<?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-7581909</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:34:01.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tryst</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-113841644664870582</id><published>2006-01-28T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T10:47:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jok time!</title><content type='html'>IBANG POSISYON:&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Shall we try a different position tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Thats a good idea dear!... doon ka sa may plantsahan at ako naman ang uupo&lt;br /&gt;sa sofa at manoood ng tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINOY INGENUITY?&lt;br /&gt;A Filipino doctor has introduced the use of a device that enlarges a man's sex&lt;br /&gt;organ by up to 5 times with no side effects. It is called a magnifiying glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIBRATING CELLPHONE:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Bilis! Nahulog cellphone ko sa loob ng panty ko, "nagbavibrate."&lt;br /&gt;Mr: E, anong gagawin ko? Dudukutin ko ba sa loob ng panty mo?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Gago! Kunin mo yung charger, baka ma-low batt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGALO:&lt;br /&gt;Mare: Di yata nagustuhan ni Pare ang birthday gift mo, ah...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Oo nga, 7 months na, di pa rin ginagamit.&lt;br /&gt;Mare: Bakit, ano ba regalo mo sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Memorial Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRIMINAL:&lt;br /&gt;KRIMINAL 1: "Pare, sigurado ka bang dito dadaan yung papatayin natin?"&lt;br /&gt;KRIMINAL 2: "Oo, nagtataka nga ako, 1 oras na tayo dito, wala parin siya! Sana&lt;br /&gt;naman walang nangyarin! g masama sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI GINO:&lt;br /&gt;LOLO: Gino, paabot nga ng kape ko.&lt;br /&gt;APO: 'lo, Gina po.&lt;br /&gt;LOLO: Gino, paabot nga ng kutchara.&lt;br /&gt;APO: 'lo, Gina po.&lt;br /&gt;LOLO: Punyeta ka, Gino! Tigil-tigilan mo yang kabaklaan mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUTPIK:&lt;br /&gt;Kustomer: Ano ba naman itong tutpik nyo, iisa na nga lang, ang dali pang mabali!&lt;br /&gt;Waiter (inis): Alam nyo, sir, ang dami nang gumamit nyan, pero kayo lang&lt;br /&gt;nakabali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFIDENT VS CONFIDENTIAL:&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Itay, ano ang kaibahan ng confident sa confidential?&lt;br /&gt;Itay: Anak kita, CONFIDENT ako dyan. Yung bespren mong si Tikboy, anak ko rin,&lt;br /&gt;CONFIDENTIAL yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST LOVE NEVER DIES:&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Inay, totoo ba na "First love never dies"?&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: Aba, oo. Tignan mo yang tatay mo, hangga ngayon, buhay pa ang animal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUKO SA MISTER:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs 1: Suko na ako sa mister ko, lagi na lang ako binubugbog bago&lt;br /&gt;niroromansa...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs 2: Mas grabe yung mister ko. Binubugbog ako tapos si Inday ang&lt;br /&gt;niroromansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAGOD DAW.....&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Ano ba? Two days na tayong kasal, 'la pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;Mr: Kasi pagod ako.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Sige ka, pag ayaw mo, maghahanap ako ng lalaki.&lt;br /&gt;Mr: Sige, gawin mong dalawa, tig isa tayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARI AT MADRE:&lt;br /&gt;Pari: Sister, ikaw ba ang nasa CR? Kukunin ko lang toothbrush ko...&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Sandali, naka-panty lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;Pari: Ok, antay ako.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Pasok na, wala na akong panty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTUDYANTE:&lt;br /&gt;Bugaw: Sir, Chicks P1,500, estudiante!&lt;br /&gt;Man: Ganun ba? Hanapan mo ako ng mga P1,000 lang pero mas magaling pa sa&lt;br /&gt;estudiante.&lt;br /&gt;Bugaw: Meron din, sir. Ang PRINCIPAL, okey yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THE WEDDING:&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Sinungaling ka, sabi mo virgin ka! Bakit kagabi maluwag na!&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Ulol ka! Dahil lasing ka, katabi mo kagabi si mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMBOBOSO:&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Inay, sinisilip ng kaklase ko 'yung panty ko!&lt;br /&gt;Inay: Bastos 'yun ah! Ano'ng ginawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Hinubad ko at itinago ko 'yung panty, para 'di nya makita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMOTION:&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Ikaw na naman! Sampung taon ka nang humaharap sa korte ko ah!&lt;br /&gt;Swindler: Your Honor, di ko kasalanan kung hindi po kayo ma-promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMPON:&lt;br /&gt;Anak: 'Nay, tinutukso po ako ng kalaro ko na anak ako sa labas!&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: Hindi totoo 'yan, anak. Ang sabihin mo sa kanila, ampon ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG SULAT:&lt;br /&gt;Patient: Dok, malungkot dito sa mental kaya naisipan kong sulatan ang&lt;br /&gt;sarili ko...&lt;br /&gt;Doc: E ano naman ang laman ng sulat mo?&lt;br /&gt;Patient: Di ko pa po alam kasi next wik ko pa ata matatangap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIIT NAMAN:&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Honey... bili mo naman ako ng bra...&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Hon.. wag ka nang magbra...liit naman dede mo e..&lt;br /&gt;Wife: E ba't ikaw, naka-brief!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWNY:&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Ang puti naman ng bird mo...&lt;br /&gt;BOY: Aba, syempre ah! Likas papaya ata gamit ko diyan!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Ginagamitan m o rin ba ng Downy?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: Baket? Bango ba?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Lambot eh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDE AND SEEK:&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Hide and seek tayo. If you find me, papayag akong makipag-sex sa 'yo...&lt;br /&gt;BOY: Eh, kung di kita makita?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Nasa likod lang ako ng piano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADRE:&lt;br /&gt;dalawang madre nirereyp ng goons....&lt;br /&gt;Madre 1: Jusko, patawarin mo po sila...hindi nila nalalaman ang kanilang&lt;br /&gt;ginagawa!&lt;br /&gt;Madre2: Ay, yung sa akin marunong!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPE SUSPEK:&lt;br /&gt;ATTY: Inday, pwede mo bang idiskrayb dito sa korte ang taong nangreype sa 'yo?&lt;br /&gt;INDAY: Maitim, panot, tagyawatin, pango ilong, at bungal...&lt;br /&gt;SUSPEK: Sige!...mang-asar ka pa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-113841644664870582?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113841644664870582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113841644664870582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2006/01/jok-time.html' title='jok time!'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-113214888337285403</id><published>2005-11-16T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:48:03.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a great love song</title><content type='html'>Pretend that I Don't Love You&lt;br /&gt;Performed by: Cookie Chua&lt;br /&gt;Composed by: Mike Villegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Used to be you'd make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;And our laughter filled the world&lt;br /&gt;Through the years they seem like echoes&lt;br /&gt;From some other boy and some other girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt;Used to be you'd bring me flowers&lt;br /&gt;If i gave the time of day&lt;br /&gt;Through the years your love has wilted&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that I dont love you&lt;br /&gt;Try not to play a part&lt;br /&gt;Of the educated-in-my-ways&lt;br /&gt;Domesticated heart&lt;br /&gt;Pretend you're out to win me over&lt;br /&gt;Let a smile provide the spark&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that I dont love you&lt;br /&gt;And we'll make a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III.&lt;br /&gt;Used to be you'd stir my soul&lt;br /&gt;Like the musicals we'd see&lt;br /&gt;Through the years our life feels more&lt;br /&gt;Like the re-runs on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV.&lt;br /&gt;Used to be you'd bring me flowers&lt;br /&gt;If i gave the time of day&lt;br /&gt;Through the years your love has wilted&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wan to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;Tear down the walls that keep us together&lt;br /&gt;They're what keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;Burn down the boredom brought by the familiar&lt;br /&gt;Freshen the love that runs in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that I dont love you (3X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-113214888337285403?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113214888337285403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113214888337285403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/11/great-love-song.html' title='a great love song'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-113167876223510200</id><published>2005-11-11T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:12:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joks time ulit!</title><content type='html'>GURO: ano sa English ang lapis?&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: mongol!&lt;br /&gt;GURO: (medyo nainis) ano naman sa English ang sirang lapis?&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: akala niyo I do not know … mongoloid ma’am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANAK: itay, bibili ako ng band peper.&lt;br /&gt;ITAY: anak, huwag kang bobo ha! Hindi band peper ang tawag dun.&lt;br /&gt;ANAK: ano po ba?&lt;br /&gt;ITAY: kopongban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa simbahan…&lt;br /&gt;PARI: ang sinumang tamaan ng ihahagis kong bola na ito ay makasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;Nagtalbug-talbog ang bola at tinamaan ang pari.&lt;br /&gt;PARI: ooops…practice lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erap accidentally dropped his watch from his penthouse condominium in Greenhills.&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: inday, paki habol yung relo ko sa ground floor bago bumagsak.&lt;br /&gt;INDAY: sir, kahit mag elevator ako, hindi ko kaya habulin yon.&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: hindi! Late ng 5 minutes yun. Maabutan mo yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: bakit nga ba vertical ang hati ng va gina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: dapat lang kasi kung nagkataong horizontal, sasara ang pekpek pagbukas ng legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, iniimagine mo pa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-113167876223510200?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113167876223510200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113167876223510200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/11/joks-time-ulit.html' title='joks time ulit!'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-113135036957805748</id><published>2005-11-07T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:59:29.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a must read. kahit mahaba.</title><content type='html'>Tingin ng mga bobong kapitbahay ko potah daw ako.&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapagamit, binabayaran. Sabi nila ako daw ang&lt;br /&gt;pinakamaganda at pinakasikat sa aming lugar noon.&lt;br /&gt;Ang bango-bango ko daw, sariwa at makinis. Di ko&lt;br /&gt;nga alam kung sumpa ito, dahil dito naletse ang&lt;br /&gt;kinabukasan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halika at makinig ka muna sa kwento ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo, maraming lumapit sa akin, nagkagusto,&lt;br /&gt;naakit. Sikat ka sa lahat, virgin eh! Tinanggap ko&lt;br /&gt;naman silang tao, bakit kaya nila ako ginago?&lt;br /&gt;Masakit alalahanin, iniisip ko na lang na kase di&lt;br /&gt;sila taga rito, siguro talagang ganoon. Tatlong&lt;br /&gt;malilibog na foreigners ang namyesta sa katawan ko,&lt;br /&gt;na-rape daw ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tatlong beses akong nagahasa, ang pinakahuli ang&lt;br /&gt;di ko makakalimutan. Parang maski di ko ginusto ang&lt;br /&gt;mga nangyari, hinahanap-hanap ko siya. Tinulungan&lt;br /&gt;nya kasi akong makalimutan yung mga sadistang Hapon&lt;br /&gt;at Kastilaloy. Kase, ibang-iba ang hagod niya.&lt;br /&gt;Umiikot ang mundo ko sa tuwing ginagamit niya ako.&lt;br /&gt;Ibang klase siya mag-sorry, lalo pa at kinupkop niya&lt;br /&gt;ako at ang mga naging anak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parating ang dami naming regalo - may chocolates,&lt;br /&gt;yosi, at ano ka... may datung pa! Nakakabaliw siya,&lt;br /&gt;alam kong ginagamit nya lang ako pero pagamit naman&lt;br /&gt;ako nang pagamit. Sa kanya namin natutunan&lt;br /&gt;mag-Ingles, di lang magsulat ha! Magbasa pa!&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon, sa tuwing mabigat ang problema ko,&lt;br /&gt;siya ang tinatakbuhan ko. 'Yun nga lang, lahat ng&lt;br /&gt;bagay may kapalit. Nung kinasama ko siya, guminhawa&lt;br /&gt;buhay namin. Sosyal na sosyal kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko nga ba, akala ko napapamahal na ako sa&lt;br /&gt;kanya. Akala ko tuloy-tuloy na kaligayahan namin,&lt;br /&gt;yun pala unti-unti niya akong pinapatay. P*** ng&lt;br /&gt;I**! Sa dami ng lason na sinaksak niya sa katawan&lt;br /&gt;ko, muntik na akong malaspag. Ang daming nagsabi na&lt;br /&gt;ang tanga tanga ko. Patalsikin ko na daw. Sa&lt;br /&gt;tulong ng mga anak ko, napalayas ko ang animal pero&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap magsimula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masyado na kaming nasanay sa sarap ng buhay na&lt;br /&gt;naranasan namin sa kanya. Lubog na lubog pa kami sa&lt;br /&gt;utang, kulang ata pati kaluluwa namin para ibayad sa&lt;br /&gt;mga inutang namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinikap naming lahat maging maganda ang buhay namin.&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, mga nasa Japan, Hong Kong, Saudi ang mga anak&lt;br /&gt;ko. Yung iba nag-US, Europe. Yung iba ayaw umalis&lt;br /&gt;sa akin. Halos lahat, wala naman silbi, masaya daw&lt;br /&gt;sa piling ko, maski amoy usok ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng mga anak ko na nagsisikap na tulungan ang&lt;br /&gt;kalagayan namin, siya din ang dami ng mga anak ko na&lt;br /&gt;namamantala sa kabuhayan at kayaman na itinatabi ko&lt;br /&gt;para sa punyetang kinabukasan naming lahat.&lt;br /&gt;Dumating ang panahon na di na kami halos makaahon sa&lt;br /&gt;hirap ng buhay. Napakahirap dahil nasanay na kami&lt;br /&gt;sa ginhawa at sarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang di ko inaakala ay mismong mga anak ko, ang&lt;br /&gt;tuluyang sisira sa akin. Napakasakit tanggapin na&lt;br /&gt;malinlang. Akala ko ay makakakita ako ng magiging&lt;br /&gt;kasama sa buhay sa mga ahas na ipinakilala ng mga&lt;br /&gt;anak ko. Hindi pala. Ang tanga ko talaga. Binugaw&lt;br /&gt;ako ng sarili kong mga anak kapalit ng kwarta at&lt;br /&gt;pansamantalang ginhawa na nais nilang matamasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na akong nagawa dahil sa sobrang pagmamahal ko&lt;br /&gt;sa aking mga anak. Wala akong ibang yaman kundi&lt;br /&gt;ganda ko. Pinagamit ko na lang ng pinagamit ang&lt;br /&gt;sarili ko, basta maginhawa lang ang mga anak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usap-usapan ako ng mga kapitbahay ko. May&lt;br /&gt;nanghihinayang, namumuhi at naaawa. potah na kase&lt;br /&gt;ang isang magandang tulad ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo, gusto ko na sanang tumigil sa pagpuputa&lt;br /&gt;kaso ang laki talaga ng letseng utang ko eh. Palaki&lt;br /&gt;pa ng palaki. Kulang na kulang. Paano na lang ang&lt;br /&gt;mga anak ko naiwan sa aking punyetang puder? Baka&lt;br /&gt;di na ako balikan o bisitahin ng mga nag-abroad kong&lt;br /&gt;mga anak. Hindi na importante kung laspagin man ang&lt;br /&gt;ganda ko, madama ko lang ang pagmamahal ng mga anak&lt;br /&gt;ko. Malaman nila na gagawin ko ang lahat para sa&lt;br /&gt;kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing titingin ako sa salamin, alam ko maganda&lt;br /&gt;pa rin ako. Meron pa din ang bilib sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;Napapag usapan pa din. Sa tuwing nakikita ko ang&lt;br /&gt;mukha ko sa salamin, nakikita ko ang mga anak ko.&lt;br /&gt;Tutulo na lang ang mga luha ko ng di ko namamalayan.&lt;br /&gt;Ang gagaling nga ng mga anak ko, namamayagpag kahit&lt;br /&gt;saan sila pumunta. Mahusay sa kahit anong gawin.&lt;br /&gt;Tama man o mali. Proud ako sa kanila. Kaso sila,&lt;br /&gt;kabaligtaran ang nararamdaman para sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng mga anak ko, iilan lang ang may malasakit&lt;br /&gt;sa akin. May malasakit man, nahihilaw. Ni di nga&lt;br /&gt;ako kinikilalang ina. Halos lahat sila galit sa&lt;br /&gt;isa't isa. Walang gusto magtulungan, naghihilahan&lt;br /&gt;pa. Ang dami ko ng pasakit na tiniis pero walang&lt;br /&gt;sasakit pa nung sarili kong mga anak ang nagbugaw sa&lt;br /&gt;akin. Kinapital ang laspag na ganda ko. Masyado&lt;br /&gt;silang nasanay sa sarap ng buhay. Minsan sa&lt;br /&gt;pagtingin ko sa salamin, ni hindi ko na nga kilala&lt;br /&gt;ang sarili ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadating na naman ang pasko, sana maalala naman ako&lt;br /&gt;ng mga anak ko. Ilang buwan pa, magbabagong taon&lt;br /&gt;na. Natatakot ako sa taong darating. Ngayon pa&lt;br /&gt;lang usap usapan na ang susunod na pagbubugaw ng&lt;br /&gt;ilan sa mga anak ko. Sana may magtanggol naman sa&lt;br /&gt;akin, ipaglaban naman nila ako. Gusto kong isigaw:&lt;br /&gt;"INA NINYO AKO! MAHALIN NYO NAMAN AKO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat ha, pinakinggan mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay sorry, di ko pala nasabi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PILIPINAS nga pala pangalan ko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-113135036957805748?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113135036957805748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113135036957805748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/11/must-read-kahit-mahaba_07.html' title='a must read. kahit mahaba.'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-113059587235224006</id><published>2005-10-29T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:24:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makikigaya lang kay idol haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOJOFLY - TUMATAKBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging bigo, laging sawi sa pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Minamalas, o, kay sakit&lt;br /&gt;May balat nga ba ako sa pwet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti pa ang tindera sa aming kanto&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainggit&lt;br /&gt;TL ang sweet nila ng kaniyang nobyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN 1&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang maranasang umibig, tamaan ni Kupido&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang maranasan ang langit&lt;br /&gt;Tumibok muli ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras&lt;br /&gt;Naiiwan na ako ng panahon&lt;br /&gt;'Di na nagbago'ng bawat araw&lt;br /&gt;Pare-pareho parang kahapon&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May birthday cake ka nga&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit wala naman kandila&lt;br /&gt;May Christmas tree na malupet&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang dekorasyong pansabit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN 2&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang ganyan ang aking buhay&lt;br /&gt;Walang kasing tamlay&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko sanang tumandang nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD LIB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;Tatanggapin na lang ba ang malupit na tadhana o kaya'y&lt;br /&gt;Tatanggapin na lang ba na ako'y sadyang hindi pinagpala&lt;br /&gt;Tigilan na ang drama&lt;br /&gt;Punasan na ang luha, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-113059587235224006?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113059587235224006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/113059587235224006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/10/makikigaya-lang-kay-idol-haha.html' title='makikigaya lang kay idol haha'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112899995034926661</id><published>2005-10-11T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:05:50.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more katatawanan joks!!</title><content type='html'>hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN: (Knocks on door, comes in, sabay tapon nang tae nang kabayo sa sahig) "Ma'am pag hindi ito nalinis nang aking vacuum cleaner, kakainin ko ang mga to!&lt;br /&gt;MRS: Kakainin mo talaga yan, brownout ngayon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEEP PASSENGER: manong bayad.&lt;br /&gt;JEEP DRIVER: saan galling?&lt;br /&gt;JEEP PASSENGER: sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;JEEP DRIVER: papunta saan?&lt;br /&gt;JEEP PASSENGER: sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalawang unano galing motel.&lt;br /&gt;UNANO 1: pare, hindi ko nagalw date ko kagabi, buti pa kayo, dinig ko humihiyaw ka ng “1,2,3 ummph!!”&lt;br /&gt;UNANO 2: gago! Hindi ko kasi maakyat ang kama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPANISH TEACHER: class, use PUERA in sentence.&lt;br /&gt;PUPIL: mi maestros son bonhas (all the teachers are beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;SPANISH TEACHER: oh, that’s very flattering, but where’s PUERA?&lt;br /&gt;PUPIL: PUERA ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: miss, hulaan kita, gusto mo?&lt;br /&gt;MISS: sige ba?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: single ka pa noh?&lt;br /&gt;MISS: oo, galling ah. Paano mo nalaman?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: simple lang, ang PANGET mo eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APO: bilib ako sa iyo lolo, hanggang ngayon sweetheart and honey pa rin tawag mo kay lola.&lt;br /&gt;LOLO: huwag mo sasabihin sa lola mo ha. Kasi limot ko na pangalan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: inay, sinisilip ng classmate ko yung panty ko.&lt;br /&gt;INAY: bastos yun ah. Anong ginawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: inalis at tinago ko na lang po yung panty ko, para hindi niya makita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY1: lahi namin ang mahabang buhay. Lolo ko namatay 88 years old.&lt;br /&gt;BOY2: talo ka. Lolo ko namatay 98 years old.&lt;br /&gt;BOY3: wala yan. Lolo ko sobrang tanda pinatay na lang naming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTER: wala akong tulog dahil naiisip ko P500K na utang k okay pare.&lt;br /&gt;MISIS: madali yan! Tawagan mo si pare, sabihin mong hindi ka makakabayad sa utang mo para siya naman ang hindi makatulog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: panget ng name mo, Conrado Domingo! In short, CONDOM!&lt;br /&gt;PUPIL: ok lang po ma’am! Pero mas pangit sa husband ninyo. Supronio Potenciano! In short, SUPOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAUGHTER: dad, buntis ako!&lt;br /&gt;DAD: sino gumawa?&lt;br /&gt;DAUGHTER: BF ko po.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: putragis, kasuhan natin ng rape. Ginawa niya ba yun against your will?&lt;br /&gt;DAUGHTER: Hindi po, against the wall po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: hudas ka! Lagi kang umuuwing lasing. Naaasar na tuloy ako sa pagmumukha mo.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: pero mahal, kung hindi ako lasing, ako naman ang maasar sa mukha mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: anong mangyayari kung puputulin ko isang tenga mo?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: hihina pandinig ko.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: kung dalawa tenga?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: lalabo po tingin ko.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: bakit?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: hulog po salamin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Malacanang Palace nasusunog) takbo si Erap para makalabas.&lt;br /&gt;BODYGUARD: sir, ditto po ang daan para makalabas.&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: tanga mo! Fire exit yan, dyan lalabas ang apoy! Bobo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three girls make paalam to dad&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS: dad, I’m going out with PETE to EAT .&lt;br /&gt;GABBY: dad, I’m going out with LANCE to DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;JANE: dad, I’m going out with CHUCK to…&lt;br /&gt;DAD: ah, hindi. Dito ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young lady to the new parish priest:&lt;br /&gt;LADY: Father, ang cute mo, bakit pumayag ka mag-pari?&lt;br /&gt;PRIEST: ayaw kasi pumayag ni mama nag mag-MADRE ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: sumuko na kayo!&lt;br /&gt;NPA: hindi kami susko pag hindi mo na-ispell ang ceasefire!&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: tangina ninyo! Ituloy ang giyera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: dear, ano ireregalo mo sa akin sa 25th Anniversary natin?&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: dalhin kita sa Europe!&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: wow, ang sweet! Tapos sa 50th natin?&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: kunin na kita doon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife puts Viagra on husband’s coffee to ADD SEX DRIVE. After drinking, husband grabs her on the TABLE. Wife shouted and cried, “tangina! Huwag naman dito sa Jollibee!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR: please remove clothes but wear two pieces.&lt;br /&gt;SEXY: ok.&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR: (shocked!) why are you naked?&lt;br /&gt;SEXY: doc said, wear two pieces, d ba? So I wear shoes and hat only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lito Lapid speech:&lt;br /&gt;“There are what it takes to be. Then we shall so be it because it is. To do or not to is in the what now or what else. Without which there never to you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siksikan sa jeep:&lt;br /&gt;MISS: mama, usog naman konti, ipit na pearly shell ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;MISTER: buti ka pa ipitlang pearly shell mo. Ako nga basag na tiny bubbles ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-cola tune:&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang boobs hindi pantay,&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang boobs hindi natural,&lt;br /&gt;Palaki ng palaki,&lt;br /&gt;Palawlaw ng palawlaw,&lt;br /&gt;Gets mo na?&lt;br /&gt;Gets mo na!&lt;br /&gt;Ang ahh … boobs ni lola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah nakanang!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag umutot ang… sinsabi ay…&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN: excuse me&lt;br /&gt;European: pardon me&lt;br /&gt;Spanish: dispensa amigo&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy: hindi ako yun … kahit mamatay pa ako … hindi ako yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: jinggoy, akyat ka sa puno, pisilin mo yung bunga kung hinog na.&lt;br /&gt;JINGGOY: (umakyat nga sa puno at pinisil ang bunga) dad, hinog na po.&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: sige baba ka na, sungkitin na natin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUPIL: mam, bumubukol po ba ang utot?&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: no! definitely not! Ok class, tandaan niyo ito, mga bata &lt;br /&gt;kailanman ay hindi bumubukol ang utot, ok?&lt;br /&gt;PUPIL: naku patay, tae na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATAY: bagsak ka nanaman. Bakit hindi mo gayahin si Pedro? Palaging honor.&lt;br /&gt;ANAK: unfair naman i-compare mo ako kay Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;TATAY: bakit naman?&lt;br /&gt;ANAK: matalino tatay niya eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promdi with bellboy carrying his bag to room:&lt;br /&gt;Wag mo ako lokohin dahil promdi ako! Bakit ang liit ng kwarto ko at walang kama’t bintana?&lt;br /&gt;BELLBOY: sir, elevator po ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANGHUHULA: hmm…may dalawa kang anak sa asawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;PEPE: (hindi bumilib) hah! Yan ang akala mo. Tatlo ang anak ko sa asawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;MANGHUHULA: yan ang akala mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!! yan na muna for now!!!  smile naman jan after ng mahirap na sem! wahahhaa. peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112899995034926661?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112899995034926661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112899995034926661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-katatawanan-joks.html' title='more katatawanan joks!!'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112884379495898918</id><published>2005-10-09T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T15:43:15.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promise laughtrip to!! :D</title><content type='html'>break muna kayo from studying.wahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Universe Q&amp;A: What’s your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA: red for courage.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Japan: white for purity.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Philippines: Blue for blue job. I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MADRE: father, ginaw na ginaw ko.&lt;br /&gt;FATHER: ako rin sister. Gusto mo bang gawin natin ang ginagawa ng mag-asawa?&lt;br /&gt;MADRE: oo father.&lt;br /&gt;FATHER: sige, ipagtimpla mo ako ng kape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DOC: mam, eexaminin ko matris mo. Ipapasok ko ang isang daliri ko sa keps mo, ha?&lt;br /&gt;PATIENT: dalawa na lang ipasok mo, doc.&lt;br /&gt;DOC: bakit?&lt;br /&gt;PATIENT: para may 2nd opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man who has always been the laughing stock of everyone asks his wife, “T ell me a joke in which I’m not involved.”&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: I’m pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HORSE: mahal na prinsesa, ako’y dating prinsipe na isinumpa.&lt;br /&gt;PRINCESA: Ha? Pag hinalikan ba kita e babalik ka sa pagiging prinsipe?&lt;br /&gt;HORSE: malakas ang sumpa, kailangan chu pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WIFE: himala, aga mong umuwi ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: sunod ko lang utos ng boss ko, sabi niya GO TO HELL! Kaya ito, uwi agad ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple lying in bed one night when wife turns to hubby, smiles and says, “I’m going to make you the happiest man in the world.”&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: Really? When are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: love, yun ang dati kong girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: ang pangit naman,&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: wala akong magagawa, yan ang weakness ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WIFE: you never take me out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: you don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: you’re always tired.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: you don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: you are ashamed because I’m old and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: now, you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BOY: taksil ka! Hayop! Baog ako, paano ka nabuntis? Sino ama? Ang kaibigan kong si Bert? Si Rene? Si Ador?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: puro kaibigan mo, kaibigan mo! Bakit wala ba akong kaibigan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WIFE: lab, kain na! I’m ready.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: busog pa ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: hindi food, yung akin.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: kaya nga. Busog pa ako. Birthday ng secretary ko, nagpakain siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SECRETARY: sir, tikman mo itong cake ko. Masarap ito. Ginawa ng nanay ko.&lt;br /&gt;BOSS: ikaw na lang tikman ko. Tutal masarap ka rin, ginawa ka rin ng nanay mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; RIZAL: alam mo maria clara, ikaw talaga ang pinaka mahinhing babae na nakilala ko.&lt;br /&gt;MARIA CLARA: (ngiti sabay takip sa abaniko sa mukha) Bolero! Chu pain kita jan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Use DEDICATE in a sentence: pag ginamitan mo ng glue, sigurado dedicate yan.&lt;br /&gt;Use CONTINUE in a sentence: kahapon ang dami dami niyo, bakit ngayon ang continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9 F Rule:&lt;br /&gt;find her,&lt;br /&gt;friend her,&lt;br /&gt;flirt her,&lt;br /&gt;French her,&lt;br /&gt;fondle her,&lt;br /&gt;fore play her,&lt;br /&gt;fu ck her,&lt;br /&gt;forget her,&lt;br /&gt;find next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read, THOU SHALT NOT STEAL, I discovered that my wallet is missing. But when I read, THOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY. I remembered where I left my wallet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112884379495898918?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112884379495898918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112884379495898918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/10/promise-laughtrip-to-d.html' title='promise laughtrip to!! :D'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112618848344157607</id><published>2005-09-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:08:03.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem dedicated to me</title><content type='html'>guess nyo bakit. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alien&lt;/span&gt; you see&lt;br /&gt;To see how it is like to be&lt;br /&gt;But you are already one to me&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t need to be&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need to see&lt;br /&gt;To know how an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alien&lt;/span&gt; is to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I look around you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;It may only be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; for sure&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; is also you&lt;br /&gt;Thus I will fear not at all&lt;br /&gt;For I am sure it is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I search once more&lt;br /&gt;I just touched and bumped a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it is indeed you&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buff&lt;/span&gt;, I know is also you&lt;br /&gt;Thus I will fear not even more&lt;br /&gt;For I am sure it is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move about to feel you more&lt;br /&gt;But I bumped my head into yours&lt;br /&gt;Aha! It is you again, I say&lt;br /&gt;For you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; just like me&lt;br /&gt;I will fear not once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am truly sure it is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;written by nanonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112618848344157607?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112618848344157607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112618848344157607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/09/poem-dedicated-to-me.html' title='a poem dedicated to me'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112554956834998026</id><published>2005-09-01T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:39:28.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can. ~&lt;/strong&gt; Chapter 10 of 'The Catcher in the Rye'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112554956834998026?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112554956834998026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112554956834998026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-half-in-love-with-her-by-time-we.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112480896215401204</id><published>2005-08-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:56:02.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace ladies ;p</title><content type='html'>The Geography of a Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 18 - 21 a woman is like Africa or Australia. She is half discovered, half wild and naturally beautiful with bush land around the fertile deltas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 21 - 30 a woman is like America or Japan. Completely discovered, very well developed and open to trade especially with countries with cash or cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 30 - 35, she is like India or Spain. Very hot, relaxed and convinced of its own beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 35 - 40 a woman is like France or Argentina. She may have been half destroyed during the war but can still be a warm and desirable place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 40 - 50 she is like Yugoslavia or Iraq. She lost the war and is haunted by past mistakes. Massive reconstruction is now necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 50 - 60 she is like Russia or Canada. Very wide, quiet and the borders are practically unpatrolled but the frigid climate keeps people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 60 - 70 a woman is like England or Mongolia. With a glorious and all conquering past but alas no future (a bit like Tony&lt;br /&gt;Blair, maybe Blair's a woman really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 70, they become Albania or Afghanistan. Everyone knows where it is, but no one wants to go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112480896215401204?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112480896215401204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112480896215401204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/08/peace-ladies-p.html' title='peace ladies ;p'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112428901475189628</id><published>2005-08-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:30:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time out lang</title><content type='html'>Boyfriend to Girlfriend, may LQ: What do you take me for?! Granted?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Guard, answering the telephone: Hello?. Ah yes, for a while. Please hang yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Starlet in an interview: If the odds are against me, then I will against them.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Inday Badiday asks a starlet about her mother's burial:&lt;br /&gt;Inday: Kumusta ang libing ng nanay mo?&lt;br /&gt;Starlet: Successful naman po.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Army officer to cadet: "Do you know why I ask you to stand?" "No, sir."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, why?" (anlabo!)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher to students: Baka gusto nyong ibilad ko kayo sa covered courts.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Class, I want you to watch sex scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Class: What?! Teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What's wrong? It's a beautiful film starring Bros Welles! (Bruce Willis)&lt;br /&gt;Class: Aah, Sixth Sense!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Sa isang examination:&lt;br /&gt;Student: Mam, pwedeng gumamit ng liquid paper?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Ang kulit naman! Sinabi nang pad paper lang eh.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A reporter interviews a politician about the Philippine economy. Politician says: Talagang mahirap ang buhay natin ngayon. Pero slow by slow, we will success.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Sorry, class. I'm late. My mother died three years ago. And now she's dead. (Ano daw?!)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Heard in a fastfood chain:&lt;br /&gt;Yaya: Ma'm, gusto po ni Mark ng KIDNEY MEAL!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What is ur name?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Dell.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What is ur old? (maybe she meant how old are you?)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In a restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Sir, How do you want your egg?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Side in, side out.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mom interviews her daughter's suitor:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What's your course?&lt;br /&gt;Suitor: Geo po (for geology).&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ahhh. Geo-rnalism. Ok yan. (ok nga!)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Guy to Girl: I love you. This is not a ball. ("Hindi ito bola" in English)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher to students: Okay, form two straight circles and find your height alphabetically!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher to students: Okay class, it's time to go home.  Form a line and pass out slowly.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Angry teacher to student: I want you to bring your father and your mother, especially your parents, understood?! Bring them tomorrow in front of me, right here, right now!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Emcee, in a party: The next song is the favorite song of my best friend, and neither do I!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Posted in an establishment: None ID, nothing entry.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oy, magdala kayo ng chip ahoy a.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Miss may "s" yon&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: A, sorry. Chip ahoys!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Two lousy-in-english friends talking to each other:&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Am I raining outside?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Not yet. Sprinkle only.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;In an awards night, presentor goes: And the winner for Best Comedy Show is Okay Ka, Pare Ko! of IBS channel 13. (Ever heard of that?)&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Alma Moreno, in her show introduces Nora Aunor who comes in late: Finally, please welcome, the late Nora Aunor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112428901475189628?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112428901475189628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112428901475189628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-out-lang.html' title='time out lang'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112341430489257612</id><published>2005-08-07T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:53:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i meaning is</title><content type='html'>HIDDEN EXPRESSIONS NG MGA PINOY&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Mwah" means... "Sana totoong halik na lang..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "La lang" means... "Miss na kita (sana miss mo rin ako! Sigh...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Ok ka lang?" means... " ano ka hilo?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Hay nako!" means... " seryoso ako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Ingat ka lagi" means... "I care for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Musta na?", kapag walang bf/gf means... "May lovelife ka na ba?" ;&lt;br /&gt;kapag may bf/gf na means... "Break na ba kayo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Secret" means... " Ikaw! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Ano'ng problema mo?" means... " hurt naman ako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Kayo pa rin ba?" means.... "ako naman"/ "pano na ako?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Chick boy ka pala eh!" means..... " ang kapal mo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Grabe ha!!!" means... " selos ako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "Saan?" means..... " sama ako!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "ebs ako!" means... " ako na lang kasi eh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "Inaantok na ako" means..... "wala kang kwentang kausap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "May gagawin pa ako eh" means..... "maghanap ka ng kausap mo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. "Bakit naman?" means..... "alam mo namang ikaw lang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. "Nakakaaliw ka" means..... " ang cute mo "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. "Ewan" means..... " oo "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. "Ganon?" means... "kapal mo!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. "Eh kasi" means... " nahihiya ako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. "Talaga lang ha?" means... "naku, bola!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. "Basta" means... "magtanong ka pa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. "Busy ka?" means... " kausapin mo naman ako "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. "Pwede ba" means... " mas cute naman ako sa kanya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. "May kasabay ka?" means..... "nood tayo ng sine &amp; kain sa labas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. "Miss' nahulog" means..... "anong number mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. "Magwiwithdraw pa ako" means... "pucha naman,ikaw muna!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. "May barya ka sa 100?" means..... "pautang muna, sa sweldo na kita babayaran"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. "Kawawa ka naman" means... "Buti nga...sabi ko sayo eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. "Susunod ako" means... "umalis ka na! Ang kulit mo eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDDEN EXPRESSIONS NG MGA PINOY (bastos version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Mwah" means... "naglalaway ako!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "La lang" means... "puwede na kita pag tiyagaan........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Ok ka lang?" means... " may tulo ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Hay nako!" means... " ang liit!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Ingat ka lagi" means... "charing!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Musta na?", kapag walang bf/gf means... "Tagal na kita di naka sipin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Secret" means... " deodorant "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Ano'ng problema mo?" means... " "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Kayo pa rin ba?" means.... ""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Chick boy ka pala eh!" means..... " Hosto ka pala eh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Grabe ha!!!" means... " Ang laki ha!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "Saan?" means..... " Di ko masentro kasi eh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "ebs ako!" means... " ako na lang kasi eh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "Inaantok na ako" means..... "lets go to bed na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "May gagawin pa ako eh" means..... "wag mo ko istorbohin at nagja........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. "Bakit naman?" means..... "alam mo namang ikaw lang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. "Nakakaaliw ka" means..... " lap dance nga diyan!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. "Ewan" means..... " oo "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. "Ganon?" means... "kapal mo!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. "Eh kasi" means... " nahihiya ako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. "Talaga lang ha?" means... "naku, bola!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. "Basta" means... "magtanong ka pa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. "Busy ka?" means... " check in tayo!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. "Pwede ba" means... " mas cute naman ako sa kanya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. "May kasabay ka?" means..... "nood tayo ng sine &amp;amp; kain sa labas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. "Miss' nahulog" means..... "Yung underwear mo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. "Magwiwithdraw pa ako" means... "I don't use rubber, rythm method ako pare!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. "May barya ka sa 100?" means..... "dami mo kasing peklat sa legs eh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. "Kawawa ka naman" means... "Ang pangit mo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. "Susunod ako" means... "Maghubad ka na!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112341430489257612?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112341430489257612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112341430489257612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-i-meaning-is.html' title='what i meaning is'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112274252748005856</id><published>2005-07-31T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:55:27.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIV!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy anniversary samin ni TRYSTER.BLOGSPOT.COM! YEHEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 taon na tayo tryster nagsusulatan sa isa't isa. sana'y nagustuhan mo ang aking mga liham ng kung anu-ano. magmula sa pag-ibig, pag-away, pagmumura at pagmumuni-muni. Salamat sa iyo tryster. haha. 1 year na tayo. COOL TAYO MENG. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112274252748005856?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112274252748005856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112274252748005856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-anniv.html' title='HAPPY ANNIV!!!'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112273994591856600</id><published>2005-07-31T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:53:21.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a long weekend and a whole lot of other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;br /&gt;I watched helpless as he turned around to leave&lt;br /&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;br /&gt;A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be like is was before&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever wanna leave it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me dies when I let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Undone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can see it your eyes you're hurting&lt;br /&gt;But pain is part of learning who you are&lt;br /&gt;All these truths can sometimes be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;When your whole world comes crashing to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything you need now anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, When you come undone&lt;br /&gt;When you come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't be like everybody&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't tell you what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can make it better&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I will be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything you need now anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, When you come undone&lt;br /&gt;When you come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all your plans are made out lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And all your dreams are turning into nothing more&lt;br /&gt;When all your hope has left you know you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything you need now anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, When you come undone&lt;br /&gt;When you come undone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lifehouse - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come Back Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staring right back in my face&lt;br /&gt;A memory can't be erased&lt;br /&gt;I know because I tried&lt;br /&gt;Start to feel the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;And everything I'm gonna miss&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time is passing by&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to just move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come back down&lt;br /&gt;If you land on your feet&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find a way to make it back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you come around&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be alone with what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to breathe a vacant smile&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same after a while&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are tired&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the ones you lost&lt;br /&gt;A picture frame with all the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I know you hold inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you can find your way&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come back down&lt;br /&gt;If you land on your feet&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find a way to make it back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you come around&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be alone with what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down&lt;br /&gt;(you're safe, you're lost, can I help you find it)&lt;br /&gt;When you come around&lt;br /&gt;(to find time we all are blinded)&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down&lt;br /&gt;(you don't have to tell me what you're feeling)&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the one to ask how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to just move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come back down&lt;br /&gt;If you land on your feet&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find a way to make it back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you come around&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be alone with what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come back down&lt;br /&gt;If you land on your feet&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find a way to make it back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you come around&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be alone with what you're going through &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haay.. basta ikaw &lt;strong&gt;Lord&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. ASA nalang tlaga ako sayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112273994591856600?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112273994591856600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112273994591856600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-weekend-and-whole-lot-of-other.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112229401744347471</id><published>2005-07-25T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:20:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wimp</title><content type='html'>yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never pictured myself like this years ago. i am almost always on the verge of crying my heart out after each accounting class and each accounting problem i solve. i have this short fuse when i hear or encounter anything that involves accounting. i once thought accounting was easy since it involved something i was really quite a master at.. math (modesty aside). pero napapamura talaga ako after e. i have never experienced, after every accounting session, that feeling of wanting to kill someone or hurt someone because i feel like i'm the MOST STUPIDEST (oo, stupidest para it sounds so exaggerated) person in the world, seeing how other people get it. i feel so pressured right now that my vocabulary HAS to be associated or tainted with some accounting terms. i'm still on the middle of either failing or passing... and my dad is pressuring me pa to do better and get high grades since he wants me to take up accounting after my meco degree sa UP. grabe. sorry talaga but im just ranting. i know other people experience what i experience right now but its just that i take this problem so differently. pinepersonal ko kumbaga. hehe. sorry friends pero kelangan ko na ulit gumawa ng chores. i just wrote this before it gets off my mind. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112229401744347471?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112229401744347471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112229401744347471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/07/wimp.html' title='wimp'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112084137519552090</id><published>2005-07-09T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:49:35.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hanggang Kailan&lt;br /&gt;by Orange n Lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labis na naiinip&lt;br /&gt;Nayayamot sa bawat saglit&lt;br /&gt;Kapag naalala ka&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman akong magawa&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi ka na baby&lt;br /&gt;Di na ako sanay ng wala ka&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap ang mag-isa&lt;br /&gt;At sa gabi hinahanap-hanap kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang kailan ako&lt;br /&gt;Maghihintay na makasama ka&lt;br /&gt;Muli sa buhay kong&lt;br /&gt;Puno ng paghihirap&lt;br /&gt;At tanging ikaw lang&lt;br /&gt;ang pumapawi sa mga luha&lt;br /&gt;At naglalagay ng ngiti sa mga labi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Di mapigilang mag-isip&lt;br /&gt;Na baka sa tagal mahulog ang loob mo sa iba&lt;br /&gt;Nakakabalisa&lt;br /&gt;Knock on wood wag naman sana&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi ka na baby&lt;br /&gt;Di na ako sanay ng wala ka&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap ang mag-isa&lt;br /&gt;At sa gabi hinahanap-hanap kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang kailan ako&lt;br /&gt;Maghihintay na makasama ka&lt;br /&gt;Muli sa buhay kong&lt;br /&gt;Puno ng paghihirap&lt;br /&gt;At tanging ikaw lang&lt;br /&gt;Ang pumapawi sa mga luha&lt;br /&gt;At naglalagay ng ngiti sa mga labi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi ka na baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112084137519552090?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112084137519552090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112084137519552090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/07/hanggang-kailan-by-orange-n-lemon.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-112014658809129207</id><published>2005-06-30T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:49:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a disgrace</title><content type='html'>- tumaas ng 3 piso ang gas.&lt;br /&gt;- pucha. susan roces nagpatawag ng presscon (?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;- stocks are dipping. its becoming a bear market (naks ECO 121 :D )&lt;br /&gt;- ang daming motor sa daan men. nakakahassle na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;- ang mahal na ng quarter pounder tsaka big mac! pucha bumili ako kanina mcdo.. ang mahal nakakainis!&lt;br /&gt;- ang mahal ng supplements amp.&lt;br /&gt;- sira sira mga daan na dinadaanan ko. puro potholes.&lt;br /&gt;- daming smoke belcher!!!! (gian kasama ka dito) ahahaha jok&lt;br /&gt;- hirap ng fucking accounting yo. alang kwenta teacher. sobra. in terms of ochoa (friend), "mayabang lang siya na tao na pinapabasa lang satin ung book" hahah pwede.&lt;br /&gt;- 250 na to and from bahay to school! shet! pak&lt;br /&gt;- ang aga lagi ng klase ko. laging puyat&lt;br /&gt;- from a high of 135lbs nung april, nagdip to 125lbs 2 weeks ako. hay stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAP MAGBOKSING! tara na't makisali! hindi kayo magsisi! sa presyong kawili-wili! sa saya'y ika'y mapapayihee! hahaha 200 lang yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSAKA TEKA! KUNG NA KANINO MAN UNG CD KO NA MAY MP3s PAKIBALIK NA. HINDI KO MATANDAAN KASI KUNG KANINO KO PINAHIRAM! TENKYU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-112014658809129207?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112014658809129207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/112014658809129207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-disgrace.html' title='what a disgrace'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111918240241486650</id><published>2005-06-19T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:00:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aba aba.. matagal-tagal na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week pa lamang ng unang linggo ng eskuwela'y sobrang istressed nako thanks to our alang kwentang accounting teacher na inaming napipilitan lang siya magturo samin kahit ndi naman namin tinatanong. amp. nagbibigay ng exercises na sobrang kumplikado. ung tipong one example palang ung nabibigay nya, tas homework na kagad. tas sobrang far fetched pa sa example nya.. ung parang examples nya puro in pesos tas in terms of business, ung logical and practical.. tas biglang papasukan nya ng foreign terms. alien terms. in terms of farmers and kilos tas sobrang ancient. anyway, theology's parang religion din nung high school.. boring teacher namin.. zzz.. to think 830 magsstart lagi class nun.. o well.. fun lang tlga for me is eco and italian. italian tlga the best signiori! hhaha. hindi na 'yo'! hahaha. signiori nalang. hahah. panod ko na batman, stig men. pero tingin ko mas astig parin ung mr. and mrs. smith. da hotness ni angelina. luscious. voluptuous. enormous. hahahah. jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. ang sick ng i want a famous face sa mtv. tama ba namang ipakita dun ung surgery itself? ung tipong magpapalaki sya ng breasts diba? pati pagtanggal ng uts pinapakita!! sucks signiori. kasickness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige sige. aral pako theo! mag DL tayong lahat! ahha. asa. cge peace out. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111918240241486650?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111918240241486650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111918240241486650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/06/aba-aba.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111747422569778317</id><published>2005-05-31T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:30:25.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! sorry kung matagal update! hehe. nagkasakit kasi ako nung wednesday tas ngayon lang ako medyo gumaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, boracay trip was fun! so pumunta kami dun last friday.. tas the usual.. beach.. tao.. my parents and i went there via ferry tas ung mga siblings ko naman via airplane.. first time ko lang nun mag ride ng ferry.. saya sobra! sobrang comfy tas nakikita mo pa tlga ung water na nagrurush beneath. parang titanic tlga sobrang romantic.. parang hotel pa tas nakatulog pako muna kaya nung pagdating namin dun, well-rested.. tas.. the daming tao meng! haha. all sorts! may lola pa ngang naka bikini! may gad haha! wid matching wrinkled flabs and sagging ass yo. hahah. oh well kung ok lang sa kanya un e eh di i ges ok lang. i finally got to experience jet skiing. saya! promise the best tlga! un na ultimate adrenaline rush ko! ahah. try nyo din! haha. tas snorkeling, tas island hopping. saya dun sa isang island ung may caves.. may part dun, nagcrawl tlga ako loob ng cave kasi sobrang liit lang, hindi makakatayo, tas para akong sundalo.. tas naghanap kami alternate route ng kuya ko papunta sa mismong path tlga, tas muntikan nako mamatay kasi muntikan nako madulas sa bato.. haha! saya nga e.. one of a kind experience. tas nung tuesday, uwian na.. sa plane nako nakasakay nun.. ung parang miniature plane lang.. ung sobrang ingay tas nakikita mo ung mga upuan sira sira na tas ung mga window parang wala nang mighty bond..tas sobrang shaky nung plane.. kala ko tlga un na huli kong araw.. haha. sorry medyo may phobia ako e.. hehe.. sadly ndi ako nakapagpamasahe sa boracay.. wala kasing magandang taga-masahe e.... hahaha joke. ;p actually wala lang tlga akong pera, mahal kasi, 350 singil.. di na noh. ako nalang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina nga pala.. i relived my high school days.. gian, lam mo ung place sa gb kung san tayo nag counter dati? nagcounter ulit ako.. for 3 hours! hahaha. ang bano ko na meng! haha. may nakaaway nga ako dun e.. pinatay ba naman ako.. tas cinonfront ko.. tas naalala ko nga palang magkalaban nga pala kami.. wehh ahhaha.. oy happy bday nga pala ulit kay john a.k.a "martin" pratts a tska kay raffy puyat! game libre na kayo! haha. gian baboy! haha! gimik tayo, sama mo si.....ahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111747422569778317?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111747422569778317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111747422569778317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-sorry-kung-matagal-update-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111642220734480460?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111642220734480460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111642220734480460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/05/wahhahaa.html' title='wahhahaa'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111631630494324322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111631630494324322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111573701460120703</id><published>2005-05-10T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:56:54.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am officially 132lbs! yes. from a weight of 120lbs dating back pa nung April, i have gained 12lbs! yes! success. if u think losing weight is hard, mahirap din magpataba noh. hindi lang basta magpataba, ung magpalaki..hhaha. share ko lang daily heavy diet ko. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;1. Oatmeal (mga 2-3 cup. oatmeal nga pala daw is way more effective than wheat bread)&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 can of tuna. (good source of protein)&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 banana (it's always good to have fruits)&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 glass of whey protein (dietary supplement toh to compensate for the lack of protein i intake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys.. share ko lang. it is imperative that one eats during breakfast, nag-ddiet man o hindi... kasi as we sleep, our body goes through a fasting phase (8 hours with no water or food). hence the term, break-fast.. that's the time kasi our body needs to replenish all the nutrients. so kung sa mga nagpapapayat at hindi kumakain, its not fat you're burning but muscle. cardio parin is the answer and exercise. heheh. di na importante ang lunch at dinner ko, basta kain lang ako ng kain, as much as possible ng hindi oily. ahha. eat ur vegetables din and ur vitamins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information, pls. contact 0917.. ulul! hahaha. feeling eh no. pero seryoso tingin ko may future din ako para maging nutritionist. hahha. oi boxing tara gian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw! sineseryoso ko na pagpapatangkad ko yo! haha. bumili ako isang box ng cherifer. un na tinitira ko sa gabi. haha. isang banig ng cherifer yo. haha. ingat ingat ka na gian. ahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwento ko lang nangyari nung weekend.. so nung sunday, mothers day nga diba.. so my brother treated us overnight sa discovery suites sa ortigas. so tulog lahat kami dun for 1 night. actually, hindi naman nya tlga sagot, but *ahem ung lover nya..*ahem gay lover... haha. general manager kasi siya nung hotel so ayun. apparently, we got this really fancy room. tas pagdating namin parang MTV becoming yo! sa kama may mga kung anu-anong shit, may flowers, tas mga body scrub, spa, the works yo! haha. tas then we went out for lunch.. ung GM (tawagin nalang natin sa ganyang pangalan) invited us to the restuarant that they were eating in.. so ayun.. since kasama nya din family nya, humiwalay kami.. we ordered, and ate (i had lamb chops.. sarap meng). tas ayun.. kukuhanin na namin ung bill.. tas biglan lumapit samin ung waitress sabi na, "the guy over at the other table payed for your bill".. ammp! hahah. eh tipong medyo mahal dun.. haha. so balik kami hotel.. nung mga 4pm na.. may kumatok sa door tas pinadalhan kami ng salad! ng GM! ung sobrang sarap a! hahaha. tas ayun.. to cut the story short, we walked out of the hotel without paying a single centavo. we got to use everything, the spa, the gym, swimming pool. lahat meng. haha. dinner lang tlga binayaran namin. un lang. pero that wasn't sa loob ng hotel. we ate out kasi for dinner. grabe! saya nun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana... may gay lover din ako.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gino.... wag na wag mokong kakalimutan a.......hahahaha. joke meng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige sige un lang. naaliw lang ako. tsaka, nga pala, ung pamangkin ko na 4yrs old laftrip din.. hahaha. kasi un nga dumating na siya diba, tas nakita niya si ANG MOMMY. sabi nya sa quirky voice nya pa a.."Mommy! Mommy! HAPPY MOTHER DAY!" hahhaha. as in HAPPY MOTHER DAY without the S sa mother hahahah. peace out nigaz wat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111573701460120703?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111573701460120703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111573701460120703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-officially-132lbs-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111568317563648690</id><published>2005-05-10T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T07:59:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang corny nakakainis haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: black;" width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Faraday Joyas Areglado's Aliases&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your movie star name: &lt;b&gt;Picha Eleno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fashion designer name is &lt;b&gt;Faraday Paris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your socialite name is &lt;b&gt; Makati&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fly girl / guy name is &lt;b&gt;F Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your detective name is &lt;b&gt;Dog Ateneo High School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your barfly name is &lt;b&gt;Chibilak Red Horse Yo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soap opera name is &lt;b&gt;Joyas Camella&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your rock star name is &lt;b&gt;Milk-o WIND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your star wars name is &lt;b&gt;Farwal Arekri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your punk rock band name is The &lt;b&gt;Excited Flubber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/meganames/"&gt;The Amazing Meganame Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111568317563648690?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111568317563648690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111568317563648690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/05/ang-corny-nakakainis-haha.html' title='ang corny nakakainis haha'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111547688126734630</id><published>2005-05-07T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:52:51.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joining the bandwagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/natural.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.&lt;br /&gt;You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!&lt;br /&gt;People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111547688126734630?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111547688126734630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111547688126734630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/05/joining-bandwagon.html' title='joining the bandwagon'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111546705898827871</id><published>2005-05-07T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T19:57:39.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things i regret i haven't done or learned yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. playing the piano.. i have long fingers daw.. so sayang kung sa guitar ko lang gamitin..&lt;br /&gt;2. being extracurricularly active.. haha meron ba nun..&lt;br /&gt;3. being part of the student council.. asa.. di nalang..&lt;br /&gt;4. playing the harmonica.. ang cute kasi..&lt;br /&gt;5. astronomy.. medyo far fetched.. pero di ko pa kasi makita si big dipper sa sky e..&lt;br /&gt;6. read a lot of books.. oo.. medyo pangit na ulit rate ko.. aside from books na required basahin.. im averaging about roughly 3 books a year..&lt;br /&gt;7. magpatangkad.. arrrgh.. medyo sineseryoso ko na ngayon.. cherifer power yo!&lt;br /&gt;8. maging mataba.. well im making progress.. roughly 7 pounds in 1 month.. kaso hanggang dun nalang eh..hindi ko lam kung bakit ndi ako makalagpas ng 130lbs..&lt;br /&gt;9. so far this year.. beach.. well malapit-lapit na.. magboracay na kami in 2 weeks! magpapa-tan nako yo!! hahaha. ang puti ko kasi eh..ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un palang.. i'll add kung may matandaan ako..there are some things na pala that i have accomplished tsaka napapansin ko sa sarili ko na ok pala.. tulad ng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pagiging hindi maarte sa celfone. ayos nako sa 6510 ko. kahit na ibagsak bagsak mo, walang "ay shet masisira LCD" or "ay shet may gasgas" or "ay ang mahal mahal ng fone ko, sayang". nope.. wala.. kasi alam ko naman na kapag  may masira mga 200 lang naman gagastusin ko e.. wat da hel ndi ko naman kelangan ng mms or camera e....(ULUL wala lang akong pera pambili) hahahah&lt;br /&gt;2. hindi kelangan i-flaunt kung anong meron ka.. kasi hindi healthy un.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;3. i can be called upon by my prends..&lt;br /&gt;4. pag-accept sa sarili.. kung vertically-challenged ka (excuse the euphemism), do not be disheartened dahil may pag-asa pa. haha. tsaka once i turn black, i can't turn back. nigas gon getchu. negro please! haha.&lt;br /&gt;5. nagdecrease ng reasonable amount ang aking pagiging inferior.. its all about being secure kasi... haha. be happy for wat u are.. kung nakikita mo mas-ok sayo kapwa mo.. tanggapin mong olats ka.. deh joke lang.. luk at other areas where ur better.. then everythings gona be alrayt..&lt;br /&gt;6. it's not good to be possessive.. dapat.. iniisip mo hindi lang sarili mo kundi pati ung other party.. kasi kunyari mahal mo isang tao.. kelangan hindi lang ung happiness mo ung kelangan isatisfy mo, pero pati ung happiness nung other person..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;7. gaining confidence.. siguro dahil sa paglessen ng pagiging inferior.. hehe.. iniisip ko kasi na bakit pako mahihiya sa ibang tao.. upakan ko sila pag pinahiya nila ako.. haha lam na..kapal amp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is a sign of me growing up.. ano nga? ahhah. ulul. deh. basta.sabaw! some sabaw moments and thots na nakaktawa.. gian.. SANDWICH JOSE.. hahahha.. tas ung pagtawag sakin ng isa kong blockmate ng doooooooy (with a certain tone of arousal) hahaha... tas ung pinapanod ko kanina na mr. bean ung nastuck ung coffee pot sa kamay nya.. haha babaw ko na tlga. peace out yaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111546705898827871?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111546705898827871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111546705898827871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-i-regret-i-havent-done-or.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111451975665098439</id><published>2005-04-26T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:49:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update!!!</title><content type='html'>finally nkaupdate naulit ako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel summer at all!! kasi i have to wake up every morning ng 630! tas puyat palagi! tas lagi nag-aaral for psych!! pero masaya psych!! pero ang init sobra!! kakaligo ko palang, parang isang timba na ulit pawis ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched guess who kahapon! hahaha! bernie mac's da bomb yo! haha. sobrang laftrip. benta tlga sakin. haha. tas medyo naaadik nako sa chinovelang FULL HOUSE!! ANYONG HASEYO!!! ahahha gray para sayo yan!! hahah. dat means "hello" nga pala. haha. anyong haseyo! haha. dats in korean.. gino.. alam na.. hahah. game gamitin mo na. haha. basta try nyo panoorin. ampede nung girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys vote for my kuya! haha. text MBS to 2599! tas vote for mico! for smart subscribers lang! haha. kung hindi uupakan ko kayo. haha. joke. basta vote kayo please! para pag sumikat siya, sisikat din ako.. tas bigyan ko kayo autograph ko! ok ba un? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga gym buddings ko! sorry ndi ako nakakasama! medyo sablay sked nyo e! haha! next sem na ulit! idevelop nyo muna ung teltoids nyo ahha tsaka tss tss lang kaya habang nagbubuhat wid da kasamang paa kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cge peace out! negro please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111451975665098439?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111451975665098439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111451975665098439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/04/update.html' title='update!!!'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111400003220675253</id><published>2005-04-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T20:27:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i heard nagkabatian na ang lahat ng mga tao. that's good. i just hope this would mark the start of a true and everlasting friendship. may mga na hurt na mga tao sa sinulat ko.. sorry for that. that was just how i felt. sorry sa mga nasabi ko. ngayon..medyo napapansin ko lang na hindi ako masyado naeentertain ng friend ko wen i try to ask how nagkaayusan toh. i guess he thinks na i would have a violent reaction about this since parang ako ung pinaka nagalit. well.. sana naman ok na nga ang lahat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111400003220675253?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111400003220675253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111400003220675253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-heard-nagkabatian-na-ang-lahat-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111374219926689957</id><published>2005-04-17T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T20:49:59.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mojofly - Mata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta na, nandyan ka pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Wala na yatang magagawa kundi tumawa&lt;br /&gt;Nandyan pa ba mga ala-ala&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanging bagay na naiwan sa 'ting dalawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'wag na paikutin ang isa't isa&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng bagay ay malinaw na&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na rin kailangan pagpilitan pa&lt;br /&gt;'di mo na kinakailangan pang magsalita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko na lahat ito&lt;br /&gt;Pinahihiwatig ng mata mo&lt;br /&gt;Salamat na lamang sa iyo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111374219926689957?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111374219926689957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111374219926689957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/04/mojofly-mata-kamusta-na-nandyan-ka-pa.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111362599741907285</id><published>2005-04-16T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T12:33:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to a good friend</title><content type='html'>to a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawawa ka naman..all ur 1st year college life akala mo that the  people whom you spent the most time with were your friends..im so sorry to hear that you've been betrayed. na binabackstab ka pala all the while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYO? ano kaya feeling nyo nun? ung ma-USE ka ng isang tao. akala mo, close na close kayo, tas biglang malalaman mo nalang, ginagamit ka lang pala niya.. kinkwento sa iba niyang "kaibigan" at binabackstab. fucking disgrace. for 1 whole year, akala mo ur the best of friends, pero hindi pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been with this friend for almost 6 years.. and to be said something like.. "YOUR FRIENDS ARE JOKES" from this so-called friend ng friend ko is something really serious. at least to me. tas now that nailabas na ang katotohanan, at naexpose na ang secret shit mo. whose the joke now? dalhin mo 3rd year bf mo. ay.. 3rd year highschool pala. at ikaw? 2nd year college na kamo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing.. U didn't stand a single chance sa amin ni GIAN. u know who you are. tell all your friends about this ok? specifically this entry. ndi kasi kita nakikita sa school. pero u know hindi naman kita papatulan.. altho u claim to be a boy. haha. may topak ka ba? sana lang u realized what u did. we believe nagkandabagsak bagsak friend ko dahil sayo. oo dahil sayo. he spent too much time on you guys. pero specifically you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang dami ko pang pwedeng sabihin about you. how you rant about not spending time with people who have family problems just because you have a "perfect" family. ewan ko nalang. pero this is how far as it will go. wala naman kami gagawin sa boyfriend mo e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my friend.. we've got your back. this is not to retalliate but to defend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingat nalng. as in ingat nalang. asa nalang muna kami sa karma. don't push it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111362599741907285?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111362599741907285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111362599741907285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/04/dedicated-to-good-friend.html' title='dedicated to a good friend'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111286665589311814</id><published>2005-04-07T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T17:37:35.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isang aral para sa balak MAGBIGAY</title><content type='html'>Hindi ako ang nagsulat nito ha. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year,&lt;br /&gt;andso we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way,&lt;br /&gt;my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream! There&lt;br /&gt;was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing&lt;br /&gt;was her younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of&lt;br /&gt;age, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses. She would regularly bend&lt;br /&gt;down when quite near me and I got many a pleasant view of her&lt;br /&gt;underwear. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day little sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me thatsoon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it, just come up and get me." I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the&lt;br /&gt;stairs. When she reached the top she pulled down her panties and threw them down the stairs at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the&lt;br /&gt;front door. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. I&lt;br /&gt;walked straight towards my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future father-in-law was standing outside. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is: always keep your condoms in your car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111286665589311814?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111286665589311814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111286665589311814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/04/isang-aral-para-sa-balak-magbigay.html' title='isang aral para sa balak MAGBIGAY'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111251734993048309</id><published>2005-04-03T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:51:25.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pumepwede</title><content type='html'>pumepwede lahat ng tao ngayon a...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung wednesday... i had 5 FREE TICKETS to AVRIL's concert. hindi lang siya free... FRONT ROW SEATS PA. the concert was supposed to start at 8pm.. tinext ako ng kuya ko na may free tix siya mga 930pm.. tas pinapapunta nya ko... eh wala ako car nun... so nabadtrip ako... ginawa ko nalang.. nag-ym nalang ako.. at may miracle na nangyari! nag-online si BAB (Gian)! tas nabanggit ko sa kanya.. tas biglang nag-yaya siya na punta! haha. eh taga-antipolo pa siya, tas dadaanan nya daw ako sa sm bicutan.. so sa mga hindi nakakaalam, parang 2 magkabilang bundok un.. haha. tas ayun.. basta.. to cut the story short... dumating kami mga 11pm.. isang kanta lang ang naabutan namin ni avril! actually.. mga last 20 seconds of the song complicated lang! rarr.. tas hindi pa namin nakita! useless! haha. wala.. nag-sayang lang ng gas si bab.. pero sayang tlga.. avril lavigne un e.. tsk tsk..ampede....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. isa pang ampede ngayon si nancy castiglione! grabe! kahotness! haha. nanonood kasi ako tv.. tas napadaan ako sa channel 7.. tas nakita ko siya.. grabe! haha phewww. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dami tao yesterday sa court.. liga opening kasi..la nako sa injured list! hahah. lets go lets go lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa pa palang ampede! si kristin kreuk! isa pang kahotness nun! perpekto din! haha. o..tas ngayon naman..bigla ko nalang nakita sa tv si cindy kurleto! arrrghh.. hahah. AMPEDE overload. haha. si cloins cloins pwde din. kahotness. hahaha! peace out yo! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patay na si pope! aww..wawa naman.. lets pray for him yo! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGA natututunan ko sa aking 16th year:&lt;br /&gt;1. di masarap mabengga&lt;br /&gt;2. masama magsinungaling...hehe&lt;br /&gt;3. masama tumaya!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. magweights ng todo&lt;br /&gt;5. mambackstab ng todo&lt;br /&gt;6. mawala sa mga daan&lt;br /&gt;7. at pag nawala mahuli ng mga pulis at magbigay ng kotong&lt;br /&gt;8. pahalagahan ang ABS. lam na! ahaha&lt;br /&gt;9. masama ibreak ang ABS dahil minamalas haha&lt;br /&gt;10. 1 week daw ang kamalasan after ma-break sabi ni bab haha&lt;br /&gt;11. hindi ako welcome sa bahay ni bab haha&lt;br /&gt;12. ayos lang pumunta sa bahay ni chua at mag-sleepover kahit hindi nagpapaalam haha&lt;br /&gt;13. mga salitang pambabatista at pagjujumanji&lt;br /&gt;14. masamang mag-yaya ng bigla bigla&lt;br /&gt;15. wag magtiwala sa lahat ng tao&lt;br /&gt;16. matulog ng 3am dahil sa papers at gumising ng 5am&lt;br /&gt;17. umalis sa bahay ng 7am kahit 730am class ko..&lt;br /&gt;18. tumakas sa mmda&lt;br /&gt;19. ok lang makabengga ng kotse sa parking basta't walang nakakakita.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;20. hindi din ok ung walang nakakakita kasi binengga din ako sa parking haha&lt;br /&gt;21. magpabounce ng stones sa tatlong sunod sunod na bench sa zen garden&lt;br /&gt;22. magspot ng bading at mga nakakabading&lt;br /&gt;23. magspot ng ampede.&lt;br /&gt;24. magmahal muli.. naks..&lt;br /&gt;25. hindi ok na mag-isa ka lang sa isang class&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un pa lang ata.. hehe.. next tym ulit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111251734993048309?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111207251791443952</id><published>2005-03-29T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T13:01:57.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mushy thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Some Mushy Thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. One night, the moon said to me, "if he makes you cry, why don't you leave him?" I looked back at the moon and said, "Moon, would you ever leave your sky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.. You are the reason why even at the saddest part of my life, I smile. Why even at my confusion, I understand. Why even in betrayal, I trust. Why even in fear of pain, I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.. I want the world to see us together but I always want to be alone with you. I want you to miss me but I don't want to be away from you. I want to give you all of me but how can I give it away when all of me is you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d.. It's hard to hold on to something that you know would never be yours in any way you think of. You just have to learn to let go and face the fact that while good things never last, some don't even start. (patay tayo dyaaaan!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.. I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless him and I find myself wondering why out of all the people I could have loved, I had to fall for someone destined to be taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.. Being the right one for someone is a full time job. But if one day everything just slips away, it doesn't mean that he isn't the right one after all. It only means that he isn't ready yet to be the right one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g.. Since the day you left, I've changed. I've become older, wiser and more mature. But there's still a young, stupid part of me... my heart --- because it has never stopped loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.. It hurts when we risk our hearts and it ends up getting broken. But what hurts even more is when we still hold on when we already know that we're waiting for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.. It's so hard to say I'm fine without you, but deep down inside I'm hurting and I have to pretend I'm okay, smile and hold back the tears because from what I can see, you're doing fine without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j.. I'm holding on to the thought that you're not mine. I'm gonna look at you in the eye, smile and say, "You're not mine". Then I'd walk away... turn around at the last second and say, "but I wish you were." (*wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. You walked into my life through an open door... then you left, closing that door and opening another. Now I'm wondering how many more doors I need to go through till I open the one that leads me back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111207251791443952?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111207251791443952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111207251791443952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/03/mushy-thoughts.html' title='mushy thoughts...'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111193699232418536</id><published>2005-03-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:23:12.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you god!</title><content type='html'>grabe! kanina sobrang depressed ako! kala ko sobrang pangit na ng buhay! nagrereflect kasi ako kanina sa simbahan.. tas naisip ko ang mga maaaring mangyari sa buhay ko sa mga pinagggagawa ko.. sobrang nagask ako for forgiveness.. pero nung pa-end na nung mass kasi medyo 3/4 ng mass nag-rereflect ako e.. haha.. tas ngayon.. parang may miracle sakin si god. kasi basta! may masayang nangyari. basta. ang masasabi ko lang. Tama na ang pagtataya ng NBA. pahamak ang nba ahha. kaya sa mga nagbabalak yumaman sa pagpupusta...  take my word.. been there.. done that.. don't even think about trying..:) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...gumawa ako pizza kanina... sarap! haha. galing ko tlga gumawa seryoso! parang pizza hut tlga! m proud of myself! haha. tas gym as usual. badtrip! di tlga ko tumaba-taba! nakakainis!!! rarrrr! hahha. di ko lam kung bakit ako hindi naggain ng weight. siguro dahil nacoconvert ung fat sa muscle... haha! asa! dehh.. basahin nyo na nga lang toh.. nakakatamad magsulat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako nagsulat nito a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit Mahilig Ang Lalaki Tumingin Sa Boobs At Pwet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT. Bus. Jeep. Mall. Classroom. Office. Bar. Kahit saan ka yata pumunta, makakakita ka ng isa o grupo ng mga lalake na matitigilan at mamamangha sa presence ng isang babae (minsan ex-lalake) na may malaking boobs o magandang hugis ng pwet. May mambabastos, may mapapangiti, may mapapatitig, at ang karamihan ay gagamit ng kanilang "pornographic memory" para magamit pag-uwi sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May isa akong nakilalang babae na malaki yung boobs, 36C. Naiinis siya kasi lahat ng kausap niyang lalaki hindi maka-maintain ng eye-to-eye contact. Isa na ako dun sa mga lalaking yon. Dati naman kasama ko yung girlfriend ko. Nag-away kami dahil hindi ko namalayan na nasundan ko pala ng tingin yung isang babaeng mala-Jennifer Lopez ang likod. At nang minsang nakasakay ako sa bus at walang maupuan, hindi ko mapigil lingunin nang lingunin ang cleavage nung isang nakaupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito ako napatigil at napaisip. Manyak ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit mahilig tumingin ang lalaki sa boobs at pwet ng babae? Tsaka bakit halos lahat ng lalaki, hindi lang ako? Bakit madaming nagpapalaki ng boobs para mapansin lang? Bakit prerequisite ang hugis ng katawan para masabi mong maganda talaga ang isang babae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa paghahanap ng mga kasagutan sa mga tanong na ito, sinubukan kong mag-search sa Google. Maniwala kayo sa akin, mahirap maghanap ng kasagutan sa tanong na "Why men love looking at big breasts" sa internet. Hindi kasagutan ang ibibigay sa yo kundi mga links sa porn sites. Buti na lang may kakilala ako na nagsabi sa kin na tumingin sa "evolutionary psychology". Evolution as in Darwin, Psychology as in Freud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon sa mga sites at forums na nagdi-discuss ng evolutionary psychology, iisa lang ang direction ng evolution. Ito ay ang pag-maximize ng chances sa survival. Ang lalaki ay pipili ng babae na makakapag-ensure ng survival ng kanyang offspring, at ang babae naman ay pipili ng lalake na makakapagbigay ng magandang genes. Hindi na ako nagtataka kung bakit ang mga babae ngayon ay tumitingin agad sa CAR-acter at sa PESO-nality ng lalaki. Ito ay rooted sa mga ninuno natin na ang pinakamagaling na lalaki sa isang tribe ay ang pinakamaraming maiuuwing game mula sa hunting nila. Natural na sa babae ang maghanap ng isang "provider".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayun din na ang fixation ng lalaki sa malalaking boobs ay rooted daw sa idea na ang mga ito ay makakapagbigay ng "nourishment and sustenance". Kapag malaki ang boobs, mas malaki ang chances ng survival ng offspring. Ang pagtingin naman sa pwet ay natatagpuan din sa ating mga kapatid na primates, specifically ang mga chimpanzees, na kung saan pag "available for sex" ang isang babaeng chimp, inilalapit nya ang kanyang pwet sa head monkey para lamas-lamasin, kurut-kurutin, at amuy-amuyin. Pag nagustuhan ito ng alpha male monkey, doon sila magse-sex. Nakakatawa kung iisipin, pero ang pagtingin ko pala sa boobs at pwet ay bahagi lang ng aking nature as a male. Ika nga ng tatay ni Jim sa American Pie, "it's a perfectly natural thing". Kung totoo ito, bakit masama ang tumingin? Tingin lang naman e. Walang hawak, walang hipo. Tingin lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nga, kultura lang ang nagpabago ng perspective natin sa natural urge na ito. Dahil sa relihiyon, ang pagtingin sa katawan ng babae ay nilagyan ng label na "pagnanasa". Dahil sa media, ang mga artistang babae na maganda ang boobs at pwet ay tinatakan na "sex symbol" o "pantasya ng bayan". At dahil sa marketing, ang liposuction, breast enhancement, at kung anu-ano pang retoke sa katawan ay ginagawa "to enhance the self confidence of a woman". Ang mga revealing na bra, ang mga push-up bra, ang mga binebenta sa TV na breast creams, yung cycling shorts na nage-enhance ng butt cheeks, ay tinatatakan na "personality enhancement apparel/tools". At shempre, ang mga lalaking katulad ko na tumitingin lang ay tinatatakan na "manyak".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111193699232418536?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111193699232418536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111193699232418536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/03/thank-you-god.html' title='thank you god!'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111142044708720619</id><published>2005-03-21T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:54:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ka-pagod</title><content type='html'>depressing talaga ung pagkatalo ni manny the pacman pacquio kahapon... ganun pala un.. parang ngayon ko lang nafeel ung feeling na parang someone you're really proud of tas biglang ilalampaso... oh well.. ganun tlaga.. maybe next time.. pero tingin ko tlga baka hindi na maging ganun kasikat sa world boxing si manny.. nakakagulat a.. kasi parang down nako kahapon dahil dun.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon... kapagod! 8am nagising! tas diretso agad skul! basket hanggang 1230! tas kain! tas weights! haha. nakauwi nako mga 430. tas may bisita pako.. kaya parang ngayong gumagawa nako ung free time ko buong day... pero saya.. sana ganito nalang lagi buong summer.. may ginagawa... bukas magwweights daw ulit.. kaso hassle na sakin e.. layo.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba mga memorable nangyari kanina.. hmm.. ah ayun.. bumili ako ng dyaryo kanina.. sobrang naisip ko lang na bumili kasi sobrang tagal ko nang hindi bumibili ng dyaryo.. mga 4 months na.. so yun.. inquirer binili ko.. tas balak ko sana sa bahay ko na basahin.. ayun.. tas nagdrive thru ako jollibee.. nagorder ako.. pucha! tas biglang binigyan ako ng Philippine Star na dyaryo! tinanong ko kung ano un, sabi nya libre. anak ng talaga o. malas. dala-dalawa tuloy dyaryo ko ngayon.. struggle. haha na pala nakakabili ng dyaryo a..... haha.. eto sayo... dalawa. haha tas tipong ung makapal na dyaryo pa yung dalawa..struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa susunod nalang ulit peeps... inaantok nako... mukhang mapapadalas na rin naman pag-sulat ko dito e.. lang magawa e.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnyt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111142044708720619?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111142044708720619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111142044708720619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/03/ka-pagod.html' title='ka-pagod'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111116326790525990</id><published>2005-03-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:30:28.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ka-sadness</title><content type='html'>ok.. so tapos na 1st year of college ko. this school year went by so fast.. 2nd year nako.. wow.. in 3 years.. maggraduate nako... i really still can't see myself working.. anyway, finals week went by pretty boring. wala. hindi nako nag-aral ES. bahala na. ang kapal ng kelangan basahin so ndi nalang ako nagbasa.. and ges wat? i think i dint do that bad sa finals. kaya ok lang. hehe. sa lit naman, ok din naman ata ung mga sagot ko. sana umabot pa DL ung grades ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer na...pero wala pa akong plans... well.. ung summer class lang.. pero other than that, wala na. boracay yata kami, kaso may summer class ako.. so hindi ko lam kung makakasama ako.. sabi nga ng iba kong friends, ibang-iba ang pag-end ng classes sa high school at college. sa high school maffeel mo tlga na ang saya na natapos na.. sa college, parang wala lang.. ewan...siguro dahil narin wala din akong plano. ewan... todo gym nalang.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling ko magiging sad summer ko. ewan. pati bday ko feeling ko sad. ewan ko, di pa nga ako nagpplan wat to do on my birthday. fyi lang, april 4 bday ko. haha. suggest naman kayo kung ano pwde gawin,..hehe.. sabi ni chua (ung isa kong kaibigan), "doy, gayahin mo ung ginawa ng isang blockmate ko, nag-invite sya five people sa hongkong. all expenses paid. tas un ung bday celeb mo". sabi ko, "onga noh.. pwede un.. sige invite ako, kaso indi ka kasama." hahaha. Joke lang john!! hahaha. pero ewan ko pa tlga.. suggest nalang kayo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh sabog. i miss u na bi. balik ka kagad a. haha. dnt forget me. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me to download this. tas napansin ko, aba onga noh magandang song nga. try nyo i-download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be My Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Martin Nievera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be my lady,&lt;br /&gt;Come to me and take my hand and be my lady;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, I must let you know that I'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you,&lt;br /&gt;How I need you, so please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my lady,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you would lose the pain if you just tell me;&lt;br /&gt;Say the words you long to whisper that I want to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Something's on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Is it hidden in your smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my lady,&lt;br /&gt;Just forget the past&lt;br /&gt;It's time to mend your broken heart;&lt;br /&gt;Let no walls divide us now;&lt;br /&gt;Dry up the tears in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to fear about,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all that I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my lady,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I adore,&lt;br /&gt;Please, do believe me;&lt;br /&gt;I can never find the courage to resist your charm,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's more divine than each moment you are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my lady,&lt;br /&gt;Just forget the past&lt;br /&gt;It's time to mend your broken heart;&lt;br /&gt;Let no walls divide us now;&lt;br /&gt;Dry up the tears in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to fear about,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all that I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my lady,&lt;br /&gt;Let the sunshine through your heart&lt;br /&gt;And make a brand new start;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me each night and day&lt;br /&gt;Through all the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a work of art,&lt;br /&gt;My love will last until forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a work of art&lt;br /&gt;My love will last forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SUMMER FRIENDS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111116326790525990?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111116326790525990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111116326790525990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/03/ka-sadness.html' title='ka-sadness'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111065054915665573</id><published>2005-03-13T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T02:02:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more today than yesterday :)</title><content type='html'>more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Spiral Staircase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what day it was&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice what time it was&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And if all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day's a new day in love with you&lt;br /&gt;With each day comes a new way of loving you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander&lt;br /&gt;And if all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But, darling, not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's date means springtime's just a day away&lt;br /&gt;Cupid, we don't need ya now, be on your way&lt;br /&gt;I thank the lord for love like ours that grows ever stronger&lt;br /&gt;And I always will be trueI know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But only half as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day's a new day, every time I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Every way's a new way, every time I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Every day's a new day, oh, how I love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111065054915665573?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111065054915665573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111065054915665573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-today-than-yesterday.html' title='more today than yesterday :)'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-111008277572807019</id><published>2005-03-06T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:19:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ang sabog na ng buhay ko..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat na ng aspeto minamalas ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god lang talaga for having friends na talaga nakakapagpasaya. kaya kayo bigyang importansya nyo lagi frends nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko na. depressing lang tlga week na toh. baka dahil siguro hell week. ewan basta lord help me. may mga nights kung saan hindi ka makatulog kasi ayaw mo harapin ung susunod na araw. may mga araw naman na ang saya kapag araw tas pag night time na, nasusurround ka ng reality sa totoong nangyayari sa buhay mo ngayon. ewan ko. hirapp.. i dont know wat to do sa summer. i dont want classes to end.. i want to be in good company. parang masyadong isolated sa pque. bahala na diyos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko na ulit uminom at mawala ang problema. lets drinkk for life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-111008277572807019?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111008277572807019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/111008277572807019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/03/ang-sabog-na-ng-buhay-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110960519988550343</id><published>2005-02-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:39:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>malapit na mag march 1.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabog na tlga studies ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus my dad's expecting na hindi ako magsusummer.. welll... kelangan e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday na naman bukas.... i hate tuesdays..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110960519988550343?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110960519988550343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110960519988550343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/02/malapit-na-mag-march-1.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110950510891541272</id><published>2005-02-27T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:35:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hindi ako magaling magsulat pero gusto ko lang ipamahagi sa inyo ang itatalumpati ko sa fil class bukas. gusto ko kasi ng pang-gagong topic lang. yoko masyado seryoso hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISS NA KITA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minsan ko na siyang minahal. Ngunit ngayon, napagod na ako’t nagsawa. Naaalala ko pa ang mga panahong kalaro ko siya’t napasaya niya ako, napangiti, at napaibig. Napakarami na ng mga maliligayang sandali namin. Minahal ko siya dati. Minahal kita dati… Jollibee. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naging parte na ng buhay natin ang Jollibee. Magmula sa ating mga kanunununuan hanggang sa ating mga magiging anak, at ang magiging anak ng mga anak natin, hindi mawawala sa ating kultura ang pulang bubuyog na siyang patuloy na mamumuhay para magbigay sigla at saya sa mga mamamayang Pilipino, lalo na sa mga bata. Naaalala ko pa nang bata pa ako’t nasa mababang paaralan ako yaong komersyal ni Aga kung saan tampok na tampok yaong sabi ng batang “Isa pa! Isa pa! Isa pang Chicken Joy!” Oo nga naman, napakasarap nga naman kasi ng Chicken Joy lalo na kapag isinawsaw pa sa gravy nilang panalo ang lasa. Isa iyon sa paborito kong pagkain sa Jollibee. Pero ang pinakapaborito ko talaga ay yaong Jolly Hotdog nila. Lahat na siguro tayo’y nakatikim na marahil o nakakita ng Jolly Hotdog. Naaalala ko pa sa tuwing tatanungin ako ng aking mga magulang kung ano ang gusto ko sa Jollibee, agad kong sasabihin, “Dalawang Jolly Hotdog atsaka 1 pc. Chicken Joy with Extra Gravy and Extra Rice”. Sabik na sabik ako lagi pagdating nila dala ang pagkain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haaay… Panahon nga naman. Kamakailan lamang, dahil walang mameryenda sa bahay, tinanong ako ng aking mga kasambahay kung ano ang gusto kong ipabili. Naisip ko na sa Jollibee na lamang ako magpabili dahil matagal-tagal na rin naman ako hindi nakatikim ng kanilang pagkain. Siyempre, Jolly Hotdog ang ipinabili ko. Hindi ako mapakali habang hinihintay dumating ang aming kasambahay galing Jollibee. Naiisip ko na kasi ang hitsura at lasa noon. Naiisip ko na ang sarili kong kinakain ang paborito ko noong bata pa ako. Sa wakas, dumating na nga ang pagkain at ako’y kumain na. Laking pagkainis at pagkalungkot ko nang aking mapagtanto na hindi na ang Jolly Hotdog na kilala ko ang aking natikman. Ibang-iba ang kanyang lasa. Sinayang ko lamang aking 35 piso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napag-isip-isip ko, bakit nag-iba na ang kalidad ng pagkain ng Jollibee? Baka siguro dahil nag-iiba na ang panlasa ko’t tumatanda na ako. Pero bakit patuloy pa rin ang pagtangilik ng ibang mga Pilipino sa pagkain ng Jollibee? Ayan ang hindi ko maintindihan. Ngunit sa aking palagay, dahil parte na nga ng kultura natin ang Jollibee, nasasagisag nito ang kahirapang nararaasan ng Pilipinas. Habang pataas ng pataas ang palit ng piso sa dolyar, pababa naman ng pababa ang kalidad ng pagkaing kanilang inihahandog. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ngayon ko lamang napansin ang malaking pagbabago ng pagkain nila dati at ngayon. Naisip ko kasi, ibig sabihin ba niyan, hindi ko na matitikman pang muli ang kinalakhan kong Jolly Hotdog? Sayang. Parang ninakaw na rin sa akin ang aking kabataan. Isang dominanteng simbolo kasi ng aking pagkabata ay ang Jollibee. Ultimo ang Chicken Joy nila, minsa’y hindi na tulad ng dating napakasarap ng malutong na balat nito. Ngayon kasi, minsa’y matigas ang laman, wala pang kalutong-lutong ang balat at kung talagang mamalasin, masmaiksi pa sa aking hintuturo yaong chicken wings nila. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aywan ko na lamang. Pero para sa akin, hindi na ako jolly kapag nakakakain sa Jollibee. Kayo? Isang maliksi at masayahing bubuyog pa ba ang nakikita, o isang demonyong surot na nagsasamantala? Mag-ingat. 12% na ang VAT. Wala nang matitira sa chicken wings at thigh. Leeg na lamang at paa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110950510891541272?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110950510891541272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110950510891541272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/02/hindi-ako-magaling-magsulat-pero-gusto_27.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110934322840786846</id><published>2005-02-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:53:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yey! may topic nako for talumpati! abangan nalang! ipopost ko dito kapag nasulat ko na and naperform ko na! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos ang ganda ng concert kahapon sa ateneo. daming good bands ngayon! ung band ng blockmates ko, little prince, played first sa concert. ganda din ng performance nila.. hindi ko nga lang natapos ung concert kasi sabi nila may free food sa concert kaso wala naman eh gutom na kami nun kaya umalis na kami. tas yellow cab naman. ayos tumataba na yata ako todo. haha. kung ano-ano nalang kinakain ko. di yan. sa summer, everyday nako gym para super fit sa bday ko. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang kelan nalang ba pasukan? excited na ba ako matapos ung year? ewan ko.. parang ambilis.. summer? ewan.. required din so no choice din. pero ayos lang. gusto ko din magsummer hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daming naka line-up for next week. talumpati, english paper tas lit presentations. ung math long test, ayoko na maalala. haha. sabog na tlga math ko grabe. ES sabog din. ung medyo maayos nalang tlga ung lit ko. tsaka fil... cguro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamimiss ko lahat ng tao pagkatapos ng isang taon sa ateneo. haha. mamimiss ko english block!ahaha. tas balak ko pakalbo sa summer! balik angas look! haha! cge cge gawa nako talumpati! tagal ko na pala kasi ndi nag-uupdate e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naghahanap nga pala ako dati ng idea ng topic for talumpati dito sa archives ko sa blog. astig noh, parang nung binabasa ko previous entries ko, naaalala ko tlga ung mga nangyari dati. effective pala tong blog na toh e. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cge cge. gudluck peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa taong kakatapos pa lang manood ng my big fat greek wedding or butterfly effect, i miss you! hahah. bading! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110934322840786846?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110934322840786846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110934322840786846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/02/yey-may-topic-nako-for-talumpati.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110847580350570568</id><published>2005-02-15T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:14:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* i liked this part in cruel intentions. then i thought na ishare ko sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEBASTIAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter. You make me sick. You're a hypocrite and I don't associate with hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette's eyes well up with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNETTE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I a hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEBASTIAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please Annette. You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is. Right in front of you, but you're going to turn your back on it. I'm sorry that we're not at the age where we can get married. If we were, I'd propose, but that's not going to happen. So I guess we're just fucked. I'll move on, but you... you're going to have to live with yourself knowing you've turned your back on love. And that makes you a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko lam. bigla nalang ko nalang naalala ko ung movie. lam ko napost na to once sa blog ng isang friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110847580350570568?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110847580350570568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110847580350570568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-liked-this-part-in-cruel-intentions.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110826725336571831</id><published>2005-02-13T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T12:00:53.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>matagal-tagal na rin pala akong hindi nagsusulat dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na hell week finally. hell week kasi math LT, ES LT, Lit Orals, English Paper and Fil Paper. thankfully tapos na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lang gimik ng sat and friday kaya no new kwento's hehe. kakapanibago nga e alang lakad. to think medyo free na tlga ung next week ko. ironic. hehe. happy bday kay lahoz na hindi ako nakapunta nung friday. hehe. ayaw ko na inom e. hehe. minamalas tlga ako ng todo. haha. tska nakakataba. hahaha. nung saturday naman, ano ba ginawa, ayun mang jimmies! mang jimmies da best!! grabe!! 100 pesos tas solb tlga! haha. sarap! tas after nun pinaliguan si doytoy tsaka winax kaya medyo makinis na ulit siya ngayon. ehhe. tas uwi na after nun. tas nakatulog nako. tas nagising ako mga 12am na. tas wala na. 2am ako natulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang corny! walang magawa! valentines day na bukas! nakakaasar! haha. lahat ng tao may plano! tska ahhh... kaya pala ako frustrated sa bahay nung sat!! kasi lahat ng tao nagccelebrate! haha. papasok pa pala ako early tom! tutulungan pa isang eng blockmate para maexecute ang kanyang v-day plano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko bahalaa na! haha. hakuna matata! watever comes goes! whehe. sabi nga ng isang kaibigan, bahala na si batmaan! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gudluck sa lahat ng may hellweek ngayon! sa mga mag lolongtest, may research paper, pe midterms, sparring, math lt, oral defense, group presentation! gudluk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110826725336571831?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110826725336571831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110826725336571831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/02/matagal-tagal-na-rin-pala-akong-hindi.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110761716396728978</id><published>2005-02-05T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T23:26:03.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chance or choice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*for all you lovers out there. at sa mga naguguluhan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we meet the right person to love when we're at the right place at the right time. That's chance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you meet someone you you're attracted to, that's not a choice. That's chance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being caught up in a moment (and there's a lot of couples who get together because of this) is not a choice. That's also a chance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The difference is what happens afterward. When will you take that infatuation, that crush, that mind-blowing attraction to the next level? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down and contemplate whether you want to make this into a concrete relationship or just a fling. If you decide to love a person, even with his faults, that's not a chance. That's choice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you choose to be with a person, no matter what, that's choice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if you know there are many people out there who are more attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you decide to love your mate just the same, that's choice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infatuation, crushes, attraction comes to us by chance. But true love that lasts is truly a choice. A choice that we make. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regarding soulmates, there's a beautiful movie quote that I believe is so true about this: "Fate brings you together, but it's still up to you to make it happen." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do believe that soulmates do exist. That there is truly someone made for you. But it's still up to you to make the choice if you're going to do something about it or not. We may meet our soulmates by chance, but loving and staying with our soulmate is still a choice we have to make.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110761716396728978?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110761716396728978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110761716396728978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/02/chance-or-choice.html' title='chance or choice?'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110727140700913548</id><published>2005-02-01T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:25:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewan ko nalang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="4" border="0"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th colspan="3"  style="color:#bbffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;FARADAY&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/acro/acronymquiz.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko nalang... ito na mismong nagsabing fit ako....hahahaha &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110727140700913548?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110727140700913548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110727140700913548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/02/ewan-ko-nalang.html' title='ewan ko nalang.'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110727107566282978</id><published>2005-02-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:17:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagal ko na hindi nagsusulat.. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinatamad ako magsulat. pero dahil nagrekwes si gigolo magupdate. heto na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala namang bago. kasi kung may bago malamang isusulat ko dito. hehe. nung saturday eastwud ayos lang. cable car wid prends. spotted an evo kaya solb. knting inom para  right kind of light. haha. tas ayun uwi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inaantok nako. bukas nalang. sory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110727107566282978?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110727107566282978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110727107566282978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/02/tagal-ko-na-hindi-nagsusulat.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110657916381100925</id><published>2005-01-24T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T23:06:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If she hits you, act like it hurts. If it hurts, act like it doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should add my sassy girl to one of the greatest films i've seen.. hmm.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda depressing though. wrong timing. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas i found out just a while ago that it's a true story. just when i thought that imposible mangyari un. oh well. ganyan tlga e. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she hits you, act like it hurts. If it hurts, act like it doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110657916381100925?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110657916381100925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110657916381100925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-she-hits-you-act-like-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110606151123611889</id><published>2005-01-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:18:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>danger: pls. don't read kung ayaw ng senti haha.</title><content type='html'>i love 22. it's all that really matters to me now. it's a feeling i've missed. it's the reason why i have acted so strangely. it's the reason why i can't concentrate. it's the reason for giving me worries and doubts. it's the reason why i yearn for that moment of unexplainable and unmeasurable sense of ecstacy. it's the reason why when something goes wrong and i expect something but don't get it, or if i think i've finally lost my patience and think this is stupid, i find myself in a whirlpool of the saddest emotions convincing myself that such a thing wasn't meant to last or happen. but then, one text, one message, one single happy thought, one glance, one smile, immediately brings back that feeling for her regardless of all the things that once convinced you to stop this nonsense. ewan. im not yet man enough to tell her face to face. but the time will come. its all up to her. i think i have done all that i could've done, and if not, then i would perhaps in the future. i try to tell myself that im not in love and that we're just good friends. but im not kidding anyone but myself. "i'm in love and i don't care, take my hand and don't be scared, coz i don't want to lose you tonight."   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110606151123611889?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110606151123611889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110606151123611889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/01/danger-pls-dont-read-kung-ayaw-ng.html' title='danger: pls. don&apos;t read kung ayaw ng senti haha.'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110589282607304153</id><published>2005-01-16T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:27:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eastwud was the place to be! haha. together with some friends (ana,kris,marian,david,anton), kami'y nagbasement. hayuup and da fuckk ang masasabi ko. haha. ang dami grabe ng tao! sobra! haha. sobrang hirap magparty sa loob. kaya tuloy ndi ko na nakuha ung 2 free drinks ko. so nakiinom nalang ako. tas may kano pa na babae na sobrang laki na 250 pounds ata na 5'8 na trying to get prekky wid us. haha. dinidikitan tlga kami, eh medyo mismatch naman ata diba. haha. so layo muna kami. of course, to no avail! kasi wala ngang space! grabe! pumunta kami dun para ma uhaw at pawisan! haha. wala ka tlga magagawa dun seryoso. haha. 2 times ako pinaso ng yosi. sobrang badtrip ako nun. haha. tas ayun. basta. ahaha. sayang ndi ko naabutan sayaw ni ana tska na david! hahah! gota see that! haha! ;p anyway, basta tugstugstugs the sounds tsaka girls gone wild kaya ok na rin. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya din friday! watched blade:trinity! ok naman muvi! may halo na comedy! haha. ung wyt guy kasi. tenginang hirits. hahaha. twas a gud day naman! haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos dami ako naaccomplish! naka aral nako slightly for math! tsaka nakaaral na fil! yey. kala ko kasi nasa point na ulit ako ng aking buhay kung saan tamad na ulit ako mag-aral e. haha. dehh, pero ok na ulit ngayon. aral boy na ulit. nerdoyks. hahha. asa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm wats to luk forward to dis week? hmm.. ITM test.... math test.... nstp!! arrghh, dapat wats to regret dis week e. EXCITED NAKO MAG-ARNIS! NYAHAHHA. JOKE LNAG.&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/7581909-110589282607304153?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110589282607304153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110589282607304153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/01/eastwud-was-place-to-be-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110545179391013337</id><published>2005-01-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:56:33.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley - Waiting in Vain</title><content type='html'>1, 2, 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love.&lt;br /&gt;From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl,&lt;br /&gt;My heart says follow t'rough.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, now, that I'm way down on your line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the waitin' feel is fine:&lt;br /&gt;So don't treat me like a puppet on a string,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I have to do my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me as if you think I'm dumb;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know when you're gonna come - soon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love,&lt;/strong&gt;'Cause if summer is here,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting there;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is here,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting there.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;[Guitar solo]&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Like I said:&lt;br /&gt;It's been three years since I'm knockin' on your door,&lt;br /&gt;And I still can knock some more:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh girl, ooh girl, is it feasible?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know now, for I to knock some more.&lt;br /&gt;Ya see, in life I know there's lots of grief,&lt;br /&gt;But your love is my relief:&lt;br /&gt;Tears in my eyes burn - tears in my eyes burn&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting - while I'm waiting for my turn,&lt;br /&gt;See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love, oh!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -&lt;br /&gt;No I - no I (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't&lt;br /&gt;wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -&lt;br /&gt;No, no-no, I, no, I (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -&lt;br /&gt;It's your love that I'm waiting on (I don't wanna - I don't wanna -&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);&lt;br /&gt;It's me love that you're running from.&lt;br /&gt;It's Jah love that I'm waiting on (I don't wanna - I don't wanna -&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);&lt;br /&gt;It's me love that you're running from.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7581909-110545179391013337?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110545179391013337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110545179391013337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/01/bob-marley-waiting-in-vain.html' title='Bob Marley - Waiting in Vain'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110544589051953507</id><published>2005-01-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:18:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m so depressed right now. Wala bengga part 3 na naman. Curse the person who bumped into my car. Fuck him or her. Grabe. Wala na nga ginagawa oto ko dun e. nakapark na nga lang tas babanggain pa. grabe. Sana man lang nag-iwan siya ng contact number o ano man. Grabe naman. If I find out kung sino talaga may gawa nun tangina I uupakan ko yun. Grabe naman. It’s the only other thing that’s so important to me, ung kotse ko. Ano ba. I’m now typing this in the library. I’ll post it later when I get home. Gusto ko lang magsulat just so that mailabas ko lang ung frustration ko. Hay lord bakit ganito. Alam ko life aint always good pero mukhang sobrang tagal na naman ata ng sad days. Let the happy days come naman. Ewan ko nalang. Bahala Diyos na ulit. Nasa point na ulit ako kung saan tinatamad na ulit ako mag-aral at palaboy nalang. In a few minutes aalis na ako at uuwi ng bahay. Dapat gagawin ko research paper ko ngayon. Pero wala, sinayang ko lang. kelangan na ulit mag straighten up. Kaso hirap na ulit magstart. Im so fuckin depressed. Un na. I just need something to jumpstart me up. i think naiwan pa ung utak ko sa holidays. Im not in “school” form. Ewan. Everythings so tanginang messed up. Habang tintingan ko ung ibang tao dito sa lib na nagsusulat ng kanikanilang ginagawa, dito naman ako nagppost ng entry. Sana wala nalang nagbabasa nito. Naaasar lang ako sa mga comments e. ayoko sa bahay seryoso. I hate it kapag night time na and the thought of having to go to school. Lalo lang ako nadedepress kasi inaanticipate ko nang magiging isa na naming olats na araw. Either way, pinagdadasal ko nalang na maganda. Ano ba yan dati madasalin akong bata, ngayon hindi na. tsk tsk. I need someone to lighten up my day. Pero the person I’m expecting happens to be the person who makes this day even more depressing. Ok pala. Alam nyo ba ung the nightingale and the rose na story? Ung nightingale kasi heard this boy na umiiyak dahil hindi siya pinapansin ng gusto niyang babae. Tas the only way na mapapapansin ng lalaki ung babae is by giving her a red rose. But ung boy ala siyang mahanap na red rose sa buong garden. Pitying the boy, ung nightingale gumawa ng paraan, kasi nakita niyang sobrang dedicated ung boy, eh since ung only way yata makagawa ng rose is to pierce the nightingale’s heart, ginawa pa rin ng nightingale. Tas napierce na ng napierce ung heart ng nightingale until they come up with the most beautiful red rose.. and the corpse of a nightingale. Wala lang. un lang ung analogy ko of love. U get into the deep deep black hole even though u know na masasaktan ka. Napakasenti naman nito. Haha bading! Nakakainis. Deh, ganun e. ewan. Basta. Nakakatrauma na kasing maghintay ng sobrang tagal. Di ko na lam kung worth it pa. love is not blind nga daw, Lovers are. It’s almost seven la pako naaaccomplish. Haba na pala nito. Sige post ko nalang maya. Bahala na what happens the next few days. Gusto ko na quit blog. Lang kwenta e. baka tanggalin ko nalang tagboard. Ayoko ng comments e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110544589051953507?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110544589051953507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110544589051953507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-so-depressed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110528557245159486</id><published>2005-01-10T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:46:12.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke time</title><content type='html'>Blonde Pinay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde Pinay, wanting to earn some money, decidedto hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde Pinay said, "How about pipty dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to &gt;her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?" The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, the blonde Pinay came to the door to collect her money. "You're finished already?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O-o," the blonde Pinay answered, "and I had paint lept ober, so I gabe it two coats." Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And by the way," the blonde added, "it's not a PORCH, it's a PERRARI".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alam niyo ba na pano sasabihin sa kausap mo na mabaho ang hininga niya ng hindi kamakakabastos: mawalang galang na, itatanong ko lang, pooh ba ang ulam niyo kanina?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVICT: Father, forgive me for I have sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; PRIEST: Sabihin mo lahat ng kasalanan mo, anak.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; CONVICT: Father, ipinapatay ko po lahat ng naniniwala sa Diyos.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Kayo ba’y naniniwala sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; PRIEST: Sino yon?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; ****&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Witness: Pagkatapos ng krimen, naghiwa-hiwalay na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Translator: After the crime, we became sepa-separated.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; ****&lt;br /&gt;Police Chief: Guards, may nakawalang hoodlum! Bantayan ang mga exits!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Later.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Guard: Sir, nakatakas ang hoodlum!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Police Chief: Paano nangyari iyon?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Guard: Sir, sa entrance po dumaan!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; ****&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner donated his eyes, arms, legs and kidney.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Guard: Aba, unti-unti ka nang tumatakas, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; *****&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Leroy came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted. “Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.” Little Leroy is a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Leroy’s mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Leroy, of course, thought he did.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy’s mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his behavior over the last year and write a letter to God and tell him why he deserved a bike for his birthday. Little Leroy stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 1 Dear God, I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend, Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew this wasn’t true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 2:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;This is your friend Leroy. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew this wasn’t true either. He tore up the letter and started again.&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 3:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew he could not send this letter to God either, so he wrote another letter.&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 4:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven’t been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a red bike for my birthday. Thank you, Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike. By now, Leroy was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go to church. Leroy’s Mother thought her plan had worked because Leroy looked very sad. “Just be home in time for dinner,” his mother said.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. He picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into his house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Leroy began to write his letter to God.&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 5:&lt;br /&gt;I’VE GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.&lt;br /&gt;Signed, YOU KNOW WHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang. whehee aliw ung, POOH BA ANG ULAM NYO KANINA? hahahahhahha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110528557245159486?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110528557245159486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110528557245159486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/01/joke-time.html' title='joke time'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110468583304418703</id><published>2005-01-03T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T01:10:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you 2004</title><content type='html'>i think ill need this for future reference.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are the things i have achieved and experienced or went through in the year 2004. year of the rat ba un? haha. basta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Graduation&lt;br /&gt;   there will never be a thing like graduation ever. il never forget, shet sino nga ba ung APSA natin? basta thanks for the sobrang bilis na grad practice. tas ung syempre ung pagkamay kay nebres. tas last moment picture picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. April 2004&lt;br /&gt;   got my car and my license. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Retreat&lt;br /&gt;   had a lot of revelations and heart-warming messages from people i didn't expect. ung sa ate ko i think was the most touching one. tas nagkabati with most of the kaaways sa class. i think.. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   tas ung wrestling pa! hahha. ung memorable dun ung nauntog ung isang classmate namin si bimbo yata ng solid sa may floor. hahaha. sama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ACET&lt;br /&gt;   i passed. sadly not sa ME. anyhow, i passed and i wouldn't be here right now or i wouldn't know the people i know right now kung hindi ako meco right? yung memorable pa dito ung kasi diba retreat namin nung narelease ung results? eh fone ko can do some extraordinary shit, haha. kaya nya icheck ung results ng acet online. so akin ung ginamit o. ang dami nasa rum namin para magcheck ng results. haha. tas bawal pa fone nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. June 2004&lt;br /&gt;   met my blockmates. start of college life. honestly didn't have a good impression bout them but hindi na now. i think their cool. met my english blockmates. even cooler. just like forrest gump would say, we were like peas and carrots. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. april 2004&lt;br /&gt;   how cud i forget? bday ko nga pala. haha. kaso di ko lam pano ko cinelebrate e. hahha. il make my bday this year the bomb! haha. libre ko kayo hongkong! hahahha. asa. deh basta memorable this year promise! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. summer 2004&lt;br /&gt;   i forgot where we went to.. hmm.. let me think.. ah fuck how cud i forget. ung nalasing ako ng todo sa party ni gino. anak nang. grabe! kami lang ni leo nag-inuman nun e! hahaha. hence, may trauma ako sa gin. actually hindi lang gin, pati pomelo juice. kaya nga once nag-order ako pomelo juice sa school, muntikan ko na isuka kasi lam mo un parang may lasang gin. pero ang saya nun seryoso! woooh. sana maulit ulit. di ko na tlga maalala ung ginawa ko nun. sayang di ako naghubad tas may chix kunyari. nyakhahahhaa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah hindi lang un! kasi nagstart ako gym nung summer din, nung day nung party, sobrang sakit ng katawan ko nun. seryoso hindi ko mastretch ung arms ko nun, kaya may baon ako nun bengay eh. haha. pero nung naintoxicate na yata ako hindi ko na namalayan na masakit katawan ko nun. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko na tlga maalala summer ko a. i guess walang masyadong masayang nangyari.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. how cud i forget. i started blogging 2004! coool! ok din pala to.minsan i browse through my previous entries to see what i was like back then.. cooll.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. met 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ges thats about it. thank you 2004 for defining the person that i am right now. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets start 2005 right! yeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. vtr narin nga ako! follow the footsteps of my kuya! where he failed, i will prevail! haha. pasok nako sa mundo ng showbiz! hahahaha. deh.. studies muna! haha. cge gabi na. dami pa gagawin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110468583304418703?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110468583304418703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110468583304418703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/01/thank-you-2004.html' title='thank you 2004'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110468403337515756</id><published>2005-01-03T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T00:40:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arrgh jampacked mon and tues coming up! i can feel it! haha. WOO-SAH! GOOS-FRABA.... hahaa. kaya... kaya toh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110468403337515756?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110468403337515756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110468403337515756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2005/01/arrgh-jampacked-mon-and-tues-coming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110440373106887724</id><published>2004-12-30T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T18:48:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at her pussy</title><content type='html'>hahahaha. i just had to post this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/tryst_04/upclosepussy1fb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&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/7581909-110440373106887724?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110440373106887724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110440373106887724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/12/look-at-her-pussy.html' title='look at her pussy'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110434134742063229</id><published>2004-12-30T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T12:22:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful thinker</title><content type='html'>this is by far one of the saddest christmas/new year i've experienced. ewan, im not used to not having a lot of food sa table pag noche buena. dati kasi dami sobra pagkain tas parang pinaghahandaan talaga. ngayon hindi na. although masarap naman ang inihanda, hindi lang ganito yung inasahan ko. well, i had a feeling din naman na hindi magiging masaya tong christmas para sakin. biruin mo, tsaka ko lang naramdaman yung christmas spirit nung mga 3 days before christmas. ewan.. it used to be so fun and exciting and something i really look forward to. ung tipong two weeks or one week before, tignan ko ilalim nung chrstmas tree to see kung ilan na regalo ko. tas kunyari hindi ko alam ung laman. hehe. i used to buy presents, pero ngayon, ni isa, wala. meron actually, pero hindi sa family. tsk tsk. hmm, kelan nga ba ung pinakamemorable na christmas para sakin, hmm siguro yung last year. yun na siguro pinakamasaya. kasi kumpleto kaming lahat. tas ang daming regalo. tas exchange tlga kaming lahat. tas tipong kahit hindi seryoso yung gift, ang saya parin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, mas gusto ko pa may pasok. parang masmarami kasing pwedeng masayang magawa e. hmm, dapat its the season to be jolly! haha. maging optimistic nalang ako. hmm, what's my new year's resolution? hmm, siguro, sana, pipilitin ko na ibuild yung self-confidence ko. hirap kasi sakin i'm too insecure, too perfectionist. though it's not bad to have being the best as a goal, lam mo yun, siguro pwde na for now ung pwede na attitude to build up my confidence. diba? tsaka magiging optimistic ako next year! tsaka take life as it is. hmm meron ba ganun haha. basta don't expect anything. kung may mangyaring ok eh di good. kung masama, be proactive! i read this article sa readers digest why some people consider themselves lucky or unlucky. kasi nasa mentality din ng tao un e. kunyari nasa bank ka, tas nahold-up ung bank. commonly, people who consider themselves unlucky would think na ano ba yan kung kelan pako pumunta ng bank saka naholdup. while ung mga lucky would tend to think na, salamat wala namang masamang nangyari sa akin, or it could've been worse. so yun ung mentality na sinusubukan ko ngayon e. it could've been worse. diba? kung sad ung christmas na to, hmm.. it could've been worse. pwede wala kaming handa at all. pwedeng hindi kami nag-usap ng family. (kasi pinagalitan kami on the 25th e). basta. medyo ok naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of people right now. i miss hanging out with some people. sinusubukan ko nalang daanin sa panonood ng tv para di ko maalala. besides, i have a lot of catching up to do. may lovers in paris pala sa abs-cbn. hot ung isang babae dun. hehe. i also watched love actually and cruel intentions. tas kanina i watched forrest gump again. hmm, i think it was the 4th or 5th time already that i watched that film. it's just so inspiring. timeless. however, medyo naging senti ako dahil dun, hence, this entry. hehe. love actually is another inspiring film although may medyo pinilit na scenes dun. nevertheless, it's a feel good movie. tamang-tama sa aura ng aking buhay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what new year would be like. ipangarap ko nalang sa Diyos na biglang magtext ng I LABYU si 22 hahaha. ASA. kaya nga pangarap e. haha. deh basta sana maging masaya. tsaka bday din kasi ng mommy kaya sana masaya talaga. sana matuloy tagaytay namin. gusto ko kasi sumakay dun sa cable car thing e. mukhang masaya e. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagyayaya si gian kanina pumunta banawe bukas. just can't even though gusto ko talaga pumunta. daddy's here e. hirap mag ask for cash. whehe. tsaka i think may puntahan kami tom. plus it's the village's christmas party tom. someone wants to meet me! wahhaa. hinihingan ako ng picture! wahhaa. kakaflatter nga e wahaha. kasi pinasabi sa helper namin, eh sinabi ko na baka naman katulong din yan a. haha. ndi daw, pwede daw e. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lss ung song sa love actually, yung song na all i want for christmas. sobrang bagay nga e, kasi medyo ung setting ng love actually was christmas season din. coolness. weheh. basta, ung song goes all i want for christmas is you. hmm, so siguro un na rin lang sakin. kahit hindi physically sana kahit spiritually wahaha. labo. shempre dats wat frends are for diba! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige medyo mahaba na to e. i need a sign from God. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110434134742063229?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110434134742063229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110434134742063229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/12/wishful-thinker.html' title='wishful thinker'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110372286752002427</id><published>2004-12-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:41:07.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO</title><content type='html'>this day was all about eating and sleeping! punta kasi kami province kanina diba. tas buong 3 hour trip nung papunta tulog ako. tas pagdating dun mga 11-5 kumakain ako. mga 45min intervals in between ahaha. basta. nagpaxmas party kasi daddy nd mommy e. tas may mga trabaho mga kapatid ko. kaya ako lang nakasama. boring sobra. pero masaya. hehe. kain e. ayos magpapamass ako. (that means papalaki ng katawan hehe parang si hmm.. sino ba.. si LATRELL ung sa white chicks. haha lam na). tas ano ba. ah nung monday inuman. haha. pinakitaan ako ng lesbian action. hahaha. diba AHEM. hahaha. basta baka mabuking kasi siya kaya di ko sabihin name ahaha. basta ayos naman. gin na naman ang tinagay. i hate ginnnnn. basta trauma! haha. pero nevertheless uminom parin. haha. tagal ko na palang di naguupdate haha. ano ba. lapet na xmas guys. hahha. ngayon ko lang nararamdaman ang xmas spirit. hehe. punta kami tagaytay! ayos! pwede un! punta pako ateneo bukas! hassle kukunin ko pa kasi research paper na yan e! basta. misssss ko na si 2222222222222................ sana pasukan naaa!! haha. dehh joke lang. sana break parin pero makikita ko na siya. hhaha.  asaa. kakapagod ang mga daysss latelllyyy.. dumating kasi daddy e. dami pinapagawa. phewww. basta, meerrrryy xmas nalang and happy new year niggers, negroids, nigrettes, pigs, actually pig lang pala.. (hahha peace gian). onga noh miss ko na kayo. ung a5 tsaka ung 3 dings and 1 epal doyoyong. haaha. kelan mga badingan sessions hahha. grbeeee wur da chixxxx attt.. miss ko na tues-thurs skedsss... waaahhhh. miss ko na 222222222&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110372286752002427?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110372286752002427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110372286752002427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/12/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110286850187137978</id><published>2004-12-13T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:12:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senti modeeee</title><content type='html'>got this again in some site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point in my life, i actually don't want any commitments too u know. but im just happy the way it is right now. i hope it stays this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUFF SAID....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is......... para sa mga senti at mushy at heart-broken at maarte at hopeless romantic at hopeless at romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"THE QUESTIONS"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me walking the road with someone else&lt;br /&gt;It's not because I like his company&lt;br /&gt;It's because you're not brave enough to walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear me talking about him all the time&lt;br /&gt;It's not because he pleases me&lt;br /&gt;It's because you're too deaf to hear my heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel me falling with someone new&lt;br /&gt;It's not because I love him&lt;br /&gt;Because you're not there to catch me fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost, I too am nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I too don't know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna cross each other's path&lt;br /&gt;Or just completely turn around?&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me walk with him&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to walk with&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me talk of him&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to talk with&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for him&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"THE ANSWER"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't brave enough to walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;I was behind you every step of the way&lt;br /&gt;Still filled with awe because of the beauty that stands before me&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I was too deaf to hear your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to assume anything&lt;br /&gt;And I was afraid to lose our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't there to catch you&lt;br /&gt;It was because you never gave me the chance&lt;br /&gt;You never reached the bottom, you've already grabbed the branch&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you are nowhere, I too am lost&lt;br /&gt;I too don't know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;Are we just going to turn around,&lt;br /&gt;Or are we gonna cross each other's path?&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk by your side&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me talk of something else&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to talk with&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for someone else&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110286850187137978?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110286850187137978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110286850187137978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/12/senti-modeeee.html' title='senti modeeee'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110276904871474945</id><published>2004-12-11T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:44:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bengga part 2</title><content type='html'>tagal na hindi ako nagbblog! haha. dis is bengga part 2. binengga ako! woohooo! di ako may kasalanan! wooohoo! haha. sarap ng feeling kapag ikaw yung walang kasalanan! woohoo! hahha. teina kasi ung pulis na nambangga sakin na naka fx na pulis daw. eh gago siya. haha. hinamon ko nga sapakan eh. hahaa. deh joke lang. pero seryoso kung di lang tlga pulis. nakakatakot kasi baka magbunot ng baril. wahha. di pa panahon mamatay. heeh. ano ba, nstp! pucha! angsaya! at least parang nakakagym nako! total body workout! woohoo! haha. tas sobrang pawiss yaaakk. haha. ang lapit na ng pasko!!!! i can feel the simoy ng hangin! its so malamig and cozy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shet may bago nang windows media player! ala lng. un na. wala nang bago sa buhay ko. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! tas may nagmsg sakin sa friendster! si ALELI. (special mention). deep shit daw ung nandito sa blog ko. hehe tas nireread nya daw to. yeyy nakakaflatter. sorry hindi siya deep ngayon. haha. sabog tlga e.medyo nakakapansin lang, mababaw ung nasusulat natin kapag masaya tayo, pero kapag may dinaramdam, malalim tayo magsulat. parang gusto tlga natin maencapsulate ung buong karanasan with all your heart and emotions. oh well sorry masaya ako ngayon e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyy,, masama magyosi!! arrrghhhh.. INOM nalang! woohoooo haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110276904871474945?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110276904871474945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110276904871474945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/12/bengga-part-2.html' title='bengga part 2'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110225659231273040</id><published>2004-12-05T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:23:12.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, you're like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chasing all the rain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You bring brighter days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the perfect one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For me, and you forever will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will love you so for, always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come with me my sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's go make a family  ---&gt; medyo omit na muna ung part na yan hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And they will bring us joy for always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh boy I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't find enough ways to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you can be sure I'm yours, for always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from atlantic starr's song called always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ampwede ung song! haha. bukas may pasok na naman. an unexpected 4 day weekend.. cool.. it was just what i needed. medyo ironic nga lang.. kasi nung fri due ung 1st draft namin for english. tas nung monday palang sinimulan ko na un. tas nag stay pako sa lib hanggang 7 nung tues and wednesday para gawin. tas biglang alang pasok.. haayy.. ok lang un.. haha.. kamalasan.. bukas, ano ba meron? hmm.. shet fil. di ko pa nababasa.. ayoos alang ES sa tues. ok! grabe hirap Es badtrip kakainis! bwiset ung buntis na teacher na un! haha. sana manganak na siya! haha. tas mabubuntis ulit siya. hahah sama. deh hirap kasi! dami binabasa! LSS sobra ung song! tsaka ung song ng parokya na your song! ganda din!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta! un lang! wehehe&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/7581909-110225659231273040?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110225659231273040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110225659231273040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/12/ooh-youre-like-sun-chasing-all-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110216605656427489</id><published>2004-12-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T21:14:35.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to a shitty day :)</title><content type='html'>PUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. So, this the man did, day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoul! ders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all of his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the man was showing discouragement, the adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the weary mind: "You have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn't moved." Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man. Satan said, "Why kill yourself over this? Just ! put in your time, giving just the minimum effort; and that will be good enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what the weary man planned to do, but decided to make it a Matter of Prayer and to take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown; your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True, you haven't moved the rock. But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. That you have done. Now I, my friend, will move the rock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actu! ally what God wants is just a simple obedience and faith in Him.By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God who moves the mountains.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems to go wrong ... just P.U.S.H.!&lt;br /&gt;When the job gets you down ... just P.U.S.H.!&lt;br /&gt;When people don't react the way you think they should .... just P.U.S.H.&lt;br /&gt;When your money is "gone" and the bills are due ...just P.U.S.H.!&lt;br /&gt;When people just don't understand you .... just P.U.S.H.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P= Pray&lt;br /&gt;U= Until&lt;br /&gt;S= Something&lt;br /&gt;H= Happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay thank you Lord! pwede nako ulit gumawa research paper! woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110216605656427489?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110216605656427489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110216605656427489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/12/heres-to-shitty-day.html' title='here&apos;s to a shitty day :)'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110215396890717982</id><published>2004-12-04T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T17:52:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You're the only girl who makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110215396890717982?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110215396890717982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110215396890717982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/12/youre-only-girl-who-makes-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110182539112465633</id><published>2004-11-30T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T22:36:31.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they're quite accurate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From the Sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of all your friends, you're the shining star.&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic - loving attention and the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;You're a totally entertainer and the life of the party.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out! The Sun can be stubborn, demanding, and flirty.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a great leader and great friend. The very best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/planetquiz.html"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May quiz din ako sinagutan before dat said i was like vodka. its description of me was kinda like this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110182539112465633?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110182539112465633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110182539112465633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/theyre-quite-accurate.html' title='they&apos;re quite accurate'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110174346762490124</id><published>2004-11-29T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:51:07.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just had to post this</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/tryst_04/killbill.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMPH! haahahahaa. nyahahahhha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110174346762490124?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110174346762490124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110174346762490124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-just-had-to-post-this.html' title='i just had to post this'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110174303246331300</id><published>2004-11-29T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:43:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anapestic poem</title><content type='html'>wala lang naalala ko lang ung poem na sinulat ko for lit. it was supposed to be about trees or birds or trees and birds. ah basta. eto un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRDS EYE VIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot understand why they had to cut down my own homw&lt;br /&gt;what once was a place filled with life cheerfully seen for so long&lt;br /&gt;is a place now deserted with mem'ries and moments i miss&lt;br /&gt;it was all for the cost of mans need for a moment of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe wala lang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110174303246331300?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110174303246331300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110174303246331300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/anapestic-poem.html' title='anapestic poem'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110147719436201955</id><published>2004-11-26T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:53:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a love story</title><content type='html'>I was beginning to regret having worn my favorite red off-shoulder blouse and pleated skirt inside the movie house because I was shivering in the cold. But I took the huge risk because I knew perfectly how my favorite pair of clothing will impress my boyfriend. He loved it whenever I showed a little more skin but if and only if he was with me. I love how he compliments me - he never fails to make me feel as if I was the most beautiful woman on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie hasn't begun, and the cold was already enveloping us. We found good premiere seats. His hand was holding mine. The feeling of having him all to myself in the dark tickled me. It didn't occur to me that he was smelling the side of my neck as he murmured, Bango naman ng Baby ko¦ I love you! Another smile curled my lips. Wala bang I love you too? ! He teased. So I answered back, I love you too, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few subtle kisses on the cheek, his cellphone beeped. He quickly checked who it was and buried his eyes on the message. I saw him reply to the text as if he was being chased after. Uy, bili ako ng food gusto mo? Kelangan ko narin kasing mag-load, may kelangan akong reply-an. Limang piso nalang yata laman nito! He whispered La akong bulsa, By. Hawakan mo muna 'tong cell, baka mawala ko lang. You know how careless I am. I nodded and kept the phone safely in my hands. He slightly pinched my cheek, said I love you again under his breath, and took off. The movie still hasn't started. I closed my eyes and gave a hearty yawn. I almost fell asleep when I felt his phone vibrate violently. The name Michelle was blinking. Who's Michelle? I thought to myself. Even before I could press accept, the phone stopped vibrating and displayed 1 missed call. The message icon was also blinking - meaning Michael's inbox was ! full. I had to delete old messages to pave way for incoming texts. So I did. Five messages came in immediately, all of which were from "Michelle." Without hesitation, I opened them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha?! Anong wg muna ako text? Kelangan natin mgusap ngyn na! Nsan kb kc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I text you na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text mo ko if coast is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R u still with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart do a somersault in complete confusion. What did the messages mean? Who was that HER Michael was still with? I felt cold sweat forming around my forehead and nose. I took a deep breath. So I pretended to be Michael and replied casually to the text messages.She replied in a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, baket ka ba text ng text? May problema ba? Musta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mike!!! Ano ng balita sayo? Baket ngayon ka lang nagreply? Kanina pa ko nagpaparamdam! Kasama mo pa ba si Shayne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was just stabbed right in the chest when I saw my name in Michelle's text message, but I continued replying with Michael's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, bumili lang ako ng food. Iniwan ko si Shayne sa loob ng sinehan. Baket ba kasi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mo pa kasi iwan yang babaeng yan eh hihihi! Love, tuloy ba tayo bukas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah? Ewan ko, ikaw ang bahala. San ba tayo bukas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ba sabi mo pupunta tayo ng Laguna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako nagsabi nun? Ah oo nga pala, I promised you that. Eh ano bang plano mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano? Ikaw nga ang nagplano eh! Baket parang binabalik mo sakin ang tanong? Nakalimutan mo na ba? 4 months na tayo bukas! Dapat astig ang out-of-town natin! Swimming tayo siguro tapos dinner¦ Alam mo na siguro ang ibig kong sabihin, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay motionless. The movie began. I felt my head spin violently - my vision was now blurred because of the big teardrops gathering in my eyes. But I blinked them away and replied as fast as I could. I knew Michael was on his way back to the cinema any minute now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo sige na basta sabihin mo yun ang gagawin natin! Ang bilis ng panahon noh 4 months na tayo. Parang kelan langâ€¦ O sige pano ba ang plano bukas? Sabi! hin mo sakin ang nasa isip mo HONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm¦. Basta bring your car na lang! Tawagan mo ko sa bahay tonight so we can talk ha? Love you lots! Mwah mwah! (smiley face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reply I love you too, but the phone displayed Check Operator Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world must've stopped before my very eyes. There was nothing more I could feel except for the tears rolling down my cheeks and the freeze that was now killing me inch by inch. I stared at the big screen while my thoughts drifted away¦ I couldn't find the right words to describe how I felt that moment. Images of another girl and my Baby deeply in love with each other flashed in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this time, I was sharing Michael with someone elseâ€¦ That all this time, there was another woman whom he had his right arm around¦ The tears were all coming out now. I know people around me were already staring, b! ut I was no longer thinking rational. Emptiness devoured me that instant¦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance I noticed a familiar face walking up the stairs towards my seat. I cleared my throat, cleaned my face, and took several deep breaths. Michael was on his way to our seats at the center bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Baby! Michael kissed me on the nose. Sensha na! Tagal ko noh! Dami kasi nakapila dun sa binilhan ko Sensha na, sensha na¦ He put down the plastic bags and held my hand tight. He kissed me softly on the lips and whispered passionately, I love you Shayne! I love you Baby ko¦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the strength to answer back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on. Oo nga pala, simula bukas, may fieldwork kami. Baka next week na ang balik ko. Hindi ko pa sure kung saan yung site, so baka walang signal dun. But I'll try texting you whenever I can, ok? I love you, Baby ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shout at him, scream at the top of my lungs, but no sound came out. I coul! dn't make myself say anything. I turned muteâ€¦ my body was as numb as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O? Wala na naman bang I love you too dyan? Dapat lagi kang nag-I-I love you too! He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt something vibrating on my lap again. It was Michael's phone. Another text message. Michael saw it blinking and immediately read the message at a distance. But I was able to read what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kelan ka pa natuto mgtext in small letters? (smiley face) tsaka baket honey na ang twag mo sakin? Hindi na ba love? Bago na ba? (smiley face)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long, long awkward pause. I thought the world has just stopped revolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips were sealed and the tears were already flowing freely - I could no longer control them. Michael looked straight at me, with his jaw half open. His eyes were round and bigger than usual, full of questions and fear. We just stared at each other, not knowing what to say. I felt the whole world sink and disappear, ! leaving only the two of us alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds of silence that felt like forever, I swallowed the big lump in my throat with all my strength and bitterly whispered¦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too, Baby ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110147719436201955?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110147719436201955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110147719436201955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/love-story.html' title='a love story'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110143157399289987</id><published>2004-11-26T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T09:12:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ganyan talaga... masaya....</title><content type='html'>2nd draft nato. nakakaasar na. naghang pa kasi pc ko kagabi e. olats. basta. everytime kasi na magsusulat nako either inaantok ako, nakakalimutan ko ang dapat isulat, or may gagamit ng computer, or wala na akong oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pumunta kami banawe last friday. ok! heaven! haha. medyo rollin' on dubs nako. haha. i wanna go back kaso no more money. tsaka mamaya uwi na mommy. so wala na, hindi nako maghahandle ng money. aww.. tsaka ok na rin kasi ayoko na maghandle ng lahat ng bagay dito sa bahay. at least now i can focus on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schools fine. i'm pretty happy with my performance. i just hope i can do this till the end of the sem. kinakabahan nako. friday kasi 1st draft ng english paper namin. wala pakong nasisimulan. and ayoko na talaga magcram.. i hope by monday nasimulan ko na un..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss hanging out with the home block. why can't the home block be like my english block no sobrang bonded na akala mo nagkasama na sila for years.. siguro dahil na rin hindi ako masyado nakakasama sa home block. ewan, it just seems that i don't fit. haha drama ulul. deh, marami din kasi reasons e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss hanging out with my blockmates. something just went wrong and i don't know kung ano un.para siyang nagccycle e.. ung parang first syempre di mo kilala isang tao, tas makikilala mo, tas magiging good friends.. after that, balik sa simula. mukhang  di mo ulit kilala, tas susubakan mong kilalanin. haha. labo. basta ganun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ba ang kulit ng mga taong katulad ko? bakit ba ang tigas ng ulo ko kahit kita ko namang wala namang nangyayari sa ginagawa ko? sayang e. un e. pero what if diba? sayang. haay. i guess its part of the art of letting go. so should i? or should i not? should i wait? or should i not? i was almost successful.. pero again i was pulled back into that blackhole. ang hirap makalabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. deh.. joke lang.. per seryoso ung lahat except ung sincerely yours. nyahaha. sige papasok na school. haay.. ay debut pa pala bukas! te-i-ya... haha. di ko pa pala nahahanda susuotin ko. aba aba, mukhang magloloko na ulit pc ko. pucha publish ko na nga to bago tuluyan pang mawala to. bye guys.&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/7581909-110143157399289987?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110143157399289987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110143157399289987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/ganyan-talaga-masaya.html' title='ganyan talaga... masaya....'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110050551693808446</id><published>2004-11-15T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T15:58:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it drives me CARazy</title><content type='html'>I'm so obsessed with cars right now. I wouldn't worry so much if i had the money. Shet. Mahal talaga pag pa pimp my ride. Here's a list of what i would want in my car and its corresponding price tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Raybrigg Headlights: 2000&lt;br /&gt;2. Air Intake&lt;br /&gt;    a. AEM V2: 14000&lt;br /&gt;    b AEM CAI: 16000&lt;br /&gt;    c. K&amp;N: 5000&lt;br /&gt;3. Headers&lt;br /&gt;    a. Fremuff: 5000&lt;br /&gt;    b. Mufflerland: haven't checked yet.&lt;br /&gt;   *Basta number 3's later pa..&lt;br /&gt;4. Ferrari Air Horn: 500 (Kaso the person i'm trying to buy from hasn't replied yet. tsk. Excited nako hehe)&lt;br /&gt;5. Rota Slipstream 15's mags with 195/50 or 195/55 tires! : around 12000 (I'm hoping that pwede ko itrade-in ung stock tires and mags ko para add nalang ako like 1000 pesos or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far yan palang muna. Naintindihan nyo ba? Ewan ko lang kasi excited lang talaga ako kaya ko pinost hehe. I have to take action habang wala pa mommy! Ako kasi may hawak ng G's men! Dehh, pero di naman ako ganun. Paalam din ako. Shettttt need for speeeeeeeDEEEE. (need for SPEED &amp; DEE) hahaha. pwede diba? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, good news! Medyo di nako masyado inuubo! yes. Hindi na masyado hassle. Medyo bad trip nga lang kanina kasi pumunta ako school para mag-aral sa lib and magpaphotocopy ng mga ES handouts tas plan ko sana after nun na maggym. soo.. pagpunta ko dun, closed ang lib... and... closed ang moro... demmmm. deh ok lang. i got home din naman within an hour. so ok lang. here i am now creating an entry. hehe. Tsaka after i looked at my planner, wala naman pala masyado gagawin. English pa naman is on wednesday so i can study nalang tom. tutal nabasa ko na rin naman e. Plans for today are reread ES handouts on Ecology and contact classmate regarding a project for ES. Gagawa dapat kami belen or whatever it's called using recyclable materials. So yun.. aral narin ako for math and fil. Onga noh, speaking of fil, after this entry i'll try composing essays or paragraphs in the proper form para naman medyo may mapala ako sa pagsulat sa blog dahil sa pagppractice dito. diba? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.. 3 days of class lang.. However i can feel the pressure of making another research paper. Oh Shet. Onga pala the reason i was supposed to go to the library talaga was to get sources. Oh well. Coding naman ako tom, bukas ko nalang gawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon sinimulan ko araw ko by watching A walk to remember. hmm.. ok lang.. although i've watched it a long time ago, hmm.. cheeeeeezyyy haha. ewan.. mastrip ko parin Sweet November.Hmm, what is it with sad endings that tend to make us like the movie? ewan.. napapansin ko kasi kapag sad ending, maganda na ung movie. Unless of course you're a movie reviewer or something. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, enough of this. I'm still thinking of what i can do mamaya. Hmm?..&lt;br /&gt;&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/7581909-110050551693808446?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110050551693808446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110050551693808446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-drives-me-carazy.html' title='it drives me CARazy'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110018278359919946</id><published>2004-11-11T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:19:43.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sobrang gulo ng last 2 days ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cough is killing me!!! fuccccckkkkkkk! ilang days na tooooo! asar na tlga ako!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may kuya has dengue!! found out yesterday after class, so had to change my sched. my kuya had to be confined so dun kami natulog sa hospital together with my other siblings. slept at 12am, woke up 445am. im now so sleeepyyy.. im at home. i opted to sleep here nalang sa house coz this cough is really killing me. magkakasakit narin ata ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a very very bad day. i haven't studied yet for lit tomorrow. ewan, i'm so sleepyyy. kanina, while i was driving, nakakatulog na tlga ako. have you ever experienced that, kahit sobrang sandali lang, nakakapanaginip ka? ung tipong 10second dream? tas lahat un mapuputol dahil sa isang busina ng kotse. ayun. so free cut kami ES kanina. that meant early dismissal since nagsit in nalang ako sa earlier PE class para di early na tlga ko makauwi. so the original plan was magmomoro before going to the hospital. by 2pm kasi tapos nako. tas tambay muna school hanggang mga 330pm. kasama na dun ung caf and RSF moments!! haha! si gian!! ginaya kasi ako, ung mouse ko kasi sa computer medyo nagloloko so tinanggal ko ung  ball thingy tas parang nilinis ko. tas a few moments si gian din, pucha! nahulog un ball dun sa likod ng computer!! ahaha. so alang ball ung mouse nya. kinuha ko ung nasa katabi kong computer since ala namang gumagamit tas binigay ko sa kanya. tas biglang may dumating na guy na gagamit ng computer na nasa tabi ko(ung tinanggalan ko ng ball). hahaha. pucha. nagmamarunong pa siya o. pa-restart restart pang nalalaman. hahahha. tas biglang pagtingin nya sa ilalim ng mouse, alang ball! hahaha. tas everytime na may lumalapit na taga RSF, natatakot si gian. hahaha. so un tapos na un. 330pm punta nako moro. determined tlga ko kahit may sakit ako kasi talagang kelangan e. so un. pasok nako dun diba. kala ko, may dala akong walking shorts! un pala wala! so tingin ako dun sa shop dun. dudes ang mahal! 650 shorts! so, di na.. wag na. punta nalang ako hospital. eh ate ko sasabay daw. so kinailangan ko pa siyang sunduin sa eastwood kasi dun siya nagwwork. tagal! nakakainis! actually di ko naexperience maghintay ng matagal kasi natulog ako habang nakapark. sobrang inaantok kasi ako. un ung time na nagddream ako while driving. hehe. tas un. dun nako mga 430pm diba. tas tulog. tas lam mo ung feeling na sobrang naiinis ka dahil nagising ka? ung ang sarap ng tulog mo tas nagising ka? ganun naman pag bagong gising e, nagiging grumpy ka. eh un, ako grumpy.tas ewan basta. tas un na, papunta na kami makati med. putek nawala pako. sumobra ako sa dapat kakaliwaan ko. tas eto na ah, this is it. this is what made my day.... nahuli ako!!!! COUNTER FLOW!!! ampucha! tas un. usap usap guard. using the acting skills sabi ko "ksi ksi ksi, kuya ko nirush sa hospital, di ko lam kung pano pumunta dun. boss pls pwde pakibilisan. kelangan ko na puntahan". tas un. eh alam nyo ba, mahuli na kayo sa lahat ng lugar wag lang makati kasi kinukuha lisensya dun tas kelangan mo pa puntahan and all. HASSLE! tas un, so sabi nya "sige kausapin ko ung nanghuli sayo". dude, tignan mo sabi nya nung pagbalik nya. police skills tlga e. "DI SIYA MAKATAYO KASI ANG SAKIT NG TIYAN NIYA E." lam na. humihingi na. eh pucha naman. ala akong barya nun(as in 100 or 200). buo pera ko 500. (you know i dont bring bills less than 500) hahahha. deh joke lang. tas un na binigay ko. HASSLE!!! kakainis!500 pesos down the drain!!! pero ok lang. iniisip ko kung kinuha nila license ko, ung fee for counter flow is 1700 e. so ok lang.tas nung pagdating ko na sa makati med. derecho tulog ako. that was mga 6. tas gising mga 8am. ganun ulit. grumpy! kakainis! tas alis na daw kami. tas driver pa nmin magddrive ng kotse ko. eh ayoko magdrive ung driver ko. so, wala, wala nakong magagawa nasa driver seat na siya eh.basta! kakainis magdrive! hehe. pero that guy got skillz ha. haha.tas ngayon. di pako nag-aaral. shettttt. alam kong may nakalimutan pako e. basta! ala nako g's nigga. sobrang pawis ako kanina!! grabe!!! basketball kasi! ala namang shorts! kakainis. tas nakita ko pa si dee. kanina was the right moment kaso pucha pawis ako sobra. tsaka di ko pa nabbrief si jimmy and joni on their role kay dee. ehhehe. si jimmy and joni ay ang aking 1-2 punch ko. pangalan siya ng left and right front bumper ko. yohonn. hahahhaa. deh. basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana nalang maging ok kuya mico. baka kelangan pa daw siya mag blood transfusion e. tsk tsk. tas here i am writing an entry for my blog. wala e, andito nako e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise bukas moro ako! kahit may sakit ako! tas basket! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110018278359919946?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110018278359919946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110018278359919946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/sobrang-gulo-ng-last-2-days-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-110000782983391811</id><published>2004-11-09T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T21:43:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i go off to study, let me post a quick entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. before i forget, here's something i heard from an episode in smallville. (oo, sobrang big fan ako ng smallville dahil kay kristin kreuk and ung isa na nagpplay ng lois lane.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta sabi nya, it's about beauty kasi. so there's this mother who gave birth to this ugly-looking child. tas all throughout nung life ng daughter nya, lagi siya inaapi na pangit. so her mother deviced a way to make her daughter look beautiful, un nga lang may side effects.so un, ieexploit sana ni lois lane ung mga ginagawa na supposedly illegal ng mother. tas parang ung reason ni lois lane was something like, &lt;em&gt;"don't you know that beauty within is more important?"&lt;/em&gt; tas reply ng mother, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the only people who say that are those who have it on the outside." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this week has been going good so far i think. pero i'm having second thoughts if is should've picked something else instead of ES. grabe daming papers! not to mention na sobrang boring ng ES lec teacher namin!! sobrang nakakaantok kasi siya!! or is it because 12 na ako lagi nakakatulog. well, at least it feels good to sleep at 12 dahil nag-aral ka, hindi dahil nanood ka lang ng tv or nagcomputer diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swerte nga e, kanina kasi coding ako ngayon diba? i set my alarm clock kasi at 430am, para sakto 6am alis ako sa house which by around 7am nasa school nako. it was all figured out! nung biglang....... krrrriiinggggg.. ok. alarm at 430am. OFF. hirit 5 minutes.... pwede na... tingin sa time.. omaygad!! 6am na!! so nagmadali nalang ako sobra. hindi ako naligo..... dehhhhhhh joke lang!! hahahha.basta umabot ako! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cge cge na. kuya mico na naman e. hassle! kakainis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely wyl driving na nman ako knina! 2-2! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-110000782983391811?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110000782983391811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/110000782983391811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/before-i-go-off-to-study-let-me-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109977034411859952</id><published>2004-11-07T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T03:45:44.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SABOGGGG</title><content type='html'>putangina. dats wat i can say. after a wonderful night out. goodmorning ladies and gentlemen. sabog! fuck! kakauwi ko lang. kakauwi galing makati kasama prens. anaknamputa lahat ng nakikitang kong mababae inaakala kong si 2-2. i miss u parin 2-2! i labyu parin! hahah kahit na may DEE na! miss ko na momi ko! hahhahahahaa asssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... sana nagbabasa parin nito siya! ahhaha. wehhhhh, DEEEE NAAAAAAA... SABOGGGGGGGGGGGGG. kala ko andun din si DEEE!!! putek. 145 isang beer dude pare. pero sulit. chix all over. kamukha nga lang ni 2-2 kaya siya din asa isip ko. naknamtokwa. haha. naknangtalong.i labyu!!!! IBA tama mo!!!! haahahhah(joke lang martin) :) hahahahhaha. siguro naman kilala na niya kung sino si 2-2 diba. sana mabasa nya to kagad kasi lam ko bukas buburahin ko to e..... ahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109977034411859952?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109977034411859952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109977034411859952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/sabogggg.html' title='SABOGGGG'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109970654238125279</id><published>2004-11-06T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T15:38:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEE na....</title><content type='html'>*erased a paragraph&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito nalang ung natira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! almost forgot! shet si DEE! she may be the hottest chick sa ateneo now! my gad! haha. papakilala na un sakin! yehey!! shettttttt cant wait!! hahahahhaa, HOOOOOOTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos next sina jelise, kate, gobing. hahahah arigghttt?? hahaha iba tlga ica. ratio pre is 8:10 for every 10 icans may 8 maganda! ano nga gian? si dodgeball? haha. pero pucha. nakakasama ko na sa table ung si DEE pare chong. its just a matter of time. hahaha.&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/7581909-109970654238125279?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109970654238125279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109970654238125279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/dee-na.html' title='DEE na....'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109941047502693085</id><published>2004-11-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:02:01.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i last posted anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired of this.. im still busy as hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got in touch with someone i've known since 2nd year. it's good to hear from someone you haven't talked to in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be focusing on my studies next sem. i'll not focus MORE on my studies, but focus totally on my studies. i dunno, there's time for everything else in the future i guess.. i'm just plain upset with myself. i'd give myself a D for effort last sem. arrgh frustrating. but, what's done is done. tomorrow, new sem. new subjects. another opportunity to excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. sobrang hiyang-hiya nako sa parents ko. i have everything! seryoso! not that im boasting anything, but heck i have almost every reason in the world to do my best in school! but ano ginagawa ko ngayon. everything i ask for, binibigay nila. kahit may hindi ako hingin, nagbibigay sila. i know my dad expects a lot from me. haay, i feel so much pressure now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are too many reasons as to why i can't function properly. dem believe it or not ung pusoy dos seryoso nakakaubos oras! love? a screw that! inom and gimik? tama na! stop everything! drinking smoking labas nak ng. study study study! i miss myself nung 4th yr! happy-go-lucky not worrying about anything in the world, not worrying kung may lakad siya o hindi. basta mataas grades ok na. no feelings to worry about or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i'm in such a hurry. i think i've read something about wanting to get some things in life so hurriedly, i wish i remember what that was. i'm turning paranoid. i just get frustrated when people don't exactly understand what i'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly im supposed to be in 4th year high school. hmm, actually 3rd year.. i wonder what i'd be doing right now had i attended grade 7 and started school 7 years old. i wouldn't be in this situation.but hmm.. mukhang fallacy to. so, ewan.. i'm still happy im here right now cause i know na ill get through this shit with or without anyone's help. it just get's too frustrating when there's no one you can really talk to. someone you'd feel comfortable enough to talk to na even you say the most stupid things, hindi mo iisipin na, ay baka isipin nito OA nako or whatever. so there, there's your explanation as to why i haven't been writing for a long while. i just feel its useless to write something down, which obviously is a cry for help, kapag ala naman talaga tutulong diba. so i'd rather keep this shit to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano OA pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are some things i've done to get ready for tom.(obviously seryoso na tlga ko sa sem na to at naghahanda ako):&lt;br /&gt;1. punta national to buy new notebooks and school stuff. but national at SM bicutan, hmm... medyo sobrang di kumpleto.. so i guess punta ko national katips tom..&lt;br /&gt;2. buy new clothes. kelangan na ng new look daw sabi ni gino. well i'd have to look into that long hair style na sinasabi mo gino.&lt;br /&gt;3. facial. ohhh,, it prrrrrrriiikeeeeeeenn hurrrrrrtssss. tagal na kasi di nagpapafacial. kakamiss ung feeling ng sakit na un. haha.&lt;br /&gt;4. prophylaxis. well, dapat ngayon tlga kaso sarado ung place ngayon kaya baka this weekend nalang.&lt;br /&gt;5. ni reready ko na in advance ung school stuff and gym stuff ko para hindi nagmamadali pag-alis tom. (sobrang drastic change to. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a few days im gona have to say goodbye to the internet world. hehe. il not be going online all the time (i hope) like before. as i've said. aral na rin ako sa bahay.. i hope na i get to have 8-10 hours of sleep again. (kaya naman eh). sana i spend more time at the lib... well i do spend a lot of time in the lib kaso i seldom go there to study. para lang matulog actually ako pumupunta dun. soo.. it's getting late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"its a lovely day, just got paid(tama ba?un ba un? basta u get the point!).."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109941047502693085?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109941047502693085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109941047502693085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/11/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109870841525896656</id><published>2004-10-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T09:22:07.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dis for yall out der.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Torpe" is one of those Filipino cultural words. Its English equivalent, timid, does not fully capture its real meaning. But then again, neither does its local popular meaning. To most Filipinos, it simply means being shy with the opposite sex. Yet it is something more than that. In order to fully comprehend the term, let us observe a typical torpe and how he goes about his love life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While most people fall head over heels for voluptous women, our torpe does not. The usual subject of his affections is someone who is, as childish as it may sound, nice. Our torpe easily falls for a lady who is amiable, congenial, and smiles a lot (it would seem that he looks more for personality rather than for physical beauty). He doesn't go after a lady just so that he can have someone to brag to his friends out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rather, he likes someone whom he could talk with, share some thoughts with, walk under the stars with. But neither the talk nor the walk really ever happens, for how can he talk to someone whom he shies away from?&lt;br /&gt;Being a torpe, he does not have enough courage to talk, or do any form of interaction, with his crush. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He sweats at the mere thought of saying something to her. He runs (yes, this does happen) whenever he sees her coming and hides in some desolate room (torpes have sharp eyes and can easily spot their crush from miles away). And when he has no place to run or hide, our torpe simply passes her by and pretends that he did not see her, from fear that he may have to say anything to her. The most that he ever does is to take an occasional glimpse at her. And should his crush just happen to look at him too as he glances at her, a thousand stampeding horses rush about in his chest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happens if, by some freak of nature, our torpe is forced into a situation in which he has to talk to his crush? He usually just stands there and gathers dust, waiting and hoping that it is she who shall initiate a conversation. And if she does not do anything to start they end up saying "hi" and "hello" to each other 10 times over. But usaully, after the third "hi" and fifth "hello," the lady says that she has to go somewhere and leaves. Our torpe then blames himself for fouling up what seemed to be the chance of a lifetime for him. Don't get him wrong, it is not that he does not want to speak with her. In fact it's quite the opposite, he zealously wants to talk with her. He does anythign he can to get a chance to converse with his crush. He follows her home, to the library, to her classes, to the mall, to the church, eagerly waiting for her to notice and approach him. He would approach if he could, but the nearer she becomes the more his tongue swells. And when she is within talking distance, zoom! He runs away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, how does our torpe court his crush? Through letters. What he cannot say personally he says with pen and paper. At first, he sends a thank you note for some trivial thing, or a birthday card, or a christmas card, or a bar mitzvah card (torpes sometimes employ the most outrageous of excuses). If she sends him a note in return, he then sends her a letter. This time, the letter is a narrative on how his day went, but he ends it with a question on how her day went or on how she is. He hopes that she'll write back, but, almost always, she never does. Yet our torpe still writes to her, and writes, and writes, and writes, until she is literally flooded with letters. As time progresses, these letters start to contain declarations of love toward her. As I said, what he cannot say personally he says with pen and paper. This of course does not mean that he loves her any less than a normal person would. It's just that he's too afraid to tell her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the end, his crush distances herself from him, evades him. She is afraid that our torpe will think that she likes him too. But he'll never think this way. He knows that she wonâ€™t fall for him; for who could like someone who's too afraid to talk, too scared to speak to the most important person in his life, too frightened to say the wrong thing to the lady whom he loves above all else. I should know-I'm a torpe too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109870841525896656?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109870841525896656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109870841525896656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/10/torpe.html' title='torpe'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109843728008756302</id><published>2004-10-22T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T20:59:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno why i'm under a lot of pressure at such a young age. oo pinagalitan na naman ako kanina ng parents coz "hindi daw namin inaasikaso" yung business thing namin. duhhhh???? wala nga siya dito e. hindi nya alam what im going through. hindi lang naman ung business thing namin ung hinahandle ko noh. pati ung grocery din namin ako ung naghahandle. ung money circulation ako naghahandle. every night i receive all the calls for the reports. nirerecord ko. ginawan ko pa sa excel. ewan tas now he says na "imbes na manood kayo ng tv" ganito ganito, asikasuhin mo to. blah blah.read this slowly. pu...tang.. ina. ok? i dont watch tv anymore! fucker. di ko nga alam ung mga bagong shows ampuda naman o. whats queer eye for the straight guy! i have school. im supposed to go playing in the fields kung meron mang ganun. im not supposed to be exposed in these types of shitty things. you really wouldn't know how much i'm revolting. patong-patong na tlaga. everything's going wrong now. i dunno why. shet! im not only depressed but mad. my life's in the wrong direction right now. totally. pagkagising ko pa lang, stress na agad. doy ganito, doy ganyan. kailangan ganito kailangan ganyan. naknang, alam ko dati kailangan matulog ng matagal para lumaki ah, bakit ngayon pilit nako ginigising ampuda naman o. gotta go, hafta to go to alabang metropolis to give sumthng fucking up. i dont even know where the place is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109843728008756302?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109843728008756302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109843728008756302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dunno-why-im-under-lot-of-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109829003492732902</id><published>2004-10-21T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T00:36:21.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answers</title><content type='html'>il include only the verses that i find okay. il not paste the whole lyrics since minsan nakakatamad talaga basahin yung mga lyrics(as what i experience when im blog-hopping). but this song's really nice. try reading the lyrics, it's really good. ewan. or i find it nice coz i relate? i dunno, ganun kasi lagi e. u find a song or a movie nice when u can relate. basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NELLY (f/ Tim McGraw) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over And Over &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause its all in my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can't keep picturing you with him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it hurts so bad, yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can't take it yeah I can't shake it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait to see you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want to see if you still got that look in your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That one you had for me before we said our goodbyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's a shame that we got to spend our time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being mad about the same things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About the same things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I think she's leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ooh man she's leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what else to do(I Can't go on not loving you)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember the day you left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember the last breath you took right in front of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you said that u would leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was too damn stubborn to try to stop you or say anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I see clearly now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this choice I made keep playing in my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think she's leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ooh man she's leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what else to do(I Can't go on not loving you)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y? y? y? y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109829003492732902?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109829003492732902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109829003492732902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/10/answers.html' title='answers'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109785080069102589</id><published>2004-10-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:33:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ebede ebede ebede</title><content type='html'>hmm.. mali ung nadownload ko na song na suntok sa buwan. ely buendia ung nadownload ko instead na session road na kumanta. hmm.. ok lang. maganda naman ung song ok lang.. oi maganda ung love ko to na song ni jasmine trias! ayos! haha. bakit kasi alang tickets na binebenta sa concert nya! deh ok lang kahit naman may binebenta di din ako bibili. haha labo. basta ganda niya promise. haha simple. ganda ng voice na cute! haha. PAPABLE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana lang maganda kalabasan ng tomorrow. feeling ko kasi baka olats ako tomorrow. hehhe. basta! laklak! haha. the words..... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis! kumain pala daw sa mang jimmys and forreners (4N). bakit alang nagsasabi naman o! basta! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lang kwentang entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109785080069102589?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109785080069102589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109785080069102589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/10/ebede-ebede-ebede.html' title='ebede ebede ebede'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109749459196108625</id><published>2004-10-11T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:36:31.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just once..</title><content type='html'>la shang connection sa song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta. isa na lang kasi exam ko. fil! just one more... then it's over. sem break's gonna start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really have no idea wat do do this sem break. ayoko naman ng pahinga lagi. well i've been hearing about a lot of gimiks pero i have my doubts kung matutuloy. specifically ung sa n boys. kaya asikasuhin na natin gayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, since di ko lagi makausap ng matino si momy(ikaw) hehe, dito ko sabihin. UBUSIN NA NATIN GIN NATIN HOY! sobrang ala na sigurong tama yun dudes. ubusin na natin before you go. hehe. lasingin kita. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama na filipino! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa na lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta. live na nga ako. tapos nako aral e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109749459196108625?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109749459196108625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109749459196108625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-once.html' title='just once..'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109732036071322008</id><published>2004-10-09T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:12:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aarrrrrrrr... </title><content type='html'>i feel the urge to write something. but i don't know what. i wanna write sommethng down but i can't. i'm going paranoid. shet. im killing myself man. i badly need a breakkk.. m so paking pissed off  right now. i was supposed to do sumtng now hanggang later but my beloved brother was there to mess the wholing paking ting up. im so stressed at something i must not be stressed at. ambigat ng ulo kooo.. neeeeed more alcohol..ssshet im prikkin killin myself... ah basta.. il be online all night assholes nd biatches. making up on lost time. havent YMed for 3 nights. demmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhhheet the music's so appropriate but i dont want to be all senti tengnehh kya rather nt say the titulo.. neeeed to go out on a saturdday night.. ahhhh? exams? wat exams??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prikken shitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabog babay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait after reading wat i just wrote im actually not only pissseedd with my bro but also my sis narin. haha. tsk. y? y? yy?Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109732036071322008?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109732036071322008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109732036071322008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/10/aarrrrrrrr.html' title='aarrrrrrrr... '/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109688796773809060</id><published>2004-10-04T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T22:37:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>im confuseddd... and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109688796773809060?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109688796773809060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109688796773809060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_04.html' title='???'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109680298851382081</id><published>2004-10-03T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T19:29:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ima sick doy</title><content type='html'>i was prikkkkkin sick da whole day. da hell. i slept all day nlang. though may 2nd draft pa na due tom. tas i have to do the handouts for botany. and i'm i'm assigned to do my fil. groups ppoint presentation. oh btw, tinry ko gawin flash. aliw. i think gawin ko nalang flash presentation namin if i have the time. aliw eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seryoso di pako kumakain ng "normal" meal. no rice. i think this all started nung friday. sobrang kulang kasi ako tulog. mga 3 hours lang. and im actually used to mga 8 hours. tas late pako natulog ulit. tas aga gising ulit. tas ayun na. seryoso i was so dizzy kanina tsaka yesterday... rarrrr.. basta.. english paper ulit ngayon. hindi na ganun ka strussle. kaya na to. konting revisions nalang. nagkakasense na paper ko. wehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so sad! everyone's so busy... hehe. i can't believe i haven't played PS2 in about a month na.. nung summer lang i used to play 24/7. and di na tlga ako nakakanood ng tv. seryoso mga tao. tas i jst found out recently na may commercial pala dito si jasmine trias. shet. tas i watched queer eye for thee first time lang yesterday. pero tlga, pwde nako mabuhay ng alang tv. last time ako manood ng tv was nung kay JILAD. ung sa solar sports sa umaga. aerobics. NYAHAHAHA. nagbibihis kasi ako nun, tas nagsscroll ng channels. tas nakita ko. aliw. hahahaha. naaliw lng ako ah, it's not a routine thing. wahahha palusot pa e. deh, pero seryoso un. nakita ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats new pa ba. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ala na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109680298851382081?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109680298851382081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109680298851382081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/10/ima-sick-doy.html' title='ima sick doy'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109664710706216135</id><published>2004-10-02T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T00:11:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pheww</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to write something down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tungkol sana sa pag-end ng hell week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaso inaantok  na ulit ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, natapos ko pala research paper ko in  one night. 3 pages single-spaced. tapos compressed pa un ah! yes i'm so proud sa sarili ko. hehe. though nonsense talaga sinulat ko. mataas parin nakuha ko from peer evaluation! at least medyo nag pay off ung 6pm-3am work ko dun wehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u blame me kung sobrang antok ako now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109664710706216135?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109664710706216135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109664710706216135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/10/pheww.html' title='pheww'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109653731301131385</id><published>2004-09-30T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:41:53.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love it</title><content type='html'>I like this song! yeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiger Lily by Matchbook Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we drive tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and you are by my side.&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about our lives,&lt;br /&gt;like we've known each other forever.&lt;br /&gt;the time flies by,&lt;br /&gt;with the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;its close to paradise,&lt;br /&gt;with the end surely near.&lt;br /&gt;and if i could only stop the car&lt;br /&gt;and hold onto you,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go...&lt;br /&gt;i'll never let go.&lt;br /&gt;as we round the corner&lt;br /&gt;to your house&lt;br /&gt;you turned to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be going through withdrawl of you for this one night we have spent."&lt;br /&gt;and, i want to speak these words&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll just bite my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;and accept "someday, somehow"&lt;br /&gt;as the words that we'll hang from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i... don't want to speak these words.&lt;br /&gt;cause i, don't want to make things anyworse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why does tonite, have to end?&lt;br /&gt;why don't we hit restart,&lt;br /&gt;and pause it at our favorite parts.&lt;br /&gt;we'll skip the goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;if i had it my way,&lt;br /&gt;i'd turn the car around and runaway,&lt;br /&gt;just you and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i... don't want to speak these words.&lt;br /&gt;cause i, don't want to make things anyworse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to work. i will survive! matatapos ko ung research paper! i can feel it! yeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently feeling optimistic! wehhe! line of the week. from the movie, the new kid yata, "WHO'SS THE BITTCHHHHH NOOOOW??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long suckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109653731301131385?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109653731301131385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109653731301131385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-it.html' title='i love it'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109646853177710557</id><published>2004-09-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:35:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>ito lang pwede ko isulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la ako maisip e. next time na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para lang may bago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next 2 weeks promise araw araw ako magsusulat hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed parin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109646853177710557?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109646853177710557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109646853177710557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/work-work-work.html' title='work work work'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109594798599018208</id><published>2004-09-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:59:45.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inaantok nako.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick entry muna. mukhang sad na blog ko eh. its over. hell days are over. pheww.......... kanina, it was ok. received botany and math lt scores. it was ok naman. all i have to worry right now is the research paper. it's due on oct. 1 na!! i can feel another hell week coming up. basta! take one daY at a time! lapit na sem breakkkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are really drooping na... ahhhh.. english!! hassle! but nakastart nako by the way! ok nga eh coz i've already gathered a lot of good information already. the hard part is when isusulat na siya at icocollate mo na ung data to prove your point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of projects lined up! botany lab proj! botany lec proj! fil proj! tas saturday and sunday im goin to school pa to do more research!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahala na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyones leaving on october!!! arrrrgh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il sleep na peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109594798599018208?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109594798599018208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109594798599018208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/inaantok-nako.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109568897895867598</id><published>2004-09-20T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:02:58.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zZzZzzz....</title><content type='html'>just a quick one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo sleepy and 1000 palang.. can't and must not sleep! botany long test tom! lit paper due on wednesday! english feature article due on wednesday! eng hw due tom! PE tournament tom! gotta get sumthng sa may tapa king tom! (i forgot na naman na kuhanin! friday pa dapat un!) haven't started reading for my research paper!! fil long test on wednesday!! botany lab bukas!! wala nang mas hehectic sa next 2 days ko... .lord help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early pako tom! ahh.. bahala na diyos tlaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though masaya pa rin kanina! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109568897895867598?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109568897895867598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109568897895867598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/zzzzzzz.html' title='zZzZzzz....'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109551803445887347</id><published>2004-09-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T22:33:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DjOY to the WORLD.. wheehehhe</title><content type='html'>4 papers due this week. lahat para sa english lang. shet. haven't started yet on my research paper. but i do have sources na. nakakatamad lang talaga simulan. so this week, first priority lagi yun. i'll try to use my free time sa library. (shet, sana magkatotoo). i think i have less than a month para matapos yung research paper. di na talaga gumagana cram style nung high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky's beautiful tonight. kaya kong tumingin lang sa taas for hours. i'm really interested in astronomy kasi. tas hinahanap ko lagi north star, orions belt, tas kung venus kita. tas pwede rin ung big dipper kaso ang laki ng big dipper kaya hirap i-trace sa sky eh. aliw kaya. kapag sobrang gabi na tas nasa medyo senti mode ka. hehehe. sorry medyo hopeless romantic ako e. heeeheeeheee. basta! stars parin! wehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shet! can't wait till friday! bday party celeb ng friend ko! its been a long time.. haha.. paghahandaan ko na to 'ding.. di nako malalasing. nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe 1030 palang. inaantok nako sobra. sunday na naman bukas! arrrgh. intact na naman on monday! noooooooo! STRUSSLE na intact yan o! (struggle + hassle = strussle.) thanx to mr. poyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109551803445887347?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109551803445887347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109551803445887347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/djoy-to-world-wheehehhe.html' title='DjOY to the WORLD.. wheehehhe'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109550594120199209</id><published>2004-09-18T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T19:12:21.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang entry. maya ung seryoso</title><content type='html'>i really have an urge to write something down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOWERED NAKO!!! nyahhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bahay lang ako buong night. ok lang since parents naman gumastos pag lower e. kaya house muna, nakakahiya sa kanila e.. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kain muna ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its either, YM all night, or Need for speed all night (both the game, and the real thing) nyahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah and btw, I LOST SA BET! demmit! mananalo ako next tym! happy? hehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kain nako. yum yum. nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109550594120199209?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109550594120199209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109550594120199209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/wala-lang-entry-maya-ung-seryoso.html' title='wala lang entry. maya ung seryoso'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109534536483402333</id><published>2004-09-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:40:34.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doodidoodidoo, am i in or out - continuation</title><content type='html'>can't think of anything that i can write down. uhm, ewan? we had our math long test kanina. ok naman. boring ng sinusulat ko noh? eh ano ba? ano ba gusto mo? hehehe. naglalaro ako ngayon need for speed underground. sobrang obsessed nako sa cars thanks to my blockmate, francis. bukas, baka ipa pimp my ride ko kotse. wehehe. gian, lower na rin natin ung van mo. ehehehee... uhh, friday ulit bukas. uhh, tinatamad ako magsulat ngayon. ang labo ng english blockmates ko!!!!!! ano ba talaga tuloy ba o hindi ang gimik? labo nyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="84" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/tryst_04/avatar1.gif" width="111" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehhehehe. MAHAL KO KAYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109534536483402333?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109534536483402333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109534536483402333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/doodidoodidoo-am-i-in-or-out.html' title='doodidoodidoo, am i in or out - continuation'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109508798951610824</id><published>2004-09-13T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:08:08.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post of the moment</title><content type='html'>this is the entry i promised na dapat kahapon. so, people. announcement, english free cut on friday! departmental daw! so lahat daw free cut, lit and eng. yeyyy! hehe. that means one lang class ko on friday! yey! 1130-1230 tas ala na. tas eng block gimik daw. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what exciting thing happened today? hmm.. wala.. i got a very very very low score sa lit quiz.... talk about rude awakening. ayun na un. grabe. don't even ask what my score is sa quiz na over 25. it's all over. haha. deh, pero seryoso, seryoso nako... haha. bawas pusoy dos muna ko sa school. more time sa library muna. less time lamenting over botany. more time reading! arrgh. kelangan eh. tas i have to be more active sa meco org!! ayoko matanggal! nagkakadilemma nako, should i go for ES next sem or Physics? kasi sabi ng iba kong friends na sobrang hassle ang ES. Though it is an easy subject, it still is time-consuming, and nowadays, time talaga is of the essence. o kung sabihin nga ng kabarokan ni gian, time is of the elements. hehehe. Tas going back to the subject, kung Physics naman daw, ok lang. i've been hearing a lot of good feedback. hmm... alin kaya? kung hindi ako maka-decide, mag zoo-zoology nalang ako. anak ng losur tlga o. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tomorrow. i'm really looking forward to the ateneo-lasalle game. it's so much more exciting kung may bet talaga! ahahahha! im HUNGGGGGGGRY for MONEEEEYYY!! gimme moneeeyy!! hahaha. i have my fingers crossed talga. a lot of people are expecting the green archers to win, so i went with the underdogs. malay mo diba? it's always a good gamble kapag underdogs kasi if you lose ok lang kasi u KINDA expect it, but if you win, eh di ok. BONUS! hahaha. kaya, sorry na lang kung talo ka (hehehehe peace ;p). BUT...... i'm gonna be REEAAAAL sorry kung matalo ako sa bet! feeling ko hindi ako titigilan sa pang-aasar kung matalo ako... arrrgh... AY..... DERS DA RAB. galing ng barok mo gian. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* music of the moment - Tiger Lily - Matchbook Romance (nice song :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* book of the moment - my notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* story of the moment - free cut on friday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* sabaw line of the moment - "i don't think i'm a lot dumber than you think that i thought i was" - Dodgeball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* joke of the day of the moment (hehehe) - chris- "....so there was a paradigm shift.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gino - (aside) "ano yun, lam ko lang kasi ung SPACESHIFT..." wahahhahaha! ampuja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* drink of the moment - Lactose-free Milk (hehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* soap opera of the moment - It Might Be You (nadaanan ko lang) hhehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* thought of the moment - "sino ung pwede kong ilagay na person of the moment?...." hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* person of the moment - ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* movie na gusto kong panoorin of the moment - The Notebook!!!!!! lets watch!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* time of the moment (nyeh?) - 11:05PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. next tym na ulit&lt;br /&gt;peace out peeps hommezz, essessssss, biatches and bitches, negroes and nigrettes, tigrettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109508798951610824?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109508798951610824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109508798951610824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-of-moment.html' title='post of the moment'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109498087852583013</id><published>2004-09-12T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T17:32:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is really a good song. i've heard it a long time ago, but i couldn't download it sa net since mahirap nga hanapin. luckily kanina, someone searched for it tas nakita ko, then ayun, i finally got to download it. it's a song written and sung by jimmy bondoc entitled akin na lang sana siya. since ala akong mahanap na lyrics sa net. i decided na ako nalang magsulat. so, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimmy Bondoc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Akin na Lang Sana Siya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;Pare naman pakiusap ko lang&lt;br /&gt;akin na lang siya&lt;br /&gt;marami ka namang iba&lt;br /&gt;ibalato mo nalang sana&lt;br /&gt;pare naman kung pwede lang&lt;br /&gt;wag ka nang pumorma&lt;br /&gt;baka sayo na naman mapunta (hayop ka)&lt;br /&gt;eh iiwanan mo lang diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Akin na lang sana siya&lt;br /&gt;marami ka pa namang iba&lt;br /&gt;nasayo na ang buong langit&lt;br /&gt;akin na tong isang bituing maliit&lt;br /&gt;sakin kasi siya ay buwan&lt;br /&gt;liwanag ng langit ko&lt;br /&gt;magpakailanpaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;Pare naman request ko lang&lt;br /&gt;wag ka nang manukso (madami kang minuto)&lt;br /&gt;baka ang puso niya'y mapalukso (paaasahin mo)&lt;br /&gt;wala ka bang sinasanto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Akin na lang sana siya&lt;br /&gt;marami ka pa namang iba&lt;br /&gt;nasayo na ang buong langit&lt;br /&gt;akin na tong isang bituing maliit&lt;br /&gt;sakin kasi siya ay buwan&lt;br /&gt;liwanag ng langit ko&lt;br /&gt;magpakailanpaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Mahal ko na yata siya&lt;br /&gt;kung manliligaw ka, totohanin mo na&lt;br /&gt;kung ikaw na naman ang magwagi&lt;br /&gt;ipagdarasal ko nalang iyon palagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Akin na lang sana siya&lt;br /&gt;marami ka pa namang iba&lt;br /&gt;nasayo na ang buong langit&lt;br /&gt;akin na tong isang bituing maliit&lt;br /&gt;sakin kasi siya ay buwan&lt;br /&gt;liwanag ng langit ko&lt;br /&gt;magpakailanpaman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually masmaganda ung live version niya nito. pero maganda rin naman yung orig. I'll make another entry maya, have to go to mass muna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109498087852583013?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109498087852583013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109498087852583013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-really-good-song.html' title=''/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109482834082403739</id><published>2004-09-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:59:00.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i in or out?</title><content type='html'>so.. we didn't actually go to the mccoustic thing i was promoting yesterday. we instead decided to watch dodgeball sa eastwood. ok! haha. nakakatawa, as usual, si ben stiller. isa sa mga killer quotes nya ay "i know you know that i know..".. haha.. wait wait.. rewind muna... HUH?! da hell?! haha. basta panoorin nyo nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so much for plans. haha. we actually agreed on the mccoustic thing last week pa pero ngayon ndi natuloy. ala nakong pera!!! hahaha. i still have to figure out a way to get to school tom. ng hindi gumagastos! arrgh! haha. ay, pero sayang din pala mccoustic kanina. kasi bands who performed included sugarfree, spongecola, imago and many others na kilala. hmm, i think it was also a good thing we dint go there kasi malamang maraming tao dun. 5 sikat ba naman na bands tapos sa mcdo katipunan. pano magkakasya mga tao dun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kaninang umaga sinamahan ko muna blockmate ko sa car shop. i decided na samahan ko siya since 230 pa naman first class ko. hehehe. free cut kasi fil ko. so ayun, ayos! di na muna ako kakain for one month! haha! ipapambili ko ng auto parts yung baon ko! haha! lam na! tas un basta! daming good things nangyari ngayon! thank you lord! haha. shet bukas ulit filipino project! ok lang yun at least i'd have a reason para makalabas tom! yess.. pero di ko lam wurrrr pa ko punta! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lossurrrrrrr signing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na-LSS lang ako sa kanta kaya yan yung title!&lt;br /&gt;"mahal ko kayo..."&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109482834082403739?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109482834082403739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109482834082403739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/am-i-in-or-out.html' title='am i in or out?'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109473489623178907</id><published>2004-09-09T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:01:36.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mis-mis-mis-mis-mis..takes (remix) </title><content type='html'>it's so frustrating when you repeat the same mistakes over and over again. why? nagkamali na naman ako e. just when i thought that i got it all figured out and i won't repeat the mistake again. yan na naman. nagkamali na naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk to this person badly before another friendship goes down the drain. tsk. i really wish we had the transparency to talk openly to each other. mahirap tong naghuhulaan nalang e. i feel so dumb when i see this person im referring to. i know i could've known so much more of this person. interesting. and now though it may not be entirely my fault, i think i may have wasted that opportunity to really get to know that person. let's see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now gawin ko muna fil. ko. and to those people na gusto kaming samahan! mccoustic tom. sa mcdo! haha. samahan nyo kami! lalo na N boys! tas pwede ba bsket saturday? tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109473489623178907?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109473489623178907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109473489623178907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/mis-mis-mis-mis-mistakes-remix.html' title='mis-mis-mis-mis-mis..takes (remix) '/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109456939439950405</id><published>2004-09-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:04:39.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bahala na DIYOS</title><content type='html'>i feel bad not being of any help to a friend who is in the midst of a crisis. dasal na lang ako sa yo Lord! basta ikaw lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsaka para kay martin, hindi na kita aasarin. i feel you brother, i feel you. haha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109456939439950405?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109456939439950405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109456939439950405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/bahala-na-diyos.html' title='bahala na DIYOS'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109446987181573985</id><published>2004-09-06T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T20:00:55.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the concept of duality</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS:&lt;/strong&gt; Nalaman ko na makukuha ko car ko today.. (finally!! phewww...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;Just when I thought na hindi na ako sisingilin ng binangga ko, bigla siyang nagtext while i was all excited about getting my car. He sent me the estimate of the damage sa ISUZU TROOPER niya. and guess what? 28 thou lang pinapabayad niya sakin. STRESS.... pero my mabait na kuya's going to talk to him later bout that. my bro and many other people said na masyado daw malaki kahit maliit lang ung bangga ko sa kanya. ala kasi siyang insurance. all the same, STRESSSSS parin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;Lalabas ako on Sep. 24 dahil b-day ng kaibigan ko! labya! promise mag-lalasing ako para sayo! hehehe. di ako magdadala oto para lam na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;B-day din ng ate ko on Sep. 24... so split decision.... hehehe. friday naman kasi un 24 kaya alam kong di naman kami nag-bbday celebration kapag fridays eh kaya malamang saturday.. (sana lord sa saturday nalang! ehehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;Oi ano!? tuloy ba McCoustic natin gino?! haha.. sulit un!*** hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;Baka hindi ako payagan dahil sa laki ng kailangan kong bayaran! pero umaasa ako! tsaka mukha namang hindi siya galit...... for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Inclusive of Cheeseburger Meal. nyahaha. san ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;Moved ung paper namin for fil from wednesday to friday!!!! yess buti nalang di ko sinimulan kagabi. phew! hehehe. cramming is still the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;Kahit gusto kong simulan kagabi, di ko lam kung pano simulan eh. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;Buti nalang nag-botany ako! hehhehehe. parang na-hahassle at nasstress lahat ng kilala kong E.S. (Environmental Science) eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;Mag-isa pa rin ako sa Botany. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS:&lt;/strong&gt; May new words nakong alam thanks to some english blockmates!! Debaters kasi! hahaha.. These words are: Acronious, Gallivant, Unequivocated, Belligerent(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD NEWS: &lt;/strong&gt;Di ko lam what they mean!!!! arrrrrrrghh.... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya lang ako nag-sulat ngayon to take my mind off some things. by the way, scratch the 6/10 week i gave. given some things i wouldn't want to talk about that happened and i've learned yesterday, make it a 2/10. (and mabait pako nyan now). it was the worst, tiring, stressful, hassle, unlucky week na ginawa ni lord para sakin. nevertheless, it still helped me become who i am today. naks. guys, some words of wisDOYm. hehehe. pucha pa happy-go-lucky na muna ako ha! haha. i'm carrying on incognito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GINO: Faradoy's Paradox of Payatas! hahahaha! ganda ng title ko ng feature article noh?! hahahah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&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/7581909-109446987181573985?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109446987181573985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109446987181573985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/concept-of-duality.html' title='the concept of duality'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109429736130092542</id><published>2004-09-04T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:29:21.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to reflect</title><content type='html'>yey! tapos ko na the notebook! pwede ko na panoorin! and of course may memorable quote lagi! so ito un nakita ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait i'm trying to find it...... shet! di ko mahanap sa book. anyway, marami naman eh kaya wag na lang. pero yung ginawa ko ngayon, sinearch ko sa yahoo ung mga memorable quotes from the movie since di ko pa napapanood. to my surprise, ibang-iba ung mga quotes na nasa movie. iba talaga ung pag-portray sa main character. sa book sobrang bait nya sa babae, tas nun nakita ko un mga quotes sa movie, parang naging contrabida. hmmm... mukhang ayoko na panoorin cuz i think mauupset lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta basahin nyo na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this week i'd have to rate mga 6/10. oh well. asa nalang na maganda week next week. 2 papers due next week! malapit na ulit hell week. hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basahin nyo to kung hindi kayo tinatamad. this was sent to me a long time ago by a friend, and ngayon ko lang naisipan na ipost. haven't actually read it until now, because i myself need to understand some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ang Puno't Dulo ng Pag-ibig&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakakatawa talaga ang love. Isa siyang napakalaking oxymoron. Lahat ng pwede mong masabi sa kanya, baliktarin mo at totoo pa rin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang labo diba? Pero ang linaw. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masaya magmahal. Malungkot magmahal. Di mo naiintindihan pero naiintindihan mo. Walang rason. Maraming rason. Di mo na kaya, pero kaya mo pa rin. Masakit magmahal. Pero okey lang. Leche, ano ba talaga?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May kaibigan ako, sabi niya dati "Love is only for stupid people." Nakakatawa kasi laude ang standing niya, pero dumating ang panahon, na-in-love din ang hunghang. At ayun, tanga na siya ngayon. Lahat kasi ng nahahawakan ng love nagiging oxymoron din. O kaya paminsan, nagiging moron lang. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi lang kasi basta baliktaran ang pag-ibig. Lahat ng bagay nababaligtad din niya. Lahat ng malalakas na tao, humihina. Ang mayayabang, nagpapakumbaba. Ang mga walang pakialam, nagiging Mother Teresa. Ang mga henyo, nauubusan ng sagot. Ang malulungkot, sumasaya. Ang matitigas, lumalambot. (At tumitigas din ang mga bagay na madalas nama'y malambot.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya sa mga taong ayaw na talaga magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang ang magic words na "Ayoko na ma-inlove!" biglang WACHA! Ayan na siya. Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di ba nakakatawa rin na pagdating sa problema ng ibang tao, ang galing galing mo? Pero 'pag problema mo na yung pinag-uusapan parang nawawalan ng saysay lahat ng ipinayo mo dun sa namomroblemang tao? Naiisip mong wala namang mali dun sa mga sinabi mo. Pero bakit parang wala ring tama? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bali-baliktad din ang nasasabi ng mga taong tinamaan ng madugong pana ng pag-ibig. "Ngayon ko lang nalaman ganito pala. Sabi ko na eh!" "Ang sarap mabuhay. Pwede na 'ko mamatay. Now na!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At hindi lang 'yon. Ang sarap din pagtawanan ng mga taong alam naman nilang masasaktan lang sila eh magpapatihulog pa rin sa bangin ng pag-ibig. Tapos 'pag luray-luray na yung puso nila, siyempre hindi sila yung may kasalanan. Siya! "Bakit niya 'ko sinaktan?" May kasama pang pagsuntok sa pader yon, at pagbabagsak ng pinto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hayop talaga. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mauubos ang buong magdamag ko kakasabi ng mga bagay na nakakatawa 'pag pag-ibig na ang pinag-usapan. Ang daming beses ko na kasi siya nakasalubong kaya masasabi ko nang eksperto na 'ko. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero wala pa rin akong alam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero ang pinakanakakatawa sa lahat ay ang katotohanang kapag gusto magpatawa ng pag-ibig, ipusta na mo na lahat ng ari-arian mo dahil siguradong ikaw ang punchline. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakakatawa no? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakakaiyak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oo na.. madrama nako kung madrama. i know i'll hate myself after posting this entry. actually, the one before this, sobrang naiirita ako sa sinulat ko. parang bading na ewan e. haha. basta. peace out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109429736130092542?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109429736130092542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109429736130092542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/09/time-to-reflect.html' title='time to reflect'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109395567977922618</id><published>2004-08-31T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:40:43.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUG. 31 UPDATES!!!</title><content type='html'>hmm bakit ganun, kanina ang dami ko nang naiisip na masulat dito e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. ngayon.. medyo ok na day siguro to. ang dami ko na palang na-miss na bagay. i miss the days na araw araw ako nagcocommute from ateneo to pque. kasi kanina, commute ako pauwi diba. nakakamiss pala. ehehe. ah ito! kasi mga 430 ako umalis ng school, dumating ako house mga 730. pero before that since sa SM ako bumababa then tricycle hanggang house, bumili muna ako food kasi gutom nako. sa tamang-tama diba, pizza hut agad nung pagpasok ko tas sakto nagbebenta sila per slice. nun nakita ko per slice costs 32 so ok na diba. akala ko isa lang ibibigay sakin. BIGLANG!..... nakita ko nalang 2 na kinukuha niya at ABA!!! may kasama pang drink! all for 49 pesos! ampuda!! sankapa!? yan tlga ang sankapa moment!!! hahaha.. sa sm bicutan na lagi ako maglulunch ahahha. galeng. naaaliw ako.so tom.. ewan, sabay nalang sa blockmate.. tho 1130 pa class ko, i think il be there early, so.. papakaloser na lang muna ako.. tambay sa caf MAG-ISA... tambay sa lib MAG-ISA.. pwede din sigurong mag-YM dun sa computer lab..... MAG-ISA...... NAKNANG!? kulang nalang ata tambay ako smokers pocket garden kahit alang yosi e mag-isa e... haha.. deh, makakahanap din ako ng kasama! sana.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi for the first time ata hindi ako naaasar sa botany e!!! mataas lt score ko sa botany!!! yehey!!!! ang math medyo naiintindihan ko na ulit!!!! yey!!! shet english nalang problema!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiration kasi! hahahaha. kaso may ibang inspiration ata yung inspiration ko e..... awwwwwwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to look forward to this weekend!!! waaaaah... sige.. next time na lang ulit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109395567977922618?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109395567977922618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109395567977922618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/08/aug-31-updates.html' title='AUG. 31 UPDATES!!!'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109375360457363614</id><published>2004-08-29T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T12:26:44.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hindi masarap maBENGGA</title><content type='html'>bengga wherein en is pronounced (&lt;em&gt;an) &lt;/em&gt;parang french. oo. hindi masarap mabengga. nakakadepress talaga. ano gian? masaya ka na? solid dude pare. fucking u-turn slots kasi ng MMDA na olats tlaga. naknang pud tlga.... olats!!!!!!! la akong car the whole week!!!! arrrrghh.. HASSLEEEE!! just when i thought na ang saya na ng weekend na to both saturday and friday, shieeeeet. tama na nga to!!1 naoolats tlga ako na ewan. ah basta medyo masaya parin.. il just think na it could have been worse.. well buti nalang. still lucky. oo masaya nung friday and saturday and u know why! (hehehe, yes, you!) sige guys, magmumukmok muna ako dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109375360457363614?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109375360457363614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109375360457363614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/08/hindi-masarap-mabengga.html' title='hindi masarap maBENGGA'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109352404473519371</id><published>2004-08-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T20:42:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing exciting</title><content type='html'>so...no classes ulit ngayon. there's really a distinct feeling kapag high-schooler ka tas suspended than college student tas suspended. parang pag college na kasi, hindi mo na ineexpect na classes would get suspended. parang, suspended? ah ok, yes. i dunno, kasi my classes start late so wala rin e. the important thing kasi pag suspended classes is you get to sleep more. eh since late naman ako, late din ako gumigising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ano ba ginawa ko ngayon? hmm, nagbasa ng breaking the da vinci code. nag-aral ako for english. internet. ym. can't go out eh. raining so hard. miss ko na katipunan haha. pero ok lang, at least alang gastos hehe. i was really so bored kanina. i was thinking of downloading some mp3's kaso i have none in mind eh. parang lahat na ata ng mp3's nadownload ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect more rain people. another super typhoon is nearing the philippines. i guess that means you can hope for suspended classes within the 2 weeks or so. tsk... i miss ateneo na! haha.. i think this is the first time i hate classes being suspended. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you look at her as she looks at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's got me thinkin about her constantly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she don't know how I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as she carries on without a doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if she's figured out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm crazy for this girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Evan and Jarron - Crazy for this Girl&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/7581909-109352404473519371?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109352404473519371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109352404473519371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/08/nothing-exciting.html' title='nothing exciting'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581909.post-109343792985857537</id><published>2004-08-25T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:45:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>innocent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="innocent kiss" src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034277680_oninnocent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innocent kiss - you're cute and sweet and like it&lt;br /&gt;that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581909-109343792985857537?l=tryster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109343792985857537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581909/posts/default/109343792985857537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryster.blogspot.com/2004/08/innocent.html' title='innocent?'/><author><name>tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041710704211320405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
