<?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-10339468</id><updated>2011-11-30T09:30:27.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIT PLAY REMEMBER</title><subtitle type='html'>Its all about taking one shot.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114853348130784667</id><published>2006-05-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:04:50.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAKUNAMATATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;magaling magaling!&lt;br /&gt;may bagong bahay na po ako.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, i just blog moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/WHNAL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mediocracyisacrime.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://mediocracyisacrime.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARAMING ZALAMATZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114853348130784667?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114853348130784667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114853348130784667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114853348130784667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114853348130784667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/hakunamatata.html' title='HAKUNAMATATA'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114702055022177371</id><published>2006-05-07T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:49:10.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and once again, i enter the so-so stage in blogging....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm on a hiatus. (yes patty, pati sa blogger). I'm trying to imrpove the site - changing the layout, trying to find a way how to personalize the colors of my CBOX, having a new image, YOU KNOW THE DRILL. And possibly, I might move into another site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this thing is beginning to tire me out. Not the blogging thing, the new image thingy. SERIOUSLY, can anyone HELP ME TO MAKE A LAYOUT?? please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 430px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); PADDING-TOP: 3pxfont-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Filipino Food Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jizzer/1107125072_izhalohalo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo-Halo: A medly of beans and fruits mixed with ice, ice cream, and condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Jizzer/quizzes/Which+Filipino+Food+Are+You%3F" target="quizilla"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com" target="quizilla"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register" target="quizilla"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php" target="quizilla"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Jizzer/quizzes/" target="quizilla"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=1243908" target="quizilla"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114702055022177371?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114702055022177371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114702055022177371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114702055022177371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114702055022177371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-once-again-i-enter-so-so-stage-in.html' title='and once again, i enter the so-so stage in blogging....'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114606079085536835</id><published>2006-04-26T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T07:13:10.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Scents</title><content type='html'>Isn't it astonishing that one certain smell, whether appalling or not can instantly and magically allow you to remember once certain significant thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say for example, the smell of white clean sheets reminds me of my mother. I don't know why it does, but the smell of it makes me feel warm, safe and comfortable, like somebody’s hugging me. Another one, the smell of one certain perfume reminds me of my freaking neighbor who… uhmm never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point? Because a few days ago, I smelled the smell of chicken crap and Mansanitas trees which reminds me of my childhood days. I miss my childhood days. I REALLY DO. I miss having a carefree life. I remembered those times where the biggest problem for me is how to escape the yaya who is constantly forcing me and my brother for siesta because I want to play outside with my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh… those were the days. The &lt;em&gt;lutu-lutuan&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;Bahay-bahayan&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;taguan&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;step-in, step-out game&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I was always the “mama” or the “anak” when we used to play those games. I never forgot how we used to get leaves from plants and pretend that they were the food for dinner or for merienda. I remember the days when I used to run as fast as I could towards nowhere with only one thing in my mind: FUN. But now, running is no more fun for me, I no longer like running like I used to. Most of time when I run at my present time is when I try to escape from different dilemmas creeping inside my mind. Although I still run towards nowhere, the fun that used to be there slowly dies away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOSTALGIA BEYBE. How can I ever escape?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114606079085536835?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114606079085536835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114606079085536835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114606079085536835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114606079085536835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/power-of-scents.html' title='The Power Of Scents'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114534855458024129</id><published>2006-04-18T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:22:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC TRIPPING all the way X D</title><content type='html'>Yes. Isang malaking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat ang hinahanap kong mga kanta na matagal ko nang hinahalughog  (o &lt;a href="http://stefhamae.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;maelounga! &lt;/a&gt; ginamit ko na yung term mo!) sa buong Davao City ay nakita ko na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming zalamats kay Bien Collado at nagtiyaga siyang idownload ang mahigit kumulang na tatlong-daan awitin para sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon, ako'y masayang nagsa-sound tripping sa mga kanta ng mga bandang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;Dead Kennedys&lt;br /&gt;Lagwagon&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;Mc Lars&lt;br /&gt;Me First And The Gimme Gimmes&lt;br /&gt;Oasis&lt;br /&gt;Operation Ivy&lt;br /&gt;Reel Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;Toy Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Rancid&lt;br /&gt;System Of A Down&lt;br /&gt;The Ramones&lt;br /&gt;N.E.R.D.&lt;br /&gt;Less Than Jake&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;at MXPX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Isang malaking&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; YES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mabuhay ang SKA, PUNK ROCK, OLD SKOOL, NEW SKOOL, UK ROCK. (At kahit hindi ko namention sa post na ito, mas magaling parin at walang kasing ganda ang : ) &lt;strong&gt;OPM. ORIGINAL PINOY MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEERS,&lt;br /&gt;maricon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114534855458024129?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114534855458024129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114534855458024129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114534855458024129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114534855458024129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/music-tripping-all-way-x-d.html' title='MUSIC TRIPPING all the way X D'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114483136975224964</id><published>2006-04-12T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T02:06:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GSP + PARADISE OUTING (VAL'S BIRTHDAY) = one summer LOVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a great feeling to get out of the house for 4 days and chill and have fun at the same time. Yes, part of it was work and labor (due to the camping) but 80 percent of it was pure solid, HARD CORE fun. Maaaaaaaan, I'm loving this summer. Seriously. This has got to be one of the most enjoyable summers in my whole life. So, come with me and let's take a trip to nostalgia land and reminisce once more my 4 day vacation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminiscing...&lt;br /&gt;Starts...&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GSP camping. It was held inside the campus. We had to set the tents and all sorts of preparations. We placed some decorations and all sorts of ek-ek and pakeme-keme in our camp. We also went to the camping in troops. We called our troop "MONKEY BUSINESS". Nyahaha! Man, too cliché, too cliché – But cute enough. The members of the troop were &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/milayski3"&gt;Milay&lt;/a&gt;, Valerie, Remy, Bien, Daphne Belisario, Krysta, and Allyn. Our troop was the noisiest and the naughtiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, we were forced by our &lt;i&gt;TITAS&lt;/i&gt; (which we exaggerately call &lt;strong&gt;teeeeyytaa&lt;/strong&gt;) to sing petty, cheesy, corny (and all the adjectives that you can relate to the stated adjectives) GSP songs. All the volleyball players who were attending the training inside the campus started to mock us. Oh-yeah. I know that. My spider sense was telling me so. Sino naman kase ang hindi manginginig sa mga kanta namin, kung ang kinankanta nyo ay parang ganito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are the _______(insert troop name here. for instance - MONKEYS)? (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Here we are! (2x)&lt;br /&gt;How are you this afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;Very well and thank you (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Then you smile (2x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakow!!! Ginawa kaming preschool na autistic ng teacher na eto! Naman! Dapat nga may matching na actions and interpretation pa ang kantang ito. At suot pa naming ang Uniform ng GSP. Yehey! Ang saya. Its not that I’m mocking the GSP but I’m disturbed because ginawa kaming katawa-tawa doon. Pero hindi rin nagtagal ang paghihirap. Natapos rin ang unos. Dumating na ang gabi. Umulan ng pagkalakas-lakas. First time kong nagcamping na umulan. Pero masaya rin yun kase we wont be sleeping inside the tent like pigs. Actually, we didn't sleep. We just had our &lt;strong&gt;sessions&lt;/strong&gt;. Tsk tsk tsk....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SESSIONS DAW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="71" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/liGhT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping parin. Malaki ang mga eye bags. Wala kaming tulog pwera lamang kay Milay na sarap na sarap sa tulog nya. For breakfast, we had to look for our own food in a form of scavenging hunt. We cooked our own food, started our own fire, we learned how to make knots and we had gadget building. We made our own table, a dancing table. Thank God no more GSP songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="71" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/danCingtbLe.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night came, It was &lt;strong&gt;campfire&lt;/strong&gt; time! When we were about to start the campfire, umeksena ang ulan. Pero tuloy pa rin ang ligaya. Masaya ang campfire kase nakakaaliw ang mga munting presentations na ginawa ng bawat troop. Pagkatapos ay tulog na. Bumawi na ang mga katawan naming sa pagod at kulang sa tulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="71" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/camPfire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last and final day for camping. Yeba! Excited na ako for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARADISE ISLAND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We should be attending the Palm Sunday mass but sad to say, we didn't because we lacked the time for the mass. Val's mom and dad came and took us out of the camping and we were of to Paradise Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with the rest of the gang at MCDO MAIN. Everyone was already excited. Yes, beach – HERE WE COME. The whole barkada was present except for Zillah, Carizza and Louie. We rode on Val’s auto and the next thing we knew, we were already on the barge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, we ate lunch and some of us played TONGITS. Yeah. &lt;em&gt;Larong pang sugarol&lt;/em&gt;. Lakad dito lakad doon. Nagpakasenti muna kami bago naligo sa dagat. Pero talagang nde ko na matiis, naglalaway na talaga kase ako sa dagat. Kaya inunahan ko na sila. Naligo na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time, we ate dinner and nakinig sa babaeng kumakanta na may dalawang guitarista. Hindi ko alam angong tawag sa kanila basta iniisa-isa nila ang mga tables ng costumer at kinakantahan nila sila. Si &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/superman_kristine"&gt;Kristine &lt;/a&gt;nga pala kumanta rin ng Pangako Sa'yo by request ng Daddy ni Val. Bumirit naman ang Gaga. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos kumain ay pumunta kami sa shore at nag sand castle building. Pero once again, naglaway na naman ako sa dagat kaya kinontsyaba ko si Stuart para mag night swimming. Kumagat na man siya. Hanggang sumunod sina Wizo at Francis sa aming maligo sa dagat kase hindi rin nila matiis. AT, sumunod naman sina Ava at Bea kase hindi rin nila nakaya ang inggit na naramdaman. Kaya ayun, nagpakasaap kami sa dagat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinintay naming ang 12 midnight para salubungin ang birthday ni Val.&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Val!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe border="0" src="http://w4.photobucket.com/widgets/dynamicflash.php?featuretype=bucketstrip&amp;featurename=pndparadisebeybe&amp;amp;pa=/y125/uttsada_babe/" frameborder="0" width="4" height="190"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising ako ng 8:00 am at kumain ng breakfast kasama ang barkada. Pagkatapos ay naligo na naman sa dagat. Umalis kami ng Paradise Island mga 12:00 noon. Goodbye beach!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating sa Davao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumain ng lunch sa McDO sa mall. Pagkatapos ay lakad-lakad konti at hanggang naubusan na kami ng lakas. UMUWI na kaming lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WRAPPING UP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lang ang masasabi ko. BITIN! Napakabitin ng vacation namin. Kaya we planned to have a Part Two, Yang kompleto na ang buong barkada. So what have I learned? Always cherish every moment with the people close to your heart. Mahal na mahal ko ang barkada ko. Sobra, Bata pa naman kami eh, marami pang magyayari sa buhay namin. Pero ito lang ang masasabi ko: Matapos man ang highschool at magkakahiwa-hiwalay na tayong lahat, hinding- hindi ko kayo malilimutan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="71" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/paradiSebeybe7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114483136975224964?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114483136975224964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114483136975224964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114483136975224964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114483136975224964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/gsp-paradise-outing-vals-birthday-one.html' title='GSP + PARADISE OUTING (VAL&apos;S BIRTHDAY) = one summer LOVING'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114407986077765590</id><published>2006-04-03T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:35:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crusaders GRADUTAION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Due to my hideous conduct during the training, I had the utmost expectation that I would fail the training. Ask all of my classmates during the training if there was a minute that I wasn't silent all throughout the program. And there was this unbearable moment that I shouted -- erm, screamed because some of my classmates and some staff members scared me off with a baby doll which was never attractive or CUTE for me. I hate dolls. I’m scared of dolls (especially porcelains ones, and include clowns and mascots on the list).It pisses me off. They actually have a name for this petty doll, and she was called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TINA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And because of my &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;amazonic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; voice, I brought trouble to myself and some of my companions. But technically, it wasn't my fault. It was the fault of the people who tried to scare me, and who eventually, became successful. Oh phooey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Hence I had a slight fear that I may not be able to graduate and I would come home and tell mama that I have wasted her 300 pesos. I waited in anticipation for (miraculously) all of us &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;passed&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Hoorah!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hoorah!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Hoorah!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome graduation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Our graduation started at almost 3:00 because of a lot of delays. I was beginning to grow roots and leaves already. I was already restless .I tried my best to keep my cool by sitting in the most&lt;br /&gt;relaxing way that I could think of, and that is to place both of my feet on the chair itself. Parang nasa bahay lang na position. Feel at home, kungbaga. At last, the program started (finally). They gave out the certificates in alphabetical order. When the names starting with K and L were called, a classmate of mine called said to me: "Mar, ikaw na next". But to my surprise, they skipped my name and proceeded with the letter N. Letche. What did I do know?And so, N, O, P,S, T , Z passed. My name was still not called. After the last girl was called, who was ZEHENDER, Montajes was called. Oh yeah, oh yeah. I thought I wasn't going to get a certificate. Upon receiving the certificate, the one that handed it to me said, with her eyes shooting at me (take note, I was all smiles while receiving it) &lt;em&gt;"Next time, matuto kang umupo ng maayos hah."&lt;/em&gt; Oh, boo-hoo. I did not respond but I just snatched the certificate and sat on the chair. Crap. Way to go. Groan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;But I am happy to tell you that the graduation wasn't really that bad. In fact it was very memorable and was full of fun! Tawa lng ng tawa, Tukso ng tukso. I was amazed that everyone was not hesitant to join every contest prepared by some of the students. We played the talong game, to start with. Classic talaga ang larong ito. It never fails. May award pa nga kaming BEST TALONG SWINGER. And guess sino ang nanalo? JOHANNA ZEHENDER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="Image   hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/30-03-06_1653.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/4699c7b4.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[L-R] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1)best talong swinger: johanna zehender,(2) buhay na ang kapatid ni chaka doll, si TINA, na&lt;br /&gt;tinubuuan ng talong sa maselang bahagi ng kanyang katawan (nah, nilagay lang ni stuart ang talong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;We also played the &lt;strong&gt;SOUND RELAY&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;PALAKASAN NG BOSES&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;PINOY HENYO&lt;/strong&gt; (similar to the one in Eat Bulaga) and lastly, the &lt;strong&gt;MODELLING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Pictures:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="Image   hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/0630de95.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by   Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/30-03-06_1657.jpg" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/30-03-06_1747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/30-03-06_1739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by   Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/30-03-06_1728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/30-03-06_1706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/af5bf4bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;So, yeah, I'm happy that I graduated and now, I am officially a FIRST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONDER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114407986077765590?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114407986077765590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114407986077765590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114407986077765590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114407986077765590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/crusaders-gradutaion.html' title='crusaders GRADUTAION'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114365301227348276</id><published>2006-03-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:47:46.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer lovin, sun and burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer is in the heavens! Ahhh… summer, my second life. A time of change, a time of discovery, a time of fun and time for hitting the beach! God, I can't wait to go to the beach.. and oh by the way, I'm so sorry if I wasn't able to update on an ungodly hour. Even if I'm thru with school, I’m still busy busy busy. I've been attending the first responder training. First responder by the way is an person who has been trained to render first aid to a patient. In our school, we call it as the crusaders. It may be tiring but is has great learning experience (seriously). Finally, were going to have our graduation for the first responder training today and I really can't wait to see if I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo….. I have a new hairstyle by the way. Nyahahaha! X D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm loving UP DHARMA DOWN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** UdD is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armi Millare [keyboards, vocals, rhythm guitars]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carlos Tanada [lead guitars]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ean Mayor [drums, human turntables]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paul Yap [bass]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="92" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/updharmadownpanel.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The band got their very unique name DHARMA, which means laws of life. Listen to them and you'll find out how great Rock, Neo-soul, Acid Jazz and Electronic music is if combined. I love their "genre-less" music, their catchy tunes and much much much mucho more. Too bad, their album, FRAGMENTED isn’t available (I think) here in Davao. I've searched every single music store on the city, yet I cannot find one. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still advice you, dear reader, dear music lover and kapwa-noypi to take a plunge and listen to their music. (UdD’s songs are always played on NU107). I am at present hooked with OO, their 3RD single released. So check it awt!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Up dharma Down - OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Naiisip kita&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo ako&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa gabi&lt;br /&gt;Inaasam na Makita kang muli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos ang lahat sa di inaasahang panahon&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon ako'y iyong iniwang&lt;br /&gt;Luhaan, sugatan, di mapakinabangan&lt;br /&gt;Sana nagtanong ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Kung…&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y nagtanong ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang&lt;br /&gt;Maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Kay tagal na panahon&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y nandirito parin&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon para sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumipas mga araw&lt;br /&gt;Na ubod ng saya&lt;br /&gt;Di parin nagbabago ang aking pagsinta&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako'y nagkasala patawad n asana&lt;br /&gt;Ang puso kong matagal nang nagmahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;br /&gt;nagbabasakali lang&lt;br /&gt;Maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang&lt;br /&gt;Sana ako naman&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ika'y minamasdan&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y iyong mamalayan&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang pala alam&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit tayo'y magkaibigan lang&lt;br /&gt;Bumabalik ang lahat twing nagkukulitan&lt;br /&gt;Baka lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y nandito lang hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Matalino ka naman&lt;br /&gt;Kung ikaw at ako&lt;br /&gt;Ay tunay na bigo&lt;br /&gt;Sa laro na ito ay dapat bang sumuko?&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y di ka na lang pala&lt;br /&gt;Aking nakilala&lt;br /&gt;Kung alam ko lang&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y masasaktan ng ganito&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y nakinig na lang ako sa nanay ko&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Nagbabasakali lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. sana lang&lt;br /&gt;Sana ako naman&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam ika'y minamasdan&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y iyong mamalayan&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang pala alam&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;Malas mo&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang natipuhan ko&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mucho mucho love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;maricon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;info courtesy of www.ternorecordings.com/html/updharmadown.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114365301227348276?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114365301227348276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114365301227348276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114365301227348276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114365301227348276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer-lovin-sun-and-burn.html' title='summer lovin, sun and burn'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114277655923572653</id><published>2006-03-19T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T05:55:59.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell already, what's next?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I attended the Graduation Rites of the school batch 2005-2006 Stella Maris Academy Of Davao. And a realization came suddenly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD, WERE "IT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cue for the song: After image – Next In Line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this has been a cliché, and kinda crappy to listen to but I just have to say it: WE ARE THE ONES WHO ARE NEXT IN LINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the 4th year high school students march their way down the aisle, towards the stage, holding their diplomas, with the BIGGEST smile that I have ever seen on their faces, I grasped the truth that TIME won’t slow down, take a deep breath and say: “TAYMPERS pare, kakapagod na!”. I know that I was just a mere spectator of the event. But being able to know some of the people graduating, and some of them even became close to my heart, I understood how it feels to graduate. And I think I’m really not prepared for it. I want to do a lot of things. I still want a lot of things to happen. I still want to try a lot of things. I still want to spend more time with the people close to my heart, especially my barkada. Now tell me, how will I be able to do all of these things if I only have one more year in high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching their Graduation, I realized that time won’t cooperate with what I want to happen. I SHOULD cooperate with time if I want things to happen. I know it’s dreadfully hard to leave your friends and people whom you’ve learned to love at that very day, but that’s life. We learn to love, we let go, we move on. I am trying to assure myself that after graduation, MAGIC will happen. I pray that after graduation, there will be no torture in my mental and my social being. If I really want to fulfill my dreams and aspirations, I have to learn to let go of the past and clutch on to the present towards the future. I know it will be HARD but I once again try to assure myself that everything will be okay. God will never abandon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all the graduates of the school year 2005-2006. CONGRATULATIONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114277655923572653?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114277655923572653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114277655923572653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114277655923572653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114277655923572653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/farewell-already-whats-next.html' title='farewell already, what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114251804052591091</id><published>2006-03-16T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T06:07:20.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa maling akala</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;for the love of god. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;im sorry to tell you this, but the MAALAALA MO KAYA: The Eraserheads Story is not a true and valid news. Nakakainis naman oh! Sa Mailing list ko kase nasagap ang rumors na iko-cover daw ng MMK ang kanilang kwento, pero ang totoo nun, hinde naman pala. Ang taong nagkalat ng kwento ay inuto lang pala ng isang kaibigan niya dahil alam nyang die-hard fan siya ng e-heads. (at ako naman na die hard fan rin naniwala). SAYANG naman oh! haaaayyy.. makausap nga si &lt;em&gt;"tita mel" &lt;/em&gt;para makiusap na doon i-ere ang life story nila.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWS FLASH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- summer na! (cue: i just wanna be on the beach, SUNBURN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-HAPPY BIRThDAY Dindin Of Parokya Ni Edgar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i'll update as soon as i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-yun lang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUNBURN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maricon..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114251804052591091?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114251804052591091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114251804052591091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114251804052591091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114251804052591091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/sa-maling-akala.html' title='sa maling akala'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-114035905542832916</id><published>2006-02-19T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T05:52:03.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lahat ng hinahanap mo, lahat ay nandito: TRIP WITH SANDWICH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the cd, the crowd, the poster, the chucks, the band, the whole SHEBANG! i spent my whole day yesterday anticipating for the launching of SANDWICH'S newest album :&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;5 ON THE FLOOR.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It was a night of sweat, noise, craziness and great music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was with Camilla, Sandra, and Moey. They came to the launching with me. After our practice for our musical play, I immediately went to SM and bum around all by myself while waiting for the rest of the gang. Magisa akong nagmumuni-muni sa SM simula 1:30 hanggang alas tres. Ganun talaga ako. Yan ang pilosopiya ko. Pag may concertt, shows, gigs o kahit ano pa yan na may kinalaman sa mga hilig ko, dapat maaga ka para may assurance na i will get 100% satisfaction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unang dumating si Camilla. Sumunod si Sandra at ang huli si Moey. We waited for hours. At yung DJ ng killerbee pabalik-balik na nagsasabing "SANDWICH WILL BE UP IN A FEW MINUTES." pagkatapos nang ilang minuto,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"SANDWICH WILL BE UP IN A FEW MINUTES." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at pabalikbalik nyang sinabing "SANDWICH WILL BE UP IN A FEW MINUTES." na talagang nakakapagod nang pakinggan. Hanggang sa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LIGHTS WENT OFF. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LUMABAS SI &lt;strong&gt;MIKE (&lt;em&gt;DRUMS)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SUMUNOD SI &lt;strong&gt;DIEGO &lt;em&gt;(GUITARS)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AT SI &lt;strong&gt;MONG&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(GUITARS) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NAMAN ANG LUMABAS &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANG INIIDOLO KONG SI &lt;strong&gt;MYRENE &lt;em&gt;(BASS) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NAGPAKITA NA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AT HANGGANG SA LUMABAS NA SI &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RAIMUND MARASIGAN &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ang ex-drummer ng pinakamamahal kong banda na eraserheads na ngayon ay lead vocals na nang sandwich. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nagsimula na ang tugtugan. Naglabasan na rin ang mga cellphone ng mga tao para makakuha ng letrato. Isa na ako sa mga taong yun. At kahit na nasa pinakagitna at pinakafront ng entertainment plaza, hindi pa rin ako na kontento. I Just had to go to the front. AS in sa HARAP NG STAGE. Kaya ayun. Tumayo ako at pumwesto sa harap ng stage at nagpicture-picture. Hindi ko namalayan na may ibang tao na palang sumunod sa likuran ko at pumwesto na rin. Until the end of the event, dun lang kaming apat sa harapan naki-jam sa banda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At syempre, hindi ko talaga mailalamapas ang pagkakataong na walang one-on-one moment between me and the band. During the launching, kinauap ni Raims ang audience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ROUND ONE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raims: &lt;/strong&gt;ano gusto nyong kantahin namin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audience: &lt;/strong&gt;(sinisigaw yung gusto nilang kanta.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako: &lt;/strong&gt;ALITAPTAP!!!!! (in a very very loud voice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diego: &lt;/strong&gt;Alitaptap?! Makaluma?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako: &lt;/strong&gt;(stunned by the fact na pnatulan ng banda ang mga walang ka-sense-sense na mga sinasabi ko.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ROUND TWO:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raims: &lt;/strong&gt;anong gusto nyong kantahin namin? (while mike and one person are trying to fix the drum set.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako: &lt;/strong&gt;(Once again in a very loud voice) MASILUNGAN!!!! MA-SI-LU-NGAN!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diego: &lt;/strong&gt;ay, galit si mam?!? MA-SI-LU-NGAN!!!!(he tries to imitate me, i think)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi ako galit. I'm very very happy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diego: &lt;/strong&gt;ok! hi miss happy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako: &lt;/strong&gt;(stunned na naman by the fact na pnatulan ng banda ang mga walang ka-sense-sense na mga sinasabi ko.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ROUND THREE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raims: &lt;/strong&gt;(singing masilungan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;malapit na si raimund sa bridge. yung slow part na "wala na tayong masilungan".. At nang kinanta na nga ni raimund ang part na yun, lumapit siya sa may amin at hinawakan ang kamay ko at nag duet kami!!!! waaaaaaaahhhh!!! (scream here!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ROUND FOUR: TAPOS NA ANG LAUNCHING, SIGNING NA!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pagkatapos magpa-autoraph ng mga taong ahead of us, FINALLY, it was our turn. May plano pa nga akong tanungin si Raimund kung kamusta na si ni ELY. pero i cahnged my mind. I decided it wasn't my business anymore and that i should just respect their business. Anyway, moving on..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ewan ko kung anong pumasok sa isip ko at naisipan kong magpa-auotgraph sa chucks ko. ganito yung conversation:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako: &lt;/strong&gt;raimund..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raims: &lt;/strong&gt;yes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako: &lt;/strong&gt;pwede ko bang ipa-sign yung chucks ko?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raims: &lt;/strong&gt;sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako: &lt;/strong&gt;(taking off my shoes) salamat. pasencya na marumi yung sapatos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;myrene: &lt;/strong&gt;ok lng yun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raims: &lt;/strong&gt;(while holding my shoes) Ui, pare! magneticpop!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg! he noticed the vandal on my shoes! I wrote there &lt;strong&gt;ULTRAELECTROMAGNETICPOP! &lt;/strong&gt;The very first album of eraserheads. I was happy because Raimund still remembers his former band. Kahit sa ganoong paraan lamang. I know you wouldn't understand, basta happy ako kase na-acknowledge nya yung 1st album ng 1st band nya. Bumili kami ng t-shirts at hinintay namin na matapos ang autograph signing para magpa-picture kasama ang buong banda. Kahit na gutom, tiniis namin, for the love of the band. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pasencya na kung medyo mababaw yung kaligayahan ko dito. DReam ko kaseng makita sin Raimund, Ely, Buddy At Marcus in real life. One down, three to go. I consider this as an early Birthday gift. (ehem, excuse me po, birthday ko nga pala ngayong FEB 25. holiday, EDSA) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa bandang sandwich! mabuhay kayong lahat!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;PICTURES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1757.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1802.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1803.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1815.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1818.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1833.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_1830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/mongndsandra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandra and mong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/moeywithmongndraims.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moey with mong and raims!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/mewiddaband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me with the band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/meandmong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me with mong. (uy yung guard sumisilip!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_2227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their list. the other one's with sandra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_2131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my chucks. signed and sealed beybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_2130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the other side of the chucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/18-02-06_2129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;their poster. signed and sealed too!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ako ay nahuhulog!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maricon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-114035905542832916?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114035905542832916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=114035905542832916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114035905542832916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/114035905542832916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/lahat-ng-hinahanap-mo-lahat-ay-nandito.html' title='lahat ng hinahanap mo, lahat ay nandito: TRIP WITH SANDWICH'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113975556581398327</id><published>2006-02-12T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T06:46:05.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So my friends, how did your prom go? Mine was overflowing with joy. And goodnes gracious, a lot of mysteries were revealed. And now I also reveal unto you the moments, mark the day of February 11, 2006, our JS promenade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00 a.m.&lt;/strong&gt; I woke up early for the practice of the paraliturgy for the prom. Much to my dismay, the practice was supposed to be at 9:00 and some of the people who needed to attend the practice came late so we started late and went home late. Blah di blah di blah. Candle here, candle there. We also helped in arranging the tables that morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proceeding to &lt;strong&gt;11:30 a.m. &lt;/strong&gt;I cleaned my nails. Spare me for being vain here, but it was needed because my dear bloggers, prom is the moment for change and coming out of our little freaking cocoons. Being the messy (or in our language: &lt;strong&gt;DAMAK&lt;/strong&gt;) persona that i am, its very unusual for me to talk about hair, make up, nails and all that shitty things. And I must warn you, i might sound rather &lt;em&gt;"KIKAY" &lt;/em&gt;here. Moving on. I cleaned my nails for one purpose-slash-statement. And if i tell you my purpose-slash-statement, i'm sure you would understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Naka Havianas ka nga, may lupa naman sa mga singit ng kuko mo" &lt;/strong&gt;After doing the gruelsome cleansing, i ate a &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:30 p.m. &lt;/strong&gt;Papunta na sa lugar ng aking mga sisters, ang parlor. To my surprise, i saw &lt;strong&gt;Ava&lt;/strong&gt; on the same salon that i was gonna let my hair and make up dome. Coincedence ika nga. Don't worry, i'll spare you the details. I'll just keep the moments that happened there to me, my mom (who really did good on her job as a stage mother. way to go mom.) and the shokla who made me more beautiful that night. Oops, sorry, just can't help it. One more thing, the shokla was more excited than me, too. She/ he even asked for my picture. And i said "Uh.. Ok."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was already &lt;strong&gt;3:00 or 3:15 p.m. &lt;/strong&gt;(i think) when the shokla was finished with my uberly lavishing transformation. And as tradition, girls roam around the city just to find an available photo studio to "roar" out there vain selves. In my case, it was the imagine studio just across the street. "Good, no need for me to ramp around the mall with almost 50 pairs of eyes looking at you." But one problem occured to me. I needed to cross the street with those freakin heels on my precious feet. &lt;strong&gt;ASA ANG HUSTISYA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While inside Imagine studio, i suprised myself that i wasn't really that shy in front of the camera, photographer and my big mama. I was fooling around and joking and laughing my lungs out. buhbay poise, say hello to the modern day tarzan na naka dress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was still time for me to go to NCCC mall. Originally, the barkada's plan was to go there and have the group picture taken. I thought i would lack time so i decided not to go to NCCC mall.But i thought wrong. There was plenty of time and i decided to catch up with the gang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;UUUhhh... one second.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bad decision kiddo. Wrong freakin move. If you go to NCCC mall, you have to be able to cross the freaking street again &lt;strong&gt;PLUS &lt;/strong&gt;endure the pain of walikng in 2 inched stilletos &lt;strong&gt;PLUS &lt;/strong&gt;more eyes in NCCC mall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tick &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;decide bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, i'll go. At least i have an assurance that i wasn't only one walking around i a formal attire and i'll be spending the night in that way anyway. Arriving there, we indulged and abused the moment, projecting in front of the camera. At least the camera didn't explode while we emoted in the studio. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:45 p.m. &lt;/strong&gt;this is it. Entering the school was like going into a mosh pit full of beautiful faces. And that my freinds, were the faces of marisians.Yasuy ug yantaw tanan. First, i looked for my partner, &lt;strong&gt;Mr. James Vales &lt;/strong&gt;and half-begged him to stay in front of the line because i had a freakin part in the para-liturgy. Next came along the para-liturgy which was like torture to me. We were forced to stand until two cursed people were finished singing. Oops. sorry again. I was trying not to laugh that time. I don't know what made me laugh. I guess seeing the face of &lt;strong&gt;Vivien Mabao &lt;/strong&gt;in the audience made me laugh. Wahhh tiguang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, torture was over. Its time to sit down and give my tootsies a rest. I was seated with &lt;strong&gt;James Vales, Beatrce Padilla, and Iryll Pagdalian.&lt;/strong&gt; We chated as the people chated too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We needed to dance with the waltz. We were in batch two. My feet was still hurting then. There's only one solution. &lt;em&gt;Take it off, take it off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;And suddenly, Vales had a brilliant idea. He sadi that after the dance, he would carry me. So we did. I danced barefoot and then he carried me. That was fun! wahhhahahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating time! &lt;/strong&gt;Chibog dito. Chibog doon. The line towards the food resembled the ones in prison.Kaming lahat parang mga patay-gutom na nakalinya at naghihintay ng pagkakataon na makakain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Special awards &lt;/strong&gt;was one of the highlights in the prom. I was shocked when my partner was nominated for prom king!!! way to go partner!! Congratulations to all the winners. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disco. &lt;/strong&gt;Sa lahat ng mga party animal, congrats, you did a good job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Finally, &lt;strong&gt;The LAST Dance. &lt;/strong&gt;Oh puhlease. don't let me get started with this one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then ma'am lacson just said. "that's it for the prom. you amy go home now." Nobody stood up for 5 seconds. In short, the prom was bitin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The afterprom. &lt;/strong&gt;K1. Videoke. I sang my heart out. I was like drunk n there but actually, i didn't drink. Drunk but i didn't drink. Watever.I left the place at exactly 12am. Just like the story of cinderella. And as all fairytale stories go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we all lived happily ever after. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(and oh by the way. i hated the last dance. thank you, &lt;strong&gt;Stuart Fernandez, Wizo Aranjuez , Cedric Sevilla, Louie Sia, Alrik Escudreo and Monice Fukushima. You saved me from hiatus of the last dance. Friends always come in handy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;SPECIAL THANKS TO:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;James Vales (partner ko), Beatrice Padilla, Iryll Pagdailian, Ziggy Ensomo, Jie Yeun Kim (For accompanying me in our table).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stuart Fernandez, Wizo Aranjuez , Cedric Sevilla, Louie Sia, Alrik Escudreo and Monica Fukushima. (for the last dance).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Valerie Lima, Ava Sta. Ana, Milay Angsinco, Kristine Reyes, Carizza Gonzales, Bea Talingting, Zillah Milca, Bianca Bautista, Keeshia Uy, Francis Atis (My friends, my barkada. i love you guys. Thank you for the company.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aica Diao, Vivien Mabao, Vikee Lim, Brunx Alabastro, Eva Rose, Eloiza Basbano, and all the party animals who danced. (you did a good jod. Good Good.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom, for financing, the dressmaker, and the shokla, of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To those i forgot, so sorry. But you know who you are. Thank you for making the night a night to remember. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;PICTURES (and more to come):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="401" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/prom.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="401" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/meandpartner.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 554px; HEIGHT: 430px" height="428" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/kamisalamisa.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/beforetheshitness.jpg" width="550" 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/10339468-113975556581398327?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113975556581398327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113975556581398327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113975556581398327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113975556581398327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/prom_12.html' title='PROM'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113914472520990090</id><published>2006-02-05T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T05:05:25.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't get it</title><content type='html'>Why do some people have the guts to show to other people that they are &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;? I mean c'mon. People care to show off their masks instead of showing their true and inner beauty, their true and inner feelings. I really hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people are really like that. They are carried by thier own feelings and thier own wants. If not, sa ibang tao naman nanggaling ang kanilang &lt;em&gt;"drive" &lt;/em&gt;na maging plastic. Nakakainis nga lang eh kung mismo mga friends mo ang nagiging plastic sayo dahil sa &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;nila na malamangan kayo o kaya matapakan kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit kase pag kinakausap mo sila parang walang nangyayari pero talagang halata sa kanilang mga mata na may galit sa kanilang budhi. kung hindi naman galit, inis. Parang pareha lang ata yun eh. Pag nasa malayo sila sa iyo/ inyo, makikita mo at mararamdaman mo na may mga matang nakatitig sayo. Mga matang iba na ang tingin. Hindi na kaaya-aya yung mga titig nila. Talagang iba na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a cliche: "&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People change". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But too bad they change from good to worse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm afraid that if all the people that i care for the most will all turn to monsters. WAG NA man sana. I am afraid na pag lahat na ng mga mahal ko sa buhay naging plastic na, baka ako rin maging plastic na. Ayaw ko talaga ng taong plastic. Hindi ko kayang makipagplastikan sa ibang tao. How much more pa kaya kung sa sarili ko? Bakit ba hindi nila kayang sabihin at ipakita ang gusto nilang ipahiwatig? Kailangan ba talagang itago ito? Siguro takot lang ako na mawala yung mga mahal ko sa buhay dahil sa itinagong &lt;strong&gt;GALIT&lt;/strong&gt; sa puso. Pasencya na lung hindi nyo ako maintindihan. I JUst wanna let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BreathE iN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe Out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BreathE iN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haaayyyyy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oK NA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113914472520990090?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113914472520990090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113914472520990090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113914472520990090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113914472520990090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-get-it.html' title='don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113783114406300501</id><published>2006-01-21T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:38:15.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long wait is over</title><content type='html'>at fucking last. i'm back. haay. i just needed a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; break. There were a lot of things to take care of, so many things to do, so many things to learn and time now for me is like the canteen at school. Sobrang sikip. Oh shoot. kelan kaya luluwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things are waiting to happen. Haay, bakit nga ba ang bilis ng panahon ngayon. Parang nasa twilight zone na tayong lahat. Nandyan na ang prom, ang mga exams, yung mga sunod-sunod na mga practices sa scholl for the culminating week. Speaking of the prom, EVERYBODY'S BEEN talking about this damned thing. Ang prom ay naging kambal na ng ubo at sipon sa paaralan, at naging mas makapangyarihan kesa sa bird flu. Kahit sino, mga babae, maging mga lalaki rin. At nakow! pati na rin ang mga teachers ito ang pinaguusapan. Even before the teachers start discussing about the new lessons, may foreword pa yan sila about the prom.haay. kelan kaya matatapos to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kilala ko na pla yung partner ko. ok lng naman siya. i think he's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka,bago ko makalimutan, may ikwe-kwento ako sa inyo. Ganito yun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matagal na itong nangyari. i had a dream about one guy. Schoolmate ko siya. hindi rin naman kami close at wala kaming connection sa isa't-isa. kilala nyo nga siya eh. At ewan ko ba kung ano ang kinain ko at siya ang napanaginipan ko. Siguro naparami yung kinain kong pritong isda that night. The very next day, i told my friends about it. kase nga diba sobrang weird. At sa sumunod na araw, mas lalong nakapagtataka ang mga sumunod na mga events. One kabarkada of mine told me that this "dreamboy" had his birthday yesterday. so that FREAKin means that i dreamt of him on his exact freakin birthday. how neat is that?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113783114406300501?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113783114406300501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113783114406300501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113783114406300501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113783114406300501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-wait-is-over.html' title='the long wait is over'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113777414475717705</id><published>2006-01-20T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:22:24.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot</title><content type='html'>Welcome to a new world.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll catch up later; my mama is getting angry already. If I don’t turn of this infested machine this instant, I’m a gonner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shoot. here she comes. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113777414475717705?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113777414475717705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113777414475717705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113777414475717705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113777414475717705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/shoot.html' title='shoot'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113712872026907241</id><published>2006-01-12T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:05:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait a little longerrrrr</title><content type='html'>hello. its been a while. im going to be away for some time. suira yung pc. walang time mag - net sa net cafe. blah blah blah. ely!!!! i heard that chito of parokya ni edgra wants eheads reunite. i guess that's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113712872026907241?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113712872026907241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113712872026907241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113712872026907241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113712872026907241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/wait-little-longerrrrr.html' title='wait a little longerrrrr'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113594934578456232</id><published>2005-12-30T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T06:31:42.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>make way for  2 0 0 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2006 is fast approaching, and soon we will be forgetting all that has come to pass this 2005. But shoot, we shouldn’t dare to disregard some of the significant memories that happened to us. Before I leave behind 2005, I’m gonna have a flash back this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my so-called "important events" this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. I figured (and I mean not to brag) that I have the talent in making poems. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I know that the impressions of some of the people on people who make poems are kinda like love-lorn or depressed freaks. But writing &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;ACTUALLY helps &lt;/b&gt;you CALM DOWN, to explain yourself and to shout out to everybody when no one wants to hear you. Admittedly, I write some bad, crappy, and sometimes mga wrong grammar pa. But in poems, there are no excuses needed and there are no rules to follow. Just your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. I've become obnoxiously and obsessively addicted to meuzik.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Noon ok ok pa. pero ngayon parang kahit saan ako, hinahanap ko ang musika. Talagang nakabahid na sa duko ko ang musika. This is the shit right here! Some may say na pampaimpress lang bagay na ito pero if your really passionate about something, di ka mapakali pag wala ito sayo. Talagang hinahanap mo, Just like the computer. If there's no CPU di siya magfu-function. Pagwalang Kutsara, minsan di magagamit ang tinidor. Pag walang palaman, mawawalan ng silbi ang bread. Ganun yun. There's something about It that gives me the heebie-jeebies – &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;IN A good way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3.I spent almost P7000 for buying CD's. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Addict? Hmm.... maybe. Maluho?? Definitely NO. Ladies and gents, this is just one of the living proofs that I can't live without music. May isa ngang week na pabalik-balik ako sa Music Zone kase bili ng bili ng mga CD's. All of them OPM, most of them actually. Kaya naubusan ako ng pera na panregalo sa mga mahal ko sa buhay ngayong pasko. But I'm telling ya! I'm trying my very &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;very &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;best in disciplining myself not to spend too much. And pramis, aalagaan ko ang mga CD'S ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="231" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/Dec3017.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the cd collection""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="287" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/Dec2712.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"a dream come true! an original sticker happy cd of eraseheands! bought on a bookstore, worth 400 pesos, but worth it naman!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;4.We welcomed two new family members in our house: EMILY and FIONA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="298" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/Dec1108.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Emily, the new dog.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="238" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/Aug0606.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "fiona, she was still small, ngaun higante na!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5.As Cedric calls it: "The Mother Experience". &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Remember when my cellphone was wrecked out into pieces? I Miss my T610 na. And sad to say it, I'm still stuck with the temporary phone she let me use. But I guess its ok than wala talaga diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6.The Parokya Ni Edgar Experience. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Dammit. I miss them too! I wish I wish na makabalik sila this 2006 sa Davao city. I miss chito saying "OH YEAH".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7.And lastly, I learned that not all things run as I want them to be. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Say for example, yer planning to burn that CD because there are still a lot of things to do on the line. Everything's ready already. The Blank Cd, the files, etc. Now you only need to go to your pc and burn the darn thing so we can get over it already. But when you wake up, who do you see in front of the pc? Your annoying brother who just started playing Warcraft. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Starting &lt;/i&gt;pa lang ha?! So that means that he'll be on it for 4 – 5 hrs max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;And now your day is ruined. &lt;/b&gt;So you get what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sundry stuff:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;My look of the year: &lt;/b&gt;The "tibak" look. (i.e. the pambahay lang outfit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;My color of the year: &lt;/b&gt;Skyblue, caramel brown, earth colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;My choice noise of the year: &lt;/b&gt;Indie, punk, ska, electronica, new wave, alternative. Basta ayuz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list 1.0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let us commemorate the death anniversary of our national hero: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JOSE RIZAL. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Saludo kami sa iyo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Happy Birhday mr. MARCUS ADORO. (&lt;/b&gt;Dec. 31, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/markups.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KudOs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mariCon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113594934578456232?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113594934578456232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113594934578456232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113594934578456232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113594934578456232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/make-way-for-2-0-0-6.html' title='make way for  2 0 0 6'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113586395466967262</id><published>2005-12-29T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T05:45:54.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRISTMAS CAROL PART II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DECEMBER 20, 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;After&lt;/b&gt; the Christmas party, we had to clean the classroom. But I was too busy watching the bands playing outside. But I had to go back inside anyways. After “helping” the officers clean the classroom, we all left to live our lives just like before, just like nothing happened. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Howevers, &lt;/b&gt;I couldn’t leave without doing something nasty right? I took the 2 jelly rolls from the party and brought it to stuart’s house. We’re gonna save it for the barkada’s party later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;We &lt;/b&gt;all split up. Others went home. Ang iba naman pumunta sa mall. Some of the boys went to modz to play DOTA. Me and Stuart on the other hand bummed around their apartment. Kain kami tapos tulog for 30 minutes. Everybody needs rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5:00 TO 8:00 PM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;INSIDE MALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;At&lt;/b&gt; last. After ng mga hintayan at mga lakwatchahan, magkita rin ang lahat lahat sa yoyong’s. Last year, we also did this. Papicture taking sa yoyong’s tapos hangout sabay kain and chirstmas party sa isang bahay. In this case, we were gonna celebrate it inside alrik’s house. Sobrang ingay naming sa loob ng Yoyong’s. At sabay ng ingay ay ang aming kilig kase andami ng mga lurrrvvve birds na nagsulputan sa barkada namin. Almost half sa amin in lurrrvvve at isa na ako sa mga taong hindi. How sad! Pero talagang nakakakkiLLLLLLig ever ang mga tao. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Finally. &lt;/b&gt;Nasa loob na kami ng studio. Projek ever ang mga tao. Feel na feel talaga ng mga kabarkada ko (pati na rin ako!) ang moment na yun. Smile dito. Smile dun. Projek dito. Projek dun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Pagkatapos &lt;/b&gt;Nagpacute at nagpaganda sa harap ng camera, nagsialisan ang lahat at pumunta na sa next destination: &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;ALRIK’S HOUSE. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sa sandaling nakatapak na ng lupa ang lahat, dumeretso sa hapagkainan at tulong tulong na naghanda ng kakainin habang ang iba ay pumunta sa ikatlong palapag at hinanda ang magiging hang-out naming. After prayer, KAINAN NA!!!! CHIBUGAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Busog &lt;/b&gt;na ang lahat. Its time for the exchange gifts! May tradition kaming magbabarkada sa pasko: bago ibigay ang mga regalo sa isat’isa. May testimony kaming ibibgay sa buong tropa. May magsusulat nito, parang secretary na magta-take down notes. Last year, ako ang nagsulat. This year si Carizza. Pero tulad ng dati, mawawala rin yun. Hehehe….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Sina &lt;/b&gt;Keeshia at Zillah nga pala, umuwi ng maaga, so nde nila nasubaybayan ang iba pang naganap na mga krimen sa loob ng kanilang bahay. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;So ano ang nakuha kong mga regalo?? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Andami. Hindi ko na hinintay ang pasko kase atat na ata akong makuha yun. Pero ito talaga ang pinaka fave ko:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/Dec2715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eto yung sinasabi ni zillah. Ang kyut na kyut na Plato na bigay ni Val na may picture namin sa gitna!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Ang &lt;/b&gt;saya talagang kasama ang buong tropa. Lalung lalo na pag kumpleto kayo. Kase may certain connection kayong lahat. At higit sa lahat, alam nyo na mahal na mahal nyo ang isa’t isa kahit na may mga hidwaan at karumaldumal na misdemeanor ang iba. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;12:30 AM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt; na! buhay pa kami.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Its &lt;/b&gt;time to sleep na. Ang boys matutulog sa bahay nila alrik. Kami sa bahay nila Val. Ewan ko kung anong nangyari kanila alrik pag alis naming pero I’m sure nabubulabog sila pag nagkataon na ang paa ni stuart ay nakaharap sa mukha nila. Yukss yun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Kami &lt;/b&gt;naman ay nagpahinga sa bahay nila. While others were waiting on the line to use the cr, na knock out na ang iba. At ako naman din a maiwasang ilabas ang hinanankit ng tiyan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4:00 am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt; DECEMBER 21: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Simbang gabi, simbang gabi!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;It &lt;/b&gt;was my very first time to attend the simbang gabi. Tropa ko pa ang kasama ko! Andami palang nag-aatend ng simbang gabi ano? We attended the 4:30 mass at Sacred Heart. May naaantok pero pinipigilan ang “Call of nature” kumbaga. Solemn ang mass. Pati ako nakikipaglaban sa nga kampon ng kadiliman habang nagho-homily ang Pari. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6:30 am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Balik sa bahay nila alrik for breakfast.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Ang &lt;/b&gt;mga tira naming, ininit ng yaya nila alrik for breakfast. Sa mga moments na yun sobrang inaantok na ako. So habang hinihintay na matapos ang paghahanda, nakatulog ako sa third floor ng bahay nila. Sobrang di ko kaya. Akalain niyo tatlumpung minuto lang ako natulog at gumising pa ng maaga para sa mass. Pero ok lang yun, sacrifice ko nay un para sa Diyos. (ok bah?) nga 8:00 am may gumising sa akin for breakfast. Chibog na naman. Ang Lug-log na kinain namin kagabi nag iba ang lasa. Yakks na siya ngayon. Wala ng kumain. Naunang naubos ang paksiw na letchon courtesy of miss carizza Gonzales. Ang letche flan ako ang umubos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;After breakfast, everybody prepared themselves to go home. Si alrik na mismo mayari ng bahay iniwan kami dun. Ang sumunod ay ang mga boys na umuwi. Hinintay ng mga girls na dumating si val para bumalik sa bahay nila para kunin ang mga gamit namin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Pagdating sa bahay nila, kuha ng gamit tapos uwi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS THE BEST CHRISTMAS YET WITH THE BARKADA. SA UULITIN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pahabol:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ito &lt;/strong&gt;mga pictures ng talog game! take a closer look:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 492px; HEIGHT: 448px" height="474" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/bienic006.jpg" width="580" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ray in action!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 492px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="436" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/bienic005.jpg" width="580" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My best friend Chabi nakikigulo! sila ang nanalo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 492px" height="436" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/bienic004.jpg" width="580" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ano yun?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113586395466967262?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113586395466967262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113586395466967262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113586395466967262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113586395466967262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-carol-part-ii.html' title='THE CHRISTMAS CAROL PART II'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113585043317740236</id><published>2005-12-29T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:00:33.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRISTMAS CAROL</title><content type='html'>First of all, i just wanna greet you all a merry christmas guyz. Sorry if i haven't been able to update you with whats hot and whats not in my life. Everybody's been busy these days and my relatives from mati came all the way to davao to celebrate christmas with us. So here's what i'm gonna do. I'm gonna recall all the things that happened to me these past few days. It might be boring, it might be not. Just bare with me. I'm not feeling good these days. Things might get crappy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEC. 20, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the Christmas party beybe! Sinyales na wala nang mga tests, assignments and its just hours away para magtapos na ang 3rd grading na talagang ikinamumunghi ko. Planning this thing was easier than the usual. Because for the past school years, planning for the Christmas party would usually start on the last week of November. Now I wonder.. Why did I start planning a week before the Christmas party? Tsk tsk. Parang tinatamad ka na ata ate. It turned out well naman. The party was so much fun. Everybody was laughing and even mama Lacson was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 na nagsimula yung party namin. And as tradition, we started it with a prayer. Then after ang speech kong bulok. Hay, ewan ko bah. Pinilit kase ako ng isang classmate ko na napakawalang hiya. So I just went for it. Pangit naman diba kung magpapaka-KJ ako sa mga moments na yun eh dapat nga magsaya ang lahat. After the speech, everybody was clapping and laughing at the same time. Kung ano ang sinabi ko.. hmmmm…. Secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After speech, GAMES NA!! nandito na yung pinakafavorite kong laro na SOUNDRELAY. Pero hindi siya masyadong nabenta. Masyadong KJ at pacute yung mga classmates kong iba. Haaay. Ewan. Sayang. Na-spoil lang yung game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. STOPDANCE. Ang pambansang laro ng children’s party. Nagkandaletche letche kase yung music parang pirated cd na kung mag play. Walang sumayaw. Hay. Nagulat na lng ako ng lahat ng tao tumatawa kase si dustin (ang ruby’s version ni napoleon dynamite) SUMAYAW in the geekiest and the most hilarious way you could ever think of. Ang mas malala pa dun eh sila Gem, Jerica, Moey at Bmae pumunta sa gitna at sinayawan si Dustin. Wahahahaha!!! Laugh trip talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last. TALONG GAME. Eto na, eto na eto na ang larong pamatagalan na gumising sa lahat ng mga kaluluwa ng tao. Pati na ang mga naninirahang ghosts sa classrum naming nakihiyaw sa gulong nangyari. Eto na talaga ang larong pinakahebigat at pinaka-astig sa lahat. San ba ako magsisimula?? Ahh.. alam ko na. Ang rules kase ng larong ito ay ikakabit ng lalaki ang talong na may tali sa dulo nito. At ang main objective is to push the tansan towards the line and back- gamit ang talong na nakatali sa hips ng lalaki. So its like his thang hanging. Gets nyo na?? Hayaan nyo. Pagnakahanap ako ng pictures ipopost ko. Nakow! Nagulat talaga ako kase nabenta ang larong ito. Pati si mother Lacson tawa ng tawa. Hahaha. Pati na rin ako tuloy tumawa. Eh kase pag kayo ang nandun mauubos talaga ang laway niyo kase lahat ng ito nasa sahig na kase tumulo. FYI: For boyz only ang larong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ang sumunod ay ang CHIBUGAN at ang EXCHANGE OF GIFTS. Pagkatapos ay nagsi-uwian ang mga tao na parang walang nangyari. Ok lang yun. Masaya naman eh. 2nd to the last Christmas party pa naman naming yun. SO Lets make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make updates tomorrow.  Ang mga susunod kong post ay tungkol sa Christmas party namin magbabarkada. So keep in touch ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUdoS&lt;br /&gt;maRiCon_hEeDs_fReEdOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113585043317740236?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113585043317740236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113585043317740236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113585043317740236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113585043317740236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-carol.html' title='THE CHRISTMAS CAROL'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113431301775830239</id><published>2005-12-11T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T06:56:57.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over and done</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;this has to be the suckiest survey that i've answered. EVER. but what was funny is that i really enjoyed answering this crap. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;1. you name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;maricon montajes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;2. You're watching the most important tv show episode of your life (ex: last episode of buffy, star trek, friends, seinfeld or a championship game) and your significant other sits beside you and starts nibbling your ears and passionately feels you up and down. How would you deal with it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;easy. curl my fist, punch his face so to stop him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were hungry, sleepy and horny at the same time, which need would you satisfy first?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;i'd eat first. nothing tastes better than food.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the scariest movie you've ever seen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;the grudge. japanese version. this movie made me saty awake for a week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever sucked on toes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;never. but i'd do if money's on the line.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Superstar, Megastar, or Star for all Seasons?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;supermegaforallseasons star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you for or against the war on Iraq?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;noon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;. but after &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iraq&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;'s progess (election, saddam being arrested) its quite ok for me nah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your kinkiest sexual fantasy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;you answer first asshole&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you look after you wipe your ass?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;nope. I have no time to do that crappy stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you yearn for enlightenment?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;every single friggin day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you play a musical instrument?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;yep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like to eavesdrop?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;no. i respect others privacy so others would respect mine too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you vain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;not quite. sometimes, when im in the mood. anyways your face doesn't even change one single bit if your vain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many beers can you drink till you pass out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;i don't drink maaaaaaaan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. At what age do you think you'll die?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;not thinking of that actually. I try to live life as much as possible.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Katana, submachinegun, or atomic bomb?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;i prefer water gun instead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you homophobic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;no, i try to treat them equally as possible. but i kinda throw up upon seeing them making up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you be angry if you and your significant other had a threesome and he/she had more fun with the third person?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;maybe. i was never on that situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Which of your nipples is more sensitive?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;HUWHAT???? kanina ka pa ah! horny ka noh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's worse? College or work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;i'm a high school student pa! durhh...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113431301775830239?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113431301775830239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113431301775830239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113431301775830239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113431301775830239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/over-and-done.html' title='over and done'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113422963994878383</id><published>2005-12-10T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T07:47:19.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>packshet</title><content type='html'>And so there goes the news. Actually to tell you the truth, this isn't going to be the post i intended for you to read but fate has it, so what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka, yang news na yan ha unang sentence ko may kinalaman yan sa post ko. Kani-kanina lang, nanood ang whole family ko ng Imbestigador. Kase nga kapuso kami diba? So whatever. Back to story. Before Imbestigador, mon2x told me that we should watch imbestigador nga because there was this part that a mother and her 15 year old daughter was buried at the back of thier house. and guess who did this mind-blogging crime? ang ASAWA pa ng babae. what da fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the height of the report, my blood was like boiling like hot water. Yeah, i know its kinda corny and exaggerated for me to be like this, but if you yourself would feel like this. Kase ang pamilya ng na-burol sa mag-ina, iyak na na ng iyak. TOTALLY. and the guilty as charged na tatay ng pamily naka smile pa. syet. the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;this was the story:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARACTERS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang anak&lt;/strong&gt; - 15 year old na anak nila na nasama sa pagburol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang bana&lt;/strong&gt; - sa mga hndi bisaya, ito po ang lalaki na asawa. siya ang may topak na nagburol sa sarili niyang pamilya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang asawa&lt;/strong&gt; - ang ina na kawawang binurol kasama ni &lt;strong&gt;anak&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asawa's&lt;/strong&gt; original husband died way back years ago. And &lt;strong&gt;bana&lt;/strong&gt; started to like asawa so they made up, and got married. In other words, &lt;strong&gt;Asawa&lt;/strong&gt; was a widow and had 2 children, the youngest was&lt;strong&gt; ang anak&lt;/strong&gt; and another girl who i forgot na. &lt;strong&gt;Bana&lt;/strong&gt; had 6 children. &lt;strong&gt;Bana's&lt;/strong&gt; children were not in good terms with &lt;strong&gt;ang anak.&lt;/strong&gt; The reason? dunno, but whatever it is, just leave it behind dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how did it all happen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A witness was there. He said that on the day of the crime, the neighbor was called by &lt;strong&gt;bana&lt;/strong&gt; and asked him if he had a shovel. neighbor asked why. &lt;strong&gt;Bana&lt;/strong&gt; said: "pare yun oh, pinatay ko ang asawa ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor was not able to escape for fear that the &lt;strong&gt;bana&lt;/strong&gt; was going to kill him also. the fukin bana raped &lt;strong&gt;ang anak&lt;/strong&gt; too. bolshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the neighbor was the one who told the police because his conscience could not take it any longer. and so that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;Bana&lt;/strong&gt; was arrested, he was like "&lt;em&gt;oh yeah, them? yeah i remembered. i killed them pala&lt;/em&gt;.". He had that expression on his face. He was there too when the authorities digged the back part of the house. still, his expression was "&lt;em&gt;wala lang&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the police station, the other child of &lt;strong&gt;asawa&lt;/strong&gt; was there. he punched the&lt;strong&gt; bana&lt;/strong&gt;. me, on the other hand who was watching that time, kept on shouting: "cge pa!! cge pa!! kulang pa na. bolshit." pathetic, but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;strong&gt;Bana &lt;/strong&gt;spoked. he said" "&lt;em&gt;hindi ako nagsisisi sa ginawa ko. tama lang yun. kase tanggap ko na eh. hindi kase maganda ang pagtrato niya sa mga anak ko. napalayo nga yung mga anak ko sa akin eh&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO THE HELL CARES??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF I Was THERE. nakow! grrrr......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;things to celebrate:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama's birthday (dec. 8)&lt;br /&gt;ultraelectromagneticjam&lt;br /&gt;cheers to kitin! (i'm sooo happy for you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113422963994878383?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113422963994878383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113422963994878383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113422963994878383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113422963994878383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/packshet.html' title='packshet'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113371122571487355</id><published>2005-12-04T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T07:47:05.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>check this out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://strawberry-meets-brocolli.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://strawberry-meets-brocolli.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a blog of my friend. check this out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113371122571487355?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113371122571487355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113371122571487355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113371122571487355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113371122571487355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/check-this-out.html' title='check this out!'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113316025907934429</id><published>2005-11-27T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:44:19.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ULTRAELECTROMAGNETICJAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nov 29 2005. UP Diliman. (my future university - -HOPEFULLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTRAELECTROMAGNETICJAM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The launching of the biggest album ever, featuring the biggest and the hottest bands of the Philippine musical industry making and performing their own rendition of my all time favorite band THE ERASERHEADS. Slated to become the biggest OPM album of 2005, the 17-track album produced by Jam 88.3 and distributed by Sony BMG Music Entertainment is composed of refurbished Eraserheads' tunes done by an all-star roster tapped from diverse genres in the current OPM umbrella. These are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Paolo Santos - Magasin&lt;br /&gt;Radioactive Sago - Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Imago - Spolarium&lt;br /&gt;Isha - Torpedo&lt;br /&gt;MYMP - Wag Mo Nang Itanong&lt;br /&gt;Orange &amp;amp; Lemons - Wag Kang Matakot&lt;br /&gt;Rico J Puno - Ang Huling El Bimbo&lt;br /&gt;Kitchie Nadal - Ligaya&lt;br /&gt;Barbie Almalbis - Overdrive&lt;br /&gt;Sponge Cola - Pare Ko&lt;br /&gt;6 Cycle Mind - Alapaap&lt;br /&gt;Francis M - Super Proxy&lt;br /&gt;Cueshé - Hard To Believe&lt;br /&gt;Brownman Revival - Maling Akala&lt;br /&gt;South Border - With A Smile&lt;br /&gt;Sugarfree - Tikman&lt;br /&gt;All Star - Para Sa Masa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be one helluva night. Oh yeah. oh yeah. But crap, I can't go (even if I didn’t ask permission, there is no freaking way that my mother will allow me to go to that spanking concert. And even if she does, where will I get my money for the tickets, for the airplane tickets? Where will I stay for the night? This is so shitty. Going there is so cynical for me. Only a miracle can make me go there. So wish me luck. I’m going to make my biggest act of rebellion ever. That is to steal money from my mom or withdraw all my moolah from my bank account. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post break:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i have some great news. My pa started sending emails to me! I was so shocked and happy at the same time. Haha. Despite the fact that my pa is very illiterate when it comes to computers, technology and stuff, i'm still amazed because he managed to send me an email every now and then even if he's tired from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kinda funny too. He keeps on mispelling some words that ewhen you read them you'd think he's pathetic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro - seguro&lt;br /&gt;maybe - mibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, kahit na lago pakinggan, i still love him sooo much and i knwo he loves me too! can't wait for him to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;LATEST EMAIL FROM PA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi dom! how u doing ? okay lang maski na delayed ang sagot mo. you make me very very happy. and many many thanks. tell mon-mon and mama to do the same. i love you. and many thanks especially sa mga pictures... ang cute ni mama mo sa walking alone the beach. hoping to see more pictures to come especially from mama. miss you all, love you all... love you ma !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113316025907934429?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113316025907934429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113316025907934429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113316025907934429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113316025907934429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/ultraelectromagneticjam.html' title='ULTRAELECTROMAGNETICJAM'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113290423916661695</id><published>2005-11-24T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:09:22.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as promised</title><content type='html'>"Mang jose, mang jose!!!!" Woah. until now i can still remember how chito sang this song, and how buwi knocked those bass strings, how gab silently but by heart strummed all his way thru the night, how gab fooled with hale's the day you said goodnight and how dindin played with those drumsticks. I can still remember the smell of beer combining with sweat. Disgusting? well, i soo love it. Syet. I can't believe it! I still have that hangover. Well, we'll just have to wait for Parokya Ni Edgar to come back from Las Vegas because they're having their Amerika City Tour. Wait no more, because as promised, i'm gonna pose the pictures from the concert nah! Sorry it took me soo long for the to upload. The internet connection's starting again. Oh well... here they are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/alfonso.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chito making pacute - bagay siya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 486px; HEIGHT: 568px" height="590" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/buwi.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buwi on bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/buwi1.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! fave pix from buwi - my kabit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/buwifeatdindin.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buwi can't get enough. there's dindin sa gilid. the only picture we had from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/gabagen.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gab chee kee (on rhythms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/gabcheekee.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gab's sweating!! and i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/mariconleg.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fave part from the concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/kami.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedric, my bro, me, buwi and stuart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/samamama.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buwi back to back with gab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/Untitled.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darius on his mean guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/theparokyano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cerdic, mon2, me(feeling close ke dar!) ,dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="347" img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/Untitled-34copy.jpg" alt=" width="643" Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-faced chito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113290423916661695?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113290423916661695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113290423916661695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113290423916661695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113290423916661695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-promised_113290423916661695.html' title='as promised'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113127206901197367</id><published>2005-11-06T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:41:39.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naaalala Kita Pag Umuulan, Sembreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy crap! What happened to the 1 week sembreak? Is it over? Woah! Just like that and its 2 days to go before we say bye-bye to our dear sembreak. Unless of course if you’re a college student, you’ll be lovin the fact that this week is not the end of your vacation. What happened with my sembreak? We went to mati, of course. And oh, was it fun! Swimming in the beach, pigging out, sound tripping, waiting for the waves to smack your body out. Super super saya!!! Too bad my mother wouldn’t let us stay there for the night because it was too expensive. Durrrhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in the beach was so fun because the water there was sooooo clean and spotless. Boracay anyone? Nah, it was far from boracay but I think the experience will be one and the same. Anyway, I was really stunned when we got there because the ateneo basketball highschool varsity was there too!! The trip was really fun but is was BITIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did you know, that last November 2, 2005 was the 35th birthday of MR. ELY BUENDIA who was the vocalist of the phenomenal band ERASERHEADS and is currently the vocals of PUPIL. Its been 4 years since your band has separated and you know, I miss the ely-lemon-buddy-marcus tandem. But nonetheless, what happened has happened and there’s nothing we can do about it. (Not unless if you yourself MR. BUENDIA and MR. MARASIGAN will end up in good terms meaning the band will bring back together and I wish will happen) Still, I will continue to support you wherever you will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPM LIVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those citizens out there who wish that sembreak will get elongated, this song is for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMBREAK&lt;br /&gt;eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you don’t know the song, just read the lyrics and I’m sure you’ll get nostalgic about your semestral break memoirs..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kim kamustang bakasyon mo&lt;br /&gt;ako heto pa rin nababato&lt;br /&gt;bad trip talaga itong Meralco&lt;br /&gt;bakit brownout pa rin dito&lt;br /&gt;walang silbi sa bahay&lt;br /&gt;kundi bumabad sa telepono&lt;br /&gt;o kaya'y kasama ng barkada&lt;br /&gt;nakatambay sa may kanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;naalala kita pag umuulan SEMBREAK&lt;br /&gt;naalala kita pag giniginaw SEMBREAK&lt;br /&gt;naalala kita pag kakain na SEMBREAK&lt;br /&gt;naalala kita ilang bukas pa ba&lt;br /&gt;bago tayo ay magkita&lt;br /&gt;ako'y naiinip na bawa't oras binibilang&lt;br /&gt;sabik na masilayan ka-ha-hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sira pa rin ang bisikleta&lt;br /&gt;may gas wala namang kotse&lt;br /&gt;naghihintay ng ulan&lt;br /&gt;basketball sa banyo&lt;br /&gt;sana ay may pasok na para at least&lt;br /&gt;meron ng baon&lt;br /&gt;cutting classes dating raket&lt;br /&gt;rock and roll buong taon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang kayakap kundi gitara&lt;br /&gt;nangangati sa kaiisip sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;hanggang sa mabutas 'tong maong ko&lt;br /&gt;tsaka bibili uli ng bago&lt;br /&gt;hanggang dito na lang ang liham ko&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa atensyon mo&lt;br /&gt;tsaka na lang pala ang utang ko&lt;br /&gt;pag nakagkita na lang uli tayo oh wohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naalala kita SEMBREAK&lt;br /&gt;naalala kita SEMBREAK&lt;br /&gt;naalala kita SEMBREAK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113127206901197367?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113127206901197367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113127206901197367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113127206901197367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113127206901197367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/naaalala-kita-pag-umuulan-sembreak.html' title='Naaalala Kita Pag Umuulan, Sembreak'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-113004991147398850</id><published>2005-10-22T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:45:11.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adios amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some people come, and unexpectedly, they become a big big big part in our lives. Some go, leaving that big o' heart of yours empty and it really givs you the heebie-jeebies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last friday, I was able to feel that kind of feeling. Franz just left for cebu last saturday, without letting us know what was the MAIN reason why. I guess its too private but i guess we should know para at least, mapalagay naman kami.(Why does it always happen on a friday?) Anyway, she invited us to her house to have a little despedida [party. At syempre naman, nde talaga mawawala ang kain dyan!! Whuhu!!! Pagkatapos kumain, Nagbonding sessions na kami. Sinamantala na talaga namin yungoras kase pagkabukas, wala na kaming franz na makikita sa skul. How tragic naman. Hanggang sa dumating na kmi sa crying sessions namin. Kahit ayaw kong umiyak nun, syet, bigla na lng tumulo kase nde talaga matiis. Mamimiss talaga namin si franz. Wala nang tatawag sa akin ng buwi. Wala na rin akong matatawag na gab. Haaaay, franz, kung saan ka mang kupalop sa cebu nakatira ngayon, text2 parin tayo. Walang limutan hah??? MISS KA na namin. we love you! Bisita ka naman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="30" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/gab.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"we miss you franz"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-113004991147398850?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113004991147398850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=113004991147398850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113004991147398850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/113004991147398850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/10/adios-amigos.html' title='adios amigos'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112920056382286175</id><published>2005-10-13T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T03:49:23.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strangeticulations</title><content type='html'>First thing i'm gonna say is : SYET! alam nyo bah na ilang beses ko nang ti-nayp ang post na ito, parati na lng nag to-trobuleshoot ang computer par kini-click ko na ang submit button?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yung introduction na yun walang kinalaman sa post ko.Gusto ko lng ipaalam sa mga taong may malay na nagkandahirap akong mag type nito at sana may mag comment dito. Asus. Nagmakaawa raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seryoso na. Ang post ko kase about sa nangyari sakin last friday. Last friday was a very very very unusal and different day. No, its not the "i went to the mall and then blah blah blah then i saw blah blah and then we blah blah" type of day. And yes, Last friday was a very DIFFERENT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened really was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - It was like any other day. Nde ako nanalo ng lotto, Nde parin nagkabalikan ang eraserheads. As in walang wala talaga. In the morning the campus just had a mass, then regular - No- Make that regular boring classes begun. In the afternoon we had our practices and i had the usual sightings on budoy. It was just any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where's the unusal part?? JUST READ ON..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: 20 pm, It started to rain hard. So we had to stop the cheerdance practice and pack our things up. Lucky for me i bought my umbrella. (Actually, i always bring an umbrella) and i have aica, my classmate and neighbor rolled into one. Ang saya diba, may payong ka nah, may kasama ka papauwi sa bahay. SAKAY NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumakay na kami ng jeepney. Talagang ganun naman talaga eh. Its the usual. When the jeepney we were riding passed by LTO near Alemndras Gym ( Sa lahat ng ungas na mga taga-davao na bumabasa nito, susuntukin ko kayo pag di nyo alama kung saan ang almendras gym. Ok?? OK! ) There was some sort of traffic. Whuhu! Ang saya diba? Ganda ng combination ng time na yun. Umaambon nah, gabi na nga yun Traffic pah! May taxi na nakaharang sa gitna ng daan. Tama ba yun? Hehehe... May aksidente palang nangyari. May isang motor na nabangga sa taxi. And as the jeepney that we were riding slowly paced up, may nakita kaming kid sa loob ng jeep. Parang kilala ko yung relos na yun ah.. Pati yung buhok... Pati Yung mukha ng dodong na yun! SYET again!!!! KAPATID KO YUNG NASA TAXI!!! ohhhhh nooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I called my brother to check if he was ok, if he was hurt or anything. Kahit ganun yun ka ungas yung small brother ko, love ko parin yun noh.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng issue na yun. Ang jeep na sinasakyan ko na dumaan na sa may SM. Nang palabas na sa kanto na yun, malapit na sa matina, eto na naman ang sinumpaang traffic! Nagsimula na naman.. Sa may waiting shed dun sa area na yun, sobrang dami ng tao. Akala ko nga eh na nagsimula na ang Kapuso Dabaweno Weekend at may motorcade nang naganap. Did you know that the actual opposite happened? May namatay na traffic aid! Oo, totoong-totoo. MAY NABARIL NA TRAFFIC AID SA MATINA. At ang palayok na aica, sinama pa ako sa mga misadventures nya. Nag-decide pa naman na pumunta sa crime scene? Ang saya anoh?! Oo, maniwala kayo sa akin. May namatay talaga. Ako nga eh, sobrang worried ako kase 1st naaksidente ang taxi na sinasakyan ng kapatid ko at ang sumunod naman ay may namatay.. Ang kwento-kwento ng mga tao dun ay, sa banding hapon raw last Friday, may nakaaway daw yung traffic aid at yung nakaaway nya, sobrang pikon na sa traffic aid kaya nag-swear sya na babalikan nya yung traffic aid. Siguro napikon nga talaga sya kase binalikan talaga siya mga banding 5:00 pm at little did the traffic enforcer knew, na last day na pala nya sa mundong ibabaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaayyy buhay, Anything can happen talaga in just a split of a second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112920056382286175?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112920056382286175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112920056382286175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112920056382286175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112920056382286175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/10/strangeticulations.html' title='strangeticulations'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112823313401882831</id><published>2005-10-01T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:05:34.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OKTOBERFEST NAH: stalking the parokya ni edgar band</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CURRENTLY LISTENING: &lt;strong&gt;Pinoy Ako&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                                   Orange And Lemons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CURRENTLY WATCHING: &lt;strong&gt;SOP Music Awards- GMA 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CURRENTLY EATING: &lt;strong&gt;RB Sheperd's Peanut Brittle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wait, before i start raving about how much fun i had last night, just want to say that this post is kinda long, so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have the patience in reading &lt;/strong&gt;this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Finally, &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;THE DAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; arrived. &lt;strong&gt;OKTOBERFEST NAH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;what a good way to celebrate the first day of the celebration! Me, my friends, and my brother and cousin planned to watch &lt;strong&gt;PAROKYA NI EDGAR &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;the VENUE&lt;/strong&gt; last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;At hindi naman talaga maxadong obvious na excited kami anoh kase mga 7:00 p.m. nanduun na kami sa venue at yung show magsa-start ng 10:00 p.m. Hindi naman talaga halata anoh? Stumambay muna kami sa compound ng place. Daming waiter na nagaagawan sa amin dun! syet, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FELT LIKE A SUPERSTAR!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;As we settled down, kase hinintay pa namin sila Franz, Camilla and Joanna. Nagorder na "lang" kami ng drinks para nde kami mapaalis sa compound. Syempre naan, nakikiupo lng kami. NAKOW! mahirap nah... What was funny is that yung inorder ng kapatid ko na iced tea may service charge pala na 6.50 Pesos! Sobrang inis niya kase ang mahal mahal pa ng iced tea nila, dinagdagan pa ang presyo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:30,&lt;/strong&gt; they started letting people going inside. Lucky us, nakapasok pa kami ng walang siksikan, nasa front pa kami naka upo.. Tignan mo nga naman ang pagkakataon, it really pays to be early talaga!Pero medyo worried ako kase alam nyo, nung moment na nandun kami, ala masyadongmga tao. Sabi ko pa nga sa sarili ko "Ayay, parang nde bebenta ang show nato.. Sorbang konti lng ng tao! tsk tsk.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SA LOOB:&lt;/strong&gt;  Umupo kami sa pinakafront. Ako, kuya, kapatid kong palayok, si Stuart, Cedric, Franz, joanna, Camilla, Ed, Luigi and Rj. Tapos nun, ang unang band na nag-play ay ang BRAINCHILD. Its a Manila-based band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:30,&lt;/strong&gt; Haay nko sobrang tagal na namin sa loob. Marami na rin ang mga tao sa venue. Haaay, Akala ko pa naman, konti lng ang manonood. Parang naubusan na kami ng lakas sa paghihintay. Kapatid ko sumakit na ang tiyan. Gutom na ang lahat. Pagod at nababagot na sa kahihintay at sa kauupo. Napupudpod na ang mga fringers namin sa kakapindot ng cellphone sa kakalaro ng snake at bounce habang ang iba naman ay nagbu-bluetooth ng mga sex videos . (sila stuart at franz lng po, nde ako kasali.) .................................................................................. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;NANG MAY BIGLANG LUMABAS na lalaking may dalang guitara at isa pang lalaki na may dalang bass guitar at naka spike ang hair at may isa pang lalaking sobrang laki na may hawak na drum sticks at isa pang lalaki na nakaglasses at may dalang guitars!!! gasp gasp gasp! its the, the the, the crew lng pla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Pagkatapos ng ialng sandali, sumigaw ang audience... NANDITO NA NG SILA!!! SUPER!!! as in, Kinuha namin yung mga gamit nila at ppumunta sa front as in sa MAXIMUS FRONT ng stage at doon akijam sa kanila. HUWAW! ang dami ng mga tao.. pero hindi naman masikip. Haaaayyy ang guapo pla ni buwi (bass) sa personal at ang tisoy tisoy ni chito in person!!!hahahahahahahahaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy super starstruck talaga ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;5 times kami ng pansinan ni buwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;3 or 4 times kay gab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;2 times kay darius at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;2 or 3 times kay chito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;naka shake hands ko rin si chito at si buwi at si gab.. may pictures nga kami eh tapos habang nagko-concert tinanong ni chito na kung ano raw gusto namin na kantahin nila. At alam niyo naman ako, parang alien, sigaw ng sigaw ng kahit ano. Sumigaw ako ng &lt;strong&gt;"cake, alimango, patis, spaghetti..." &lt;/strong&gt;At nung sinabi ko na spaghetti, sinabihan ako ni chito ng .." SPAGHETTI?? Anong gusto mo, pababa o pataas???" OOOOHHHHH MY GOSH! Can this be actually accepted as an actual conversation..??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;meron pang isa, medyo quiet yung audience nung moment na yun, at may sinasabi si chito nun, nakalimutan ko na kung ano, nang bigla na lng akong sumogaw ng "OH YEAH!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sinagot rin ako ni chito ng "OH YEAH?!?!?!" haaaaaayyyyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Pumunta rin kami sa backstage. Ang swerte namin nun kase yung floor manager ata yun o parang manager ng banda nagandahan sa friend ko! Sa loob ng backstage, nagpicture taking kami tapos shake hands shake hands and everything. Magpapaautograph nga sana ako eh kaya lng, nawala yung ballpen ko! Pero ok lng yun.. Basta ang importante i had fun. Nandun pa nga si Kaatrina Halili sa loob ng backstage. Nag "Hi" ako sa kanya tapos siya naman hi rin with matching smile ang wave. Naks! close kame? hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Alam kong medyo mababaw yung pinag-popost ko rito at alam ko rin na nonsense siya konti. Pasensya na po, na starstruck lng po talaga ako at sa sobrang happy ko sa moment na yun. Haaaayy ayaw pa nga namin umuwi nun pero paod na rin kami. SUPORTAHAN ANG OPM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;pictures will be post soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;ABANGAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112823313401882831?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112823313401882831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112823313401882831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112823313401882831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112823313401882831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/10/oktoberfest-nah-stalking-parokya-ni.html' title='OKTOBERFEST NAH: stalking the parokya ni edgar band'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112782961674714151</id><published>2005-09-27T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T07:00:17.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doing advanced plannings eh?</title><content type='html'>College life is almost up and my time here in highschool is already in counting numbers.. and i totally hate it. I really think it would be much ,much better if God will ( and i hope God will certainly grant it)to extend my time here in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, i think i got it all wrong. nyahaha! I mean that He'll prolong the time now because i've noticed that time runs soo fast right now. Its like the flight of the -bumbblebee (i-plug bah ang kanta ni maksim dito?) scurrying so fast, like somebody's running after it. I just want real time with my friends and i think i want to settle things right before i go to the "next level" and that is college. Darn, i'm soo busy these days that i can't even remember my name!!! (talaga?! owss... ano ka, may amnesia?!) and i'm kinda confused too. i really really really want to study in manila but my parents won't allow me. Maybe its because of these reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        1. manila's far far far and did i mention that its far away form davao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        2. Probably becauuse of the tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        3. or they are just back on their over-protective attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's what parents are for sure. They're ment to oppose every little thing that that they're children say. Whaatt??? am i too mean? well i guess i am. Or not! I THINK IM 100% MEAN. I Just really want to take the opportunity in manila and study there.  Sigh.. i hope that GOD wills it that i study there and i really really really wish that, I'll be able to pass a scholarship award there and i think it would be for the betterment of my Future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhhhh its very unusal of  me to speak this way, but the truth is, i'm really serious about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, waddaya say? can you help me out? What school would be good for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112782961674714151?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112782961674714151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112782961674714151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112782961674714151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112782961674714151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/09/doing-advanced-plannings-eh.html' title='doing advanced plannings eh?'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112679206849667100</id><published>2005-09-15T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T06:47:48.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the countdown BEGINS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 DAYS NA LANG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for september 23 to arrive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and that's the day when my papa will arrive from UAE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whoohohohohoh.. soo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112679206849667100?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112679206849667100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112679206849667100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112679206849667100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112679206849667100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/09/countdown-begins.html' title='the countdown BEGINS!!!'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112644863485950861</id><published>2005-09-11T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T09:06:36.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malas O Swerete???</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I saw somebody who really looked like ELY BUENDIA!! Oh my gush!! His hair was really like Ely's and he knows how to play the guitars just like Ely, he's tall just like Ely His face really was 75% like Ely's and maybe I think too much about Ely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. I saw him at Spazio's LAUNCHPAD: ACOUSTIC . Me, my barkada and a lot of marisians were actually there to support my batchmates &lt;strong&gt;Mark Espiritu, Camille Bastes, Daniel Fortades&lt;/strong&gt;, and their friend from Holy Cross Naming themselves the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TIED UP KNOTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (astig name nila anoh?!) who joined the contest. Finally! I was really able to get out of the house. Somebody in heaven’s listening to me. He really gave me a happy day today. Thank you my man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I don't have any pictures or any memento captured cause because you all know that I am currently "empty-handed" with regards to my friggin cellphone. They were the first one to sing. They sang 4 songs almost 75% of the songs were all from MYMP. The other opponent, (they were only 2 then, battling for first place). Erhmmm… No comment na lng. Hehe.. So we were so sure that Tied Up Knots was going to win.. But then There was another band who made habol and joined the contest. Saya ng contest anoh, pwede kang humabol kahit na last minute na. The band was called "EMO-HA" haha. Funny name. I hate to admit it but their band was really good. Ang saya ng performance nila. At saya pa ng banda nila kase yung back-up guitarist nila, kamukha ni bamboo. Yung singer kamukha ng bida sa music video ng HALE- the day you said goodnight. Yung drmmer naman kamukha rin ni Roll Martinez ng hale at yung lead guitarist, gasp! At gasp pa ulit, kamukha ni ELY BUENDIA!!waaaahhh.. GUYS, LETS ALL SCREAM HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok tama na ang pagsigaw. Kahit na si Ed, yung classmate ko rin na sobrang nakakarelate ako sa mge Eraserheads obsessions ko. Agreed with me. He definitely looked like Ely. Ok ok whatever. I’ll stop the Ely thing nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos naming manood sa show, we went to js gaisano to watch the EMAR vs. SMAD game. At pagdating na pagdating namin sa sky gym, 4th quarter na pla! Nakow! Nde pa naming na chempuhan na simulan yung game sa 1st quarter. Kung nadun pa sana ako sa simula pa lamang, nanalo na sana yung school naming. Haay nakow talaga. Talunan yung team ng varsity boys namin, super. Wala na yata silang balak na ipanalo yung school namin. Haayyy nako. Akalain nyo naman na ang score ata nun ay 79-91! Tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung pauwi na ako kasama si viven. May nakita kaming sari-sari store na ang table cloth nila uniform natin!!!! Anakngkuwannahindinakalabassatiyanngina!!! Hindi nyo na binigyan ng karangalan ang school naming!!! Hindi talaga kami nakatiis at pinuntahan namin yung tindahan at nakiusap, EHEM take note: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NAKIUSAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kami na tanggalin yung table cloth-slash-uniform namin at nagsuggest rin kami na ang gamitin na lng nila ay yung karibal namin na paaralan na nasa harap ng matina town square. Pumayag naman sila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama nga pala, while going to Gaisano South City Mall, i happen to pass by this tinda-tinda stand selling punkista accessories. While Staurt was so busy eating all those &lt;strong&gt;Quek-quek, &lt;/strong&gt;i bought black pearl (their fake, actually) studs just for 10 pesos!!! kewl huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/earings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST THIS DAY: &lt;/strong&gt;More ely buendia!! MTV pilipinas 2005 just ended and guess what who did the finale?? &lt;em&gt;Yeaaaaaaaahhhh.... it was ely buendia!!! &lt;/em&gt;It was somekind of dedication to Pepe Smith. They sang Himig natin with marc abaya, The vocalist from detroit (i forgot his name) and guitars of rivermaya and uhmmm i forgot already!!! Kase super mezmerized ako kay ely... Waahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU JUDGE: WAS MY DAY A LUCKY OR AN UNLUCKY ONE??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112644863485950861?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112644863485950861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112644863485950861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112644863485950861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112644863485950861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/09/malas-o-swerete.html' title='Malas O Swerete???'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112632624251300773</id><published>2005-09-09T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:24:02.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mga walang puso na tao</title><content type='html'>GOD!!! things aren't pretty good in my life right now. The worst part of the week was last wednesday..THE STORY GOES A  LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISMISSAL TIME SA SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look at the distance that i travel every friggin single day from home to school, it'll take me 45 minutes in the morning and in the afternoon (that's the dismissal time) 1 hour and a half i think.. Well, you can't blame me, we have no car so i ride jeepneys every single day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was different (chaka). I was in a hurry to go home because talagang na jejebs na ako.. di na siya matiis. After 1hour and a half of traveling towards home, at last, i finally arrived at my destination. whuhu!!! ang saya ko na kase talagang mailalabas ko na ang sama ng loob ng tiyan ko. Pero ng lumapit ako ng lumapit sa bahay, napansin ko na sirado pa ang lights..(it was 10 mins to 6 pm). Nakita ko rin na nakatayo yung kuya-slash-cousin ko sa labas ng bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala pang tao. wala sakin yung susi" sabi pa niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aHHH okey" sabi ko. pero sa loob ng tumitibok kong puso sinasabi niya "shyet! bat ngayon pa!!!!!! wAAhAHaHAhaHAhAhha!!!!" WALA RIN NAMAN AKONG MAGAWA DIBA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what was funny?? Even though na natatae na ako, kumain pa rin ako ng barbique kase there was a near by barbique store na walking distance lng sa bahay namin, actually kapitbahay lng namin yung nagbebenta nun and we were on the same street pa naman. So ano pa nga ang gagawin ko??? eh di kumain kahit natatae na ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 pm na.. i hour na kaming naghihintay sa labas ng bahay. Di ko rin nman matetext yung mama at kapatid kong palayok kase ng diba nasira yung cellphone ko?! tinapon ng magaling kong ina.. tsk tsk.. At yung cellphone rin ng kuya ko na snatch sa mall... ang saya saya diba. soo alam niya naman hindi alaga nagpapatalo ang bida natin kaya pumunta ako sa bahay ng friend ko at makikitext sana.pero napakamalas naman talaga anoh at nachempuhan ko pa na wal silang load dun!!!! naalala ko tuloy na may tatlong assignments pa ako. Lalung uminit tuloy ang ulo ko...&lt;br /&gt;Pagbalik ko galing sa bahay ng friend ko, wala parin yung mga salot ng lipunan. di ba nila naaalala na may mga taong kailangang kumain ng hapunan, magbihis ng damit, gumawa ng assignments at tumae?  Wala namn kaming maawa dun sa labas ng bahay kaya naglakad na lng kami papunta sa bahay ng friend ko( the same house na pinuntahan ko para makitext) at dun, nanood na lng kami ng myx buong magdamag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 MINS. TO 8 pm we decided to walk ourselves home at nababasakaling nandun na ang mga taong mayhawak ng susi pero pagdating nmin dun,wala pa ring tao!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH !!! sbrang inis ko na talaga.. Kaya umakyat na lng yung kuya ko sa gate para tignan kung nasa loob ba ang susi o kaya open yung door. After nyang umakyat, sinubukan nyang bksan ang front door. SA AWA NG DIYOS bukas nga.. At pinalad  rin kami ng panahon, dumating na ang reyna at prinsepe ng bahay. at ang kapatid kong palayok, ako pa ang sinisi kung bakit raw matagal sila kase di raw makontak yung cellpone nya kase ang sim ko, nasa phone nya. bakit raw di ko chinange yung sims namin. tanga niya! sinabihan ko siya ng " anong gusto mo, pupunta ako ng holy child para i change lng ang sim natin?!?!" alam mo ba kung san sila galing? sa victoria plaza lng maman po, bumili ng badminton raquet.. grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pagpasok namin sa bahay, syempre, sinigurado ko muna na na mailalabas ko yung bagyong jolina sa loob ng tiyan ko. kaya after ng unos, relaxed na ako. soo ginawa ko muna yung mga assignments ko at afetr nun may tinype ako sa pc.. umuulan na ng malakas.. hindi na rin ako kumain sa sobrang inis ko.. type ako ng type nang nainis na si bathala sa akin at nagkablackout!!!!!!!!!! yun.. badtrp. sa ano ang conclusion dun? badtrip yung araw na yun... haaay nako. ang swerte nyo at hindi kayo ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taas pla ng post na ito..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112632624251300773?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112632624251300773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112632624251300773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112632624251300773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112632624251300773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/09/mga-walang-puso-na-tao.html' title='mga walang puso na tao'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112583921538522134</id><published>2005-09-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T06:06:55.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you need a reason to love??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;one day a gal asked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do you like me..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do you love me..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE answered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't tell the reason.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i really like you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can't even tell me the reason..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; how can you say you like me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can you say you love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i really don't know the reason, but ican prove that i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;proof? no! i want you to tell methe reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my friend's boyfriend can tellher why he loves her but not you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ok..ok!! ermmss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you are beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because your voice is sweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you are caring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you are loving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you are thoughtful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of your smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of your every movements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the gal felt very satisfied with his answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unfortunately, a few days later, the gal met &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with an accident and had a comma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE then placed a letter by her side, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here is the content:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darling,because of your sweet voice that I loveyou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now can you talk? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no! therefore i cannot love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of your care and concern that i like you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that you cannot show them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;therefore i cannot love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of your smile,because of your every movements that i love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now can you smile? now can you move?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, therefore i cannot love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if love needs a reason, like now, there is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no reason for me to love you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do love need a reason? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO!therefore, i still love you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and love doesn't need a reason...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sometimes the best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, cannot be touched, but can be felt in the heart"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love doesn't need a reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; its something you can feel burning inside your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heart and waiting to be explode of love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please.. never ever ask someone why dothey love u.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is nature and without love the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;world is nothing but a piece of crap.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so everyone love the world and also love ur loved ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112583921538522134?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112583921538522134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112583921538522134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112583921538522134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112583921538522134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-need-reason-to-love.html' title='do you need a reason to love??'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112480408608929961</id><published>2005-08-23T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T06:20:10.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hard work: PAID OFF!! not for now..</title><content type='html'>hey guys!! i'm currently starting to make my own layout! I made this one by my own sweat..!!!! hehehe... its still not finished. i'm planning to put other things here. you know, fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a new shout box so pls put messages there okey? thnx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112480408608929961?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112480408608929961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112480408608929961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112480408608929961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112480408608929961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/hard-work-paid-off-not-for-now.html' title='the hard work: PAID OFF!! not for now..'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112437551131167314</id><published>2005-08-18T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T07:31:51.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>watta week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;WHAT A WEEK!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;damn! this week was uber tiring-stressingh-dramatic week for me! Bad news lahat ang nagpapatungpatong sa mukha ko. &lt;em&gt;If you only knew what happened yesterday night... &lt;/em&gt;Zillah knows what happen, and my barkada knows what happened. Its too personal to say it here online, but i'm just going to give a brief description about what really happened...First of, me and my mother had a really big fight, and when i say big, i mean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;. Really, seriouslly.. It was to the extent that my mom threw a mug at me, (Well, not really directly at me but to the bedroom floor) some other stuff and the worst part was that she even threw my cellphone.She threw it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWICE. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;KAWAWA ANG T610 KO. UBER LATA NAH.. &lt;/em&gt;the LCD was totally destroyed. All i can see are cracks and a yellowish-screen. super saya diba??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/Aug1856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;can't you see tha cracks and the yellow screen??? &lt;em&gt;sHEEsH....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/Aug1854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some parts are still missing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, after a few hours that day, (Aug 17 05 pm) Me and my mom were at peace na rin. And guess whaaaat?? She promised to buy or maybe pay me for the damage that my cellpohne had. After all my cellphone was spent by me and my pops. We were 25%-75% when we bought that phone. And now its damaged. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i woke up this morning, my eyes were soooooooo sore from crying. AS IN SUPER SORE. i was like a fish. haha. So i didn't go to school that morning. So in the afternoon, my classmates first impression was:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"What happened to your eyes?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Sayanga so phone mo ui...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So onto the next tragic set of stories...If you probably happen to pass by zillah's page, maybe you have heard that we were not allowed to join the DACS modern dance. &lt;em&gt;OHHH BOO-HOO. &lt;/em&gt;tragic.tragic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Sir Puno's office to ask for another chance for us to join, but the desicion was clear. WE WERE NOT ALLOWED. swerte yung nakasali na neo-ethnic. Haaayyyy regrets al over. I wish i joined the audition. AND I WISH I COULD REPLACE ONE PERSON THERE WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DANCE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112437551131167314?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112437551131167314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112437551131167314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112437551131167314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112437551131167314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/watta-week.html' title='watta week!!!'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112384035189136845</id><published>2005-08-12T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T02:52:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN FUN IN THE SUN</title><content type='html'>its been like what??? 3 centuries since ive been back in this place. Miss me?? think not! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davao starting to celebrate its 67th (i think) KADAYAWAN FESTIVAL which can only mean one thing. GIMIK!!!! I just love it when davao celebrates these kind of things.. Not to mention the mall sales taht you could crave for, the tiangees everywhere selling cute little things, and my all time favorite, the concerts everywhere!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already started our gimik already. we watched mymp last august 6 at the venue just like what ive told you. It was soo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for now. i really don't know what to post anymore. haha. pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112384035189136845?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112384035189136845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112384035189136845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112384035189136845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112384035189136845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/fun-fun-in-sun.html' title='FUN FUN IN THE SUN'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112246365589217354</id><published>2005-07-27T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T04:27:35.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;HELP!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALP!!! Guys, patulong naman oh! Kung pwede sumagot kayo dito sa mga tanaong kase may giagawa kaming survey para sa pamanahong papel namin (aka--&gt; TERM PAPER) sa Filipino. Ang topic namin ay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i swear its so interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BAKIT MAHILIG ANG MGA PILIPINO MAG-TEXT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pls po, sumagot kayo sa tanong para masali ko kayo sa survey namin in this format and kindly answer the ff questions (just place your answers as a comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mahilig ka bang magtext?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bakit ka nag te-text?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sa tingin mo ba importante ang mag text sa araw-araw na gawain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Paano nakakatulong ang pag-text sa buhay natin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sa tingin niyo, bakit mahilig mag-text ang mga Pilipino?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;pls pls pls po, sumagot kayo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tanks..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112246365589217354?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112246365589217354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112246365589217354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112246365589217354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112246365589217354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/07/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112177749538988439</id><published>2005-07-19T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:08:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advanced misadventures of MARICON</title><content type='html'>heeey!!! gulat kayo anoh kase may bago akong post ngayon sa blog ko?? hehe.. actually, siningit ko lng po ito kase may ginagawa akong assignment sa chemisrty. HAy &lt;strong&gt;lolly!!&lt;/strong&gt; kung pwede nga lang, titigil na akong mag aral kase sorbang pagod na po ako. HAAAAYY. At di pa po dito nagtatapos ang mga masasayang araw ko dahil may assignment rin ako sa math na kailangang i-pass before first period. So ang ibig sabihin nito ay gigising na naman ako nga pagka-aga-aga at magpakapuyat at magpakamartyr sa mga grado. HAAAAAYYY na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG DI KA LANG IMPORTANTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG DI KA LANG TALAGA MAHALAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di naman talaga obvious na stressed out na talaga ako. As in tothehighestlevelofmaximumpowerdinamareachdi-&lt;br /&gt;maabotnalinteknawalanggantengpakshyet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero knowing me, di naman talaga ako&lt;br /&gt;nagpapatalo eh! ako pa! ang motto ko pa naman ay &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AJA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinanood ko yung movie na &lt;a href="http://www.pinoyblonde.com"&gt;pinoy blonde&lt;/a&gt; at lam niyo, ang SAYA ng movie kase napaka-unique.&lt;br /&gt;Maganda yung cinematography niya pero ang story hindi masyadong maganda. Pero underneath it all, maganda parin. &lt;em&gt;NAPAKA-ASTEEG. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/pinoyblonde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;i have a strange feeling about this" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GEORGE LUCAS, STAR WARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang susunod kong gagawin ay manood ng MYMP sa &lt;a href="http://www.thevenue.com"&gt;the venue&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/bobmarley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whuhu!!! nararamdaman ko na na magiging masaya ito! Kaya kayo, wag nyong abusuhin ang katawan ninyo. Hay nako napakabata niyo pa. Tignan nyo ako. Gwin nyo akong modelo ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112177749538988439?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112177749538988439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112177749538988439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112177749538988439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112177749538988439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/07/advanced-misadventures-of-maricon.html' title='Advanced misadventures of MARICON'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-112143994073669264</id><published>2005-07-15T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T08:05:40.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take a bite of my crazy life</title><content type='html'>guyz!! cenxa na talaga kung ang tagal ko nang hindi na kapagpost sa blog ko.. Kung alam niyo lang talaga kung ano ang pinagdadaanan ko dito samen.. haay. Siguro sa isang araw mga 6 o 5 oras na lang ako natutulog at talagang naaawa na ako sa munting katawan ko. Kase pag nakita niyo talaga ako in person, subrang cute ko talaga at napaka skinny kase kase kase may ham nga, at it runs in the family rin kase eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakabusy ko talaga for the past few days at ang raming mga nakakaexcite na nangyayari sa akin ngayon. At kung gusto niyong malaman kung ano ang mga ito, bumili kayo ng dumagete scandal na pirated cd at malalaman niyo kung ano ang tunay na taglay na kapangyarihan ni MARICON. Dun niyo rin makikita kung pano ko tinalo si taguro at si vegeta gamit ng ray gun at kam-hame wave ko. May special bonus nga pla yun, may BEHIND THE SCENES about sa mga pagpa-plano plano ni PGMA at ERAP sa mga wiretapes nila.. Teka, ano bang pinagsasabi ko?? PAGOD NGA AKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung napansin nyo na para akong addik magpost, pasencya na. Rami kaseng mga requirements na dapat gawin sa school. Ngayon nga lang ako nagkaroon ng spare time para magpost. May ga practices para sa langhiyang song composition namen at may nga term papers pa at mga speech na kailang i-memorize, mga pesteng projects at mga assignments na kailangang kopyahin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saan na ang hustisya sa mundong ito?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Diyos ko, tulungan mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may plano nga pala akong baguhin na yung lay-out ko. Kase sa tingin ko nagsawa na kayong lahat eh.. aha. wat you tink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-112143994073669264?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112143994073669264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=112143994073669264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112143994073669264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/112143994073669264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-bite-of-my-crazy-life.html' title='take a bite of my crazy life'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111978498795805573</id><published>2005-06-26T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T04:23:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;SUNDAY..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;today is sunday.. dah! obviously sunday ngayon.. at lam nyo boring ngayon.ngayong araw, nagmistulang maid ako sa bahay.. OPO MAID..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;nilinis ko ang kwarto ko. Grabe ang dumi pala nun. Ang dami plang alikabok sa kwrto ko.. Lalung-lalo na sa ilalim ng bed ko. Parang nag treasure hunting ako na nasa kweba dahil sa sobrang dami ng alikabok. Ang dami ko ring nakitang mga lost things ko. Katulad ng mga magazine na nawala, ballpen, mga art paper, mge love letters, mga treasure map, gold bars at mga treasure chest na namana ko pa sa mga ka-lolohan ko. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;anyway ang ikalawang bagay na ginawa kong makabuluhan sa araw na ito ay ang paglinis ko ng banyo namin.. shyet ang malas ko kase bago ako naglinis ng banyo, tumae yung kapatid kong si mon2.. shiyet.. Whuhu!!! ang presko.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ely Buendia &lt;/P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/yayayaya.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ely Buendia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/y.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ely Buendia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/imagesoo.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ely Buendia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/imageso.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ely Buendia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;LONG LIVE THE ERASERHEADS!!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111978498795805573?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111978498795805573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111978498795805573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111978498795805573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111978498795805573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunday-morning.html' title='sunday morning'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111916327321979885</id><published>2005-06-18T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:41:13.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day of Boring-ness, Angst, and Oblivion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its been a week since i bought this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/halehale.jpg" /&gt; guapo ni champ super duper guapo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/untitled.bmp" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what can i say??? OPM ROCKS.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weell, ano bang bago? as usual ang nakakawalang ganang "WALA" ang sasagutin ko. Hindi rin naman ako nanalio ng lotto o wala namang balita na nagkabalikan na ang erserheads.. (SANA SANA SANA..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pero may news ako sa inyo guys.. Guess what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yung love ko may ibang love.. Shyet..! Ang tema parang pang korean- novela. Ang saya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hay ang pagibig. Asar..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at kung may balak kayong tanungi kung sino ang napakamalas na lalaking ito at may nagkakagusto sa kanyang alien, bibigyan ko na lng layo ng clue..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. taga SMAD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. 4thy year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oops.. i think i've said enough.. its time to shut up now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111916327321979885?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111916327321979885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111916327321979885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111916327321979885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111916327321979885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-day-of-boring-ness-angst-and.html' title='Another day of Boring-ness, Angst, and Oblivion'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111847621277921468</id><published>2005-06-11T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T00:50:12.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya guyz... i'm back!! At last.. tapos na rin ang UNANG week ng pasukan.. HAAy nalang.. Dami pagbabago sa skul. Pero ako ala parin. Maliban lang naman sa nadiscover ko na mas lalung kumapal ang mukha ko for the past few days.. With connection sa kapal face discovery ko, lets talk about the class ang club elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangna, Hindi ko tlaga malilimutan nung nag election kami sa classroom kase nung ni nominate ako kinlows agad.. Hindi naman sa pagmmayabang. Nagpapasalamat nga ako kase doon ko nalaman na my classmates trust me and i think they know na kaya ko talagang bugbugin si lacson. hehe.. pero seryoso..  Masaya nga ako nun eh.. Magaling pala ako?!?! Whuhu..&lt;br /&gt;Pero before akmi nag elections, binigyan kami ni lacson ng 5 minutes para pagisipan kung sino ang gusto naming  presidente. Haay.. If i know isa lng ang rason nun!! Alam nya kase na tatakbo akong pagkapresidente tapos alam rin nya na tarantada akong babae kaya ayaw nya akong maging pres namin. Ang saya diba? Para sa hindi nakakaalam, si lacson ang adviser namin.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nung ninominate na ako ni cedric as pres at kinlows agad.. sabi ni lacson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure na si montajes ang inyong i presidente?? Kaya nga binigyan ko kayo ng 5 mins para pagisipan kung sino ang inyong presidente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos kami quiet lng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, i doubt montajes. I doubt na magiging pres sya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos sinundan ng mala press confernce nyang ispeech. HAAYY nalang if i know AYAW nya lang talaga ako. GAGO PLA XA eh.. Pero sabi ko sa sarili ko na there must be really something na ayaw nya sa akin. Alam ko naman na pangit ako. Tanggap ko nayun. Pero ewan kung ano talaga ang ayaw nya sa akin.Cgruo alam nya na sobrang daldalera ko talaga at kase alam ko rin na hindi pa nya nakakalimutan yung moments na pinagalitan nya ako sa comm. arts day.  ERR... kAYA nga sinabi jko sa sarili ko na bahala na basta tatakbo parin ako.At ganun nga.. nanalo ako. Ang saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam nyo naman cgro na tumakbo ako ng asst. tres sa arts pero hinde ako nanalo. Pero hindi naman ako sad or angry. Kase nanalo parin nman ako sa dramatics eh.. Tignan nyo nga naman ang buhay! Kung anong pinagcampaign ko yun ang natalo.B Yung sa dramatics kase joke joke lang yun! Pero swerte parin ako.Congrats nga pla kay chloe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sira parin ang modem namin. Kaya for the second tym.. NASA SM NA NAMAN AKO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111847621277921468?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111847621277921468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111847621277921468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111847621277921468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111847621277921468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/06/hiya-guyz.html' title=''/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111768752986412640</id><published>2005-06-01T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:45:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isa Na Namang Aparyision</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well mga friends... musta na kayong lahat?? Haha.. Letche yung mga nangyari for the past few days.. Napakamalas ko nga naman talaga.. Pero masaya naman ako khit konte kase bumalik na yung papa ko galing uae! Wahaa.. ang daming pagkain.. ang daming chokolate.. ang daming pasalubong..! Hahaha... Cguro gluttony ang pinakamalaking kasalanan ko sa diyos..&lt;br /&gt;Marami ring nagdaang kababalaghan sa bahay ngayon.. Tignan nyo nga naman.. Nasira yung modem namin sa bahay! Kaya saan ako lumanding? Nandito sa SM para i type ang post na ito..Haay.. ang saya diba??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam nyo pa ung ibang balita sa bahay??!! Maraming hindi nakakaalam na pag summer, napakatamad ko talaga. Naliligo na nga ako pag trip ko lng.. (WOW!! nakakadiri ka naman..) Biro lng po! Sa gabi na po ako naliligo.. At tangna, Habang naliligo ako one tym syempre sa banyo. Ang saya nun kase diba pag maliligo ka ang sarap ng feeling? Habang nagco-conditioner na ako sabay facial wash.. Eh biglang nagka blockout!!!! Sobrang saya.. Medyo natakot ako ng konte kase nagkablockout at exactly 6:59 pm ng gabi. Whuhu! Sobrang saya diba? Mabuti nga at dinala ko yung cellphone ko at ginamit ko siyang flashlight at lumabas ng banyo at sumigaw ng "KANDILA!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat rin sa diyos at hinde ako tinakot ng resident ghost namin na si charlie.. Napaka cliche ko naman. Tama yun, kinuha nmin ang pangalan mula sa hide and seek na movie ni robert de niro.. Bsta i kwekwento ka na lng yung iba nxt tym kase lapit na ubos tym ko dito sa sm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa muli.. PAALAM!! (Dragonball ba ito ate?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111768752986412640?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111768752986412640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111768752986412640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111768752986412640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111768752986412640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/06/isa-na-namang-aparyision.html' title='Isa Na Namang Aparyision'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111701123882584799</id><published>2005-05-25T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:53:58.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tanong lang.. sagot po kayo!</title><content type='html'>hey i'm back agen.. tanong ko lang.. nakikita niyo ba ang mga picture ko sa part ng blog ko na nakalagay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"me moi galleria"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakikita niyo ba ang mga pictures o puro "x" ang makikita??&lt;br /&gt;pls po sumagot kayo para mabago ko po at mapadevelop ang blog ko!&lt;br /&gt;maraming salamat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111701123882584799?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111701123882584799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111701123882584799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111701123882584799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111701123882584799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/05/tanong-lang-sagot-po-kayo.html' title='tanong lang.. sagot po kayo!'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111650259850499351</id><published>2005-05-19T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T04:47:22.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKIT NANGTWO-TWO TIME ANG MGA BOYS??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;masarap mag two time dba guys?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yung tipong dala- dalawa sila... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tatlo-tatlo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minsan sampusampu pa nga e dba?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pero minsan naiisip ba ntin kung ano epekto nito sa mga nasasaktan ntin?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;masarap magtwo time...pag natapos ka sa isa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lilipat ka naman sa isa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tpos sa iba nman hanggang sa mag-sawa ka, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tpos iiwanan mo lng..kase may nkita kang mas gwapo o mas mas maganda sa knya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minsan pag nag away kau ng number one mo damay- damay pati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yung 2nd..3rd..and so forth..kawawa nmn sila noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;samantalang wala nmn silang gngwa sau kung di ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;intindihin ka at mahalin lang... bakit nga kya masarap mag two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;time??? kse hindi ka marunong makuntento sa kung anong meron ang gf/on mo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kase meron mas better sa present mo...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kase selfish ka ayaw mong ilet-go yung present mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its for your own sake khit nasasaktan mo na sia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kase ano? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ano? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kase sarili mo lang ang iniisip mo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pano kung gawin sau yun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sa tingin mo makakaya mo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sa tingin mo okey lang sau? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ano?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ano? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dba masakit din?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tsaka mo malalaman na mahal mo pala tlga cia pag may mahal na syang iba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pag hindi na ikaw ang mahal nya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tsk..tsk..tsk.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;masarap magmahal at mahalin..sana lang .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MARUNONG TAYONG MAKUNTENTO SA IBINIGAY SATIN... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TAYO-TAYO NA NGA LANG ANG NAG NAGKAKAINTINDIHAN.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TPOS TAYO-TAYO PA ANG NAGTATALUHAN!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HEY GUYS WAKE UP!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MAHALIN NYO MGA GF/BF NYO!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BE LOYAL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;---sorry na sa mga matatamaan ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pero amininnyo man o hindi totoo talaga to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sana lang sa mga taong ganito magbago na kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ang tatanda nyo na para mag-isip bata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GROW UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111650259850499351?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111650259850499351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111650259850499351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111650259850499351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111650259850499351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/05/bakit-nangtwo-two-time-ang-mga-boys.html' title='BAKIT NANGTWO-TWO TIME ANG MGA BOYS??'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111622207938321104</id><published>2005-05-15T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:41:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wowowee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yehey!!! at long last po, natapos ko narin ang pag che-change ng layout ko... di po ako ang may gawa ng layout nito, kinhua ko lang po sa isang cute na site.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ei mga frends, anong say nyo sa bagong layout ko?? comment naman kayo ha?? tnx!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111622207938321104?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111622207938321104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111622207938321104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111622207938321104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111622207938321104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/05/wowowee.html' title='wowowee...'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111553949637008156</id><published>2005-05-08T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:04:56.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeet</title><content type='html'>this was a message for me from ym:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forhead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, who houlds your hand in front of his friends, wait for the only one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishweet anoh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guyz.. pasencya na poh kung ang tagal kong hindi nag uupdate. Ang kapatid ko at cousin ko kase ang naghahari na dito sa computer namin for the last few weeks... hayaan nyo, i'm gonna change my layout nah coz i think a lot of you are getting bored nah with this chuck taylor layout... MGA PEEPS, COMMENT NAMAN KAYO SA MGA POST KO, and i'll do the same!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingatz kayo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111553949637008156?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111553949637008156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111553949637008156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111553949637008156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111553949637008156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/05/sweeet.html' title='sweeet'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111502952929222655</id><published>2005-05-02T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:34:45.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anong Nagaganap Sa Summer Ni Maricon..</title><content type='html'>HELLO everybody..!! Paumanhin po na sobrang tagal kong di ina-update ang blog ko kase nabusy ako sa xanga ko.. Pero di ibig sabihin na itinayakwil ko na ang blog ko.. Mahal ko na ito eh.. Anyway.. Ano Ba ang nangyayari sa akin ngayong summer??? Wala naman.. Kain, Tulog, libangin ang sarili sa kahit anong makita ko.. Wala kase masyadong nagaganap sa buhay ko..Pero nung saturday, 15th bday ng frend ko na si aica at pumunta kami sa Mergrande.. (Also was called Villa Victoria, a famous resort here in davao..) A lot of friends came along, and it was all worthwhile.. We were like eating, then swimming, then eating, then swimming and i think you know what's going to happen next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="300" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="316" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_2.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY AICA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbalik-bata kaming lahat..(kase halos mga bata rin kasama namin eh..) Maraming klase ng mga tao ang pumunta doon. May Rich, may middle class, may mukhang tao, mukhang tae.. at may tae o "YELLOW SUBMARINE" na lumutang dun.. Mabuti nga, lumabas yung tae habang nandun kaming lahat sa sand.. At dahil sa amoy na sadyang mapanghe.. Tinabunan namin ang tae ng sand..(WE HAVE TO DO WHAT WE HAVE TO DO, RIGHT?) Para naman mabawas,bawasan ang pangpo-pollute ng tane yun.. Masyadong malakas ang kamandag nito.. After a while, (habang nandun parin sa sand..) Gumawa kami ng mga sand-ala-snowballs.. Lahat nag-volunteer na gumawa nun.At yung isang kasama naming bata na si Tasha, Kumuha ng sangkaterbang buhangin at sa kasamaang palad, Kumalot siya doon sa tae!!! errr... We were like " HOY TASHA NANDYAN ANG TAE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;tapos siya speechless at ang sinabe "AY, SORRY.." haha... kawawang bata.. Tapos paguwi.. Ang mga mukha namin nag transform ala-darna at ang lahat ay nangitim.. END..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111502952929222655?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111502952929222655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111502952929222655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111502952929222655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111502952929222655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/05/anong-nagaganap-sa-summer-ni-maricon.html' title='Anong Nagaganap Sa Summer Ni Maricon..'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111399031907576753</id><published>2005-04-20T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T02:45:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we have a new pope</title><content type='html'>POPE BENEDICT XVI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/benedict_050419.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it ring a bell..? Well, if you are watching t.v. right now, maybe you'll catch up with the news, that-----------GASP------------- there has been a new elected POPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time i saw him on screen, HONESTLY, i was SCARED.. because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he has a scary face&lt;br /&gt;2. About the prophecy thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you don't know what was the prophecy all about, it says that a 3 holy persons will die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE WAS---- princess diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 2ND WAS----- Sister lucia (Who was told to be the one na pinakitaan ni mama MARY para i spread ang 3rd message of fatima.. What is &lt;strong&gt;"3rd message of fatima"&lt;/strong&gt;??? I'll post it later on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE  3RD WAS PROBABLY----- Pope john paul the 2Nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after, a new leader will rise and will bring forth a change in the christian community...&lt;br /&gt;whew, i don't know more about those things but i hope its not him.. Weeellll.... i think the only thing we can do is to pray.. RIGHT????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111399031907576753?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111399031907576753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111399031907576753' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111399031907576753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111399031907576753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-have-new-pope.html' title='we have a new pope'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111380977874294804</id><published>2005-04-18T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:36:18.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A XANGA</title><content type='html'>hello pips... May xanga na ako.. Pero don't worry.. Di ko iiwanan ang blog ko. MAHAL ko na siya. HAHA... pero anyway, if you want to be linked just tell me ha??? okie.. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111380977874294804?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111380977874294804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111380977874294804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111380977874294804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111380977874294804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-xanga.html' title='I HAVE A XANGA'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111380746154344420</id><published>2005-04-17T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:58:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tales of the mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/stupidmouse.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your wondering why i have isolated my poor bloggie for at least 3 hundred years, well you need not to ask. I'm going to tell you the dreadful story. Well this is how it all begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a friggin time,&lt;br /&gt;There lived a girl whom you would likely expect to be me. And yes, it happened when i was playing COW HUNTER. (which i think is currently becoming my fave game) While i was shooting all those darn cows, the mouse was starting to bug me. It wasn't moving like an ordinary mouse. It was slowing down. The mouse was moving one second, then it wasn't! Darn! Tapos yung mga baka talon ng talon sa screen!!!! Di ko na sila mapatay!!! Lipad sila nang lipad...nnag-panic na ang lola niyo..! Eh, sa pagkaka-confuse ko kase nga ang mouse hindi na nagfu-function nang mabuti tapos yung mga baka lipad ng lipad, ang ginawa ko, i started to pound and pound and pound the mouse... Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, it stopped moving. shit!!! Uh-oh.. Big trouble..! The mouse was not frigin moving!!! NOW is the time for panicking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was suffering every day. My summer (as you all know--- Boring naman talaga) mas naging boring nah. Di ako nakakapagnet at nakakapaglaro nang maayos kase yung letcheng mouse hindi gumagana. But, i decided to make a solution. Hinanapan namin ng paraan ng cousin ko na gamitin ang mga keyboard shortcut keys at alas!!!!! gumana nga!! tab lang kami ng tab para lang malibang kahit nagkandahirap na kami kase walang mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.... Ngayon ko lang na realize. Tanga ako. Pero hindi naman gaano. I borrowed naman my friends extra mouse so that i could use the pc "properly". Haha.. At yung kapatid kong gago na parati na lang ipinagmumkhang tanga ako dahil sinira ko ang mouse namin---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay, di ko siya pinagamit ng mouse na "HINIRAM" ko lang rin sa kapitbahay ko... hekhek.. evil!!!&lt;br /&gt;well... MAKAKABILI RIN AKO NG BAGONG MOUSE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. search for star in amillion nah.. manonood na ako.. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111380746154344420?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111380746154344420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111380746154344420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111380746154344420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111380746154344420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/04/tales-of-mouse.html' title='tales of the mouse'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111278495808670661</id><published>2005-04-06T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T04:12:25.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big hole in my ear</title><content type='html'>Nothing would be so interesting to say if i haven't lost my pearl studs yesterday. Yeah, it sucked big time! Yaddiyaddiyah.. blame it on little miss clumsiness here.  The one who got lost was a little sira nah. Ang pearl natatangal na sa hook tapos dinikit ko lang ulit doon. Wala na man akong ibang magamit na earings, at hindi naman ako kikay, hindi ako mahilig sa mga earings na ang lalaki ng mga decorations parang kasing laki ng kamay, at mabigat pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nung nalaman ko na nawala na yung isang earings, tinanggal ko na rin ang pair niya.&lt;br /&gt;It has no use naman diba? Pagtanggal ko, i saw the strangest thing that i ever saw in the whole world. (I'm exaggerating it) Strange yun para sa akin kase first time ko talagang nakakita ng ganun kalaki. Ang laki talaga ng butas tapos medyo may itim itim pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what i'm talking about here is the whole in my ears. Not the tunnel-like thing where you can locate all of your ear waxes that might look like 1.) Yema o kulangot, maypagka-sticky.&lt;br /&gt;or 2.) Dandruff/dust like ear wax. As for my readers who are totally intrigued sa mga pinagsasalita ko, ang ibig ko talagang sabihin ay yung butas na kung saan nilalagay ang earings.&lt;br /&gt;oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun nga,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ang corny ko talaga. Wala lang, gusto ko lang i-share sa inyo na malaki ang butas na nilalagyan ng earings sa ears ko. Yun lang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;yun lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111278495808670661?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111278495808670661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111278495808670661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111278495808670661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111278495808670661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/04/big-hole-in-my-ear.html' title='The Big hole in my ear'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111251843334335324</id><published>2005-04-03T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:01:39.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just relax, cause SUMMER is here!!</title><content type='html'>SUMMER according to dictionary.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usually warmest season of the year, occurring between spring and autumn and constituting June, July, and August in the Northern Hemisphere, or, as calculated astronomically, extending from the summer solstice to the autumnal equinox.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A period of fruition, fulfillment, happiness, or beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, the season that everybody has been waiting for. And yes, it has definitely arrived (its about time!). We are now free from the hands of those annoying teachers that we once have hated and resented. "A period of fruition, fulfillment, happiness, or beauty". SUMMER IS REALLY THE MOMENT THAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pero, alam naman nating lahat na ang summer, minsan nga lang ay sobrang boring. Umaabot sa time na wala na tayong magawa kundi kumain, manonood ng T.V., maglalaro ng kahit anong naisasaisip natin. KASE NGA BORING, dead BORING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's why i've come to a decision that i should have a set of goals para hindi siya masyadong boring diba?? Its like my summer requirement. so ladies and gentlemen, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i present to you, my: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"GET AWAY FROM MR. BORING DURING THIS SUMMER PLAN"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This, my friends, will save me from boring-ness of summer. This "THING" will basically contain all the things i should do, goals that i should make, activites that i should try and so on and so forth. I know you get the picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this thing, will practically save me from doing this the whole summer:: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/640/tulog.jpg"&gt;http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/640/tulog.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just click on to see what i mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See my point?? Anyway, i finally present to you my goalies (as what i prefer to call them) and here they are: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To gain HEIGHT.----&gt; Yes, i want to grow at least 5 or 4 inches. I am short for my age and i really, really, really want to gain-WEIGHT. btw, I stand 4'11 , i think.. SEE??? i wanna grow!!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To gain WEIGHT.----&gt;Yes, you heard that right. I want to gain weight but not to get fat. I'm 35 kilos only. So i have to gain at least 5 kilos?? Is that enough. My friends tell me that i'm so skinny i look like a walking stick already. Oh, poor poor me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn at least 6 new songs in the guitar with the use of TABLATURES.---&gt; What can I say, if i want to make my dreams come true, I HAVE TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE. Isn't that right? Like they say, "A small step makes a GREAT big leap to the future." Currently, I have learned to play GOOD RIDDANCE (time of your life) by green day. That means i have 5 to go. And if i go beyond that, WHAT DA HELL!! its a plus for me!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To read good old BOOKS. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To learn something NEW!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. My 5 goals that i should AND WILL FULFILL this summer. Everything has to end right? And this includes summer. So definitely, I WILL make it!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111251843334335324?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111251843334335324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111251843334335324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111251843334335324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111251843334335324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-relax-cause-summer-is-here_03.html' title='just relax, cause SUMMER is here!!'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111251172618621792</id><published>2005-04-02T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:08:20.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY HE REST IN PEACE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/640/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VATICAN CITY - Pope John Paul II, who helped topple communism in Europe and&lt;br /&gt;left a deeply conservative stamp on the church that he led for 26 years,&lt;br /&gt;died Saturday night in his Vatican apartment, ending a long public struggle&lt;br /&gt;against debilitating illness. He was 84.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The angels welcome you," Vatican TV&lt;br /&gt;said after papal spokesman Joaquin Navarro-Valls&lt;br /&gt;announced the death of the pope, who had for years&lt;br /&gt;suffered from Parkinson's disease and came down with&lt;br /&gt;fever and infections in recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'I have looked for you. Now you have come to me. And I thank you.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By VICTOR L. SIMPSON, Associated Press Writer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US PRAY FOR THE REPOSE OF HIS SOUL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111251172618621792?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111251172618621792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111251172618621792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111251172618621792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111251172618621792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/04/may-he-rest-in-peace.html' title='MAY HE REST IN PEACE..'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111199308703301343</id><published>2005-03-27T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:58:07.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>magulo</title><content type='html'>Sabi nila, babae raw ang magulo.&lt;br /&gt;... Magulo ang isip&lt;br /&gt;...Mahirap intindihin&lt;br /&gt;...Mahirap espelengin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tanong ko nama'y&lt;br /&gt;babae lang bah?&lt;br /&gt;Di niyo lang kase napapansin,&lt;br /&gt;pero lalaki'y ganoon rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag ninyong isipin ako'y mali.&lt;br /&gt;At huwag ninyo rin ako agad husgahan.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil kaya ko itong patunayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lalaki kapag sinagot mo kaagad,&lt;br /&gt;sasabihing "easy to get" ka.&lt;br /&gt;Pag pinapahintay mo naman,&lt;br /&gt;sasabihing pakipot ka.&lt;br /&gt;Pag damit mo'y moderno,&lt;br /&gt;pakawala ka.&lt;br /&gt;Pag minahal mo nang lubusan,&lt;br /&gt;sinasakal ka.&lt;br /&gt;Pag hindi mo naman gaanong lambingin,&lt;br /&gt;nagkukulang ka.&lt;br /&gt;Pag babae ay nanlalaki,&lt;br /&gt;Naku! Masagwa raw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pag sila ang nambabae,&lt;br /&gt;okey lang, wala naman ang mawawala.&lt;br /&gt;Pag babae nama'y mabait o malapitin&lt;br /&gt;sa lalaki, malandi raw!&lt;br /&gt;Pag hindi naman pinapansin,&lt;br /&gt;sasabihing, "Suplada mo 'day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tignan mo nga naman, ang&lt;br /&gt;mga lalaki.&lt;br /&gt;Masyadong maarte diba?&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kayong mga lalaki,&lt;br /&gt;huwag kayong magyayabang.&lt;br /&gt;Kita niyo naman.....&lt;br /&gt;pantay lang tayo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare-parehong magugulo.&lt;br /&gt;...Magulo ang isip&lt;br /&gt;...Mahirap intindihin&lt;br /&gt;...Mahirap espelengin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adapted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111199308703301343?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111199308703301343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111199308703301343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111199308703301343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111199308703301343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/03/magulo.html' title='magulo'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111148047487857728</id><published>2005-03-22T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T01:31:55.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaMe ovEr (baCkbiTing SessiOn w/ thE TeacHers)</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I always remember playing those "Hulog-piso" arcade games. Its just like those arcade video games we see on Timezone. The only difference is that it only cost one peso, so its very cheap yet it has a homey touch.I remembered collecting every one peso I have just to play those games. We still have no P.C.'s or Playstations and it was so boring at that time, it served as our salvation . I remembered playing Supermario Brothers, Aladdin, Bomberman, and the all classic game that we all love to play MORTAL COMBAT. To those who haven’t heard about this game, I'll give you a quick recap. This game is a martial arts game where you get to pick your own character. It may be the bida or the contrabida. Each player has its own attributes and and special attacks called "Brutallity", "Animality" and more.&lt;br /&gt;mario brothers &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/1024/mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/320/mario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reminiscing about this times, I kinda remembered also my teachers in 2nd year, with each of them having their own attributes and own aliases (which of course, comes from the bratty students like me.) So just read on and learn more about some teachers-turned to-combat players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. L*ci*l* *m*mb*c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEVEL:&lt;/strong&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CODENAME:&lt;/strong&gt; Kuracha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTRIBUTES:&lt;/strong&gt; (teacher in Christian Living)&lt;br /&gt;Known for her "softness and calmness" this character can turn to LEVEL 5 if she loses her control. But she really is a kind teacher so don't choose her. You'll easily lose the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMOUS WORDS:&lt;/strong&gt; "Class, quiet. Maricon, you don’t need to shout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. A*x** C**it*n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEVEL:&lt;/strong&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CODENAME:&lt;/strong&gt; not valid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTRIBUTES:&lt;/strong&gt; (teacher in Social Studies)&lt;br /&gt;This teacher of mine is the best teacher of sy: 04-05. He is very kind and patient when it comes to discipline inside his class. When he's out of control, he taps the table and asks the class to be quiet. Very good and knows the lesson very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMOUS WORDS:&lt;/strong&gt; (after tapping the table) "Class, please, respeto naman. Isang malaking sampal na naman ito sa akin. Please lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. G**al**ne P*m**a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEVEL:&lt;/strong&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CODENAME:&lt;/strong&gt; not valid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTRIBUTES:&lt;/strong&gt; (teacher in filipino)&lt;br /&gt;Very kind, and very religious, ma'am **** can easily jive with the class. She gives us easy lessons, easy tests, easy quizzes but if she gets angry, everybody shuts up and pays attention. She may be very jolly and all, but her inner evil will let go, if she gets mad. But underneath it all, she is very approachable and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMOUS WORDS:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hindi niyo ako kilalang magalit. Tanunging niyo si A****r kung pa'no ako magalit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. L**s A*a**o*o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEVEL:&lt;/strong&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CODENAME:&lt;/strong&gt; not valid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTRIBUTES:&lt;/strong&gt; (teacher in math)&lt;br /&gt;Very fair. He has no favoritisms and he gives us hard lessons and time consuming tests but he says its for our training daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMOUS WORDS:&lt;/strong&gt; "Tama ba 'yun? Sige, kayo na ang bahala ha?" &amp; "Better luck next time na lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. L***ia* Ad***an&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL:&lt;/strong&gt; 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CODENAME:&lt;/strong&gt; L.A. sunsports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTRIBUTES:&lt;/strong&gt; (teacher in English)&lt;br /&gt;very calm but she gives us difficult lessons, difficult&lt;br /&gt;tests, she always makes us write stupid articles for her newspaper. She's hard to communicate with and her instructions are very hard to follow. When we ask about it, she just gives a petty reply: "EWAN KO LANG." She must have been a dork in her childhood days. (that's my theory.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMOUS WORDS:&lt;/strong&gt; "What's my last word? Ah, you make a reflection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. N**d* S*n J**n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEVEL:&lt;/strong&gt; 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CODENAME:&lt;/strong&gt; Yakult, Coconut, Motherfucker, Kulot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTRIBUTES:&lt;/strong&gt; (teacher in typing)&lt;br /&gt;She's a very stupid, smelly old teacher. Always delayed in dismissing us in recess. Hard to communicate with. Her typewriters are old and&lt;br /&gt;broken, and yet she doesn't want it to be replaced. (how pathetic).&lt;br /&gt;Even when a single sound is spoken, she hears it. Rumors have it that she poos in her chair that's why its so smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMOUS WORDS:&lt;/strong&gt; "Want 5?"&amp;amp; "Maricon, ikaw president, ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Magturo sa classmates moh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. M**ic** N**ic**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEVEL:&lt;/strong&gt; 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CODENAME:&lt;/strong&gt; Tarsier, Kepok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTRIBUTES:&lt;/strong&gt; (teacher in biology)&lt;br /&gt;I hate this teacher. She was vey nice at first but in the end, she suddenly became the modern day Cruela Deville. She became strict and very bad. Her lessons are hard and I hate the lessons (the phylum, the body systems.) Has smelly body, bad breath, &amp;amp; her hair is full of split ends. She was very kind really at first, but she suddenly changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMOUS WORDS:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ayaw ko testingi ha." Or in english: "don't test me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TEET TEET TEET TEET".. times up. GAME OVER. Insert coin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111148047487857728?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111148047487857728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111148047487857728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111148047487857728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111148047487857728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/03/game-over-backbiting-session-w.html' title='gaMe ovEr (baCkbiTing SessiOn w/ thE TeacHers)'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111147477400401617</id><published>2005-03-21T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:26:16.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE SCHOOL.. (part 2)</title><content type='html'>WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;THIS BLOG POST IS VERY LONG. PLS. BE PATIENT IN READING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin my blogness here, don't you notice anything new?? SIRIT??? haha! I have a new skin. Everything's created by me. From top to bottom, all the pictures and the posts are from ME. Of course, wouldn't make it without my sources:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chokie. Check her out at: &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=sweetestsin575"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=sweetestsin575"&gt;weetestsin575&lt;/a&gt;&lt;http: user="sweetestsin575"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine. Check her out at: &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=superman_kitin"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=superman_kitin&lt;/a&gt; and]&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;a href="http://prince-in-pink.blogspot.com"&gt;http://prince-in-pink.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the source of information.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the source of the skin: &lt;a href="http://createblog.com"&gt;http://createblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the house just got boring-er than ever. And just to show you how boring it is, i'm going to share with you my daily summer ritual. First thing in the morning, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;wake up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doddle with my p.c. (also includes friendster blogging, hi5, you know the works)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take a bath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;siesta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;back to 2&amp;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And its going to like that until the end of summer. Can somebody give me something to do? That's why I'm so desperate to take GUITAR lessons. I know how to play guitar already, but still I want to hone my skills. I really want to play in a band, you know. As CHIN ALCANTARA of mymp said in a mag interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are truly passionate about something, kailangan talaga ibigay mo lahat. Hindi pwedeng pa-hobby-hobby lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was struck on the words. Maybe you'll think that I'm so plastic or something. But I really do want to play in a band and play in front. I want to prove to others (especially to the boys) that there are girls who can play guitars like them (or even play much better than them). Hey, I can't sing so I'll have to play the guitar. Playing the guitar is one way of expressing myself. I want to share what i have and what I can do. I want to get this impression from others: "Hey, she looks like a nobody, but she sure plays one mean guitar." But before you get to play in a band, you need to have your equipment which is your instrument. And because I am talking about having equipment, you need to have money, and if you want to have money, YOU NEED TO HAVE A JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, its not my first time to work on a summer job. Last summer, I had one. The money i labored for was used for buying an acoustic guitar. But now, i want an ELECTRIC one for me to practice my skills and robably get me a band. So anybody who can give me any job, (or anybody who can give me an electric guitar) Holler me right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i wish school wasn't over. Yaddi-yaddi-yah. Here we go again to the tear jerker topic. Maybe its because its boring in here or maybe, i miss them a lot. I miss the cramming. I miss the dirty-full of vandals elementary girls c.r. I miss the smell of formalin in the bio lab. I miss L.A. sunsports, Tarsier, (er, i mean i miss making fun of them.) . I miss the recess talks, the math oral recitations, the chitchats, the hang-outs. I MISS EVERY LITTLE THING IN SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pix&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/1024/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2nd year emerald memories.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can't turn back time now. I just wished I had bonded with my classmates a little bit more. so that I'll know them deeper. Swoosh! I'll just give them my personal thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyril Duran&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for being so approachable &amp; for sharing to me your knowledge on&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rap2 Guerra&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WIZO Aranjuez&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for the laughter. Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nano Gravino&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for the corny jokes. They really make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Van Soliva&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for the talent, they made our section one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeam Pantinople&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for the small talks and for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin Bongas&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for the petty "issues".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Regner&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for all the help. Continue to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solcyn Yorong&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for being so approachable. Thanks friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moey Fukushima&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for everything. Thank you for being my music buddy. Love u frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charmaine Chua&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for the pylox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricel Dy&lt;/strong&gt;- Your so quiet. You must talk more. Thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zillah Milca&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for being a shoulder to lean on. Love U friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristine Reyes&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for being the person I can trust. Love u Frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Angsinco&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for all the joys and pains. Love u Frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joric Confesor&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for being a good friend. Good luck sa love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicolo TagLe&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for being a good Tutee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aivan Wee&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for being my music buddy. Think positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex Pagaduan&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krista Belaniso&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for being a person I can talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandie Fuentes&lt;/strong&gt;- Let's talk about mumu. Thanks frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikka Go&lt;/strong&gt;- The tipsy girl. Love u frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erika Mateo&lt;/strong&gt;- Machoy! Hehe.. Love U Fend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiffie Lao&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for being so noisy. It lifts up spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyra Tan&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for the libre. Nxt time nasad. Love U frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe Lee&lt;/strong&gt; - Thanks for everything! Don't cry na ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star Encarnacion&lt;/strong&gt;- thanks for the friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April Sy&lt;/strong&gt;- Ur One Of a Kind!!! U go girl!! Love u frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carmi So&lt;/strong&gt;- Strict but nice. Thanks 4 everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johanna Zehender&lt;/strong&gt;- Brains and brains. Love the swirling finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chrysler Chavez&lt;/strong&gt;- One good frend. Official intsik. Love u frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miggy De gracia&lt;/strong&gt;- Very Intelligent. Thanks 4 everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuart Fernandez&lt;/strong&gt;- The denial king!! Hehe.. tnx 4 everything. Love u frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chokie Inumerables&lt;/strong&gt;- Silent but deadly. Blabber mouth!! Hehe.. tnx 4 everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agnes Orteza&lt;/strong&gt;- A true frend. Thanks sa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jarlyn Pasia&lt;/strong&gt;- Barbie ng emerald. Thanks sa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kreziele Taleon&lt;/strong&gt;- Pa-cute effect ever. Aslom!!! Love u frend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camille Uy&lt;/strong&gt;- Petite. Thanks 4 everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April Diano&lt;/strong&gt;- Ur so funny!!! Love u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krizia Verdad&lt;/strong&gt;- Verdad in Spanish is truth. Ala lang. Love u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eloiza Basbaño&lt;/strong&gt;- Christian Bautista ever. Love u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jhoanna Te&lt;/strong&gt;- Semi-rebonded. Ganda nya. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denzel Miso&lt;/strong&gt;- Nice Guy, thanks 4 the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Francis Atis&lt;/strong&gt;- HAHA!! Adik. (like me!) love u frend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin Ang&lt;/strong&gt;- Hey, Learn to speak up! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miles Hilotina&lt;/strong&gt;- Very makulit. NOISY EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lestes Lao&lt;/strong&gt;- he's Laughing 24/7. Funny Little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iñigo Taojo&lt;/strong&gt;- Rich guy! Hehe.. thanks lil bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelvin Du&lt;/strong&gt;- Rich Chinese dude. Thanks 4 everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Ngo&lt;/strong&gt;- Music Buddy! Masaya Kasama. Tnx 4 everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cedric Sevilla&lt;/strong&gt;- Funny Guy. Love u frend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE! At last, Its finished nah.To my emerald class, I love u guys. Soso much. I won't ever forget all our memories. The crying sessions, the laughing sessions, everything.&lt;br /&gt;HOPE OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER ENDS..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/10339468-111147477400401617?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111147477400401617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111147477400401617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111147477400401617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111147477400401617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/03/goodbye-school-part-2.html' title='GOODBYE SCHOOL.. (part 2)'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111122167140533838</id><published>2005-03-19T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:46:09.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE SCHOOL..</title><content type='html'>GOODBYE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so you're wondering why a happy-go-lucky kid like me turns into sad little girl when i found out that school just officially ended?? Because for me, school isn't all just about the lousy assignments, the goddamn projects, the freakin' teachers (don't forget L.A. Sunsports.) , the geeks with the never ending so-large glasses. BELIEVE ME, its not all about that. For me, its a much better thing. This year is truly an unforgettable one for me. This year i have learned that there are school, aside from the things we learn, (I.E. algebra, biology, propaganda, sportswriting [courtesy of L.A. SUNSPORTS] ETC..) we get to discover a lot more from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this school year, i discovered a lot of friends, talents, and the real attitudes of the people in my class. But the weird thing is that, why does it always end when it was still starting? Do you get me? To get a clearer picture, let me explain it to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school, we manage to have more friends than ever and i wonder why oh why does every friendship start when its already 4-3 weeks to end of school. I just don't get it. I know its really not the end of the friendship, and maybe i'm exaggerating it again, and my friends also told me that ITS NOT GOODBYE, its SEE YOU SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/1024/bakal_gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/3547/320/bakal_gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me, nolan "LEE", chabi. its the rise of the BAKAL originals. I'm feeling like a princess in here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMERALD SY:04-05,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything. All of you might not get to read this lousy blog of mine. but i just want to tell you that you have taught me a lot. You helped me to become my crazy self. thank you for accepting me as what i am. You helped me to increase my self-esteem. You helped me to become a stronger one and to become a much better person. You helped me learn to get the key of inter-relating with anybody, any human life form. that is THROUGH COMMUNICATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THOSE PEOPLE WHO TOUCHED MY LIFE, A HEART-FELT THANK YOU FROM AN ANGST RIDDEN ROCKER, maricon. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/10339468-111122167140533838?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111122167140533838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111122167140533838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111122167140533838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111122167140533838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/03/goodbye-school_19.html' title='GOODBYE SCHOOL..'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111055311061450729</id><published>2005-03-11T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T06:58:30.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody help..</title><content type='html'>kapoy na life koh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina rami mxado akong iniisip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ANG CLEARANCE.. (pesteng mga requirements. but i guess that's really just a part of being a friggin student.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ANG MGA PROBLEMA SA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BARKADA (just don't ask.. baka sabihin mong corny na naman.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KAY 2T ( don't ask either.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;END OF SCHOOL NA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;yep, i must admit that i really hate school but i know for a fact that i love it to. Its the friendship that i can't ever ever forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;damn, i think i'm going to cry agen. peste. I thought that my class won't get too emotional. i spoke too soon. Last period, ang raming umiyak. eVERYODY kept on exchanging hugs and kept crying. Everytime i think about it and everytime i hear aomeone say GOODBYE, it gives me a pain in the heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now i know how it realy hurts to say goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, I THINK its much better to say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"see you soon."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----&gt; why does it alwys have to end when it just started? get what i mean? Kung saan maram9i na akong close freinds, dun pa nag end ang school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, that's life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111055311061450729?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111055311061450729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111055311061450729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111055311061450729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111055311061450729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/03/somebody-help.html' title='somebody help..'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111055208537767976</id><published>2005-03-11T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T06:41:25.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't seem to forget...</title><content type='html'>ok.. i'll go straight to the point. I won't put some "ek-ek" on my blog today. The title seems to speak for itself. I CAN'T SEEM TO FORGET HIM! and it really sucks. If you can't connect, uhm, just read the other blog of mine..(lancelot-turned-airhead). Yep, I'n talkig about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what really sucks is that i'm looking like a "tanga" na! i'm in love with this guy, and there are a lot of reasons why I SHOULd hate him, yet i still love him. this guy, Likes another girl..(si betch). And he's making his moves na. It really makes me feel so sad, depressing, ugh.. u name it all. Parang love triangle. Hinde,Lam ko&lt;br /&gt;na! Parang soap opera! (stupid noh?)I'm in love with him, his in love with her, and i think the girl likes him nah.. And whats really stupid is that, i'm still hoping that someday, maging kami, kahit na nakikita ko clang magkasama. shit diba?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bsta.. tanga tanga tanga ako. Maybe, i can't forget him BECAUSE I FORCE MYSELF TO FORET HIM. haay ang pagibig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really hard&lt;br /&gt;to go on living while&lt;br /&gt;loving someone SECRETLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurt to see the one&lt;br /&gt;u love HAPPY with&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the most painful&lt;br /&gt;about HIDDEN LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the part i was really struck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never fades&lt;br /&gt;away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet it still remains that way..&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to forget him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111055208537767976?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111055208537767976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111055208537767976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111055208537767976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111055208537767976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/03/cant-seem-to-forget.html' title='can&apos;t seem to forget...'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-111028710637449306</id><published>2005-03-08T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T05:05:06.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>masao was great</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, We had to wake up early ( like 5:00 a.m. and ooohh it was so dreadful.) and board on a bus. I was a little afraid though, bcoz of the threat bomb. ( as what my mama would say.) But anyway, we arrived there, i immediately slept. The bus ride made me feel so dizzy and tired. But after a few hours, somebody woke me up. It was time for us to go to Masao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no car or some sort, and we were about 10 or 12 including our lola who was in a wheel chair so what my mother did, she made some arrangements with a driver and before i knew it, we were hitting the road. What a smart girl my mother is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a loooong dusty drive, alas!! we arrived at our destination!!&lt;br /&gt;The place was quiet and peaceful. They had to carry my lola down the wooden stairs becoz she had a fracture in her left (or right?) feet. So Mush for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were still im the water, Nagbabad kami from 4:00 p.m. hanggang 7:00 p.m. We got of from the water bcoz it was staring to itch. But what really was memorable for me was when we looked at the stars in the sky at night. IT WAS SO DARN BEAUTIFUL. its not like what we see on urban places. The sky there was full of stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE SAW 3 COMETS!!!! how great is that! the last time we went there, we saw 2 SHOOTING STARS. comets move differently from shooting stars. Comets move slowly and is slowly disappears, until it becomes a dead star, as what my cposin would say, while the shooting stars appear in a blink of an eye. So beautiful. You should go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, masao is the place where i learned how to snorkel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-111028710637449306?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/111028710637449306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=111028710637449306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111028710637449306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/111028710637449306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/03/masao-was-great.html' title='masao was great'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-110942730552626831</id><published>2005-02-26T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T06:15:05.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me??</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me? yeah, yeah.. its a bummer. I'm supposed to be celebrating it, right? I'm supposed to be happy, right? But im bloddy not. Somehow, i can't understand what's happening-- especially when its my birthday. But i konw for a fact that there's something going to happen REALLY BAD. And in the end, i know, it won't get better. It'll get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like last year, (obviously, it was my 14th birthday).. Things suddenly got out of hand..&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have a pool party with my barkada and my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;But there were a lot of barriers that made my Barkada unable to celebrate with me.&lt;br /&gt;I exected a lot from them. But in the end, I was so dissapointed. The rest was history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before my 15th birthday, I decided to make a list of terrible things that happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, EVERYDAY, there would be something that pisses me of. And believe it or not, I cried, ( actually, nag wild na po ako) 9 hrs. before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the day of my birthday, there was a malas thing that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I LEFT THE HOUE WITHOUT MY FRIGGIN MONEY!!&lt;br /&gt;how great was that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a day since my fifteenth birthday..&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, &lt;em&gt;wala pang malas na dumarating..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAAY NA LANG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SANA tuloy-tuloy na..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-110942730552626831?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/110942730552626831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=110942730552626831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110942730552626831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110942730552626831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me??'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-110925273816300900</id><published>2005-02-24T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T05:45:38.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the vaseline "cor-cor" commercial</title><content type='html'>honestly, before writing this, i really dunno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;then my bro suddenly caught my attention. He said i should watch the t.v. The network was airing my favorite commercial &lt;em&gt;daw..&lt;/em&gt; I thought it was the ponds-spanish commercial or the &lt;em&gt;Tolits-lagi na lang ako&lt;/em&gt; one. So I slowly placed my eyes towards the T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. it was the Vasleline ad. I really hated that commercial.&lt;br /&gt;The girl suddenly shrieks when the hair was destroyed by the bratty ring bearer.&lt;br /&gt;She fuckin shouted in the middle of a romantic glam wedding.&lt;br /&gt;grr.. it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of spoiled children, whom their parents seems to be controled by their parents.&lt;br /&gt;and the shap shouting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i kill her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-110925273816300900?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/110925273816300900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=110925273816300900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110925273816300900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110925273816300900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/02/vaseline-cor-cor-commercial.html' title='the vaseline &quot;cor-cor&quot; commercial'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-110855717420061780</id><published>2005-02-16T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T04:32:54.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHen ThinGs gO a liTtLe OverbOard..</title><content type='html'>what the f*ck is going on with the people today?you might be wondering what am i talking about.&lt;br /&gt;well enough is enough already!! GRRgrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's been bitten by the cellphone-addiction-bug righT?&lt;br /&gt;and why can't they just do it the old way?&lt;br /&gt;i know your really confused right now. But why does everybody use "mee" instead "ako" or something?&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, i'm going to give you an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sowi&lt;/strong&gt; nde &lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;nkapnta.. nde &lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;pnayagan eh.. so &lt;strong&gt;sowi &lt;/strong&gt;tlaga ha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dba? why is it so OA?? why are they doing all the baby talk? why can't they just say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sori nde ako nkapunta.. nde ako pnayagan eh.. sori tlaga ha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the baby talk?? why do they always use the word ME, ME, ME???? f*ck it!!!&lt;br /&gt;i had this experience with my frend about this freakon topic. We were having our lunch, then somebody texted her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" hi tin, dis is me pwenshes.. save my no. ha?.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my frend said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" cno to?? ka-OA bah.. pwenshes2x pah!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"bka francis, o ano. tanugnin mo ung cno.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she texted the girl..&lt;br /&gt;she replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"si princess toh.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;peste!&lt;/em&gt; bkit nag-pwenshes2x kah pah!! &lt;em&gt;letche, sayang ng piso moh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;diba tin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are only some of the instances where people act as if they are babies doing there baby talk!&lt;br /&gt;hellow!!!! wake up to reality, YOUR ALL GROWN UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;stop the baby talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mga nagmumurang kamatis..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-110855717420061780?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/110855717420061780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=110855717420061780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110855717420061780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110855717420061780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-things-go-little-overboard.html' title='wHen ThinGs gO a liTtLe OverbOard..'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-110820960443845467</id><published>2005-02-12T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T04:00:04.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sKeLetons iN mY cLoset....</title><content type='html'>well, i dunno really.. i dunno what to say...&lt;br /&gt;its just that i had this thought in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe,&lt;br /&gt;now matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;to hide skeletons in your closet..&lt;br /&gt;somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody will know about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-110820960443845467?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/110820960443845467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=110820960443845467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110820960443845467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110820960443845467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/02/skeletons-in-my-closet.html' title='sKeLetons iN mY cLoset....'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-110803969348720049</id><published>2005-02-10T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T04:48:13.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thE aTTacK oF tHe CrawLing MoNsteR..</title><content type='html'>sleeping was a breeze... i loved sleeping since the day i was born.. i love snoring, i love lying in my bed.. doing nothing... i love staring at the wall.. i love it when i think of nothing... i love it...&lt;em&gt; BASTA!! LIKE KO LANG... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last night, (i think..) i was dead sleeping. but i think i was half asleep. You know, when your body sleeps but your head somekind of awake... yeah, i know you get the picture.. i felt something itchy.. not itchy-like when you have an allergy, but when something hairy hits your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like crawling around my body.. moving from my feet, to my tummy to my neck. At first, i ignored the darn thing. When it gets itchy again, i just scratch and scratch it to my satisfaction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what really gave me the the creeps was when i the crawling thing went to my face!!! F*CK!! eewww....  arGh!!! AAHHHH!!! ITS THE ATTACK OF THE CREEPY COCKROACH!!! i grabbed cockroach and threw it away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's  weird is that i did not even move a muscle to kill the darn thing or to wash my face or something.... i just threw it away, when i was still in bed, LYING.. maybe i was just to lazy, or sleepy, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if i sound a little disgusting or lazy.. but as what i have said before, I LOVE SLEEPING.. SLEEPING IS MY PASSION..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up, around 5:50 a.m. i think, i truned on the lights,&lt;br /&gt;there..&lt;br /&gt;i saw the cockroach..&lt;br /&gt;its was lying on the bedroom floor..&lt;br /&gt;striving to get up,&lt;br /&gt;run..&lt;br /&gt;escape..&lt;br /&gt;to survive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HELL I CARE!! i squashed the "monster" to my satisfaction.. (with my slippers on, of course..)&lt;br /&gt;then sweeped the corpse outside the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHA" once again, MARICON LIVES.. MARICON IS THE WINNER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-110803969348720049?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/110803969348720049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=110803969348720049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110803969348720049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110803969348720049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-crawling-monster.html' title='thE aTTacK oF tHe CrawLing MoNsteR..'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-110767093285977945</id><published>2005-02-05T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:22:12.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy..</title><content type='html'>Yesteday, while cheking the whole blog thing, i really got bored. Plus the net was running so slow. I thought it would take forever.. Suddenly, (here comes the suspense part..) the ground srtated to shake.. seriously, IT DID SHAKE!! i shouted, &lt;em&gt;"Pa, May earthquake! "&lt;/em&gt; I was scared as hell, man. I thought the world was going to end. I though of a way to be saved. Mabye i'll have to hide under the dining table.My papa was acting as if nothing really happened. Computer screen was shaking, so did the chandelier.. When my papa acted cool, this was the time i realized that i was acting a little to exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few sec, (10 i think..) the whole thing stopped. AT LAST!! i'm saved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my father, &lt;em&gt;"Pa, ba't di ka natakot? Di ka ba kinabahan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He gave me a petty reply, &lt;em&gt;" Ang 'hina ng lindol na yon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the back of my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ano??&lt;br /&gt;Para sa kanya ag hina.. Paano kung talagang malakas na yun na lindol??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a momento, I realized that in any moment, GOD can take away you're life with just a snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-110767093285977945?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/110767093285977945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=110767093285977945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110767093285977945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110767093285977945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/02/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy..'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-110760608440497104</id><published>2005-02-05T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T04:21:24.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUSHEDless</title><content type='html'>so, you've heard my story about the transformation of a boy-next-door/my crush to a total egoish guy... it only leaves me to one reality, and a reality i cannot bear at all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me now crush-less..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay.. paano na??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no boy either from school or just around the village makes my day at this point in time..&lt;br /&gt;well, i know i have this big lovey-dovey crush on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CHIN ALCANTARA&lt;br /&gt;-NYOY VOLANTE&lt;br /&gt;-YAEL YUZON&lt;br /&gt;-ELY BUENDIA&lt;br /&gt;-MARC ABAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they only remain as an infatuation of a young girls heart.. FANTASY, DREAM, you get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but are they not crush-worthy guys? they all have beautiful, crystal clear voices..who wouldn't like them? not unless you don't like local music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it all ends up to one friggin thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CRUSHED.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO CRUSH.&lt;br /&gt;YAEL IS SO CUTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-110760608440497104?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/110760608440497104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=110760608440497104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110760608440497104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110760608440497104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/02/crushedless.html' title='CRUSHEDless'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-110700143408046298</id><published>2005-01-29T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T04:23:54.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG - "he's gay"</title><content type='html'>over the past few days, i have been going home late.. well actually, not THAT late..  my curfew is always at 6:00 pm, and i arrive at home around 6:30 to 7:00 pm.. but mind you, I DO NOT, i repeat, DO NOT ARRIVE HOME because of GIMIKS but i come home late and tired because of friggin practices at school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of these days, while going home, i hurriedly walked myself to the first tricycle going home.  As i went nearer the tricycle, a CUTE guy (when i say cute.. I MEAN REALLY CUTE!) starring at me.. He was wearing a BLUE polo..  so i can easily tell that he was on his college years..  As i was about to take my seat, the other side had no more vacant seats and the front seats were also taken, so i had no choice but to sit beside the CUTE GUY.. (oh! oh! the LUCKY ME...) i was practically relaxed, and i did not want to leave the impression that i am a flirt.. which i really am not. While the tricycle was starting to run, he was so &lt;em&gt;malikot, &lt;/em&gt;he was like, uhm.. looking for something inside his bag. I think it was the &lt;em&gt;pamasahe..  &lt;/em&gt;As he was about to pass his &lt;em&gt;pamasahe &lt;/em&gt;to me.. he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAYAD PO.. PAKI-ABOT.." in a very gayish way!! and i said to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOSH!! HE'S GAY... &lt;em&gt;leche.."&lt;/em&gt; i was so super duper dissapointed... he's a boyfriend material &lt;em&gt;pa naman!! haayy...&lt;/em&gt; grabe.. he was so cute and everything. But the bottom line is-- HE IS GAY! i'm not against gay or something but.. he really was a steal.. BUT THE FACT STILL REMAINS THAT HE IS GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339468-110700143408046298?l=crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/feeds/110700143408046298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339468&amp;postID=110700143408046298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110700143408046298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339468/posts/default/110700143408046298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-baldhead.blogspot.com/2005/01/omg-hes-gay.html' title='OMG - &quot;he&apos;s gay&quot;'/><author><name>maricon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243798449923838144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/uttsada_babe/lack_th_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339468.post-110646454257117037</id><published>2005-01-23T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:15:42.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hHmmm... 1st bLoG!</title><content type='html'>my first blog... i've had alot of attempts to make a my own blog but it really pissed me off coz the net connection at home is so SLLLOOOWWWWWW... sumkind of ViruS Or sumthin... hhaayy... well today was a buzy day... (just like everyday, PWEEHH)being the president in our class,i've gots to do a lot of work... well, i think b4 i start blogging on forever, maybe i should introduce myself... i want it in a slum-book-process for you to read it easily... so it wouldn't look boring..( just like on friendster, wen they ask u about ur profile..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL NAME: maricon montajes&lt;br /&gt;NICK NAME: eedom( my nicky name is from my bday actually.. FEB. 25 is a holiday)&lt;br /&gt;AGE: 14 going on 15 (getting older and older and older....)&lt;br /&gt;BDAY: feb.25 (mentioned it na pla..)&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION: davao shitty (but i really want to live in italy and make a wish at the TREVI&lt;br /&gt;FOUNTAIN all day longg..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm just a simple girl.. a while ago, i used YM and just pissed everybody off... i told all of them that they are "baho ilok" (that their underarms are smelly in english)&lt;br /&gt;and all of them got PIKON!!! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... many of my friends describe me as a crazy and a very hyperactive girl...&lt;br /&gt;which is true bcoz i really want to fool around and piss people off (w/c i think is really fun..) but when i notice that i have already hurt other people's ego.. that's the time i stop.. (Im kind, eh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also love to tell my frends stories about me nd my bratty bro..&lt;br /&gt;some of my faves were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when he choked our dog (which i made pa-uso at home) "sharon" (who is an askal) and&lt;br /&gt;eventually got bitten..&lt;br /&gt;he cried, not bcoz of pain but bcoz he was scared that he'll get scolded by mama.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: this also happened at my friggin bday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when we dared each other to drink i spoon of DATU-PUTI suka, he made it through but i&lt;br /&gt;didn't ... i ended on throwing up all around the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. and lastly when i tell my friends his misadventures with JUDITH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ i really love music.. the only words to describe music is SUPERDUPERTOTHEHIGHESTLEVELOFMAXIMUMPPOWER amazing.. and it really does and can touch lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ i proved myself that when ur hungry, everything is SUPERDUPER delicious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that my first blog is tOOOOoo long.. so i'll just stop right here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! you can invite me at friendster: chin_alcantara@pnd2nd.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. just saw nyoy at SOP a while ago... gosh.. does he make my heart melt away to never land... 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