<?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-2454221884115541267</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:13:45.467-07:00</updated><category term='plant'/><category term='squat'/><category term='pilipino'/><category term='ant'/><category term='ako'/><category term='Jesus our Savior'/><category term='paolo'/><category term='God'/><category term='lipad'/><category term='bahay'/><category term='mahirap'/><category term='alone'/><category term='happy'/><category term='halaman'/><category term='pilipinas'/><category term='cute'/><category term='peralta'/><category term='smile'/><category term='important'/><category term='words.hurt'/><category term='hoku'/><category term='up'/><category term='ikaw'/><category term='mayaman'/><category term='house'/><category term='vincent'/><category term='salita'/><category term='masaya'/><category term='love'/><category term='Sin'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='broken'/><category term='filipino'/><title type='text'>Child's Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>Learn.Laugh.react.Live...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-2426036842496482535</id><published>2010-04-05T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:16:13.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indi Mawari Kung anong Mangyayari</title><content type='html'>Limang sigundong huminto ang mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nang tumitig ka sa mga mata ko,&lt;br /&gt;kasama ang matamis mong ngiti&lt;br /&gt;O kay sarap isiping muli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayo'y naghahangad na makita ka muli&lt;br /&gt;Upang masuklian ang ngiting di pinagkait&lt;br /&gt;dahil noon ako ay nahiya&lt;br /&gt;na ipakita ang nahihiyang damdamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit bakit di ko nawari&lt;br /&gt;na ika'y wala na sa aking paligid&lt;br /&gt;Paano kaya maibabalik&lt;br /&gt;Ang ngiting di pinagkait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, bukas kaya makita na kita?&lt;br /&gt;KAilan uli magdadampi ang ating mga mata?&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi, O wag naman sana&lt;br /&gt;Pero sana maibalik ko PA&lt;br /&gt;  -ang ngiting iyong di pinagkait. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-2426036842496482535?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2426036842496482535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=2426036842496482535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/2426036842496482535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/2426036842496482535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/indi-mawari-kung-anong-mangyayari.html' title='Indi Mawari Kung anong Mangyayari'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-8208573228240890668</id><published>2010-02-23T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:04:54.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a World Where Diploma Defines Success.. :D</title><content type='html'>If I will face with a question,"what will I give up, study or work?" that would be the toughest question I will face. My college life have always been the hardest challenge for me. Since the day I realized that I DO NOT HAVE ALL the time in the world to focus with something that is not my cup of tea (and not what I want to do throughout my life),   it had been very hard for me to focus on my academic. College is very FRUSTRATING. Of course I never expected it to be easy, but I expect it to be fun and CONSTRUCTIVELY challenging. I hate it that every semester I get a failed mark then ask myself, "why??? bakkkeeet?" though I know lack of focus caused that. I made myself a loser in this field while I know I can be successful if I just.... "...If I just...," - a frustrated line. Since first year I planned to shift course but circumstances won't allow me. I always hope that i will find happiness in this field I am taking, I hope I will fall in love with the course, but things got worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I start to work.It is my second month working as a call center agent. Luckily, I enjoy the work. I can already help my family, I can finance myself, I'm happy with what i am doing. Every morning, I am able to sleep with smiles on my face. I can say that I am happy now. But until when can I keep this job? Is there still career advancement for me? Will I grow as an individual? will i grow as a professional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS A GAME. It is not where you are standing right now, but it is more of how you will cope with the present circumstances.Everytime I start to think about my future, I remember what my trainer, Marc, said, "majority are not working with the field they took. Some are just lucky to know what they want to do at the beginning." All I ever want to do is to teach and reach out people. Career advancement, please do knock at my door. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. Ciao. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-8208573228240890668?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8208573228240890668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=8208573228240890668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8208573228240890668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8208573228240890668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-world-where-diploma-defines-success.html' title='In a World Where Diploma Defines Success.. :D'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-8473153794459906923</id><published>2010-01-05T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:09:54.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" When everything seems not right, move left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for us to take the wrong turn. At certain point, we made wrong decisions. It's okay, I think. No one is perfect, so why not try to admit we are wrong. What bad is, sticking to the WRONG decisions we made. Thus, making things worse. Thus, wastes more time. Thus, keeping us hated. Thus, making us regret. Thus, increasing our pride 'til we notice that we are numb, people laugh at us, etcetera etcetera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a jungle. The wild is out there. We can either be a prey or a predator. So what! haha. Just a filler in this note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is always there waiting but time do run out. When will we take the action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROCASTINATION KILS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com/play/94047/Alicia_Keys-Karma" target=_blank&gt;Alicia Keys - Karma Mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-8473153794459906923?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8473153794459906923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=8473153794459906923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8473153794459906923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8473153794459906923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-everything-seems-not-right-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-4761203075823087507</id><published>2009-06-29T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:56:02.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way</title><content type='html'>SCRAP. This is how I define myself now. Me a year ago is entirely different from what i am now. I stood for what I believe and I found myself in a core of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not seek for attention (though posting this MIGHT make a commotion)  nor companionship. What I am after is to preserve my relationship with my few good buddies, meeting new people is just an accessory. Not until I found a group of people that I thought I can call "FRIENDS." Those whom I shared my secrets, &lt;br /&gt;I laughed with, I learned with. But the smiles suddenly gone when I smelled the stinks in a box of flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I was back stabbed. Now I don't know who to trust, or should I still trust? Again, I am not seeking for attention. I never intended to be the "talk of the town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept secrets of others more careful than I keep mine. I tried to be as honest as i could to avoid misjudgment from the prejudice of malicious minds. But some things are meant to be kept. If I am the "pain-in-your-ass", I have no time to mind you! I'll enjoy my life while you suffer on your INSECURITIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe ALONE but I'll never be LONELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me popular, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-4761203075823087507?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4761203075823087507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=4761203075823087507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4761203075823087507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4761203075823087507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-way.html' title='No Way'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-8806686564607428943</id><published>2009-06-27T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:45:04.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Up</title><content type='html'>"It takes a lot of Courage to give things up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in time, we need to put down the most precious stone we hold for something better(as we think of it). Though there is the risk of the unknown. We'll never know what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An event had just happen that was really life-changing. The lost of what I am waiting for 7 years (and still counting? nah!). I am very disappointed of what had just happened. For all the negative rumors, I'd cover it. It turns that I believe to what i want to believe. I overlook the most obvious and try to look beyond what people see and found myself staring at a lie. Tears roll down, heart beats fast, the sun goes down, EVERYTHING becomes nonsense. Then, DOMINO effect exists. I'd been bad, lost my direction, finding happiness in the dark, doubt every people I encounter, and even tried to play with their feelings. Life is nonsense. And this world is about using people. I just cant accept the fact that i am waiting for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do but to move on. I had been trapped on a beautiful nightmare. Though how I wish to live on that nightmare, I must be thankful that now I am really awake. Thus opening my eyes to reality makes me see the real sunshine. That there are more wondrous things to see in the real world than that beautiful nightmare. More LOVE, more happiness. I had been freed from diamond ties. Now i have the opportunity to find and hold on "HAPINESSES*" that I have and will have soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GOES ON. SO AM I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I use happiness here as a noun. Pauso lng. wahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-8806686564607428943?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8806686564607428943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=8806686564607428943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8806686564607428943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8806686564607428943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2009/06/hands-up.html' title='Hands Up'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-5153451126925669130</id><published>2009-05-09T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T04:15:08.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of NYC</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile. mabilis lang pala ang 2 months. haha. Knowing new people, building relationships with them, then seperating ways. that had been a great ride! Love you  NYC People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE WITH JIN and KUYA ONIN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOZOWPJgh1k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOZOWPJgh1k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLIDESHOW MADE By OCEANSHY   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGd7I94C2VY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGd7I94C2VY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLIDESHOW MADE BY ENTENG     :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NO5saDuuqgs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NO5saDuuqgs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTORY OF GIPS BATCH 2 -2009-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later pIpz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-5153451126925669130?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5153451126925669130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=5153451126925669130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5153451126925669130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5153451126925669130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2009/05/memoirs-of-nyc.html' title='Memoirs of NYC'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-8753348562089969540</id><published>2009-03-04T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:03:13.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redirection</title><content type='html'>Lunch break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isangp agbabago ang aking tiatahak. Unti-unti, umaalis na ko sa mundo ng iresponsabilidad at "absolute freedom." dahil ngayon, sinusubukan kong tumayo sa sarili kong mga paa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! nagda-drama lang ako. isa parin akong dependent s aking mga magulang. Sinusubukan ko lang kung kaya ko ng mag-commit sa isang responsibilidad kung saan magagamit ko ang aking mga kakayahan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrama pa ren. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa bago kong pinagkakaabalahan, sana naman ako'y magtagumpay. masaya ako ngayon, at sana magtuluy-tuloy ang kaligayahan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat sa inyo. Di ko napansin na isang taon na pala ang blog na ito. Sana makasulat pa rin ako ng matinong entry. di tulad nito na isang crap lng. hahA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOt.A.Child.Anymore :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-8753348562089969540?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8753348562089969540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=8753348562089969540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8753348562089969540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8753348562089969540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/redirection.html' title='Redirection'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-6455305504172333004</id><published>2009-02-07T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:11:06.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewan Ko Ba</title><content type='html'>Ang Paborito kong ekspresyon nung ako'y nasa unang baitang ng kolehiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EWAN KO BA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan ko noon habang binibilang ng kamag-aral ko kung ilang beses kung binanggit ang salitang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EWAN KO BA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga bagay sa mundo na hindi natin alam kung bakit nagaganap. Kung bakit kailangan mangyari. Kung bakit ganito, kung bakit ganyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EWAN KO BA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming bagay ang hindi naten nalalaman. Mga kapangitan na nakukubli sa kagandahan ng nakikita. At kasawiang nakatago sa mga matitingkad na ngiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EWAN KO BA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadaan ang kasalukuyan na parang kumakaripas na hangin, Maalala ang nakaraan na may ngiti o sakit... Mababanggit ang mga katagang, 'kung sana lang...' AAsa sa magandang hinaharap kahit ang pighati ay matindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit pa darating ang bukas kung ang mangyayari ay pareho lamang ng kasalukuyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit kailangan may dumating, at pag napamahal, siya'y lilisan din.&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit sa sampung darating na mga kaibigan, iisa lamang ang maiiwan.&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit masasaktan pag naaalala ang masasayang sandali...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit tinatawanan na lng ang mgap agkakamali sa nakaraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung bat kailangan ipanganak kung tayo'y lilisan din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit kinakailangan ng makakasama gayong pwede namang mabuhay mag-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming katanungan, nasaan ba ang kasagutan? Ewan ko ba kung bakit may mga bagay na mabuting nakatago na lang at hndi na kailanman makita pa. Ewan ko ba kung bakit kailangan na lamang ngumiti, sumabay sa agos ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba, kung ba't may mga katanungan na hndi na kailangan ng kasagutan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-6455305504172333004?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6455305504172333004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=6455305504172333004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6455305504172333004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6455305504172333004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ewan-ko-ba.html' title='Ewan Ko Ba'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-5251673861339325190</id><published>2008-12-06T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:14:52.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in the Perspective of a Dull-witted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/STs1LPXBBmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2kb4tgD7pVk/s1600-h/eiangmadrama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/STs1LPXBBmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2kb4tgD7pVk/s400/eiangmadrama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276869855612569186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Model: Ria Garcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/X0-c-cGc0g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/X0-c-cGc0g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love makes you smile then makes you cry. Love inspires then confuses. Love makes you care then leads you to hate. And yet, it's only love that can ease the pain and help you move on once again."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-a text message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tor.pe- &lt;/span&gt;an spanish adjective. synonymous to awkward, clumsy, stupid, dull-witted. -  that is the denotative definition of the word torpe. But connotatively, we use this word to describe people who are afraid to confess their feelings to the one they love due to an specific or innumerable reason.  But whatever the reasons may be, the word ' afraid' can surely be seen on the list. Afraid of getting hurt, afraid of rejection, afraid of commitment, afraid of something that cannot be seen. Yes, fear makes people stagnant. But behind the word afraid, there are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; reasonable reasons&lt;/span&gt; which surely makes you understand why such 'torpe' people exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear is everyone's weakness.&lt;/span&gt; But as my friend wisely stated, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;courage arises when there is fear.&lt;/span&gt; If there's no fear, courage does not exist at all.' The primary reason why these torpe people exist because of fear. But how does these fear arises? These fear arises because of the same reason why we must have courage, LOVE. It is love of hurting their selves and hurting someone they love that they choose to keep silent despite of the big need of to care and be cared. It is a big sacrifice for those people to be dormant. the 'what-ifs' and the 'can i'  are always on their mind. What if I done that? What if I cant meet her expectations? What if I am not the one for her?  Can i give what she want? Can i be her knight her and shining armor? Can i be the one? A smile of a torpe lies many questions that, unfortunately, sometimes remain unanswered forever. Also, the fear of de Javu - that something happens in the past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; happen again. People who valued someone (to the point that they lose the value of themselves) and lost them afraid that history might repeat itself. It is the hurt of the past that makes the fear arise. Either whose  fault, separation is  painful. It is love of oneself that he don't want it to happen again. It is masochism to let the same pain hurt you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinking what's the best for the one they love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hese people think that they are not enough to the one they love. They have high respect to that person to the point that the insecurities started to blow their minds. Some of them strive to be worthy of the prize while most, unfortunately, just let the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chances&lt;/span&gt; pass. It is not because they are wimp, but it is because up to the most unreasonable thought, they choose to let that person happy. They choose to give the best to that one -  that they are willing to sacrifice their own happiness for the happiness of another. Love is setting other free.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge of right and wrong. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How could something so wrong feels so right all along?" Sometimes people are blinded by what they feel. But some of these torpe people who maybe refuse to live with the norms (or living with the norms),  wait for the right time, and right situation until they realize that the right time and right situation already passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are roughly made.&lt;/span&gt; It is a choice on how we respond to the situation. Torpe is not a negative term at all.  Good reasons lies behind that cruel 5-letter word.   It is not always fear, but lack of courage.  Fear is unreasonable but lack of courage have a basis - a decision chosen. I still believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you love, you say it. &lt;/span&gt;But as a former torpe, I understand their side. Again, fear  and lack of courage make us stagnant. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what ifs of being with someone&lt;/span&gt; soon becomes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if i told her?&lt;/span&gt; Results may be good or bad. Either way, at least you are able to practice your right of expression. Be not a communist of yourself. Life is too short to be filled with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUvyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So close, yet so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-5251673861339325190?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5251673861339325190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=5251673861339325190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5251673861339325190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5251673861339325190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-in-perspecrive-of-dull-witted.html' title='Love in the Perspective of a Dull-witted'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/STs1LPXBBmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2kb4tgD7pVk/s72-c/eiangmadrama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-3827456068639968609</id><published>2008-11-29T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:50:12.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CF Eb</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLF0M9IlvWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLF0M9IlvWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-3827456068639968609?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3827456068639968609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=3827456068639968609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/3827456068639968609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/3827456068639968609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/cf-eb.html' title='CF Eb'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-7151660253928663988</id><published>2008-11-28T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:35:09.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supply Chain Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/km2noUIUMg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/km2noUIUMg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/vvLw3V/music/qhYSYW6m/the_red_jumpsuit_apparatus_damn_regret_acoustic/"&gt;Damn Regret (Acoustic) - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himala. Since nung pasukan, kinasanayan ko nang gumising ng alas tres ng madaling araw. Wala namang gagawin, magmumuni-muni lang tapos kakaen nang marami dahil madalas kong nai-skip ang dinner ko. Himala. Kasi ngayong araw alas nueve y media na ko gumising. Pero di mawawala ang pag mumuni-muni. Naimagine ko kanina na meron ang bahay. Hindi lang basta-basta bahay. Isang glass house. Na nagtatakbuhan ang mga anak ko (oha! haha) May garden, tapos may pilipit na  hagdanan at may chandelier na red and cream ang kulay at mahaba. At siyempre nandun si labs (sa chandelier nakasabit? haha) sa iniimagine kong bahay. Then ung bahay, may basement, isang kuwarto para sa akin kung saan pede kong gawin ang pagmumuni-muni ko. Tapos bigla kong naisip, 'awts. MAHAL YUN! Wag yun! MAHHAAALL' Tapos bigla kong naisip kung may tatlo kaming katulong sa laki ng bahay na iyon, 15,000 yun, tapos magkano pa kuryente nun. MAHAL talaga.  Kaya dali-dali kong pinalitan ang iniimagine ko kasi nakakadepress. Inimagine ko na lang na magkasama kami ni labs, napag-uusapan namin ung future house namen, tapos sabi ko sa kanya,"&lt;her&gt;, gusto mo ba ng malaking bahay? gusto ko kasi sana simple lang. May rooftop lang masaya na ko. Ayokong masanay mabuhay ng magarbo kasi baka kainin tayo nito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil imagination ko iyon, wala siyang magagawa kundi sabihin ang matamis na,"OO, okey lang. Basta magkasama tayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos ang nakakadepress na pagmumuni-muni. ONE GOOD DAY COMING UP! Dahil wala akong makaen, pumunta na lang akong PC shop para dun mag-almusal. Isang masarap na burger ni LUZ at RC softdrink. SAbay nagbukas ng friendster account, at nabasa ang isang post sa bulletin galing sa isa kong friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ito yun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/her&gt;&lt;table class="messagestable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="field"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="value"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="field"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="value"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="field"&gt;Subject:&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="value" id="bbsubjtxt"&gt;THIS ONE IS NICE. AWWTS. TINAMAAN AKO hehe&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="field"&gt;Message:&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="value" id="bbbodytxt"&gt; &lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Tumatanda ka na, Kaibigan!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;Nasa Friday Magic Madness na yung mga paborito mong kanta. Nakaka-relate ka na sa Classic MTV.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;Lesbiana na yung kinaaaliwan mong child star dati.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;Nanay at tatay na lagi ang role ng crush na crush mong matinee idol noon .&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;Dati, pag may panot, sisigaw ka agad ng "PENDONG!".&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;Ngayon, pag may sumisigaw nun, ikaw na yung napapraning.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;Parang botika na ang cabinet mo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;May multivitamins, vitamin E, vitamin C, royal jelly, tsaka ginko biloba.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;Dati, laging may inuman. 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                }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;napalitan na ng walang katapusang pagrereklamo&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;tungkol sa kumpanya ninyo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;Wala na ang best friend mo na lagi mong pinupuntahan&lt;/div&gt; 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Pera na ang nagpapatakbo ng buhay mo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;Alipin ka na ng Meralco, PLDT, SkyCable, Globe, Smart, at Sun.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;Alipin ka ng Midnight Madness.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;Alipin ka ng tollgate sa expressway.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;Alipin ka ng credit card mo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;Alipin ka ng ATM.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;Alipin ka ng BIR.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;Dati-rati masaya ka na sa isang platong instant pancit canton.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;Ngayon, dapat may kasamang italian chicken ang fettucine alfredo mo. Masaya ka na noon pag nakakapag-ober- da-bakod&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;kayo para makapag--swimming.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;Ngayon, ayaw mong lumangoy kung hindi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;Boracay o Puerto Galera ang lugar.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;Dati, sulit na sulit na sa yo ang gin pomelo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;Ngayon, pagkatapos ng ilang bote ng red wine, maghahanap ka ng San Mig Light o Vodka Cruiser.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;Wala ka nang magawa.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;Sumasabay ang lifestyle mo sa income mo. 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                var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;Hanapin mo ang dahilan kung bakit nilagay ka rito.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;Kung ang buhay mo ngayon ay uulit-ulit lang hanggang maging singkwenta anyos ka na, magsisisi ka.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;Lumingon ka kung paano ka nagsimula, isipin ang mga tao at mga bagay na nagpasaya sa yo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;Balikan mo sila.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;Ikaw ang nagbago, hindi ang mundo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;SA TOTOO LANG...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awts. Tinamaan din ako eh. May plano na ako kung paano gagamitin ang finances ko in the future. May allocation na ako kung para saan doon ang pang-ipon, para saan ang pag-gastos, at kung ano ang mga essential na bagay na dapat bilhin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sasabay nga rin ba ako sa agos ng aking sweldo at sa agos ng mundo? Makakalimutan ko kaya ang mga taong kasama ko sa laban para maabot ang pangarap? Ang mga taong nakakapagpasaya sa akin? O ako kaya ay makakalimutan nila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya mabuhay kung alam natin kung paano gamitin ang meron tayo sa ngayon, dahil baka kung anong meron tayo ngayon, ay siya rin mawala bukas. Mawawala, either by our decision or by fate's decision. But it is ours who hold our fate. So by simple analogy, therefore, our decision is our fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya na akong nakakapagdance revo kasama ang barkada, masaya na akong kumakaen ng burger, nakikipagpitikan, tumatambay sa Quiapo, nakikipagchat, nakikikanta kahit wala sa tono, at iba pa. At kung mawawala iyun, baka mawala na ren ako. Magbabago ba ako? SAna hindi. Magbabago rin ba kayo? Sana hindi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous Aime mes amis!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-7151660253928663988?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7151660253928663988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=7151660253928663988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/7151660253928663988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/7151660253928663988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/supply-chain-management.html' title='Supply Chain Management'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-8139650588193394702</id><published>2008-11-12T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:59:12.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No one really knows what lies ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang tasang kape, dalawang tasa ng kanin, isang pirasong piniritong footlong, isang babasahin - ito ang tipikal na almusal para sa aken. Tatayo, uupo, tatayo, maglalakad, mag-iisip, mag-iisip, mag-iisip. DI naman alam kung ano ang dapat isipin o ano ang iisipin. Muni-muni, tatlumpung minutong pagmumuni.Bigla na lang ako mapapa "&lt;em&gt;sh*T! Late na ko. WaaaaaaHHHH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Pagtapos ng dalawang taon, ngayon na lang uli ako nagkaroon ng pang-umagang pasok. Alas siyete y media ng umaga ang klase. Alas sais ng umaga dapat nakaalis na. Para sa isang batugang tulad ko na ang alam lang ay magbilang ng buhangin, mahirap gawin 'to. Dati ang gising ko ay alas otso. Iyun na ang pinakamaaga. Nakakakain pa ko ng marami, nakakapanuod ng spongebob squarepants sa channel payb. Pero ngayon? Di ko na mabuksan ang tv. Kung makakanuod man ako, replay na documentary lang ang makikita ko. Kung ililipat ko naman ang istasyon, bukod na malalate ako dahil sa kalibangan, magagalit pa sa akin ang ate ko pag nagsing sila dahil sa &lt;em&gt;*ehem*&lt;/em&gt; GOLDEN VOICE ko na medyo nawalan ng kinang sanhi ng tinatawag na "pagbibinata." Ang masaklad pa, alas sais dapat ang alis ko, pero alas sais din ang gising ko. DI na ko nakakakain, ligo na lng at tutbrus at 30 minutes na pagmumuni-muni &lt;hindi&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumakaripas ng takbo, dali-daling pumapara, masama kung lalagpsan ka pa ng bus at punuan. Hindi pwendeng mamili ng sasakyan. Malas pag buhayang tsuper pa ang masasakyan mo. Magbabasa na lang ako sa bus ng mga librong na kung babasahin mo ay para kang kinakantahan ng lullaby dahil sobrang nakakaantok. Dagdag pa ang pagduyan sa iyo ng bus na pinong-pino. HUwag lang sana mapahimbing kundi lalagpas ka sa dapat mong babaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap ang pagbabago - NAKAKATAKOT. Di mo alam kung ano ang dapat maramdaman at ano ang dapat gawin. ANo ba ang pagbabagong nangyayari? Para sa ikabubuti ko o ikasasama ko? Maraming magsasabing, mabuti yun, pero may nagsasabi ring hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino ang papakinggan ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makikinig ba ko sa TNP &lt;tibok&gt;o sa mga taong nakapaligid sa akin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino papakinggan ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking utak, puso, atay, tiyan o balunbalunan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap talikuran ang isang bagay lalo na't kung ito ay nakasanayan mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly miss spongebob squarepants, patrick, Mr. Krabs, Squidward, plankton, gary, sandy and the rest. I miss having push-ups and curl-ups after waking up &lt;puro&gt;. But what can I do? If I would not adopt to the changes, mapag-iiwanan ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I change, Everything Changes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung patuloy tayong magmumukmok sa saya ng nakalipas o sa dilim ng naraan, di natin makikita ang magandang kasalukuyan at mapangarap na hinaharap. Kung ano ang nakaraan, di na iyun magbabago. Kung ano ang hatid ng hinaharap, walang nakakaalam.&lt;br /&gt;TAnging ang kasalukuyan ang nasa ating mga kamay. Kung anong meron, enjoy! wag isipin kung ano ang wala kahit na ito ay mas madaling makita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Katulad ng pagwala ng kinang ng golden voice ko, ayun naman ang pagkamulat ko sa katotohanan na hindi lahat ng bagay ay permanente. Na minsan, mayroon tayo, at bukas, maaaring mawala ito.  At pag nawala na, wala na talaga. Wala nang magagawa.Di dapat malungkot, dahil makakasama lang ito. Dapat ngumiti at umasa sa mas magandang darating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Katulad ng pagbago ng sched ko, nabawasan na ang masarap na buhay ko. Ngunit matututunan ako nitong madisiplina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masakit ang pagbabago, pero kung masaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maaring madapa, pero hindi masamang bumangon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kakaliwa, kakanan, diretso, natapilok, walang nakakita, takbo na sa klasrum! nandun na ang prof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CiaO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-8139650588193394702?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8139650588193394702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=8139650588193394702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8139650588193394702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8139650588193394702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-4273534590459750507</id><published>2008-10-29T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:16:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Those Who Question My Faith</title><content type='html'>Currently, I am undergoing in an identity crisis. Identity denotative description is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" The distinct personality of an individual regarded as a persisting entity; individuality.&lt;/span&gt;" It is not the confusion of preference  but a confusion of who i really is. A search of truth, my nature, who made me and how i suppose to live. As the word identity defined, I am finding my individuality. Right now, i don't give regards into religion, atheism, mores and norms. It is only me. ABOUT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My close friends know that i am a late bloomer. Since my birth, i can say it with conviction that I strictly observe and follow the rules. It is in college that I become open about having a girlfriend, sex, drugs, political issues, kaJOLOGan, cheating, pregnancy, and different issues that i must know when i am in high school. It is just now that I began to watch porn, experience lustful desires, vices, etc. . It is just now that i began to see the real world.I am not living for my self, but i am living for my family, friends and our God. I am happy-go-lucky, do not experience so much struggles, always look at life in a positive manner. And now, I had decided to explore the world i am living. As I always say, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" I cannot appreciate light  if I do not know what it feels in the dark." &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot shout &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;praise GOD, glory be to Him, You reign on High&lt;/span&gt; when I know that i am not okay. If I do that at the stage that i am in a confusion, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am not giving Him praise, but i am giving Him shame.&lt;/span&gt; I am not stepping out of what i believe. And soon when I am weary and tired, surely i will come back to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant afford to be a hypocrite. That is the worst thing I will do. I LOVE GOD, and I do not want to put His name in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of my thoughts?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praising&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; GOD is not a fashion, it is a passion.&lt;br /&gt;Not an accessory to be worn, but a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not a scapegoat: To be with Him during depression and walking out in faith when prosperity achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praising Him is not for relaxation, but for a earnest devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many say it is not about religion, It's about the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt I think, it is better to state it this way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not about what's in, it is about authenticity of feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-4273534590459750507?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4273534590459750507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=4273534590459750507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4273534590459750507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4273534590459750507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-those-who-question-my-faith.html' title='To Those Who Question My Faith'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-8361252136040774838</id><published>2008-10-13T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:23:19.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang article kong off-topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPQVYssZ18I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4o1RvuAmtOc/s1600-h/1_951343076l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPQVYssZ18I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4o1RvuAmtOc/s400/1_951343076l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256850179106658242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_ZMRPGHweP"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_ZMRPGHweP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/QkNy7tR/music/Vz-Wo9Ma/boyce_avenue_on_my_way/"&gt;On My Way - Boyce Avenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang cute niya diba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so bizarre to see a plant rooted on a gutter. But the fact is, I am not happy seeing it. Any time it will die - so vulnerable, so brittle. But what makes me astonish is how it shine despite the fact that soon it will wither. The plant looks good though it is under a great struggle of survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer, Storm Jameson , said, "&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/happiness_comes_of_the_capacity_to_feel_deeply-to/9422.html"&gt;Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.&lt;/a&gt;"  Indeed we can find happiness if we live simply. Appreciate small details of life for we do not know that maybe those small details will become a BIG THING for us in the future. It is a need and a must to love and to be loved. We exist not for ourselves alone but for a reason, a purpose: To Love and be loved. To give importance and to be important, to share and to accept, to forgive and be forgiven, to teach and to learn. We are a big circle. One is connected to another and to another - an endless chain. Freedom is what we are longing. There is no absolute freedom. “No rules” is not freedom at all. Imagine if it is legal to kill someone, to steal and the like. That is chaos. The freedom is doing things which will make us happy without guilt feeling - things that will make someone happy. Freedom is not being dormant. It is taking risks to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, do not do things that we will regret in the future. Whom  we are today is what we are tomorrow. In sociology, there s two types of observation, participant and non-participant. Be a participant observer but do not go beyond the limitations. Again, who we are today is what we are tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the past, even if pain is all in it. The greatness of the present is because of the past's failures and successes, past. Past is all about things learned, wisdoms earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face TODAY, we cannot change the past nor control the circumstances of the future. Smile at the world and the world will smile back at us. No use to yearn over what had happened. Worrying the future is a senseless thing to do. Today is at our control. Be contented with what we have while striving what we will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope for the future. Hoping is different from expecting. Hoping desires to have good results of what we had done, while expecting is longing for something which is sometimes beyond reality. Hoping often brings motivation, while expecting brought us pressures. Hoping often results contentment, expectation produces frustration. We do not know what lies ahead. However, we must HOPE for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm on my way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.SmiLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-8361252136040774838?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8361252136040774838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=8361252136040774838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8361252136040774838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8361252136040774838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/ang-article-kong-off-topic.html' title='Ang article kong off-topic'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPQVYssZ18I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4o1RvuAmtOc/s72-c/1_951343076l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-7902915531060252973</id><published>2008-10-11T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:11:38.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vincent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ako'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahirap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bahay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayaman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peralta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halaman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant'/><title type='text'>PIKTYUR!</title><content type='html'>Haha! Pede pla maglagay ng pictures d2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. i2 ay nung umakyat ako ng bubong namen kac may nakita akong interesanteng halaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gagawan ko nga sana ng article yan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero more than the halaman, marami pa kong nakita haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AdIk&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbless :)&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfC--J-LI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WD7Le0Edn94/s1600-h/hlaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfC--J-LI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WD7Le0Edn94/s400/hlaman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255805270009444530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halaman sa Alulod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfCxJm1tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wVJR8BTrKFQ/s1600-h/langgam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfCxJm1tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wVJR8BTrKFQ/s400/langgam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255805266299377362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iisang Langgam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfC7Ygx_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BxpSE7kzIO0/s1600-h/tatlong+langgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfC7Ygx_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BxpSE7kzIO0/s400/tatlong+langgan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255805269046249458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatlong Langgam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfDNwMffI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XCyTXFuBWvw/s1600-h/squatterhorizon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfDNwMffI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XCyTXFuBWvw/s400/squatterhorizon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255805273977421298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batasan Pambansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfDDU5veI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2BnerDrApg4/s1600-h/maaraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfDDU5veI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2BnerDrApg4/s400/maaraw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255805271178591714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBddSxLz1I/AAAAAAAAADU/79uzUWfBjY4/s1600-h/hlaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnx for viewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-7902915531060252973?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7902915531060252973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=7902915531060252973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/7902915531060252973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/7902915531060252973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/piktyur.html' title='PIKTYUR!'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBfC--J-LI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WD7Le0Edn94/s72-c/hlaman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-4120179531175138591</id><published>2008-10-10T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:36:40.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayaw Niya kong bitawaN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPAfPlg69pI/AAAAAAAAADE/RTB2WC1yFus/s1600-h/1_981812006l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPAfPlg69pI/AAAAAAAAADE/RTB2WC1yFus/s400/1_981812006l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255735117770061458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUsto ko magwala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko magloko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko maging masama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit minsan lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero AYAW NIYA KONG BITAWAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganun Niya ko kamahal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganun ka ren Niya kamahal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For He is a GOD of CHANCES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ns to prosper&lt;/span&gt; you and not to harm you, plans &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to give you hope and a future&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPAe7XP9NOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Gv_vX17T45M/s1600-h/1_713150343l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPAe7XP9NOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Gv_vX17T45M/s400/1_713150343l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255734770343425250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-4120179531175138591?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4120179531175138591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=4120179531175138591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4120179531175138591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4120179531175138591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/ayaw-niya-kong-bitawan.html' title='Ayaw Niya kong bitawaN!'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPAfPlg69pI/AAAAAAAAADE/RTB2WC1yFus/s72-c/1_981812006l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-1919894863173689001</id><published>2008-09-27T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:50:38.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrama T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="19"&gt;7:30 pm.&lt;/st1:time&gt; Ito na ata ang simula ng pinakamatagal na sampung minuto ng buhay ko. BUkas ang aircon, nakatodo ang industrial fan, at umuulan sa labas, at malakas ang pag paypay ko.Pero bakit ang init pa ren?! Ito ba ang epekto ng Global Warming?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lahat tensiyonado. Ang ate ko umiiyak, ang nanay ko natataranta, ako… chill lang! :P . Pero sa lahat, tatay ko ang pinakamalungkot. Pangalawang beses ko pa lang siya nakitang umiyak. Ang una, three months ago. Iyon ang petsa na sinabi ng lolo ko na may taning na&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ang lola ko. At ngayon yung pangalawang beses. Ngayon ang 3 months ago. Oo, ngayon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unang pagkakataon na mararanasan kong may binawian ng buhay sa pamilya sa amin. Ngayon ko lang din nakita kung paano mag rereact ang mga tao sa paligid ko. Ngayon ko lang nakita yung ate kong umiyak nang ganun, ngayon ko lang nakitang tutitig ang isang walang muang sa umiiyak na matanda. Nakatitig ang bata sa sa tatay ko. Nagtataka siya  kung ano ang nangyayari. Kinuha niya ang pamaypay na hawak ko. At pinilit niyang paypayan ang tatay ko.  Alam niya ang nadarama mga tao sa paligid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dito ko rin nalaman kung paano ako magrereact sa ganitong sitwasyon. Chill lang talaga ako. Ayoko umiyak. Hindi naman kasi mabubuhay ang lola ko kung iiyak ako. Ayokong magtantrums, dahil hindi ko naman ginagawa yun. Pinilit kong ngumiti, pinilit kong magjoke. Pero corny ata yung joke ko. Lalo silang naiyak. Siguro kung inulit ulit ko pa yun pinalayas na ko nang bahay. Hinayaan kong umiyak ang tatay ko. Pinilit ko siyang pakalmahin. Pinilit ko ring pakalmahin ang nanay ko na pinipilit pakalmahin ang tatay ko pero sigaw siya ng sigaw(naintindihan niyo ba?).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kala ko okay ako. Pero habang sinusulat ko ito (at may isa akong kachat habang ginagawa ko ito) naiiyak ako. Ayoko munang ilabas. Mamaya na pag wala nang tao.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Natural lang siguro iyon, na naghihintay kang mapag-isa bago gawin ang isang bagay na importante sa buhay . Minsan, hindi sa kasiyaan ng ibang tao nahahanap ang solusyon. Kadalasan , sa pag-iisa. Kung kalian walang nakakakita, tiyaka ka nakakapag-isip. Kung kailan sa tingin mo ay wala nang direksiyon, tiyaka ka makakakita ng daan. OO, sa pag-iisa ko ginigugol ang kalungkutan. Kinakausap ang sarili, nilalabas ang sama ng loob. Sanay na ko. Dahil sa madilim na sulok, doon ko nakikita ang kapayapaan.&lt;/p&gt;MAHAL TAYO ng DIYOS.  Naniniwala ako dun. Magkakaron din ng kalutasan ang mga bagay bagay. Parte ng buhay ang kamatayan. Di mo nga lang alam kung kailan. Kaya dapat maging handa. sayang, di man lang nabasa ng lola ko ang tulang ginawa ko para sa kanya. Sayang, di man lang nasabi ng ate ko na mahal niya ang lola ko. Sayang, di namin nasulit ang huling dalaw ng lola ko. Medyo gasgas na itong sasabhin ko, habang buhay pa ang mahal mo, ipadama mo na. Dahil pag nawala na siya, di niya na malalaman kung gaano siya kahalaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angmasaklap pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawawala ang tulang ginawa ko! waaHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanapin ko n lang. popost ko d2 next tym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KO KAYO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KITA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, wherever you are... I know you are happy. we love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem, I made it for your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMPARO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one we love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I opened my eyes taken care by you&lt;br /&gt;   The strong voice I got used to&lt;br /&gt;   The touches, the kisses, the hugs, the love,&lt;br /&gt;   All are cherished never unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Your laughs, I want to see&lt;br /&gt;  Your despair, share it with me&lt;br /&gt;  Your struggles, it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;  Your success, such a joy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Your presence lingers&lt;br /&gt;   It is a protection from our fears,&lt;br /&gt;   A shield from adversities&lt;br /&gt;   Always be there for us, never let us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thank you for your love,&lt;br /&gt;  the wisdom you'd shared,&lt;br /&gt;  and the care you are giving.&lt;br /&gt;  Your love will be remembered, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I love you. We are here for you.&lt;br /&gt;   Don't lose hope for God is with you.&lt;br /&gt;   The strenght you once had,&lt;br /&gt;   Let the Almighty bring it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All the time you support us.&lt;br /&gt;   Giving our needs, fulfilling our wants.&lt;br /&gt;   Este Turno! to give something nack.&lt;br /&gt;   Muchas Gracias por ser nuestro -&lt;br /&gt;       Amparo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad, di mo natanggap nung nandito ka pa kasama namen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic lesson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them feel that they are loved before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnkZ for reading :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-1919894863173689001?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1919894863173689001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=1919894863173689001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/1919894863173689001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/1919894863173689001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/drap.html' title='Madrama T.T'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-2830905852850237256</id><published>2008-09-25T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:58:44.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano kayang title nito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bago ko simulan ang gusto kong sabihin, kanina nanuod ako ng news. Inumpisahan ang balita sa pagkapanalo ng Ateneo laban sa La Salle. "Congrats sa Ateneo" iyan ang nasa isip ko. Pero mayamaya nang mapagtanto ko na dalawa (o tatlo, ay  apat ata)   na segment ang nilaan para dito,  nasambit ko ang mga katagang, "uunlad ba ang Ekonomiya ng Pilipinas pag nanalo ang Ateneo sa laban?" Narinig ito ng nanay ko na nagreact ng isang malaking,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA??!"&lt;/span&gt; Nasa loob-loob ko, paktay?! Fan ba ng Ateneo o La Salle ang nanay ko? Ang ex niya ba ay galing dun? Magkano ang ikakaltas niya sa baon ko? Magiging tinapa na lang ba ang araw-araw kong baon na scrambled egg at hotdog (minsan meatloaf o longganisa para may variation. Pero kanina espesyal kasi ang parkner ng itlog ko ay kornd beep) ? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;exaggeration included=""&gt; &lt;/exaggeration&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pero  ito ang sinabi ng nanay ko, "Ay oo. Mayayaman yang mga yan." Haaaii... buti na lang hindi niya ko naintindihan. Biyaya pala na bulol ako. Grabe, para akong nabunutan ng makulet na tinga sa may bandang first molar. Whatta relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman ako bitter sa Ateneo o La Salle dahil hindi kasama ang *ehem* school namen sa UAAP. Pero napapansin ko lang na pumapanget na ang quality ng mga primetime news ngayon. Minsan ang news sa isang channel ay ang siya ring ipapalabas maya-maya sa isang channel. Ang balita sa umaga ay ang balita sa tanghali at sa gabi. Minsan nga balita kahapon ay ang balita rin ngayon. Para kang kumakaen ng scrambled egg araw araw. Ang matitinong mga balita(documentaries, ettc.)  ay napapanuod na lang sa oras kung saang gising na ang mga bampira, tikbalang at mga surot na  nangangagat. Tapos parang wala ng constant flow ang mga news programs.  Sa abot ng memorya ko, nung bata ako laging una ang welcome, tapos, balita sa krimen, tapos balita sa sport, tapos showbiz,  then international , tapos balita sa panahon (hinuhuli ata talaga ito para lubos na mag-abang at makinig ang mga estudyanteng tulad ko na naghahangad masuspend ang klase), tapos ba bye na tapos kunwari mag uusap pa ang mga hosts pero nakadim light. Ano kayang pinag-uusapan nila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, iniisip mo siguro na may katulad ang mga ideya na sinulat ko sa taas. Medyo fan kasi ako ng "magaling" na writer na si Bob Ong. Akusahan mo na akong plagiarist pero kaya ko nagustuhan ang sulat ni Bob Ong ay dahil may similarities kami sa experiences at ideas. Gusto ko nga sana siyang makita at makamayan dahil marami akong natutunan sa kanya (tulad ng kung paano itrato ang mga hayop, ano ang pinagkaiba ng pagsakay sa eroplano't barko, mga inventions due to necessity, paano pumatay ng ipis, paano maka cope up sa college, at mga ideyang simple, nakakatawa, pero patama).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ito na! ang pormal kong post (depende kung ano ang depinisyon mo ng pormal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Indi ko pa rin alam ang title*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina nagpunta kami sa SM Centerpoint (bayaran niyo ko sa pagaadvertise). Kumaen muna kami sa KFC. Hawak hawak ng klasmeyt ko ang "bonggang bongga" niyang cellphone na lagi kong hinihiram &lt;kasi&gt;. Masaya kaming kumaen,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nagpicture taking,&lt;/span&gt; kumaen, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagtawanan&lt;/span&gt;, kumaen, nag-asaran at kumaen.  Matapos kumaen, pumunta na kaming baggage counter para ipatago ang bags namin kahit di naman kami papasok ng supermarket. Gusto kong hiramin ang "bonggang bonggang" cellphone ng klasmeyt ko... Kaso nahihiya pa ako magpaalam. Maya maya, umakyat na kami sa 3rd floor para mag Quantum(kung binabayaran lang ako sa pag-aadvertise...) Kaya lang may nangyari. Isang kagimbal-gimbal, pambihira, at nakakalungkot na kaganapan, NAWAWALA ANG BONGGANG BONGGANG CELLPHONE NG CLASSMATE KO. ANg ginawa niya, tinanong niya kami isa-isa. Nagtanungan naman kami dahil baka joke joke lang ang mga nangyayari. Kasi minsan, sa mga mukha ng close na kabarkada, di mo na alam ang hitsura ng katotohanan at PRACTICAL JOKE. Nang mapagtanto namen na hindi na biro ang mga nagyayari, NAWAWALA TALAGA ANG BONGGANG BONGGANG CELLPHONE NG CLASSMATE KO. Edi hindi sila mapakali, (habang ine-enjoy namin ang paglalaro sa amusement park na nabanggit. ganyan pag true firends! hehe). Pero deep inside, nag-aalala na rin ako. Pano ung mga bago kong pix sa phone na iyon? Di pa na a upload? Yung video rin paano na? Kanino na ko magpapapiktyur ?(joke lng klasmeyt). Mahal ang BONGGANG BONGGANG cellphone na iyun. Nakakapanghinayang. Pero mas nalungkot ako sa hitsura ng classmeyt kong iyon. DI naman siya nagtrasform bilang hayop, malungkot lang talaga siya. At kahit anong tago niya sa nararamdaman niya, alam namin na nag-aalala siya. Kaya kami, moral support na lang. DI naman lalabas ang cellphone niya kung iiyak kami lahat. Kaya pinilit na rin naming maging masaya para magkaroon ng magandang ambiance. Hanggang nasambit na lang niya na,"wala na iyon." Sabi ko naman sa kanya, "nu ka ba?! makikita mo pa iyon." Kahit na sa loob loob ko ay nawawalan na rin ako ng pag-asa na maa-upload pa ang mga pictures ko doon.&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;HIndi ko alam kung hahangaan ko siya kasi handa siyang tanggapin ang nangyari o sasabihing sana binigay mo na lang sa akin ang BONGGANG BONGGANG cellphone mo. Pero siguro nga, ang kaligayahan ay di laging nakukuha sa pagkakaroon ng isang bagay (example, ang NAWAWALA ANG BONGGANG BONGGANG CELLPHONE NG KLASMEYT KO) . Nagsisimula rin ito sa pagsuko ng hindi mo na kayang hawakan. Mahirap. Pero unti-unti, nararamdaman mong wala ng bigat. &lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;At doon papasok ang kwento sa masakit kong ipin. Nung nakaraang buwan, laging masakit ang ngipin ko. Parang isang buong araw lang naman akong di nagtutbras at kumaen ng sandamakmak na minatamis, nagtampo na kaagad ang ngipin ko! Isa sa mga mabisa at hindi mahal na paraan para maalis ang sakit ng ngipin ay ang pagmumog ng tubig na nilagyan ng asin. Eepekto ito ng mga after 15 minutes. Pero mga 30 minutes lang din mawawala ang sakit. Ang masaklap, pag magmumumog ka uli ay dapat taasan mo ang content ng asin. Umabot ng mga tatlong araw na iyun ang remedy ko sa sakit ng ngipin. Hanggang umabot sa punto na ang minumumog ko na ay asin na nilagyan ng tubig.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I cannot take this anymore!! Mami!! PAPABUNOT NA KO! &lt;/span&gt;Pero dahil masakit pa ang ngipin ko, hindi ako dinala sa dentista. Isa ito sa mga pinakamiserableng parte ng buhay ko. After a week ng pagtitiis ko, tinanong ako ng nanay ko kung masakit pa ang ngipin ko. Sabi ko hindi na (kahit halata sa mukha ko ang pagkirot ng ngipin). Iyon ay dahil gusto ko nang matapos ang problema. Naisip ko kasing di naman talaga palaging masaya ang buhay. Minsan kailangan kong aminin na hindi ko na kaya. Kaya iyon, pagdating sa dentista, di rin ako binunutan. Di na rin ako bumalik sa dentista. DAhil sa pagtanggap ko na hindi ko na kaya, natuto akong bumangon at muling maging masaya. Hayop na ngipin yaN! Gagaling din pala! Sa ngayon hindi na masakit ang ngipin ko. Humahanap na lang ng tiyempo paa ipabunot.&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;Pero baka tsaka ko na uli maisipan magpabunot kapag sumasaket na uli.  Ayoko kasi yung pakiramdam na parang may kulang e. Pero naisip ko (uli) kanina, aanhin ko ang kumpleto kung ang isang parte nito ay nagbibigay ng matinding  pasakit? Mabuting kulang, basta maging masaya ako. Kaya siguro pagtapos ng ginal exams, magpapabunot na ako. At sana, makita na ang BONGGANG BONGGANG CELLPHONE ng klasmeyt ko.&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;At dito na matatapos ang post ko. Sana ganito na ang quality ng mga news ngeon.&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;Pag ni-feature nila ang mga ganitong balita, baka sumipag magtrabaho ang mgamamamayang Pilipino. Dahil pipiliin na lng nila patayin ang TV at gumawa ng something productive.&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;ciaO!&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;Ung mga kasama ko kanina, SALAMAT!&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;Ivan, ROmeo, Erika, Mikko R., Mikko M., Marlyn, at Darryl&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;Sa lahat ng bumasa, GODBLESS!&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kasi&gt;Sep. 27, 2008 3:00 am&lt;/kasi&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-2830905852850237256?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2830905852850237256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=2830905852850237256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/2830905852850237256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/2830905852850237256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ano-kayang-title-nito.html' title='Ano kayang title nito?'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-574333646779880055</id><published>2008-09-19T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:33:43.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAppy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>September 16: 2:05 am. I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 16: day of changes, resolutions, celebration, maturity, leveling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 16, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day i realized that i am not a child anymore. As I grow old, my world also mature. The days of innocent laughter are gone. Complexity is on my way. I must cope up with it. i MUST! or else, i will end up nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many struggles coming my way. Sometimes, I  just like to burst. I just want to give up. But I learned that  I must not.  All of these are gifts. And surely if I work hard, I can have the best things  in this  world. Good thing that I know God. For I know, He will provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 16: I opened my eyes, i found light. I opened my eyes,  and found out that i am not alone. There are people who will help me in my survival. Those people whom I loved, and who love me in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 16: A day to give thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the acquaintances, those who greeted me. Though I barely know them. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my online friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmela, Let us be the Lotus of our generation! salamaT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CFs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya OniN, ako ba c Binsoi? Salamat sa greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maku, haha!  gift ko ? ThNX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guia, binati mo ba ako? hahaha! ThNx !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my classmates, BSA 3 -17. thanks! though indi ko kayo nalibre, sorry tlga!haha! by the way,  ienjoy your company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tel- Happy birthday din!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MArlyn( :P buhay pa sa POM?)&lt;br /&gt;, Romeo(thNx sa Pagpapakaen saken . haha!&lt;br /&gt;, Darryl, erika, Jorj,&lt;br /&gt;Hazel( haha! wagmo sabihing nilibre kita ng pamasahe ha :P),&lt;br /&gt;Irene, robi (tsaka na ung McdO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IvaN (thnx sa Powtus! haaha! senxa na makulet ako :P) , nadz, ate Jho, Ern, Kathleen,  Tina, Rose SALAMAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay bespren Gibson ko, hyde, keirstine, analiza, froi. ThnX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friends, VRAKS - di tayo nakapag WildSons! pero salamat pa pren! Roa, Ainnioe, Kaye, Sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlon, thnX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NadZ, nanay ko. thnkx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Kapitbahay namen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiela, Jas, SALAMAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa SONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya sirjan, Elvis, Mark(itim :P) , SalAmaT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga medyo spexal ng konti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STELLA! haha! adik ka.. salamat salamat! salamaT! Hope ya find the oone for you. I love you ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulee, grabeng effort! It has a great impact saken. It's not just merely a call. It means a lot. Sana nga na record ko ung call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PON! Ang bestfirend ko! Oi KEno taba! Hahaha! SALAMAT SA PAGBATI ha! Adik ka! :P Sama tau hanggang school of heaven ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay Christian, thNx ha! kahit di mo ko binati.. Enough na saken na inaalagaan mo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay Tel uli... Ang daya! wala kang gift saken. hahaha! Ingat ka ha! I dont think na mababasa mo 2. Pero , I like you dati pa. Oooopppss, super crush lang un. wag kang mailang. hahaha! SALAMAT for being nIce!  Happy birthday diN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa FAMILY ko na very spexal saken, (salamat at pinilit niyong magka handa ako )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa, Kaya mo yan! Seek and you will find diba. thNx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MamI, Sorry kung pasaway ako. thNx for upbringing us, especially me. Kung ano man problems na10, malalagpasan din yan. trust God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate, ThNX sa cake.SalamAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kuya ko, NagkapIx din tau. hahaha! tnX for letting me use the computer for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay peaChy, Pakabaet ka ha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay mama at lolo, (though indi nila ito mababasa), SALAMAT! ingat keo dyan ha. MA! Pagaling ka! thNX sa financial help! INGAT pO keO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At higit sa lahat, Kay GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thanks for the providence, thanks for letting me live for 18 years and still running.! Thanks sa people an binigay Mo saken.tnX sa life with a purpose, thanks for the joy, happiness, success. As well as the pains, struggles, failure. In Winning i will praise you, In losing, I will still be with You. Praising You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for every second I breath, thanks for every milliseconds you are adding to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cultivating me. ThanKs for the present, and thanks for a wonderful future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano po kaya ang surprises Niyo saken this yeaR??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAMAT SAMALAT SALAMAT LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th year, I will begin to make a history....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your glory LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Things in the past, things yet unseen,&lt;br /&gt;Wishes and dreams that are yet to come true.&lt;br /&gt;All of my hopes, all of my plans,&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my hands are lifted to You.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I offer my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng nagyayari may meaning. And I'll use it for God's glory :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-574333646779880055?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/574333646779880055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=574333646779880055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/574333646779880055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/574333646779880055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAppy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-1474284556867645678</id><published>2008-09-01T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:01:56.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream + antaytold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me together,&lt;br /&gt;making memories to last forever..&lt;br /&gt;feeling each others touch..&lt;br /&gt;hearing the beat of our pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we take the evening away,&lt;br /&gt;by our breath making noise in silence,&lt;br /&gt;With the stars shining upon us&lt;br /&gt;and only the moon can see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little glimpse,&lt;br /&gt;a little smile,&lt;br /&gt;a little laugh,&lt;br /&gt;a little silence...&lt;br /&gt;All made a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you drew closer before me,&lt;br /&gt;and a different joy i had felt&lt;br /&gt;My heart pumping hard&lt;br /&gt;And this sweetness, I can't resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sensing the warmth of the the cold summer night&lt;br /&gt;And slowly I opened my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and realized, I is only a dream... merely a dream. a beautiful dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-waH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangatlong submit na 2.&lt;br /&gt;ayaw magsubmit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tae tlga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang emo ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung may mLIng grammar at maraming repetition of words, senxa na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gutom na ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di na makapag icp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gas ang taas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;Godbless:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito pang isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antaytold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard your voice,&lt;br /&gt;and everything turns differently.&lt;br /&gt;is it just infatuation am I feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Surely, now I am living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smiles that makes me shrivel&lt;br /&gt;In my memories, it tickles&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness I cannot get over,&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season changes...&lt;br /&gt;Today you are here&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow you'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;But surely the scenery, in my memory remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..in eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-1474284556867645678?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1474284556867645678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=1474284556867645678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/1474284556867645678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/1474284556867645678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dream-impromtu-poem.html' title='I Dream + antaytold'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-8319907020837315651</id><published>2008-08-10T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:53:58.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Paglalagay ng layout</title><content type='html'>mga piPz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. medyo marami ng nagtatanong saken kung san ko kinukuha ang mga layouts ko sa friendster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI lng. di po ako ung gumagawa nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;premade na un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pede makakuha nun sa mga URL na 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://friendstertalk.com/f21-Friendster-Layouts-%5BCSS%5D.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nautical-twilight.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadalasan sa media box nilalagay ang codes. kasi tawag dun extension file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang pagkakaintindi ko, ung extension file ay galing sa ibang source (ibang website,database,etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero in this case, galing sa website. xempre may url un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung url, ilalagay po sa external code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa css, i2 ang extension code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun, lagyan niyo po ng less than symbol ung pinakauna ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="'csslink'" height="0" src="http://www.blogger.com/%01%27" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;img id='csslink' width='0' height='0' src='&gt;' onError='css=document.createElement("link");css.setAttribute("rel","stylesheet");css.setAttribute("href","INSERTURL _HERE");document.getElementsByTagName("head")[0].appendChild(css);'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung url ng napii mong layout, ilagay mo dun sa INSERT_URL_HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos copy paste niyo ung codes sa media box. presto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun, lagyan niyo po ng less than symbol ung pinakauna ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it helPs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE'S MORE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I2 ung URL ng mga code generators&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pag  .css ung dulo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generator: &lt;a href="http://darylldelfin2.fileave.com/tools/cssgen2.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://darylldelfin2.fileave.com/tools/cssgen2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag  .txt, or .swf ang dulo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generator: &lt;a href="http://darylldelfin2.fileave.com/tools/jsgen2.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://darylldelfin2.fileave.com/tools/jsgen2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun, Godbless sa pag gawa ng layouts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-8319907020837315651?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8319907020837315651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=8319907020837315651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8319907020837315651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8319907020837315651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-paglalagay-ng-layout.html' title='Sa Paglalagay ng layout'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-6597898492020637789</id><published>2008-08-02T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:07:20.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/JsXcnlQyrx"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JsXcnlQyrx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/yourchristianmusicfm/music/KVaP9GUM/jeff_deyo_i_give_you_my_heart/"&gt;I Give You my Heart - Jeff Deyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the story of the paralyzed man?&lt;br /&gt;the man whose lying on the mat, and being brought to the roof so that he can be healed by Christ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man has great faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 2 /2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does anyone noticed the persons who brought the man on the roof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like those persons who brought the man than the man who is paralyzed. I maybe unnoticed on your story but that will be my purpose. To let others know and help them to get closer to our God Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba mahilig kong problemahin ang problema ng iba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. masarap kasi pag nakikibahagi sa lungkot ng iba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi, pag nasolve na yun, magigi ka ring bahagi ng kaligayahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit? wala ba akong sariling problema??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron, MARAMI! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SANGKATUTAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a GREAT GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HE LOVES ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOVES You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOVES EVERYONE Of US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ikaw, wag ka na mag inarte diyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangon ka bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANGON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE will lift us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams bukas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pa ko nagrereview..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero di ako matatakot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour na lng ang natitira sa reviwew time ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makatulog na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbless all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-6597898492020637789?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6597898492020637789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=6597898492020637789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6597898492020637789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6597898492020637789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-give-you-my-heart-jeff-deyo-page-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-6727013313303336193</id><published>2008-07-09T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:11:20.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SHRyDmz6zKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/388jlHNOnIc/s1600-h/unmanned+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SHRyDmz6zKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/388jlHNOnIc/s400/unmanned+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220923274312731810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako nag-edit ng image. Pero indi ko original ang theme nyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a t-shirt with thwe same message tapos hinahanap hanap ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share ko lng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagawa taung shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Godbless ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-6727013313303336193?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6727013313303336193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=6727013313303336193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6727013313303336193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6727013313303336193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning.html' title='WARNING!'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SHRyDmz6zKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/388jlHNOnIc/s72-c/unmanned+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-4570442807851697903</id><published>2008-07-04T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:55:24.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant to Live</title><content type='html'>Meant to Live&lt;br /&gt;by Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="h60Y6z8c2BdPMyrtext" style="font-size: 11px;" class="secondaryColor"&gt;"Meant To Live"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling his confidence&lt;br /&gt;And wondering why the world has passed him by&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments&lt;br /&gt;And failed attempts to fly, fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about Providence&lt;br /&gt;And whether mice or men have second tries&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're bent and broken, broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want more than this world's got to offer&lt;br /&gt;We want more than this world's got to offer&lt;br /&gt;We want more than the wars of our fathers&lt;br /&gt;And everything inside screams for second life, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nrUQ4cF09x"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nrUQ4cF09x" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/4rAErd/music/Oiw1YF_7/meant_to_live_switchfoot/"&gt;Switchfoot - Meant To Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my "formal" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt; Ayun, may draft na ako ng ipopost ko dapat kaso naiwan ko kung saan. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na rin akong time ipost un kasi sobrang BUSY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ko pa lng nararamdaman ang pressure ng pagka3rd year BSA. Pero ayaw ko naman mawalan ng time sa mga bagay na dapat kong gawin. kaya i2, ina update ko itong blog na ito. Kahit nakaw na oras lang ito. Kung may mga maling grammar, typo errors. senxa na. Impromptu lng 2 eh. hhaha! enjoy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post today is about the song I really liked. I had an LSS on tihs song. It is entitled Meant to Live. Sang by switchfoot. What caught my attention is the essence of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We we're meant to live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we live our life? How do we want to use it? All of us want to enjoy life. Use it to the fullest. But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, youths, find different ways to enjoy it. Some enjoy life by taking drugs, having sex, drinking beers, etcetera etcetera. Most of us just "go where the wind blows." Indeed, by doing something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deviant&lt;/span&gt; gives us happiness, "respect" , and it satisfies  our ego. But after doing it, We still find ourselves empty, alone, frustrated. It is in the human nature to LONG for MORE. And as time passed by, We "level up" in doing "bad." ,from cigars to drugs, from fantasizing to prostitution, from beating someone to killing anyone , and the like. Is it the way we want to enjoy life? It is not enjoying life. It is just enjoying the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY NOT "LEVEL UP" IN DOING GOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering why the world has passed him by :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easier to notice bad actions than to see the good ones. And we cannot deny the fact that we are seeking for merit and attention. Sometimes are thinking is like this, "no one noticed me doing good. I want attention. I guess I need to do something awful." But we are never unnoticed. Even the things done in secret is seen by SOMEONE Eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the world just "passed us by?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. A pastor said that the most introverted person can influence a minimum of 10,000 people.  What we do influences others! A simple smile can lighten someone's bad day. Are simple gestures to other proves that they are existing in this world. We are meant to live for others. By that, we are blessed by fulfillment for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were meant to live for so much more. We are existing not by accident. We have a purpose in this world. And one of those thousand purposes is to be an example. Whatever way we take we are a "living example" of what the world is and what the world should be and should not. We can be either, a bad example or a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts, there is a world of our own. It is not autism having our own world because all of us have. we have our own dreams, own desires, own passions and that is our own world. But sometimes, we cannot find "home" in our own world rather what is there is just clutters. We want to escape from it but we can't. because we find pleasure in there, our passions is in there. Because it is us who want to control it. We do not want it to revolve on "Something" whom it must be. we are defying the Law of Gravity. Why not let our own world revolves to "Something" who really know how it should be? Let GOD control our world.  By that, we will find ourselves living for so MUCH MUCH more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything inside screams for second life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is the only thing that is constant. All of us needs renewal of life. If we are living in a clutter, let Him enter and fix all the clutters. This is a fact: We cannot fix our own life. Only HIM can do that. Sometimes we find solution to our problems on our "OWN WAY." But often it leads to another problem. But every now and then, the problems only got worse! the moon doesn't have its own light&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt; 1.   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;it just reflect the light of the sun. Plants cannot live without us, supplying the carbon dioxide to them. And we cannot live without the plants transforming the CO2 into Oxygens. We are made by GOD interdependent.  And we must be dependent in HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not promise an easy life. But He promises us a safe journey. In Him it is like going against the waves.  Because we are defying the norms of this world. But who made this world? It is Him. It is our disobedience that made this world a clutter. So whom shall we trust? The world or our Creator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us deserves a second life. A paradise here on earth. Just allow our life to revolve around Him. by that we find peace, we find harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want more that this world got to offer. What we must accept is the Kingdom that offered by GOD. It is an open invitation. Will we decline, and let ourselves to live in our own world full of mess? Or will we let our world revolve around Him and be secured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We were meant to live fro so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    We can be more than what people think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We can be more than we can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     We are more than anything that exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying life is not being happy at the present...&lt;br /&gt;But it is knowing that you have a secured future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going anywhere the wind blows do not give us assurance of where we re going.&lt;br /&gt;And we will be just like a leaf. weak and undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going against the waves cultivates us.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard and painful.&lt;br /&gt;but the result:&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful and refined rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have something, you have to give up something in return. Sometimes we think that we're doing our best. But there comes a point that we will realize that what we give is less than suffiicient. brb soon:)    Godbless all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2454221884115541267-4570442807851697903?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4570442807851697903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=4570442807851697903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4570442807851697903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4570442807851697903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/07/meant-to-live.html' title='Meant to Live'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-6174310420919329822</id><published>2008-05-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:42:26.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus our Savior'/><title type='text'>I Fall Short...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Fhmer9fawC"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Fhmer9fawC" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/khupe0/music/GSrnppS5/reuben_morgan_still/"&gt;Still - Reuben Morgan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Give &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and he will be you&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;r&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ruler..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Yes, indeed! Satan attacks us in very subtle way. Very subtle that we cannot notice it. It is like boogie trap that we can only detect once we stepped on I've been on struggle this past few weeks. Satan attacks me at my weakness. Through God, I am so thankful that I'd been able to resist it. Until today, I'd give in. I embarrass God. It felt that I am not worthy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Satan attacks me at my weakness. He gave me these thoughts, those dreams, and he even use the things I had loved reading before. At first, I can defy. Until I found myself, bit by bit, enjoying reading those words, Enjoying thinking those thoughts, and enjoying having those dreams. I try to refuse, I tried to escape through prayers but as every moment passed by, the temptations grew stronger. Then this morning, I had a weird dream, very weird that as if it is really happening. I seldom had “that” feeling in a dream. Then when I wake up, there is a bizarre feeling within me. I cannot feel the temptations,”where are they? Did I succeed?” Yes, I guess. That's what I thought.. until before noon, I DID THE CRIME.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Before I do the crime, I prayed to Him. I said that I will not use people to satisfy my immorality. I will just simply do it for health purpose. Then, I did it. I thought, “Is it really me?” , “Does my faith in GOD is only upto that point?” , “AM I WORTHY to be a Christian?” I am ashamed. Really ashamed. I remembered Esau, Jacob's fraternal twin. Esau who gave up his birthright to Jacob is exchange of a meal. Esau who thought more of his immediate need than the long-term advantage of having the birthright. The worse is, what I done is not to fulfill my immediate need, rather it is to fulfill my immediate desire. And the worst, the moment I did the crime, temptation is not there. It is me who get in touch with the temptation.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;AFTER THE CRIME:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Is that all?” , “Is this the thing am I wanting?” , “How filthy am I?” . Then a moment later, I managed to sleep. 4 in the afternoon, I woke up. Took my lunch, get my bible, have my devotion. I thanked Him, I repent, and I am glad that I can still feel His presence.  But it seems that the message of my devotion is not relevant in what I am struggling today. Until I surf on the net. It is a routine for me to send bible verses to my text mates via Internet. I ask God to give me a verse that will be of help to those people whom I will send it. And as I search on the net, I found this verse :&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; “For Christ has already accomplished the purpose for which the law was given. As a result, all who believe in him are made right with God.” ( Romans 10:4).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I thought, “Lord! Those words are for me...”  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;My Personal Rhema in the preceding verse is, all of us are humans. We are living in flesh, and it is our flesh who desires to sin. Still, we are living within our sinful environment. Our Abba does not expect us to be perfect. “For all have sinned and fall short.” It is not obeying the law that makes us right with God. It is the faith in the Christ. Jesus who gave His life upon that cross. The God who shed His blood for the love of His people. The blood that erases our sins, in the past, in the present, and in the future.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So is it alright for me (us) to sin? A BIG NO! As we sin, we are letting our life be ruled with darkness. Little by little, we are walking farther to God until we find ourselves in complete darkness. Until we found ourselves searching for the light again. Until we find out that its too late.  And the light that we are seeing are the light of the fires of hell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Right until this moment, I am struggling. I know that I am more vulnerable now. It is like Satan digged up a path where he can easily  attacks me. My soul is now messed by that sin. Thank God He gave Jesus blood for me to be cleansed. I don't know when will I repeat the same sin again. Maybe next month, next week, tomorrow, or even right after I write this article. Now, all I need is prayers.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God loves us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He overlaps our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He gives us chances to prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But at any moment, He can take EVERYTHING we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REPENT earnestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Godbless ^_^&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;(huwaw ah! Nag english akO! ahaha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-6174310420919329822?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6174310420919329822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=6174310420919329822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6174310420919329822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6174310420919329822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-reuben-morgan-give-satan-inch-and.html' title='I Fall Short...'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-5009937215696797055</id><published>2008-04-12T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T02:35:33.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SAB6B6KVGhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oqbVjZHI9sQ/s1600-h/techno+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 426px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SAB6B6KVGhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oqbVjZHI9sQ/s400/techno+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188280943941851666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SAB5tKKVGfI/AAAAAAAAABk/aNQXOrgYicY/s1600-h/reaxh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 426px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SAB5tKKVGfI/AAAAAAAAABk/aNQXOrgYicY/s400/reaxh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188280587459566066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasarapan magpost? Ayon, dinalaw ko nga ung dati kong blog diba. Tapos may isang post dun na na-inspire ako. As in sobrang inspired(tama bang mainspire at purihin ang  sariling gaw??)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It tells about hope, not giving up and claiming what you want to have. And, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" href="http://hindikoalam.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rh@AvAoKCsIAAESKQx41"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;t to achieve something! I have this eagerness to pass our qualifying examination... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; prove that I can do the impossible!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;These are thought that currently running wild in my mind!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;As I recall, I have really no interest in taking up this course. I somehow planned to drop my other subject so I can freely choose the course I want. But now, things turn different. I've seen to the eyes of my classmates how they hardly work just to attend our classes. Some wake up very early and travel for more than an hour , while others take all kinds of scholarships to support them. And me, well. I'm somewhat happy-go-lucky! Until I realized, not all who persevere can achieve what they want to attain. I'm really so lucky that I still have one more chance to continue. And I promise that I will pass those qualifyng exams! I will do my "not so" best to accelerate! I will make my parents proud! I will do it for them! For they raised me , they give me the strengths , bcoz they love me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This is not the time to give up. Its just the beginning of the struggles that I will face. To achieve my dream, OUR dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It is more than the qualifying exams and reaching the impossible, isa itong malakas na batok sa akin na parang nagsasabing, "ano ba? tumatanda ka ba ng paurong?" Pinili ko maging bata, dahil may kakaibang kaligayahan sa kanila, pinili ko maging isang bata, dahil may kakaiba silang pag-asa, pinili ko maging bata dahil marami silang nakikita na hindi kayang makita ng mata ng mga matatanda. Habang tumatagal, akala natin tumatalino tayo. Nakikita natin ang mga bagay sa lohikal na pang-unawa. Nasaan na ang pananampalataya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nasa gitna na ako ng laban, bakit ngayon pa ako susuko? Ngayon pa na alam ko na nasa tabi ko si God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    "If God is with me, who will be against me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When we fail,&lt;br /&gt;   HAVE FAITH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When we're afraid,&lt;br /&gt;   HAVE FAITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are confused,&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FAITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When it seems that no one cares,&lt;br /&gt;   HAVE FAITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When the world is against you,&lt;br /&gt;   HAVE FAITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For once in our life, we will realize that FAITH is the only thing we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And FAITH is the only thing that can save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; I learn, the more I realize how &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODBLESS EVERYONE! ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HabaNaysdeY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/2454221884115541267-5009937215696797055?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5009937215696797055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=5009937215696797055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5009937215696797055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5009937215696797055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/04/reminiscence-part-2.html' title='Reminiscence part 2'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SAB6B6KVGhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oqbVjZHI9sQ/s72-c/techno+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-611380387465493732</id><published>2008-04-12T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:52:20.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUUUUWWAAATTTT!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ayun! uli(dahil walang magawa), dinalaw ko yung dating blog  ko. Nagulat ako sa pinakaunang article na ginawa ko. Napaisip ako bigla, "Ako ba talaga ang gumawa nun?" Haha.. here's the contents, basahin niyo na lang. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isang araw, habang nagkaklase kami.. ung teacher ko sa english ang sabi niya,"Love is an emotion which is full of expense..."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Napaisip ako... oo NGA NoH!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bat ba tayo kelangan gumastos(lalo na ung mga lalake katulad ko..) pag may mahal tayo??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ayon sa survey na nakalap ko,  ito ang mga top 5 sa mga sagot:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. "&lt;b&gt;Kasi, gusto ko lang.."&lt;/b&gt; Ito ang sagot sa isa sa 6 kong tinanong... Wow! ang dami nun.. Lang kwenta noH... next item pls...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. "&lt;b&gt;Para mag mukhang mayaman!"&lt;/b&gt; Syempre turn-on sa mga chikabebs un! Para maisip nila na "Wow! Pag naging boyfriend ko 'to magiging Financially secured ako.." O diba! Tataas ang success rate ng mga males na sagutin cla ng mga girls nila...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. "&lt;b&gt;Para sagutin niya ako!"&lt;/b&gt; Ito yung mga sagot ng mga lalaki na BARAT sa totoong buhay! Kunwari lang yang mga yan! Tingnan niyo, pag naging kayo... tsk, tsk, tsk... Ikaw babaE ang siya pang gagasToS!! kaAYa mag-ingaT!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. "&lt;b&gt;Para mabigay ko lahat ng comfort para sa kanya..."&lt;/b&gt; Biruin niyo... Top 2 lang 2!! uhhhmmm... ung mga romantikong taong tulad ko, *Ehem...* iyan ung sagot. Pero, wag kayo mga chikabebs, totoo yan! kasi nga mahal nAMIN kayo... gusto namin kayong maging kumportable't secured.. O dahBa?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At ang top 1.... *Tenneeenng!!!*&lt;b&gt; "Maski BuHaY ko IGaGasToS ko para SayO!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Yuck!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*AnG CoRnY!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*maMAiS*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;+BuHaY pa Ba ung gumawa niyan!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*KakaKiLaBoT!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Syeeet! PakaMataay ka na!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Malamang, isa d'yan(o lahat 'yan) ay initial reactions niyo... Pero wag ka!! pag sinabi yan sa iyo ng personal tatalon ka sa galak! TuWa! KilIg! at kung anu-ano pang kacorNiHaN?! o dhaBa?? Love is CornY all the times naman dBa??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; O iyan.. pagtapos ko sabihn ung top 5 reasons, ung top 5 items naman na ginagastos ng mga lalaki sa kanilang mga ChiKaBaBes..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. Ang top 5 sa listahan, &lt;b&gt;Flowers at Chocolate!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alam niyo ba kun bakit top 5 lang ito?? Kasi, MASYADO NG OLD_FASHIONED... wala na bang iba pa sa flowers and chocolate?? at isa pa, Masyadong magastos.!!! Magkano na ang Toblerone ngayon? ang HersHeyS? ang Cudberry?? NaKu.. Sa Panahon, HanY na lang ang mareregalo mo! Eh, ang boquet ng flowrs? NaKu.. 500-1000 .. graBeh! Diyahe pa dalhin kasi ang laki!! Kung magpapadeliver ka naman, May karagdagan pang delivery fee!!! naku naman oh... Bumili ka na lng ng SamPaguIta.. Speaking of sampaguitA, ALAM NIYO BA NA MALAPIT NA ITONG MAGSAMPU??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;iSa pang reason kung bakit pangit na iregalo ang flowers and chocolates.. Kasi, PerisHaBle itong mga 'to 'toL! Pangit aNG REPRESENTATION... pARANG SINASABI MO NA RIN NA,"MY LOVE IS VERY SWEET (AT FIRST), BUT SOON IT WILL FADE." iSA yan sa mga pilosopiya ko...  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;toP 4. &lt;b&gt;PagKaiN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Imulat niyo ang mga mata niyo... sa hirap ng buhay ngayon, pagkain na ang pangunaHING BINIBIli ng mga tropAPIpZ NATIN... nO FURTHER EXPLANATIONS NEEDED..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TOp 3. &lt;b&gt;LAtEST gADgEtS..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nAKU.. DI AKO MAKAKARELATE DITO... &lt;b&gt;w&lt;/b&gt;ELL, anG MASASAbI Ko LANG, pANGYAMANAN LANG 'TO TOL! DI KASYA SA BUDGET KO.... KAyA, NEXT ITEM NA LANG...*wHEw!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;tOp 2 &lt;b&gt;cELLpHONE lOADs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i2, YUNG MGA TAONG GUSTO SILA I TEXT NG MGA LUV NILA, I2 ung binibigay! Ang swerte nga ng mga babaeng 'yan! awtS! hehehe...I2  na kasi ata ang  pinakaaffordable na pwede naming ibigay... Biruin mo, 30 pesos lang unli na? pwede mo ng maitext si sweetie for two daYS!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;top 1 &lt;b&gt;Paghatid SundO kay Sweetie PiE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AyuS ah! Kami na nga alalay kami pa tagagastos ng PaMAsaHe niyo?! So UnPaIR!! Beri UnPaIR!! almost 25% ng kaban ng kalalakihan sa piLiPiNas ay nagagamit sa Transportasyon.. either PUV or Private Vehicles... GraBeH!!! Paano kung tagaluzon ka at sa ApuYaW (saan to) ung skul ni LobiDuBs... at Uwian pa xiA.. NakU!!! gagaPang na lang tayo mga boys!!! Whew!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kala nyo iyon lang..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;top 0.5.. ConDoM mga tsOnG! BoySCout laging HanDa! hehehe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;un lang... GooD Day mga 'toL!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Pls Leave a CommenT*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;tnx mam Uy for the quotation!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Aun, haha! naalala ko, nung sinulat ko 'yan, kakapasok ko lang sa PUP. Mga panahong nagwawander wander ang aking curiosity. Nagulat na lang din ako nung nabasa ko ito uli. I2 pala ako noon.... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O xa, Till next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuaaaHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbless us alL! ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-611380387465493732?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/611380387465493732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=611380387465493732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/611380387465493732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/611380387465493732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/04/huuuuwwaaatttt.html' title='HUUUUWWAAATTTT!!!!'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-6388871970899648371</id><published>2008-04-06T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:40:37.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of Worship</title><content type='html'>When the music fades&lt;br /&gt;And all is stripped away&lt;br /&gt;And I simply come&lt;br /&gt;Longing just to bring&lt;br /&gt;Something that's of worth&lt;br /&gt;That will bless your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring You more than a song&lt;br /&gt;For a song in itself&lt;br /&gt;Is not what You have required&lt;br /&gt;You search much deeper within&lt;br /&gt;Through the ways things appear&lt;br /&gt;You're looking into my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;br /&gt;And it's all about You&lt;br /&gt;All about You, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Lord for the thing I've made it&lt;br /&gt;When it's all about You&lt;br /&gt;It's all about You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of endless worth&lt;br /&gt;No one could express&lt;br /&gt;How much You deserve&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm weak and poor&lt;br /&gt;All I have is Yours&lt;br /&gt;Every single breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring You more than just a song&lt;br /&gt;For a song in itself&lt;br /&gt;Is not what You have required&lt;br /&gt;You search much deeper within&lt;br /&gt;Through the way things appear&lt;br /&gt;You're looking into my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;br /&gt;And it's all about You&lt;br /&gt;All about You, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Lord for the thing I've made it&lt;br /&gt;When it's all about You&lt;br /&gt;It's all about You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my EVER EVER EVER FAvorite worship song. The Heart of Worship sung by Hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;The message is just so wonderful, the way it was sung is very heartfelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;This song is about returning to God's care every time we fall, every time we fail. God is always present to give us comfort, care and the most intimate LOVE that no one can give. We may stride away from God but He is always there to accept us whatever we had done (or will do so).  Whatever happens, we will find ourselves going back to Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;God gives us everything, even His only son Jesus Christ just to save our souls. And as Christ offered his life, we must also offer our life in return. Let us offer God more than a song, let us give to Him our commitment: commitment to praise and worship Him, commitment to follow His commands, and of course, the commitment to love our neighbors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We don’t have anything to boast! All of us are sinners and have weaknesses. That is why He sent Christ His son to redeem us. They deserve more than our life, They deserve our dedication. God is happy when we do good things in His name, when we depend on Him, when we LOVE Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So let us all go back to the heart of worship. Let us praise Him, worship him, and bestow everything that we are doing to Him. Remember, He is always there when we fail, when we sin, when we fall. And He is rejoicing when we succeed, we refuse to give in to temptation and as we grow. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;God LOVES us the most! Amen ^^,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nR1cz1aq7e"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nR1cz1aq7e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-6388871970899648371?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6388871970899648371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=6388871970899648371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6388871970899648371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/6388871970899648371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Heart of Worship'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-4011514797201506636</id><published>2008-03-22T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:19:54.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/14993215/1_474820498l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/14993215/1_474820498l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WaaaH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Easter Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came from the word pesach or passover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa Tagalog, Pasko ng Pagkabuhay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate today the resurrection of Jesus Christ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya, let's be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakarami ng realizations ko this past few days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una, kaya ko palang mabuhay ng walang cp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, nakakasawa rin palang magfriendster,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, nakakayamot din palang  makita na lahat ng in-edit kong pics ay emo... mukha na kong Poser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th, mas masaraP mag-edit ng mga kwelang pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th, pede ko pala gamiting labasan ng lungkot ang pag-eedit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th, likas akong PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th, ANG POGI KO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang kokontra !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napaka useful ng realizations ko nu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not forget na ang araw na ito is made to celebrate the resurrection of our savior, redeemer, bridge to heaven, best friend, confidant, lahat lahat na! Lets pray na sana pati tayo ay magchange na...&lt;br /&gt;marami akong gusto ishare kaya, antabay lng keo pipz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GbAll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy easter uli^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-4011514797201506636?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4011514797201506636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=4011514797201506636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4011514797201506636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/4011514797201506636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-8703479079016037519</id><published>2008-03-15T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:36:38.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remniscence</title><content type='html'>Haha! ayun.. dinalaw ko ung dati kong blog na ngayon ay bulok na..&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa kasi narealize ko na ang galing ko pla mag-english. Di ko narealize na ako pla nagsulat nun. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I2 ung isa sa mga sinulat ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It had been a week since the sem break. I'm getting so bored! while i was sitting on the corner of our house, some thoughts are running in my head. I grabbed a pen and a paper and wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is the moment when we reach the peak of happiness.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one's perfect, except those who are perfectly imperfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"true success is not is not measured through the titles we had, the battles we'd won, the position we achieve nor how rich we are. Rather, success is having the SELF-FULFILLMENT. It doesn't matter how people perceive it. As long as we are happy and not asking  for more because we already have the satisfaction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pessimistic people finds failure as the end of everything. While, optimistic people perceive it as a  doors for more opportunities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Natutuwa naman ako! Pero ang mas importante dito ay naalala ko ang mga bagay na tila kinalimutan ko na. Siguro ganito talaga ako. Di ko kaya maging masama, pero di ko rin kaya maging pinakamabaet. HIndi dapat ako sumusugod sa mga bagay na hindi ko kaya panindigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha! ang deep ! ^^,&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbless all!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(Missing SomEone Mowd)-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-8703479079016037519?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8703479079016037519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=8703479079016037519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8703479079016037519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/8703479079016037519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/03/remniscence.html' title='Remniscence'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-5613202178262820797</id><published>2008-03-11T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:18:58.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words.hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vincent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peralta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>The Power of Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBhUrvMEXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TtHxRbQ4T-s/s1600-h/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBhUrvMEXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TtHxRbQ4T-s/s400/words.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255807773107294578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatakot...&lt;/span&gt; sa isang simpleng salita, nababago ang lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ngunit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakakatuwa...&lt;/span&gt; dahil sa isang salita kaya mong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baguhin&lt;/span&gt; ang buhay ng iba ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Siguro nga sa buhay, ang salita ang pinakamabisang sandata, ngunit ang pinakamahirap gamitin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Sa isang salita, kaya mong wakasan ang lahat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Minsan, may kaibigan ako, di kami nagkaroon ng magandang kombersasyon, at iyon - nabago ang lahat. Okey na naman kami ngeon. Pero siyempre, may ilangan. Maraming taon ang inaalagaan, ngunit sa isang maling sambit, habang buhay na naming pinagsisisihan. Sayang ang relationship diba?? Pero ganun talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Sa Isang salita, kaya mong magpaligaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Anu bang meron sa mga stand-up comedians? haha! Basta, pag nakikita ko sila natutuwa ako. Tawa ako ng tawa na parang wala nang bukas. Sa bagay? Kahit naman mga korning jokes ng mga prends ko natatawa ako.. haha! And thats the strengthening ingredients kung bakit hanggang ngayon okey kami. In fact, kahit malayo kami... We feel na nandyan pa rin kami para sa isa't-isa. Dahil mayroon kaming komunikasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Dumating na ba sa iyong buhay na yung tipong down na down ka na, na halos sakalin mo na ang sarili mo dahil gusto mo ng mamatay, pero tatanggalin mo rin yung kamay mo dahil nasasaktan ka na't di ka na makahinga? Parang baliw lang diba? Siguro kailangan mo lang ng makakausap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pag nandyan ang friends, tawa ka ng tawa... na parang wala nang  bukas. Wala namang nakakatawa? gusto mo lang talaga tumawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Sa isang salita kaya mong magpagaling.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Pero di ka naman siguro milagroso para buhayin ang namatay na langgam diba? Pero puwede mong pagalingin ang mga sakit sa puso (pipz, hindi hypertension ung sinasabi ko ha), ng mga damdaming lumuluha, nag-eemote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ang kailangan lang naman nila ay mga words of comfort. Kahit minsan sinasabi nila na ayaw nmila nang kausap at nag ta tantrums na sila ng parang sinasapian. Haikz, kulang lang sa atensiyon iyan. Kulitin mo lang, lapitan mo't sabihing, "nandito lang ako, parati sa tabi mo..." Naku, siguro naman titigil na yan sa pag-aamok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Kung gaano natyin kailangan ang isang tao upang sabihin ang mga bagay na gusto nating marinig, ganun din nila tayo kailangan. Kailangan nila ng taong magsasabi na minamahal sila.  At mapapakita lang natin iyon, kung hindi tayo manananhimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Sabi nila, "Actions are louder than words..." Pero kung puro actions ang papakita natin, Paano nila maiiintindihan o malalaman ang tunay na pangangailangan mo? Paano nila malalaman kung gaano mo sila kailangan... Di lahat ng bagay  ay nadadaan sa haplos, sa yakap, at sa haplos uli. Dahil kamanyakan na yun, dba? "Your loved one's voice is music to the ear..." Kahit kasing garapal pa ng boses niya ang sinaunang megaphone, masarap na tinatawag tawag niya ang pangalan mo... Na parang alam mong nandyan siya... malapit lang siya... na mahal ka niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lng.. Good Day Ebriwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbless^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic from http://graphics.jsonline.com/graphics/owlive/img/sep02/9-11words091102_big.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-5613202178262820797?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5613202178262820797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=5613202178262820797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5613202178262820797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5613202178262820797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/03/power-of-words.html' title='The Power of Words'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/SPBhUrvMEXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TtHxRbQ4T-s/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-5134237548968915350</id><published>2008-02-29T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:03:42.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vincent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peralta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lipad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>Stupid love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/14993215/1_279285003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/14993215/1_279285003l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"(STUPID) Love, soft as an easy chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (STUPID) Love, fresh as the morning air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (STUPID) Love, that is shared by two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (STUPIDO) Love, that I found in you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakanta ka nu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay, napakasarap ng pakiramdam pag inlove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan nawawala sa iyong kamalayan na nagiging baduy ka na - mas baduy pa sa baduy. Iyung tipong pinandidirihan ka na ng tao at ang nakaka appreciate lang eh ung "minamahal" mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung gaano kasarap ang paglipad, ganun din naman kasakit ang bumagsak. Sa buong akala mo may sasalo sa iyo, iyon pla aspalto lang ang kakabagsakan mo. Haikz, akala mo kac ikaw si superman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bakit kaya kahit paulit-ulit na nasasaktan, eh paulit ulit pa rin na umiibig?&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nasa lahi na ng tao ang pagiging makulit. Ika nga, "try nd try until you DIE.", este, succeed pla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ano ba ang mas malalim na paliwanag ukol dito? Ang mga sumusunod ay sariling pananaw ko lang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*Dahil mahirap mag-isa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oo, mahirap mag-isa. Mahirap makita ang kaligayahan sa pag-upo lamang sa isang sulok at tanawin ang kadiliman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Kanina nga may nagtext saken. Ang sabi, "mas masarap pla kumain ng canton na kasama ang kaibigan kaysa manood sa punchline..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pero malamang kung ako iyon me-eenjoy ko ang punchline. heheehe... Mas mahal ang entrance fee sa mga comedy bar (250 daw) kesa sa pag kain ng kanton (7, pede na pangshare!).&lt;br /&gt;Pero mas nakakita ng kaligayahan sa mumuting bagay ang taong ito. Dahil siguro iyon ay may halong Love-ah! hehe.. cnu kaya kasama niya kumaen ng canton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*Dahil kahit anong gawin mo, nakatakda kang may makasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No man is an island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ako lang. hehehe, at kahit anong gawin kong pag-iisa, laging may susulpot na (mga) tao upang paligayahin ako, asarin, patawanin, paiyakin, paasahin... (nageemote?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Pero kahit gaano ka ka-loner, maghahanap at maghahanap ka ng makakasama, kahit tulak pa man ng puso o tulak ng katawan.  At kahit gaano mo man itaboy ang mga nilalang, (either tao man yan o hayop), may maglalakas ng loob na lapitan ka, awayin, at ipamukha sa iyo na ang daigdig ay hindi mo solo  at kailangan mong ibahagi ito sa iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bakit kaya hindi pwede maglaro ng nanay-tatay mag-isa? Bakit kaya hindi pwede mabuntis ang babae ng hindi nag-aano? bakit kaya di pwede ang banda na vox lang? o kaya isang guitarista lang? Lahat ng bagay, kakailanganin mo ng makakasama, temporary man o permanent, kailangan mong mag mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*Dahil hindi masaya ang mundo kung wala kang kasama sa mga bagay-bagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kadalasan, mag-isa lang ako umuuwi mula eskuwela. Ginagawa ko sa jip? Nakikisabay sa tug-tog, natutulog, tatanaw sa bintana, mag-iisip. at bukas, ganun uli, at ganun. Alang bago. Pakiramdam ko ang kalahating oras ko dun ay buong araw na pagbiyahe. Pero pag may kasama ako, kahit 2 hours ang biyahe, parang 30 minutes lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pag naglalaro ka ng PS2, diba mas masaya kung meron kang kasama? Kung wala, parang wala lang. Nagkaroon ka ng kasiyahan ngunit hindi kaligayahan. Pag mag-isa ka lang, walang bago. Walang memorable. Pag may kasama ka, memorable diba. Minsan pagtapos niyo mag-bonding, kinagabihan bago matulog, maalala mo ang mga nangyari, tapos ngingiti-ngiti ka, tapos para ka nang baliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;        "Mas masarap pag may ka-share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*Bakit ka pa uulit, kung alam mong ganun din ang mangyayari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        "The riskiest thing to do is not risking at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  We cannot find success if we given up on the first failure. MInsan akala mo ikaw na ang pinakakawawa. Halos iuntog mo na yong sarili  sa pader sa sobrang upset. Haikz, tandaan mo, kung anong pinagdaanan mo, pinagdaanan din ng ibang tao. Ano kung binasted ka niya? Malas niya! ang pogipogi mo tapos ayaw niya seo. walang taste. eww,! O kaya anu naman kung ayaw niya sa iyo? You deserve someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Kung magpapatalo ka lang sa takot sa pagpapatay ng steel chon-chon, alang magyayari. Habang buhay ka lang level one. Kung takot kang lumusob at patayin ang kalabang hero, puro creeps lang ang mapapatay mo. walang improvement. Kung puro Introduction ang babasahin mo, ala kang matatapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ganun din sa buhay, kung takot kng masaktan uli, pinagdadamutan mo ang sarili mo na maging masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Kailangan sumubok, malay mo ang di mo inaasahan, iyon pala ang habang buhay mong makakasama. marami kang pinalagpas na opportunity. Dahil sa takot, nawalan ka ng kaligayahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many times&lt;br /&gt;When my heart was broken&lt;br /&gt;Visions of you&lt;br /&gt;Would keep me strong..."&lt;br /&gt;         -First Belived(hoku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Masarap lumipad, masakit malaglag, pero di ba mas masarap kung lilipad ka uli? Mas mataas, ngunit mas maingat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODBLESS Ebriwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-5134237548968915350?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5134237548968915350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=5134237548968915350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5134237548968915350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5134237548968915350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-love-soft-as-easy-chair-stupid.html' title='Stupid love'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-5327298955725562569</id><published>2008-02-23T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:42:18.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagugulumihanan</title><content type='html'>heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impromtu poem 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeon ko lng din sinulat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana magustuhan niyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang umaga, sa aking pag-gising..&lt;br /&gt;aking tinanong sa sarili, bakit pa kaya ako nagising?&lt;br /&gt;kung aking kakaharapin ay tulad din ng nakaraan...&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa naman kya ang aking dapat abangan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako'y bumangon, tumayo, tumingin sa salamin...&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko ang sarili, walang bago ganun pa rin,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na napansin ang mga mutang nangingilid&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ang mga duming nakakalat sa paligid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haaay, buhaY!" Iyan ang aking nasambit&lt;br /&gt;ako ay ngumingiti ngunit ito ay pilit...&lt;br /&gt;"ano kayang kulang? anong dapat gawin?"&lt;br /&gt;Siguro pag-ibig ang kasagutan, hindi ko lang pansin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OO nga! ito ang kulang." Nasambit ng aking bibig.&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit san ko naman makikita kung sa aki'y walang umiibig?&lt;br /&gt;Haay, ito'y makikita ko rin.&lt;br /&gt;Marahil di pa ngayon, pero ibibigay din ng Diyos ang para sa akin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..BOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R8DnYqkc-LI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vCylVCFcQds/s1600-h/cent2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R8DnYqkc-LI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vCylVCFcQds/s320/cent2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170386783151388850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang iKli! gusto ko pa sana habaan pero mawawalan na ng dating pag ginawa ko un..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my post for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbless to you all ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-5327298955725562569?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5327298955725562569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=5327298955725562569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5327298955725562569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5327298955725562569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/02/nagugulumihanan.html' title='Nagugulumihanan'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R8DnYqkc-LI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vCylVCFcQds/s72-c/cent2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454221884115541267.post-5376867682641001468</id><published>2008-02-22T20:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:04:23.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Umpisa ng Bagong Pag-asa</title><content type='html'>hahaha! ang drama ng title ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day Ebriwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre, sa first blog dapat introduction muna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Vincent (a.k.a. Enteng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Year accountancy Student sa PiYuPi.. the SOHK Geniuses.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobby ko ang pag PPC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero di masyado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Introverted but i really like expressing myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremes nu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nila may sariling mundo daw ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko nmn OO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig din ako mag -adobe photoshop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutuwa ako kac naeedit ko ung mga blemishes ng kung cno cno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kya nabababoy ko rin ang mga pics nila.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu Pa ba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm, di ako masyado athletic type..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas intellectual at artistahin type ako (wwhhhoossshhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really LOOOOOVVEE Musics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit anong genre,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit aPril Boy pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung mga tipong "do ko kayang tanggapIn..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kac every Music is a masterpiece of expressing oneselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without MusIc, Life is so DuLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dull life is no life at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lng,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero xempre may favoeite din ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now nahuhumaling ako sa JPOP at Emo SOngS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero Forever HillSongs Ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal ko rin ang pagkaen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya lng di ako tumataba..  ewan ko ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta resto fuds, go lng ng go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-pE6kc-GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mi1uHLXzZt4/s1600-h/1_210508009l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-pE6kc-GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mi1uHLXzZt4/s320/1_210508009l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170036799151339618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bsta ba libre nyo eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue, MahaBa na ata ito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbles sa inyong lhaT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next poSt ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454221884115541267-5376867682641001468?l=entengpaolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5376867682641001468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454221884115541267&amp;postID=5376867682641001468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5376867682641001468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454221884115541267/posts/default/5376867682641001468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entengpaolo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ang-umpisa-ng-bagong-pag-asa.html' title='Ang Umpisa ng Bagong Pag-asa'/><author><name>Enteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380512689206323810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-w96kc-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wc-g14u_tRE/S220/1_210508009l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Roz3BQwDYUY/R7-pE6kc-GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mi1uHLXzZt4/s72-c/1_210508009l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
