I read them anyway, I just added this since an email came while I was typing these stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And lastly, sembreak is coming! Which also means my birthday is coming!! Or is it the other way around?! weee happy 2 decades wahahah!! And as my fellow blog-eers posted their "happy 20-year old" post in their own blogs, I have to come up with something creative as well (nyak) hahaha.. I'm gonna need to do come up with something to do.. since sembreak starts Oct. 14 (?) - Nov. 6 (?) well, not those exact dates..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115832445007630519?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115832445007630519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115832445007630519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115832445007630519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115832445007630519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-last-hurdle-well-our-second-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115629436335009690</id><published>2006-08-23T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:52:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I arrived home really late for a normal 9pm dismissed school night since our carpool's owner's brother was on a pasaway mode .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*remembers aissa cussing*&lt;/span&gt; Not just late, but mom-already-texting-late! It was a rather typical "work"day, drafting in Design class, working out calculations at AS (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa sobrang nosebleed nangopya nalang ako&lt;/span&gt;) and copying notes at the tone-down class of Planning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that when I had recently cut my nails, I forgot to cut the nails from my left ring finger.. banggag hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when people went back to sleep after opening the door for me, just sat down drinking milo and eating some biscuits (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naks pang commercial&lt;/span&gt;) while texting my partner (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awww, get well soon partner&lt;/span&gt;) just catching up on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realized the silence around me, no TV, no trikes passing by (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even at 11pm, there's still many trikes, since our home is located on a main road&lt;/span&gt;) all the lights turned off. Silent enough that I here the clock ticking *tick tock* and the humming of the refrigerator. Now, usually it would freak people out.. Mom always told that whenever there is silence, God is always there.. hence the Filipino saying, May dumaan na anghel.. well, good thing I had my partner to talk to, or else I would have noticed the silent darkness around me. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as if naman matatakot ako noh&lt;/span&gt;) I planned to work on my BT plate but what the hell, dali lang nun e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gud morning!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115629436335009690?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115629436335009690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115629436335009690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115629436335009690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115629436335009690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/08/silence-last-night-i-arrived-home.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115528304498493112</id><published>2006-08-11T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:57:24.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nosebleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, prelims week (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;midterms&lt;/span&gt;) is nearly over, been studying the whole day for Saturday's haggard test of PP (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Professional Practice&lt;/span&gt;), as the term almost immediately implies a major nosebleed on common folk, (naks) me studying itfor the whole morning wrecked my nerves.. The handouts are f***ing long, as they are composed of different legalities, Republic Acts and the such.. in short, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ITS THE LAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix it with my laidback attitude towards studying and such, and my hate for authority, legalities and formalities (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remembers C.A.T days hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;), I found (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, found, inaral ko na kasi&lt;/span&gt;) the subject to be extremely boring.. pero syempre, you know me.. if it means me failing if I don't give a damn about it, then malamang aaralin ko.. hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what I did was more of a semi-study, since I just highlighted/skimmed thru the pages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to continue on with the ranting, the next test after PP isn't as exciting as all.. Exciting meaning I don't like to take it seriously.. Logic.. aside from the crappy and grammatically incorrect book, the crappy and grammatically incorrect prof is another reason why most, if not all of us hate this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add more, the AS 1 test was a hassle.. who the hell could answer: "what is the section modulus of a rectangular section" hehehe.. Planning was relatively easy though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, just a few more to rant about.. I was hoping to have a long weekend, having no classes at both Monday and Tuesday.. but our prof in CADD rescheduled our test on Monday *great*, then again, CADD lang yan e.. the weekend also became shorter because of our prelims plate in Design (wah?!) Aquatic Museum.. and to cut the weekend even shorter, still have to finish our research..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Metro Manila assembly was cancelled.. awwwww I miss those guys already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masarap talaga magreklamo once in awhile noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115528304498493112?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115528304498493112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115528304498493112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115528304498493112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115528304498493112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/08/nosebleed-well-prelims-week-midterms.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115493596953665820</id><published>2006-08-07T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:34:20.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer: Ripoff from an email, Emvin and Emman's blog.. popost ko sana dati nakalimutan ko lang e.. hahaha.. i find it.. amusing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Guys' Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down Finally, the guys' side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;(I must admit, it's pretty good.)&lt;br /&gt;We always hear "the rules"&lt;br /&gt;From the female side.&lt;br /&gt;Now here are the rules from the male side.&lt;br /&gt;These are our rules!&lt;br /&gt;Please note.. these are all numbered "1"&lt;br /&gt;ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men ARE not mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.&lt;br /&gt;We need it up, you need it down.&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon&lt;br /&gt;or the changing of the tides.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport.&lt;br /&gt;And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;Subtle hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Obvious hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help solving it. That's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something&lt;br /&gt;Or tell us how you want it done.&lt;br /&gt;Not both.&lt;br /&gt;If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.&lt;br /&gt;Peach, for example, is a fruit, not! A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will Be scratched.&lt;br /&gt;We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear Is fine...Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,&lt;br /&gt;or golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape! &lt;--- basically doesn't apply to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115493596953665820?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115493596953665820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115493596953665820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115493596953665820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115493596953665820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/08/disclaimer-ripoff-from-email-emvin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115444321474773328</id><published>2006-08-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:40:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a Friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it sad, that no matter how close you are to any friend of yours, that everytime he or she suffers, that you could only do so much as a friend? yes, you are able to comfort him or her and all that.. but in the end, you can't really change anything.. and to know the whole story and the bigger picture, but still you're in no position to bite the bullet for that friend.. not that you don't want to.. you simply can't! It's such a heartbreaker that a dear friend suffers at this moment, and while you can comfort her, you just know it isn't enough.. and it irks.. kasi naawa ka at mahal mo yung kaibigan na yun ng todo.. Alam mong nahihirapan siya at this very moment, you pray to God and question Him.. bakit? You know that there's an even bigger picture than this.. that only He can see and understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you realize, no wonder you worry and can't help but sigh.. if only you can see what He sees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, you can only do so much.. as a friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115444321474773328?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115444321474773328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115444321474773328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115444321474773328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115444321474773328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115408842196530931</id><published>2006-07-28T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:07:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not a 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayz.. my cough's acting up again (para akong matanda ah).. Blame it on the crazy weather, suffocating pollution when commuting and couple it up with school stress and the tons of things going on in mind.. it's no surprise na something could develop.. Dad says its TB.. hahah hell no?! wth?! I can't believe that.. Partner Sheila says it could be mild asthma, since she has the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayz.. I just wished all these coughs could go away.. its so annoying.. hanggng ubo lang.. I'm not even bedridden yet.. ubo lang talaga.. hassle noh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115408842196530931?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115408842196530931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115408842196530931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115408842196530931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115408842196530931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-100-hayz.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115364341381186155</id><published>2006-07-23T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:31:32.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Breather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, haven't blog for awhile now.. more than 1 month.. you know how arkilife can be a hassle.. well, you don't.. but i'm sure you've heard enough stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme start with Last Sunday.. our cluster SB2, went to the Sector assembly of SouthB over at Rogationist at Sucat.. it was such a blast dahil sakto yung talk.. Worries.. haha.. obviously yung inaalala ko is the major plate.. but seeing the guys and gals in the cluster is always such a boost to me.. mahal ko sila e.. the more thought na may meeting.. excited na agad ako.. *toinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nwei, it's just a relief that our first major plate.. a so-called Minimalist Hotel Beach Resort in Bohol *nosebleed* is finally over, submitted, and done with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah then I realize the break won't be too long.. doi.. asa pa.. that plate was just a hurdle to the up coming challenges that I'll face along with my classmates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayz.. eto lang muna guys.. la masyado bloggable moment..  gusto ko update yung multiply ko kaso nakakatamad.. dami nang events e..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115364341381186155?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115364341381186155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115364341381186155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115364341381186155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115364341381186155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/07/breather-haha-havent-blog-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-115019751987051973</id><published>2006-06-13T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:29:22.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here at this point of the year again, the yearly-summer's-over-celebration is here! Looking back at my summer?! hahahaha.. It was a blast.. beyong blast! super blast! hahah.. super fun.. super fulfilling.. super enriching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it was not spent learning new programs for getting better for our course, though I wish nagawa ko rin yun.. pero I wouldn't trade this summer talaga! just look down my previous posts.. I went places.. did new things! Met knew great people.. grown stronger, wiser.. inlove? pede..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check also my multiply --&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;http:// flowflow.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- check out the pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadami sa pics yan.. Enjoyed is not the word I truely felt.. could not be described talaga.. From Camp preparations, shooting ng camp videos (uupload ko yan hahaha) , gawaan ng ID, paghouse-to-house to recruit new members, FLT training sa Bulacan, the Youth Camp itself sa St. Michael's at Antipolo, Kid's Camp sa Rogetionist.. Summer Outing sa Tanay, Rizal, Movie days with JJ and Gino and Lev sa SMB (sorry na low budget talaga), tambay sa bahay nila Amiel, pagpunta sa UPLB with my family earlier this summer, tapos GK empowerment last Sunday and GK build itself kahapon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya makatulong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadami.. And I'd like to thank God.. for the numerous experiences... lives that touched me.. moments that I was down.. special people that have touched me.. and that one person who touched me the most.. thank you.. I loved the moments spent with ya so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I look forward to this new schoolyear, its nice to be able to see the people who I have grow to be more than just my classmates.. looking forward to the infamous Sagada trip!! hopefully makayanan ko maging DL.. I really want to.. aside from that.. just look at my sched at the previous post.. hassle.. di bale.. si God na bahala!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that.. It's over!! yaw ko na ng mahahabang posts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-115019751987051973?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/115019751987051973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=115019751987051973' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115019751987051973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/115019751987051973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-over-http-flowflow.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114947773836277742</id><published>2006-06-05T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:19:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YFC Summer Outing '06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sacramento Valley, Tanay Rizal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Brace yourself, coz this is gonna be a long one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got home yesterday night, I received news about my sched this first sem.. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Charms&lt;/span&gt;) And when I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 434px; height: 246px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;col style="width: 67pt;" width="89"&gt;  &lt;col span="2" style="width: 56pt;" width="74"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 68pt;" width="91"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 57pt;" width="76"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 13.5pt;" height="18"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl27" style="height: 13.5pt; width: 67pt;" height="18" width="89"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl28" style="width: 56pt;" width="74"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl28" style="width: 56pt;" width="74"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl28" style="width: 68pt;" width="91"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl29" style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl30" style="border-left: medium none; width: 57pt;" width="76"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl31" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:00-8:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cad-a504&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl42"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl42"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl51"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl52" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl32" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8:00-9:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cad-a504&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl43"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl43"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cad-a504&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl50" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl34" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:00-10:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cad-a504&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cad-a504&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl48" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl32" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10:00-11:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cad-a504&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl43"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl43"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cad-a504&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl50" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl34" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11:00-12:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl47"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl48" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl32" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12:00-1:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl43"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bt5-a705&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl49"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl50" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl34" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1:00-2:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bt5-a705&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a806&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl35" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl32" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2:00-3:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl43"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bt5-a705&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a806&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl33" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl34" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3:00-4:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bt5-a705&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a806&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl35" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl32" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4:00-5:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl43"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bt5-a705&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a806&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl33" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d7-a707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl34" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5:00-6:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl46"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl47"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl48" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6:00-7:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl43"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as1-a408&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;phl2-a408&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as1-a412&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl33" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;phl2-a606&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl37" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:30-8:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl44"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pln1-a408&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pp1-a408&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pln1-a412&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl35" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pp1-a606&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 13.5pt;" height="18"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl38" style="height: 13.5pt;" height="18"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8:00-9:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl45"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pln1-a408&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pp1-a408&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="xl40"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pln1-a412&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl41" style="border-left: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pp1-a606&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pang gabi majority! hahahaha.. No limelight life again?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried, it's this type of sched that literrally stresses me and kills me.. I literraly just turn into a mindless drone.. nothing but work/sleep/eat in my mind.. i'm a late-morning to early evening person.. I always like to spend 8pm - onwards at home or at least any other relaxing activity.. unlike now, I'd may be commuting home, because of a potential conflict with Ais' sched in UAPSA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sched itself was reminiscent to 3rd year 1st sem.. hahaha..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/1600/P1080484.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/320/P1080484.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;picture picture sa SMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now, the good news!!! I had a great weekend!!&lt;/span&gt; It's just weird that for almost every weekend in May, I was out of this lovely home.. let's see.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLT for our Camp&lt;/span&gt;, then the victorious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YFC SB2 camp&lt;/span&gt;, then the cutee &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids Camp with B2 and B9&lt;/span&gt;, then just this weekend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, our YFC outing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start Friday night.. Dunno how, but I ended up chatting till 1 or 2 AM, Saturday morning! Iba talaga pag TUBE (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ultimate Bonding Ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ence&lt;/span&gt;) sa YM confe.. halos for every night this week, puro conference kami.. hehe buti nalang masipag sa YM mga new members namin.. masarap sila maka-TUBE kasi kahit NFF lang kami (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Found Friends&lt;/span&gt;) nakakapagshare sila ng mga deep experiences.. kaya umabot kami ng 2 am e! uber TUBE moment with Olive, Che-Che and Janine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Saturday morning.. I woke up about 6, packed my bags then off we went to SMB, the meeting place as usual by us.. greeted Nashee since it was her birthday!!!! happy birthday Nashee!!!!!! a few pics here and there.. and then we're off! To Tanay!! I joined the crew in our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EJ-owned, Emvin-driven YFC mobile!!&lt;/span&gt; hahahah.. sawang sawa na ako sa Crazy Right Now.. hahahah.. we were dancing away with the boom-boom music.. harot!! hahah sobrang benta talaga kapag kami kami nagsasama.. 5 car convoy kami.. hahaha.. eventually upon reaching Rizal, we got lost due to some navigational problems &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(hehehe nice Margaux and Paulo!!)&lt;/span&gt; heheh.. we were so lost, that we got upon a road that led back to Manila.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makinig ka, Betty died last night, did she die? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived around lunch time at Sacramento Valley.. some ate their lunches while others already had eaten in the cars.. Emman may utang ka nga pala 100 sakin a.. Lee-an taught a few songs, we had our Worship, bunked in our barrack (heheh singular for barracks daw).. hahah.. then we broke into 4 teams, Emvin-Olive, Emman-Abby, Migi-Cuddles and me-Karen.. we named our team HHWWMPSSP.. dunno why.. si Lee-An kasi e.. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we went to the Camp Site&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, grabe inulan kami..&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.. we stood there for a few minutes dahil di alam kung ano gagawin.. hahahha.. then God made a speech and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"naligaw na kayo at lahat, papayag ba kayo na magpatalo sa ulan?"&lt;/span&gt; then we were off, running/walking to the Camp Site..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember 3 years ago, we also went here for our outing.. back then we drove to the camp site.. this time we were on foot! heheh.. grabe lakas ng ulan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God wala naman ata nagkasakit.. hahah.. as we came to the rapelling area.. the rain stopped... and turned into a perfectly sunny afternoon! As in! hahaha.. binasa lang kami!! hahaha.. nagrapel kami.. heheh sabay kami ni Emman, na kapwa duwag pagdating dyan.. hahah.. nagrapel ng sabay.. hahahah.. it was just great that we were cheering each other on.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/1600/P1080498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/320/P1080498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We conquered this tower!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then next was the obstacle-rope course, grabe hassle..&lt;br /&gt;tampisaw ba naman sa putikan?! grabe ang dumi namin! hahaha.. bawal KJ e.. hahaha.. then we walked back to the Camp Site, kasabay ko mga kateam ko, then some ran ahead, naiwan kami nila Leonard, Karen and Sheila.. haha.. pagod na si Sheila kaya nagpahila samin pataas.. heheh natakot siya sa manok.. ganda ng lugar talaga.. hay.. presko talaga.. ibang iba sa Manila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go, we swam at the swimming pool.. haha, we also held a game there.. heheh.. grabe, haha.. I was shiverring.. hahah.. blue na daw lips ko sabi nila.. hahaha.. di na kayanan ng macho &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nyerks)&lt;/span&gt; body ko e.. hahaha.. and after that, we had our dinner na.. It started raining again.. semi-open pa naman yung Caimio hall.. heheh.. halos kakatuyo palang ng jacket ko, buti nalang may bubong.. hahah ang lamig ng hangin.. weeeee presko talaga.. iniram na muna ni Nhica, my NCF (new close friend sabi niya) yung jacket ko.. haha..sarap ng dinner.. joke time kami saglit.. then broke into our teams, then prepared a short something for E-Night.. hehe kahit pagod na kami, syempre okei lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe obviously Team Beh (Emvin-Olive) had a hilarious performance hahaha.. benta.. tama ba naman gayahin ako Olive? lika nga rito.. then with that, nagworship kami.. then sleepy time na.. heheh.. nagTUBE muna kami ni Nash at Emman sa top bunk namin ng saglit.. medyo natigil.. la magawa sa barrack kaya nag langit lupa mga tao.. tama ba naman magtatakbo sa loob?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulog... then Sunday!! grabe mass daw.. sa gitna ng kawalan ba naman yung chapel!! kung mahaba yung hike namin papunta ng chapel, this one was way longer.. grabe.. naririnig na namin yung boses ng nasa chapel, pero di namin makita.. mahaba habang lakaran talaga.. kakafagod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang SMB - to Dona Soledad.. yung distance sa sobrang layo, haha.. half lang ng mass nabutan ko.. yung iba mas late pa.. and syempre there was the hike back.. namiss ko yung mga picture picture kasi pagod na talaga ako.. hahah.. kasabay ko si Nhica paakyat.. si Nina rin nung malapit na.. hinanap ko agad water pagbalik sa hall.. muntik na ata di natuloy yung Splunking? Cave-Exploration daw yun.. heheh.. tumuloy about 30+ of them, hahah jampacked in 2 cars (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our YFC-mobile and a Kate's Adventure&lt;/span&gt;), Nhica went home since my Cebu trip pa daw siya, we all said our goodbyes to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/1600/P1080570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/320/P1080570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grabeh.. Ilan sila dyan sa YFC mobile?! 18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Di na ako sumama along with Cuddles, Steffi, Abby Aira, EJ, Paolo, JR, Miguel.. heheh binantayan ko sila by sleeping while the guys were playing Bball.. nagTUBE si Aira at Cuddles ng saglit.. si Steffi naman was doing her assignments (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grabeh sipag&lt;/span&gt;) natulog si Cuddles maya maya.. si Steffi at Abby rin.. haha.. ang sarap ng tulog lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ve-Exploration and Waterfalls moment nila.. I  missed this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/1600/P1080575-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/320/P1080575-1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome galing sa mga katutubong naninirahan sa kweba!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/1600/P1080586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/320/P1080586.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inside the Cave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/1600/P1080596.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/320/P1080596.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isang normal na araw sa loob ng kweba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/1600/P1080651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/320/P1080651.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water Trekking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/320/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tampisaw sa may tubigan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that we all went home.. hahah.. kumpleto parin syempre yung YFC mobile.. sumayaw nanaman kami haha.. favorite nanamin yung casette tape na yun.. grabeh.. hahah nag TUBE kami ng mga guys pabalik.. at nabuo ang Maix fans club!!! awwwww.. we lab ya Maix! hahahah.. we did that.. the outing ended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43 teens, 5 cars, 2 days, 1 outing.. I miss it already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrollment ko later, and the looming sched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ayaw ko talaga ng may Sabado) &lt;/span&gt;doesn't seem to bother me.. si God na bahala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114947773836277742?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114947773836277742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114947773836277742' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114947773836277742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114947773836277742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/06/yfc-summer-outing-06-sacramento-valley.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114908859472007847</id><published>2006-05-31T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:16:34.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Benchwarmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went on a date with the guys again, JJ and Gino, and this time, Lev tagged along.. we watched The Benchwarmers (duh, kaya nga yun yung heading ko e).. Obviously, madaming pera sila JJ at Gino dahil nagtawag nanaman.. tsk tsk.. The movie proved to be hilarious, comedic, funny and an hour and a half of my life better that I'll never be able to take back.. it proved to be shallow and stupid.. korny na sa huli.. hehehe.. I perfectly understood why nadisappoint si JJ.. hehehe.. kala ko it was only because of the crowd behind us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was good though, pampasabaw ng utak, pampaubos ng braincells, pampabobo, pampatawa, pampagastos ng pera at pampanga *toink*.. You guys know, madali lang naman ako matawa at ma-impress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking at it.. 1 hour nalang.. June na!! Hehehe.. malapit na outing!! at enrollment!! at pasukan... *booooo* next time na natin pagusapan yun a? hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut this one short.. I'm estatic about Yeni's Euro-trip.. heheh.. Architect's paradise daw ba? naiingit ako.. later peeps..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114908859472007847?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114908859472007847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114908859472007847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114908859472007847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114908859472007847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/05/benchwarmers-today-i-went-on-date-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114896335989564647</id><published>2006-05-30T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:29:19.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-men: The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went on a date with JJ and Gino, my movie buddies sa SMB.. *super low budget.. sorry na*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I overrated the film since people kept saying how great it was.. Don't get me wrong, I liked the movie, it just had too much going on.. Cyclops? ayun.. sininggit lang.. pina-Optic blast lang sa tubig.. other than that.. *doi* asan na? lolz.. mahal daw talent fee kasi sabi ni JJ.. and then he suddenly died/disappeared/turned to dust by Phoenix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel naman.. sininggit lang rin.. nagkaroon lang sila ng moment na nilagtas niya dad niya.. duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta korny.. I didn't think that the battle was as colossal as I thought.. it was very nice though! ganda ng mga fight scenes.. I sort of was shocked nung naging kulangot si Charles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure alot of your friends will say.. "wag muna tatayo after ng credits" And syempre *spoiler* mabubuhay daw si Xavier.. naman.. I just wished that the scene lasted longer.. it was like just 5 seconds... I anticipated that too much as well.. tae nabitin lang talaga ako sa whole movie.. I just wished it was longer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114896335989564647?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114896335989564647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114896335989564647' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114896335989564647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114896335989564647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/05/x-men-last-stand-yesterday-i-went-on.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114887736081396817</id><published>2006-05-29T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:36:00.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids.. You just gotta love `em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after our Youth Camp for this year, I thought it would go back to "normal", you know, to the world that nowadays, is full of bickering, struggling, suffering and all the hopeless negativity that I would point out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm no pessimist, like other people, I just want some questions answered.. How, When, Why and all that.. I hope for those answers to come as they go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter.. Kid's Camp.. the Bible says that in order for us to enter the kingdom of Heaven, we must maintain the childlike-innocence that we see in their eyes.. this all-new experience was even greater since we served with SB9, our fellow YFCs in SunValley, it was just fun, we barely knew each other, but both SB2 and B9, had a goal, and that is to show how much these would-be future leaders of our modern world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between B2 and B9, it was hilarious.. even if it was just a day and a half, our tradeoff of jokes showed there was a bond.. we all went home with new found friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the kids? ang cute lang nila!! I've always loved taking care of kids, just making them smile was enough for me.. my "platoon" worked together especially in the games.. of course there was the typical shyness between kids, but at least they participated.. lalo na sa flag making.. galing nila magisip ng design! and magpaint as well.. to think these kids were just 8-12 years old.. our *playtoon* haha, bagged a few awards.. I just handed to mini-Nash, este, to Joey, our group awards, (a bag of mallows).. ang cute niya e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there will be a kid that will standout, some with their talents, but this kid stood out because of his.. let's say, being pasaway.. I'm sure it tested out the team's patience, sort of how to explode without really exploding.. thanks to God for giving us a pesky kid beyond pesky.. kahit ako, medyo nabadtrip, ayaw kasi matulog nung lights out na.. tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we went home, we almost commuted! super thanks to AJ of B1, being able to provide us a lift.. God sent talaga e.. ready na kami magcommute e.. thru that hot summer afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, that same afternoon, we held our mini-cluster assembly, in preparation for this weekend's Summer Outing!! yahooo!!! it was nice to see some old faces.. and hear some new people talk as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a few planning for kung ano talaga balak namin for this cluster for the rest of the year, I just hope my Archi-life would be able to perfectly fit my YFC-life.. hopefully I'd be able to handle both.. *sana talaga walang Saturday class*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm patiently waiting for our outing.. date muna ako in an hour with Gino and JJ, my movie buddies.. hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114887736081396817?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114887736081396817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114887736081396817' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114887736081396817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114887736081396817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/05/kids.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114822743924408877</id><published>2006-05-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:03:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post - Youth Camp Revelry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know.. I just have to blog about this weekend.. di ako makakatulog talaga if di ko malabas dito at least... the camp was very.. in a word, moving... Super daming moments na I was either laughing or thinking about some deep thoughts or anything talaga... in a word, inspiring... the talks and sharings, not just because of what they said, but because those speakers are the people that I looked up to talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us service team, grabe.. I'm so honored and happy to be able to serve with you guys.. most of you guys are young when it comes to years spent sa YFC, I mean, outside of the Kim Siong trilogy, only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, ate Kate, Lee-an, Cuddles, JR, JB, Carline and Emman&lt;/span&gt; are considered as "elders" I was actually afraid nung nagstart tayo magmeeting, kasi parang di ako sanay na wala yung "elders" sila  kuya Norman, si ate at yung iba pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that changed talaga when we started preparing for the camp... we actually got work done! grabe! sobrang committed natin sa camp, having each other, got each other's back covered.. every step of the way was worth it with you guys.. we fought against SWs together.. and to start off.. (drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emvin..&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for leading us again.. you were bold and great talaga promise.. inspiring talaga.. not just sa mga pinagsasabi mo, but also sa actions mo.. you asked for help nung nahihirapan ka.. very humbling talaga.. as a you being leader, I was inspired that you shared your problems and concerns to us, the rest of the service team..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate..&lt;/span&gt; I'm 100% sure na ayaw mo sana maging last camp mo na toh with us.. we know you're moving na.. thanks for the decade that you served in YFC.. kaw talaga tunay na elder namin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee-An..&lt;/span&gt; iba ka talaga.. astig ka dahil inspite your uber busy schedule, ginagawa mo pa talaga ng time para lang makapagserve sa camp.. thanks for teaching and telling us what we need to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EJ..&lt;/span&gt; heheh thanks "the man!" nagawa natin yung workshop ng maayos! And very much indeed with our workshopmates supporting us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo and Margaux..&lt;/span&gt; thanks rin sa mga sinabi niyo infront.. future leaders kayo sa cluster natin.. you know that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steffi..&lt;/span&gt; thanks partner!! ang saya saya ng games natin.. heheh madaming nabasa.. ang ganda ng e-night, sayang lang di kinayanan ng backdrop natin.. mabigat siya.. hehehe.. di bale sa susunod aayus natin yan.. thanks rin for inspiring me.. and also for praying for me.. di ko alam exact words na sinabi mo, pero a couple of years with you seems enough for me to feel what you said that Saturday night.. I look up to you talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emman and Abby..&lt;/span&gt; syempre, iba talaga hatak niyo! you guys gathered such a strong and bonded music min... kitang kita sa tugtugin niyo.. nadadala talaga kami.. thanks rin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emman&lt;/span&gt; sa sharings niyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvin, Marvin, Ramesis, JB, Karlynn and Steffi&lt;/span&gt; ulit, thank you sa music!!!! niceeeeeeeeeeeeeee.. sa uulitin a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvin, Marvin and Douille..&lt;/span&gt; Faci na kayo next year ah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karlynn..&lt;/span&gt; uyyyy nagwhite siya!! wahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Migi and Nash...&lt;/span&gt; obviously, Kristo Big Brother was a hit!! hehehe.. sarap maging part ng main cast... hehehe.. I know the videos proved as a comedy and also a heart-moving thing for the participants.. pang Oscar awards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuddles..&lt;/span&gt; hehe back to being inactive? sure ba yan? hehehe.. feeling ko hindi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JR..&lt;/span&gt; grabe pambato ng UPS!! pa-active natin ulit mga members dyan a?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen..&lt;/span&gt; nalaman ko na nung camp kung bakit ikaw magiging partner ko sa CO.. saktong sakto e.. hehehe.. thanks for opening up to me.. promise, I got your back!! nalaman ko ang totoong ikaw e.. pakita mo rin sa iba yun.. babawi ka pa next year.. you have so much to offer.. Good work din sa first time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olive, Sheila, Janelle..&lt;/span&gt; our lady first-timers.. thanks for serving, natouch niyo mga lady participants natin.. kaya ang bibbo nila e!! Thanks for your shear determination in touching your participants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Migi, Mark, Amiel..&lt;/span&gt; our guy first-timers.. thanks for touching our guy partcipants.. maharot sila.. alagaan niyo sila a.. TY sa pagtambay at pagpapakain sa bahay nila amiel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my utol, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tep-Tep..&lt;/span&gt; hehehe.. oh my G a? heheheh.. its nice na makita nagsserve kasama ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you guys! Dami natin nakita potential leaders... back to wala-magawa mode nanaman.. hehe good luck sa may mga pasok na bukas!! wahahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poem of St. Francis of Assisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked God for strength, that I might achieve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was given health, that I might learn to obey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked for riches, that I might be happy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was given poverty, that I might be wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I received nothing that I had asked for ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything I had hoped for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My prayers were answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114822743924408877?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114822743924408877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114822743924408877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114822743924408877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114822743924408877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-youth-camp-revelry.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114796491973613770</id><published>2006-05-18T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:08:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ETA: Less than 12 hours - Pre-Youth Camp Jitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, di halata na excited ako di ba? yung last 2 posts ko, about the same thing.. 7:00 am later, we, the advance party, will go ahead (kaya nga advance party tawag e) to Antipolo where this year's Youth Camp will be spent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo madami parin aasikasuhin.. natapos ko na backdrop namin for E-Night.. 1 down.. tons to go.. hahatid ko pa si momsie later dahil may ILC naman sila... Medyo nervous rin sa i-sshare ko and dun sa funny man... and my games pa... Dami SWs (Spiritual Warfare) na dinadaanan each and everyone of us.. SUS.. kaya yun noh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited rin ako syempre dahil new people to meet yun!! future leaders sila ng cluster namin... also madami nang makakakita ng video namin!!!! oh well.. sayang mga tumanggi samin.. *beh* pang-oscars yung performance namin... Sobrang bilib lang ako sa service team ngayun.. young guns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be one helluva of weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut this one short.. babawi me sa next post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, we praise you and we thank you God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"1 day in the God of house is better than a 1000 days in the world.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114796491973613770?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114796491973613770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114796491973613770' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114796491973613770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114796491973613770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/05/eta-less-than-12-hours-pre-youth-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114783409530692226</id><published>2006-05-17T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:48:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ETA: 2 days nalang!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp is near!! Haven't been blogging lately since most of the time, I'm not at home.. for the good part though, masarap tumambay sa bahay ng iba! kaysa buong araw ka lang sa bahay mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous and at the same time excited (who isn't?) because of the camp.. for the past month or so we've been preparing for this and this weekend will be where we reap our rewards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassle kanina while I was making the backdrop for our E-Night, I accidentally made "Big Brohter" and with the g mirrored.. medyo nabadtrip lang since for the past hour ko inatupag yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm not gonna let that hassle me and my work di ba? So yun nagpabili nalang muna ulit ako ng felt paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the camp nears, I just thought of the possible tasks and those that I still need to do.. prepare for my sharing.. prepare for my funny man on 100% pure... making the backdrop for our E-Night... find a few more participants (all of us, for that matter) possibly could be a facilitator... and if Jem isn't well yet by Friday, be Steffi's partner sa team nila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to all of those!! Techrun later... Sosing's place... all for God's glory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go with the flow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114783409530692226?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114783409530692226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114783409530692226' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114783409530692226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114783409530692226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/05/eta-2-days-nalang-camp-is-near-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114632699156812368</id><published>2006-04-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:09:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes my summer a summer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a major revamp happened at our shooting today.. things turned out quite well.. awww jinybabey, why did ya have to mention her name? I'm way past that (or so I say) and let's not devulge more into that.. okei na kami nun e.. no closure, but we're on speaking terms naman.. hehehe.. that name stuck a few good hours.. *minor hassle, don't worry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tindi ni director Emvin.. sayang wala si Tinoy.. super tandem na siguro.. and I got my ass whooped by 3 ladies in 1 afternoon.. how sad =D&lt;br /&gt;Bigat ni cathy *kathy* (mas gusto ko K) hehe joke lang.. lakas lakas ko e.. hahaha.. as for the super laughtrip moments.. thank ya guys! astig..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite the numerous SWs that we have encountered.. I'd like to thank everyone's support... love tayo ni God e.. and we continue to do more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.. Housemate sa loob ng bahay ni Wanda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shooting's almost over!!! nice job guys! Galing ni Lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by turning back to kids.. for at least 2 hours.. it's just nice to play sardines!! for those of ya not knowing what sardines is.. and of course, I'm not talking about the canned type.. the game is easily termed "Reverse Hide-and-Seek" where the "it" or "taya" will be the one who will do the hiding and the other people (in this case 10 of us) will be the one looking for the person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since next level na kami ng paglaro ng sardines, ginamitan namin ng matinding "black-shirt-technique" para lalong mapadali ang pagtago.. gabi kasi.. wahahaha.. lumalabas kung sino yung tunay na takot sa dilim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kahit naguwian kami ng pawis at dugyutin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, this day will be looked back for years to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kung gusto niyo makita final output ng b-dyo (video in english) namin, sali kayo sa camp ng SB2 o SB10!!!! wooohoooo contact your local cable operator now!!!! It's worth it I tell ya.. kilala niyo naman ako e.. you know I'm good for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114632699156812368?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114632699156812368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114632699156812368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114632699156812368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114632699156812368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-makes-my-summer-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114533120190206644</id><published>2006-04-18T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:33:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer "Job"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the summer again.. the ever-so-famous, much-anticipated Youth Camp is over the horizon! I know I have some work to do, i'm sort of finding inspiration and thinking putting a few elements and concepts together. Thank God I have something to keep me busy with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, I won't be able to do that while the pest control people are here! And part of work ethic is: Relaxation.. no one could ever work with such a flustered mind.. no athlete could practice without any warmup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I'll just blurt out some carefully put together words to make it sound like a quote.. all these are not fully my own, some I have seen on tv, some I editted to suit my taste.. disclaimer yun.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Problems are there to be solve.&lt;/span&gt; (UBS commercial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the strength of the wolf is the pack, and the strength of the pack is the wolf&lt;/span&gt;. (a quote in an NBA segment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride is a route to greatness and a root to wickedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain is nature's own vaccine. Exposing yourself to it is suppose to make you stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If answers only come now in the present, there's a reason why you didn't know it in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Play now, study later.&lt;/span&gt; (Gradeschool mantra ko ito!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not how good you finish it, but rather what good it did to you when you finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're unique, just like everyone else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just go with the flow.. it'll flow alongside you someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think you're doing this for God? Think again. It's God who is doing this to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.. too much of a warm up + toxic fumes doesn't mix with my mind to well.. back to the drawing board!! It's not really of a job.. I love it too much to be just a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114533120190206644?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114533120190206644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114533120190206644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114533120190206644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114533120190206644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-job-its-that-time-of-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114511357824953711</id><published>2006-04-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:06:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October 08, '02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A retouch of the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the date atop your letter.. why am I reading this almost 3+ years later, you say? I don't know either.. as of late, my subconscious (subconscious nga lang ba?) thought has been dreaming about you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWICE!&lt;/span&gt; my conscious thought has been daydreaming about you.. so as always, being the person that I am, I re-read your letter from before... gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassle! ang dami kong naalala bigla.. memories rush right back.. places.. food.. you.. words.. text messages.. your hand.. hair.. eyes.. smile.. voice.. late nights.. 4am pinakalate tayo nagusap sa phone.. dami..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "sowee alam kong nagtatampo ka na sakin dahil wala na ako time to spend"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pwamis kapag nagkaroon, bibigay ko na for you!"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"basta kung may problema ka, andito lang ako! titigil ko lahat para sayo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need I say more?.. ganun pala tayo dati? It's a fact.. I do miss you.. I wanna see you.. so many stories to tell you.. andami.. and let's not talk about what-if scenarios.. it'll rip me apart! damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it short.. give me that glint of hope.. and i'll take it! *dagdagan ko sa future toh, magulo thoughts ko ngayon e*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114511357824953711?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114511357824953711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114511357824953711' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114511357824953711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114511357824953711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/04/october-08-02-retouch-of-past.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114413940839890274</id><published>2006-04-04T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:30:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Low Can One Go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity has lowered a notch on me.. I saw CSI last Sunday.. Apparently, each and everyone of us has a "wannabe" side.. you know, that side, that we dream of.. However, the difference of it from a "want-to-be" side, is that wannabes are so desperate in achieving it.. This episode had a very sick and twisted wannabe though.. Wannabe Amputies! They walk around with one of their legs strapped up their backs (hiddenly of course) and walk around with a crutch.. acting as if they were amputated.. Another person had a honeymoon pic with his wife, and editted their pic, him only having 1 leg.. that same person eventually asked a medical student (i think) to cut his leg of, then that person died (hence the case).. Overall, it wasn't that gruesome as you would probably imagine, but the idea lingers in your head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined how low people can go.. but this thought never came in it.. I can't even believe it.. there was a medical disorder for it.. though I can't remember the name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just glorifying to a leg and a finger.. separated from the rest of the body.. Humans have sunk lower than before.. Can't people be thankful with the bodies that they have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114413940839890274?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114413940839890274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114413940839890274' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114413940839890274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114413940839890274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-low-can-one-go-humanity-has.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114377565943184611</id><published>2006-03-31T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T11:27:39.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"One"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, I saw you for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were the one.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't say a word to me.&lt;br /&gt;But love, was in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pulled me into your world&lt;br /&gt;From then on my life&lt;br /&gt;Has changed for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll never feel lonely again&lt;br /&gt;Coz you are in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;How can I explain to you&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel inside when I think of you..&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for everything that you showed me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever forget that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I know that someday real soon&lt;br /&gt;You'll be right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Holding me so tight.&lt;br /&gt;So I will always be yours.&lt;br /&gt;Although we can't be together now.&lt;br /&gt;Remember I am here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and pretend you're near&lt;br /&gt;I see you, I touch you, I feel you, like real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever change what I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long must I be far away from you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know dear, but I know we are One...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114377565943184611?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114377565943184611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114377565943184611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114377565943184611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114377565943184611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-when-i-saw-you-for-first-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114372480886311777</id><published>2006-03-30T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:20:08.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The-Unexplainably-Idleness-Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA Boredom... has not in vain though.. in my spare time (kunwari busy) I've searched, filtered and scoured in the seemingly vast and traffic-free brain of mine, what would be things that I would do this summer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Get fat!!&lt;/span&gt; or in that sense, gain weight.. gain mass at least! After an initial result that my BMI (Body Mass Index) according to some link in Yahoo that is -0.01 (with a written disclaimer that it could be actually less than that), I searched again and came across another BMI calculator. With a registered height of 5 feet 4 inches and 90 lbs.. I registered 15.4 on the BMI scale which means underweight since it is under the normal BMI of 18.5-24.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, as if I needed a BMI calculator to know if I'm underweight.. I think I may be needed I drinking spree, which I do not like.. and will not survive at all..  and apparently the site only had tips on losing weight and not gaining it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High metabolism..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relearn CADD.&lt;/span&gt;. doi.. apart from the time spent in front of the pc, I'ma do some self study and relearn this software that could make or break me in the future.. throw in photoshop in the mix as well.. my initial plan was to be able to do the plates I did this year and see if they do look good on CADD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excercise..&lt;/span&gt; er.. no I didnt mean go to gym.. can't imagine a scrawny bodied guy like me in the gym lifting weights.. mga medium sized dumbells pa nga lang mabigat na e.. I will play basketball every morning.. currently waiting for my YFC buddies.. magbakasyon na kayow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be on the know..&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure you all know that I read alot.. no, I'm not planning to be all nerdy (that would be stupid), but I'll make it a point to read the paper every morning at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clean my room..&lt;/span&gt; yes, up to now, piles of previous schemes, plates, tests, quizzes, vestiges and remnants of the past sem are still cluttered around the room.. I'm sure if the room can talk, they would have already done so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get together with friends&lt;/span&gt;, especially those that I surely, deeply miss. I just gotta get out of here! Need to see friends from before... from the distant past.. I came to realize I miss my besty... labo mo talaga, bube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And last on my list.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have fun!!&lt;/span&gt; This is to ensure that if the above mention are not accomplished, at least I lnow that I was still able to accomplish 1 thing on my list, di ba? Fun can be interpretted in different ways.. either having a good night's rest or having a road trip.. whatever!! As long as I laugh my ass out, it's all good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I'ma start my summer na..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114372480886311777?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114372480886311777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114372480886311777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114372480886311777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114372480886311777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/03/unexplainably-idleness-syndrome-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114356709054862659</id><published>2006-03-29T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:42:01.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;B for Bendetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Oo, mainggit ka na, namemorize ko yung narining ko sa sine. *sarcasm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I watched this yesteday with JJ and G.. not yesterday, last Monday pala.. 1:30 na pala ngayon Wednesday. Di ko alam kung sino third wheel sa aming tatlo. Pede si JJ, pede si G, pede rin ako.. hehehe it was nice.. I kept calling the movie "B for Bendetta" for quite sometime over the past few weeks.. I felt hungry afterwards though, the display of bodies being buried on top of each other was quite a treat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kunwari premiere night at kakapanood ko palang ng movie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, ang ganda ganda!! nakakainlab ang tandem ni V at ni Natalie Portman!! bagay sila!! Panoorin niyo toh!! *ala kilig na kilig person*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114356709054862659?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114356709054862659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114356709054862659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114356709054862659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114356709054862659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/03/b-for-bendetta-voil-in-view-humble.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-114336994409346702</id><published>2006-03-26T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:45:44.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Summer na!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohooo.. Well, the countdown's pretty late, but never late than never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started last friday of course when our whole class went to Los Banos for our "semesterly" outing.. but I won't dwell much on that though, of course you knew I had a great time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something hit me right on the head.. 4th year na pala ako?! Things went by really fast.. not just this year, but this whole college life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this though.. this 3rd year college has been one of the best and worst years of my college life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best? Couldn't brag about it, but I'm pretty sure this year has had my highest grades ever *blame it to the fact na pasaway at tatamad - tamad lang ako nung first year at second year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This schoolyear added me an entry to my future resume.. *yeahhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also gained new friends, whom some I've gotten to know really well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned deeper about old friends.. always had their back and I'm pretty sure they know that.. and I know that they have my back as well... looking back, I knew I've moved up their "friendship" meters.. till next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And better yet, made up with enemies. Well, not really an enemy.. but more likely a person who has hurt me in the past.. there wasn't really any closure, but sorry seems good enough for me.. thank you for having the humility and wits to do it... I was really waiting for it, and didn't know how to get to you.. everytime you came inside class, especially during our 1st and 2nd years, there's this aura of helplessness that I just can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alot of people went up on my list as well... and to do one who topped it all... I can't explain why but, there's something about you that just.. just.. can't explain it.. I care alot for you, but sometimes I wonder myself why I do.. it's weird though, but that cute laugh.. beaming smile.. kulit mu minsan.. seryoso tumataba puso ko if nagtthank you ka.. I take refuge in your stories, both present and past.. Thanks too, for there were times that you had my back.. and I'm pretty sure we may need each other even more in the future.. basta wag mo kalimutan.. ako bahala sayo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the last paragraph didn't reveal much about that person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cheers.. for summer has come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-114336994409346702?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/114336994409346702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=114336994409346702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114336994409346702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/114336994409346702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/03/5.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-113992716163731119</id><published>2006-02-14T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:42:17.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Morning After The Storm and alot of other stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, technically, its not really the morning after the storm... more on a few nights later *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, the major plate is done! So glad its over.. *relief* *relax* after a much grueling night last Friday evening to Saturday morning *sob* I slept for around 16 hours! *new record* from 3pm to 7am Sunday hahahaha.. 2 new records in 1 day (secret nalang yung isa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that I had the time to bum around last Sunday.. didn't have the time to bum around like I used to *sarcasm* heck, I even now my brain is so relaxed I still haven't done any assignments for the next few days.. well, bukas nalang! *hahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... was a sight of disappointment.. confirmed na di kami nanalo dahil late kami nagpasa ng plate... *ganda pa naman*&lt;br /&gt;... was back to work.. gumawa kami video sa Benavides park..&lt;br /&gt;... was a waste of time.. 2 out of 3 profs wala dahil nagjury sa thesis.. its that fabled time of the year again...&lt;br /&gt;... was a foresight of 2 years from now... grabe nakakatakot manood ng mga nagthethesis.. its so hard to defend our particular kind of thesis..&lt;br /&gt;... was a day when people should have kept quiet... naalala ko tuloy kanta ng Bamboo.. "Much has been said"&lt;br /&gt;... damn it! it could have been avoided... its so freaking hard to put the pieces back together... *Peacemaker mode* ayoko ng mga ganitong pangyayari..&lt;br /&gt;... was a show lacking in zist... galing ng SC.. *no offense meant*&lt;br /&gt;... was weird.. how the hell did I ended up in Greenbelt with the tropa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (today)&lt;br /&gt;... Valentines. Hooray for all the lovers out there!&lt;br /&gt;... was annoying. Manonood na nga lang ng DVD sa class nasira pa banda sa climax.. shetness..&lt;br /&gt;... was real sad. I feel taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;... was a proof of cowardice. Seeing them proves how much of a coward I am..... was a feeling of unappreciation.. I really wish masigla ka nung nagthank you ka....pero naiintindihan kita.. hope you let me help you. you know I could..&lt;br /&gt;... was a show of power... I'm so proud sa mga katropa at kaibigan ko na tumatakbo for SC..&lt;br /&gt;... was hugs for everyone!!! Happy Valentines ulit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-113992716163731119?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/113992716163731119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=113992716163731119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113992716163731119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113992716163731119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/02/morning-after-storm-and-alot-of-other.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-113629900606833703</id><published>2006-01-03T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:36:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*In Thought* Tommorrow = Pasukan = Hassle = Lazyness Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished up on some assignments, and no, di pa para bukas yung assignments na yun.. In fact, wala kwenta subjects bukas.... * seriously considering if not going to class* But then again, there's nothin' much to do here.... maybe YM, but then again, no one's usually online in the morning.. maybe reading, but then again, I need a good book for that... Don't wanna go to mall alone, of course.. TV? nah.. had tons of that this past Christmas break...&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I was able to relax and enjoy the break... I'm raring to go back to school... I miss my friends, the allowance, the laughter.. so much..I sort of have a writer's block now, so i'll guess i'll just ramble about New Year's resolution..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Purpose? When I was young, my mom would always ask me and my sisters to write what our new year's resolution would be.. and since she'd always nagged about it, eventually I grew annoyed of it.. thankfully, as we grew older mom stopped asking us about it.. but still.. the mindset hasn't changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... do we really need to have a "New Year" just so that we can change? I'm sure most of us know that we can change anytime we want.. But still, some people speak with such enthusiasm  especially on those first few minutes of the year.. "I'm never gonna do this again" or "This year I'll be blah blah blah!" are such phrases heard.. Talk is cheap.. yes it is hard, but i'm sure come June, you'll still be at it... Swearing that you'll never do something ever again is useless.. Talk is soo cheap... And saying it with so much conviction, makes it even more cheaper...&lt;br /&gt;As for me, no, I'm not saying one shouldn't have any resolutions, I, myself have a few guidelines that I'm hoping to follow this year.. I'm saying that if ever you lose that motivation, remember why said those words when the year started... remember why you wanted to quit so bad.. never say it's impossible.. As the Adidas commercial would say, Impossible is Nothing.. Impossible is a word created by little men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, when December comes once again... wouldn't you be proud, being able to do what you say will do? Wouldn't it be great when you grab that victory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I'll start my year tomorrow by kicking some ass!! *yeah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-113629900606833703?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/113629900606833703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=113629900606833703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113629900606833703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113629900606833703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-thought-tommorrow-pasukan-hassle.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-113594005441157301</id><published>2005-12-30T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:29:52.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>State of Consciousness: Working While Relaxing&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Brainstorm-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing alot of reading lately.. Cliffnotes, e-mails, newspapers, magazines, other people's blogs (kasi hassle yun lang email na natatanggap ko..) and at what point, obviously, I've come to the conclusion that I'm bored.. so i'll just ramble here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, compared to last year's Christmas Vacation, where I was doing a freakin' major plate during the Holidays... where after celebrating Noche Buena at my cousin's house then after finally waking up Christmas morning, I was working! I often said to myself... "damn it! It's Christmas break.. blah blah blah... And as much as I was a lazy prick back then, even if the holidays was at least 2 weeks long, I wasn't finished with my plate when the New Year started.. took a little longer since kailangan may model pa! bad trip... Back then... I prayed.. prayed that come this year, many things would change.. prayed for help, that I would change.. change so that I wouldn't get hurt.. change so that I could inspire others.. I told myself, I'd come out guns blazing this year, with matching enthusiasm and hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're probably asking - Was I able to achieve that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I wouldn't know.. Define achievement.. How would know that one has achieved something? Is it by how one is convicted or convinced that "Hey, I have achieved something!"? or is it by how other people say so from their perspective? Is it by the awards or the grades that one was able to attain? Or by how great one's ideas or concepts are? Is it by how those same achievements bring you fame and popularity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it by how people say "wow ang galing mo a!" or "nice one!" Is it by how people can somehow rely on you for help? Is it a measurement of what you are? Are we supposed to be gauged in this manner? Would a boxer with a record of 10 wins - 2 losses - 5 knockouts be able to rival one that has say, 20 more wins? Are we reduced to the society that considers statistics and numbers better? Is someone who gets constant 1.25 grades considered better than one who gets straight 2.00s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say no, I'd rather fear those who have nothing to lose.. those who have constant 3.00s in their grades.. that boxer who has a whole lot of losses.. I'd fear that 2nd place winner instead of the 1st placer.. I see it alot.. They are those people who have almost achieved their ultimate goal, and yet, they fall short.. It rips them apart, being so close, and yet so far.. I'd rather be with those unspoken leaders... those unspoken heroes... constantly surprising everyone.. those that have their own Cinderella stories.. the underdog.. the one with no pride left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that underdog, having more losses than victories, as in the song, Hari ng Sablay - "isang tama sampung mali", having more aches than joys.. Now that's an achievment.. An underdog team, having 100 games, but winning only 1, but against the best team in the league, would be monumental! It defies statistical bull crap.. It would be like 1 win = 99 losses.. It removes the stereotype of "nah, they can't win.." Underdogs... you gotta love them... A true underdog surprises people... other than that, they're just pure losers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do I stand now? Hmmm.. I'm still collecting my share of losses... gained a few victories along the way.. And when the time comes, i'll finally prove it.. Prove what I want people to know.. its not to suck up on them or gain their respect.. respect? I already have that.. it aint even about winning itself.. and no, it ain't about striking fear in people's heart.. (I wouldn't want that, I love them..) it's more about proving people that i'm worth your trouble.. it's about showing them that i'll give one hell of a fight.. it's about changing the stereotype and defing people's gauge of what a true person really is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what achievement is. Or at least, in my point of view..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-113594005441157301?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/113594005441157301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=113594005441157301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113594005441157301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113594005441157301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2005/12/state-of-consciousness-working-while.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-113586861604421076</id><published>2005-12-29T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:35:15.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A conversation between the Mind and the Heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tambalang &lt;strong&gt;Pu&lt;/strong&gt; (puso) at &lt;strong&gt;Ta&lt;/strong&gt; (utak)! *open curtain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; oi musta ka na dyan? tagal na tayong di nagkita a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; dude, mabuti... wala na ako sakit... wala nang plate e.. kaw? Balita ko si ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; oo, wag mo na paalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; kahit ako di makapaniwala e! Lam mo naman ako, seeing is believing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; Pero dude, nakutoban ko na rin yun e.. gut feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; okei ka lang, pare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; oo naman syempre! natural lang naman yun di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; oo, at natural lang din na masaktan ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmp.. bat naman kasi ganun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; kilala kita.. di ka naman siguro gagawa ng gulo di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; syempre noh! pati ba naman yun tinatanong mo pa? Alam mo na yun e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe... sorry na.. just checking.. alam mo naman ako, Pu, naninigurado lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; lam mo naman di ako ganun magalit e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; hay.... how long has it been? Like 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; mga 2 and a half na rin ata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; remember the time nung first day of classes mo sa kolehiyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; uu grabe.. nakita ko siya at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; at sinabi kong di na tayo magbabalak sa kanya kasi sobrang ganda niya at i'm sure na madami rin magkakagusto sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; yep.. pero dude, kahit ikaw nagandahan sa kanya e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; uu... syempre lupit magtrabaho nun noh... kakainspire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe.. what's not to like? Naalala mo yung unang pagusap natin sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; uu.. pano nga ba yung sinabi niya? i think it was something like "flow, holding hands tayo, kunwari tayo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; uu nga e.. kahit papano kinilig ako nun.. kulit niya.. sarap kakwentuhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; yep.. sobra... while I did some plates, ikaw naman ay nakikitambay sa kanya sa pav tuwing umaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; heheh.. sowee na.. minsan lang yung ganitong feeling e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; pero pinagsasabihan na kita nun noh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; uu nga... humihingi nga ako ng tulong sayo, pero lagi mo sinasabi tutulungan moko pagkatapos at nakaraos na tayo sa plate.. di naman nangyari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; hay.. sorry na.. nanghinayang rin ako nung di na natin siya nakausap nun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; uu nga e... napansin mo 3rd yr na pala tayo? bilis ng panahon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; uu nga. pero di mo pa rin siya nakausap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; buti na nga lang may retreat e!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha.. nakapagpahinga ako dun noh! tama pala sila na mahirap daw third year? uy.. nilapitan ka niya dun a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; yep! sobrang natuwa kaya ako.. nung nagsorry siya sakin e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe... ganito pa nga nangyari nun e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*flashback: black and white lahat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; pssst, Ta.. si ano... nasa harap natin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano:&lt;/strong&gt; flow, sorry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; wow.. yipee... shet.. bigat..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; hoy Pu, wag ka nga talon ng talon dyan! ano sasabihin natin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; *yipee* *yipee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; hoi ano na sasabihin ko? &lt;strong&gt;"ah e.. wala yun, kinalimutan ko na yun, okei na yun.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; *yipee* *yipee* *saya ng araw ko!!! yesssssshhhhhh!!!!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; tigil ka na nga sa kakatalon! &lt;strong&gt;"ah e.. sige pasok na tayo, tawag na kasi tayo ni Maneja.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; *wwwwoohoooooo* *niceeeeee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano:&lt;/strong&gt; Kasi naforget mo na ata bago moko naforgive..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; *ngek, kung alam mo lang tagal na namin inaantay yun noh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*back to present*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; *laugh out loud* ahah.. abot tenga ngiti mo nung mga ilang araw na nakaraan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; oo noh! sobrang tuwa ko.... kahit ikaw natuwa rin e! lam mo naman na mahal natin yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; syempre! tayo pa! natutuwa nga ako nung mga nangyari pagkatapos nun.. kapag gumagawa ako ng plate kinukulit tayo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe... galingan mo kasi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; oo ginagalingan na nga e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; yep, di na pwede.. masyadong magulo kapag nakielam ka pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; pero ang hirap.. alam mo ba if she didn't have anybody else nung mga panahon na yun, eh sinabi ko na ang lahat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; oo.. pero masyado ka natuwa...humingi ka nga ng plano sakin nun e.... tsaka hey, may boyfriend siya nun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; uu nga e... pero dude astig din nung bday ni flow noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; oo.. buti andun siya... sarap ba siya makatext? kahit nagkakagulo na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha.. uu sobra... tarantang taranta na tayo nun noh... LOL... wat i liked was what happened a day sa carpool a week after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe inasar niya akow nung dumaan sa *encio's hehehe.. kakatuwa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; nyek... kaw talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; kilala mo naman tayo noh! mahilig umasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; at ngayon, nagkakaganyan ka.. kaw kasi e.. mahilig ka masyadong umasa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; hayyy... text ng text nga ako kay fafi God kung ano gagawin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; ano sabi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; wala pa reply e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; ungas meron na yun! di naman kasi thru text magreply yun... mahilig magsnail mail yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; bat naman kasi sa sobrang lakas ng torpe-do ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; ganun rin ka lakas ng radar mo.. at least mabuti nang naalam mo na, kaysa nasasaktan ka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; hay... dude.. sino na? who's gonna fill this void? sobrang saya kapag nandyan siya, kahit sa simpleng bolahan lang, abot langit ang tuwa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; Hoi. alam ko masakit at malungkot.. at yang void na yan, di naman nawala a.. memories na yan, wala nang makakapagpalit dyan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; ayoko maalala.. nakakapangtampo naman.. alam mo naman bday lang niya mga ilang days ago di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; oo! may plano pa naman sana tayo nun... buti pala't may naka-timbre... mabuti nang nalaman mo na agad, kaysa nagulat ka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; tsk.. sinabi ko pa naman sa sarili ko, if hindi ko masabi sa kanya ang lahat bago matapos ang 2005, then kalimutan na talaga natin... yung araw na yun sana.. yun yung huling araw na makikita mo siya.. pero..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; yep, tapos na nga, nangyari na.... at ilang araw nalang, tapos na ang 2005. I guess, dun na yun? Isipin mo, madaming kang kaibigan na nangangailangan ng tulong mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; hay.. oo.. anlabo nga ng mga kaibigan ko.. buti nga sila ganun.. tapos anlabo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; ungas, Pu, ganun talaga ang buhay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; alam ko Ta... so, tulungan nalang natin sila? mas mabuti nang ganun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; yep, they had your back, and so should you have your back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; nah.. it's more like - always the friend, never the boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; hoi.. di a! It's just that, ganun talaga katangian mo... Friends above all.. gagawin mo lahat para sa mga kaibigan mo di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; oo naman noh... better then than me... ayoko silang nasasaktan sa mga pinaggagawa nila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; so, closing doors kay ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup, Close it, but I won't lock it.. If may kailangan siya kakatok lang siya, or malay mo, tayo mismo yung magbukas ng pinto at habulin siya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; sounds like a plan.. aral tayo a? hay.. 2006 na pala noh? Ang galing.. kakaibang taon toh noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; yep.. sarap ng bakasyon, nakapagisip tayo.. ibang iba nga ang 2005.. its not a grand slam finish, but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe.... may assignment pa pala... di bale, next year pa naman kailangan e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha.. uu nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; 2006.. Ready to kick some ass, Pu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; oo naman! Walang iwanan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah.. 2006.. so much hope, so much opportunity.. just have to capitalize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pu:&lt;/strong&gt; yep.. teka pucha gawin mo nga muna assignment na yan? sabi mo kanina gagawin mo na ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta:&lt;/strong&gt; oo na oo na... patulong narin.... gawin na natin toh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End* *Curtains close*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Such a great combination.. Pu-Ta.. I have suffered much, but hey, I can live with that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-113586861604421076?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/113586861604421076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=113586861604421076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113586861604421076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113586861604421076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2005/12/conversation-between-mind-and-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-113550652745555361</id><published>2005-12-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:28:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>State of Consciousness: Christmasly-Rich!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mood: ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell ya abit about what I did last night (Christmas Eve). First, we did our traditional visit with one of our tito's (Mother's side). Usually we're 3 families, but I just found out, one family was at Tuguegarrao (tama ba spelling?).. We went to their lovely house at West Grove Heights.. (yes, bigatin talaga si tito..) And few mins later, off we went to go to Mass.. We went to St. John Bosco church-thingy (Didn't know there was a church located at those parts)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it sent me to a criticizing mood... First off, the mass was to start around 10:00 pm as most other vigil Masses start... but apparently the priest/s was/were late by 15 mins. Usually, there are 2 inner rows and 2 outer rows, right? We were seated at the right most row, and our cousins were a few pews ahead.. Since there is usually a space between these rows where people could usually walk around, I found it annoying when people started bring in monoblocks and started seating between these spaces. Even worse was people were preferred standing!! So apparently, the whole mass, we had a view of people's backs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the mass went on, the priest was about to give his homily, he started talking about a text message he received, apparently, he didn't memorize it, so he had to take out his phone (since I can't see the altar, I just took note of a long pause by the priest). And so he dragged on, which didn't matter too much on me, since priests can technically make long homilies... Oh, do you notice priests asking questions at the start of their homilies right? Usually these are either rhetoric questions or the crowd has a unified answer or the priest takes cue on the crowd's reaction on their faces.. this one was different.. he literally asked and waited for someone to come in front.. I think a kid spoke first, then a old woman? Sorry, all I can see was some people's back.. Talk about QandA portion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was about to end, I found it weird when he said, "Before I finish my homily, I want you all to listen to a reflection song.." My reaction, was "Grabe, retreat ba tong napuntahan natin?!". As the song was in the intro part, the priest wanted the song to be played all over again, since may video pa! (Bigatin tong simbahan na toh, it had 2 LCD projectors flanking the altar) Grabe.... Even Mom had a reaction.. She looked back at us, (Momsie and Dad was 2 pews ahead).. Even she, being oh-so-religious didn't stand it.. She later on said that it lacked substance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the mass dragged on, and after Communion, there was a performance by some youth.. first they sang like a chorale, then, as Ate would say with matching effects of turning off the lights, they danced (Pambihira!! Gusto ko na magNoche Buena!) Well, maybe the reason I didn't appreciate it was because I can't see the freakin' altar! Puro likod lang hassle... And as the last act of the night, the priest did some closing remarks, thanking some people... the thing is, he could have thanked the whole subdivision! He kept on saying "And lastly, I'd like to thank (insert name here) for (insert action here). With that, he finally said the closing prayer.. with a record mass... 2 hours (10:00 - 12:00)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Migs said as we stood "Was that short or what?" He said that we should be lucky enough to have 1 and a half hours of mass.. I immediately joked about how the priest did a one-time-big-time, performance-level mass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we travelled back to tito's home and had the usual Noche Buena, and we joked about the whole mass in our meals.. we opened our gifts.. ate some more, joked some more, made fun of many things.. At 2:00 am we were about to leave, we took our family pictures, by their Christmas tree, their stairs, and the joking continued *tara dun, tayo sa banyo!* *tara dun naman sa kwarto ni Topet!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that we travelled home... Nalagas ang 60 pesos kong load sa kakatext ng Merry Christmas.. I guess I'll post next time what I did on Christmas Day itself... haba na pala nito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came in colder this year, but it was worth it nonetheless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-113550652745555361?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/113550652745555361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=113550652745555361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113550652745555361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113550652745555361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2005/12/state-of-consciousness-christmasly.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-113541832545714208</id><published>2005-12-24T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T17:58:45.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>State of Consciousness: Christmas Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Cool, Relaxed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... It's Christmas Eve once again... the next time I'll post, it'll be Christmas Day already... The day started just like any other day.. *Nasigawan pa ako ni Momsie, dahil puro tulog nalang ginawa ko, Sowee Mom!* Helped Mom in getting our car looked at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just slept thru the afternoon... and now, we're getting ready to visit our relatives sa West Grove.. where it's sure to be quiet. Just can't help the fact... that the one gift I really like and have been praying to receive above all.. that one gift... I won't be receiving it again this year. Well, they say God won't give what you don't need.. Hell, maybe I don't need it, anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do? I won't lie to myself.. I know I'll be super-duper happy when I get that gift... I've been longing for it.. Maybe for too long already... besides.. I went thru alot of hurt and whole lot of joy too.. What I'm saying is.. I guess I'm glad enough to be able to reconnect with her.. Just happy enough as it is... Friendship is means a whole lot for me... It's attached to so many things.. Trust - I'll always have your back.. Joy - Give me a chance and I'll make you laugh as long as you want.. so many things.. Pain - I can't make it go away, pero dadamayan kita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, I know I can never be as close to that gift as before. Can't tell why, but I sort of... sense it... Sure, I'm close enough to scratch the surface, but I'm throughly convinced that I can never dig deeper than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas never came colder, but I'll stick with it..&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-113541832545714208?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/113541832545714208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=113541832545714208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113541832545714208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113541832545714208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2005/12/state-of-consciousness-christmas_24.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-113535124063773712</id><published>2005-12-23T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:20:40.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>State of Consciousness: Book-Worm-Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;br /&gt;Book: The Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you may have read this book months before... in fact, I could have read it before too.. it's always been laying around the house, and for some strange reason, I finally picked up the book and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite short. I read it starting 8:00 pm a while ago and finished it about 10:30 pm... the book, I'm sure will not have it's movie version, since its too short to be one, and too much full of stuff.. too many rambling ideas.. too many dreams to done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Maybe that was my mind speaking.. Alot of things do relate to me in this book.. Every person dreams, and after that initial step of "I'm-gonna-make-my-dream-come-true!", full of enthusiasm and determination, it's as if one can do everything, nothing is impossible. And as the journey in achieving one's dreams goes, one encounters a whole lot of things, things that stray us away from the goal. It may not neccesarily be something that is evil, but rather something that causes you to be content. I'm not saying that you should be greed about things, but rather you should not settle for less.. A.K.A as the Filipino term as "Okei Na".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it is obviously what I'm trying to achieve now that I'm 3 years deep into college.. I always say to myself, that at this point, there is no turning back. I'm at that point of no return. This course, better known as Architorture, is itself tough, tiring, exhausting, exasperating, and to top it off, it burns thru our wallets! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mail came in this morning with my grades from UST last sem. Never knew snail mail would come at a... snail's pace.. Even if I have already shown my parents my grades when they came out sa net, they were still happier.. Heck, I know I did WAY better than I did during my first and second years. I can't help but realize that I like it when they are proud of me. Syempre, dalawa ba naman uno! And with that, I can really say that I've been doing what I pledged to do when this school year started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no turning back, there's no where to go but blazing forward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-113535124063773712?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/113535124063773712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=113535124063773712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113535124063773712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113535124063773712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2005/12/state-of-consciousness-book-worm.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-113517535201773608</id><published>2005-12-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:29:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>State of Consciousness: Post - Paskuhan Blues&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Indecisive&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Paskuhan: Started with a bang and ended with a band. (Oh di ba it rhymes?) The fireworks was just astounding, after missing it last year since we didn't have any fireworks back then, the 5-10 or so minutes of fireworks was sooooooo much fun. *Astig grabe!!* My expressions were recorded in Cha's phone, apparently catching my scream when falling debris from fireworks suddenly hit me and Ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, its not those "manually" lit firework displays like we do in New Year.. you know, a person running close to do fireworks, lighting it, running a few steps back, blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday was the last time I'll UST before the year ends. A reminiscing mood set in.. So many things happened this whole year inside the campus. New friendships were formed, older relationships rekindled, lovers remained as lovers, enemies became friends, friends became enemies, partnerships grew strong, blah blah blah and all that stuff happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is ensured...&lt;br /&gt;Joy is achieved...&lt;br /&gt;Prowess is flaunted...&lt;br /&gt;Victory is impressive...&lt;br /&gt;Pain is envitable...&lt;br /&gt;Suffering is evervescent...&lt;br /&gt;Grief is in denial...&lt;br /&gt;Love is lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-113517535201773608?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/113517535201773608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=113517535201773608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113517535201773608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113517535201773608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2005/12/state-of-consciousness-post-paskuhan.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19926475.post-113475246953550944</id><published>2005-12-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:06:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;State of Consciousness: Post-Plate Submission Relaxation Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mood: Rested..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, I'd never thought&lt;/span&gt; I'd find the time to be able to post.. It's just about the first half of this semester.. And suprisingly, I'm exhausted!! Well, yeah, I know it's part of the course, blah blah blah, heck, I know I can take it, but lately, I just didn't have the inspiration nor the momentum to go on. Architecture taking its toll on me? Not really.. It's more of finding myself performing less than last semester. Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/1600/Smell%20of%20Success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2122/1982/320/Smell%20of%20Success.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud.. Heck, come to think of it, it's the only cash, monetary thing that I've made my whole life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something. Maybe someone, who could help me finish this sem. Something, that could bring me, to blazing glory. Someone, who'd always have my back. Something, that could make ask for more. Someone, who'd inspired me.. inspire me so much that I'd want to be just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, what the hell.. I'll bounce back when the New Year comes. For now, I'll celebrate Christmas like every other person... it'll make it count since last year, I didn't feel it too much.. Stupid plate got in the way.. Even New Year.. looking forward to that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not yet Christmas, but too me, it already come yesterday pa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19926475-113475246953550944?l=flowflowfie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/feeds/113475246953550944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19926475&amp;postID=113475246953550944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113475246953550944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19926475/posts/default/113475246953550944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowflowfie.blogspot.com/2005/12/state-of-consciousness-post-plate.html' title=''/><author><name>The Flow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839451526474567501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
