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- Sat, 22:57: moving to a new apartment. workout na 'to. bigat ng kama eh.
- Sat, 23:25: @carlodlopez lapit na ni ben sherman. lol.
- Sat, 23:31: @carlodlopez hinde! Ven-ee Saturno. lol. ang layo!
- Sat, 23:33: @ ang alam ko ang kik mo ang maluwag eh. lol. jk. ym lang. bakit?
- Sat, 23:34: @carlodlopez ang alam ko ang kik mo ang maluwag eh. lol. jk. ym lang. bakit?
- Sat, 23:36: @carlodlopez @IvanAmbro yes! buhay ang troika!
- Sat, 23:38: @carlodlopez @IvanAmbro via kik? talo kami ni buddy sayo eh. lol.
- Sat, 23:41: @IvanAmbro @carlodlopez ayyyy sino yan haaa!
- Sat, 23:42: @carlodlopez @IvanAmbro parang di naman tayo ganito mag-usap sa totoong buhay. mas bastos tayo sa twitter. lol.
- Sun, 02:01: Bigat na bigat sa pinapasan.
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- Mon, 12:38: good night, jane.
- Mon, 20:39: RT @Textposts: Fake friends are like shadows, always near you at your brightest moments, but nowhere to be seen at your darkest hours.
- Mon, 20:41: i just realized that my mouth has not touched a single drop of alcohol since i moved here.
- Mon, 20:43: oh, and good morning, everyone.
- Tue, 03:06: is bundat because of the insanely delicious food at dimassi's mediterranean buffet.
- Tue, 06:27: kay ganda naman pala ng 'how do you know.'
Tags: twitter
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- Sat, 21:37: i hate shipley donuts. i can't stop eating 'em.
- Sat, 22:07: nakakamiss minsan yung sa labas lang may sumisigaw ng 'tahooo!' 'baluuut!' 'tinapaaa!' at ang aking paboritong 'dibidi! dibidi!'
- Sat, 22:08: ay bakit @fritzanne @saigonzales @athannoj @crazytakeshi ? mabaho ba P** ni jeff?
- Sat, 22:10: paa yun ha. @fritzanne @athannoj @crazytakeshi
- Sat, 22:14: ano nga ba raw ang amoy? @iamroielloso @saigonzales @fritzanne @crazytakeshi
- Sat, 22:18: ayan baka di nanaman kayo kausapin ni @jeffreig ng ilang buwan nyan. sige kayo. @iamroielloso @athannoj @fritzanne @crazytakeshi
- Sat, 22:51: lol nagalit nga? nubayan si jeff! baka ginugudtaym lang kayo RT @saigonzales @iamroielloso @athannoj @crazytakeshi - ayan! We ♥ u @jeffreig
- Sat, 23:48: 'how to train your dragon' is <3
- Sun, 00:42: RT @KCMontero: some people say 69 is gross, i think its a romantic dinner for two.
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my fridge is empty. is this the best way to lose weight?
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another question:
isn't the internet a great way to express oneself?
a few decades ago, when the computer was just the stuff of science fiction books, only famous commentators had a voice. we turned on our televisions and radios when we wanted information. but now, the computer is so accessible that even a small-town farmer from zambales who visits the internet shop to update the internet world about his travails with jhis blog is getting thousands of hits daily.
it's good that everyone can have a voice through blogging.
but since blogging is a form of communication, our thoughts are open for comments. although some may agree with what has been said, others may not agree with our points of view.
so why am i writing this?
i just want to point out that everyone has a right to speak up. and people should accept that.
if you are a blogger, you open writing to criticism. and you should be able to take it. if you get hurt by the negative comments you get about your commentary, realize that it's not an attack on your person (unless he or she says that you look like a rotten orange or something to that effect, or, if he or she is threatening to hurt you in any way--now that's serious) but a sharing of thoughts and ideas.
i get negative comments a lot. and i try to see their point. i think about what they have said, weigh things, accept if they are right or explain further...and finally move on. it's simple as that. no hurt feelings.
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for me the best bloggers are the ones that are so passionate about their thoughts. a few days ago, i shared thoughts with someone who was blazing about his views. and i immensely enjoyed our exchange.
on the other hand, when i come across a blog entry where one makes writes something and then washes his hand off his entry when people start to react, dismissing it like he actually doesn't care, i'm turned off.
and more often than not, i don't read his blog again.
of course this is just my point of view.
and... it's open for comments ;)
*****
i know a lot of people who are afraid to comment.
when a blog is something that could generate a lot of fiery reactions, many hold back and keep their thoughts to themselves.
ayos lang naman pag ganun.
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i don't know about you guys, buit when i listen to jose mari chan's 'let's stop and talk awhile' i get a sense of euphoria. i get transported to happier times --- my worry-free childhood.
jose mari chan is a good song writer.
but when 'beautiful girl' is playing, i get an image of the young gretchen barreto and her thunder thighs.
now why is that?
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another year added to my life. i am now officially 32 years old. at 31 i found a loving partner, a job that most people only dream about and a peace that i think one gets upon reaching a certain age. i am now in a point of my life that i don't need to prove or do anything to get recognized or loved. i have a family and a set of loyal friends to make me feel complete. and for the second time, they surprised me on my birthday. apparently, conrad stole the keys to my apartment and came rushing to the house in the afternoon while i was half naked and ready to hit the shower. lol. so to: ceciile era ate erlie harry neo conrad matt jonathan robert fritz and darwin... no lies, pretensions and promises not kept. i can be who i really am with all of you. you guys keep me sane. thanks for always being there :)   
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Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.
Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?
I'd like to ask them
whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an "excuse me" in a crowd
or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.
But I know their answer:
no, they don't remember.
They'd be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.
Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side. There were signs, signals:
but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago,
or last Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood.
There were doorknobs and bells
on which earlier
touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.
Every beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open. Love at First Sight by Wislawa Szymborska
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Last year, i asked for the following: 1. a dvd of peque gallaga and lore reyes' youth flick 'gangland.' 2. new gloves for working out. 3. clicker. 4. john legend's new cd. 5. mp3 player(yung cheap lang). The Gangland DVD, i got on sale six months later. My very good friend Al Yabres gave me the gloves. The clicker i got from Jeans. I don't have a copy of John Legend's CD until now. And a ghost from my past gave me an MP3 player. Not bad, huh? Now here's my wish list for this year:  1. A pair of 15 lb dumbells.  'Happier.' A book by Tal Ben-Shahar   3-4. DVDs of Mario O'Hara's 'Fatima Buen' and Maryo De Los Reyes' 'Magnifico'  5. A Sony Ericsson P1i  6. A CD of Sugarfree's 'Talaarawan'  7. Cute ankle socks  8. Boxer shorts. And...  9. A trip to Boracay 
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So it came to pass that after i got out of the gym, i decided to meet a couple of my closest friends for some grocery shopping and dinner. And since it was still early to call it a night, we decided to go to starbucks megamall for more chit chat.
Carrying heavy grocery bags, we took our seats inside. I went with my firend to order while another friend of ours stayed in her seat. The female barista was generally nice -- she even offered us a sample of their raspberry green tea frap.
Now for our starbucks experience:
A lady was waiting at the counter for her drink. And by the way she was talking to the guy preparing them, it seemed that they were kinda chummy with each other.
And then he called my friend's name. While we were talking, reaching for our drinks, the barista looked at me straight in the eye and said: Can i see your receipt?
Of course I knew that asking for the receipt is SOP. But, when i looked around, there weren't anyone else waiting for their coffee. In fact, aside from the lady that tha barista was friendly to, it was just us who fell in line to order. So what was the receipt check for?
The lady who waited with us heard everything. And since the whole place was quiet, i bet some other customers heard it too. There were three cups sitting on the counter. The lady already got hers. We were the only ones who entered the premises in the last 15 minutes. We were the only ones who ordered. Logically, the remaining cups were for us.
We felt humiliated.
And then it hit me that among all the fashion forward coffee drinkers inside starbucks, i was just wearing a plain shirt and basketball shorts. My female friends were also in very casual shirts and shorts. We didn't look like typical starbucks fashionistas. In short, we didn't look like we were capable of buying their overpriced coffee.
I headed back to our table, got the receipt and gave it to him. I really wanted to shove it in his face. But I just told him to check the receipt (na tinignan nya talaga ng maigi) while i grabbed our coffees.
I swear the next time I want coffee, i'm going to the 'friendlier and less high-brow' cafe across the street.
Tags: horror stories, lousy customer service, starbucks, starbucks experience
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Maybe some of you haven't read this. It's amazing, you will understand the above word by the end of the conversation... Read aloud for best results. "Tendjewberrymud" Be warned, you're going to find yourself talking "funny" for a while after reading this. The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the FarEast Economic Review... Room Service (RS): "Morny. Ruin sorbees" Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialled room-service" RS: "Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??" G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs" RS: "Ow July den?" G: "What??" RS: "Ow July den?...pry, boy, pooch? G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please." RS: "Ow July dee bayhcem...crease?" G: "Crisp will be fine." RS : "Hokay. An San tos?" G: "What?" RS: "San tos. July San tos?" G: "I don't think so" RS: "No? Judo one toes??" G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo one toes' means." RS: "Toes! toes!...why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?" G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes,an English muffin will be fine." RS: "We bother?" G: "No..just put the bother on the side." RS: "Wad?" G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side." RS: "Copy?" G: "Sorry?" RS: "Copy...tea...mill?" G: "Yes. Coffee please, and that's all." RS: "One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem, tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy....rye??" G: "Whatever you say" RS: "Tendjewberrymud" G : "You're welcome."
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PRESENT PERFUMECurve by Claiborne PRESENT SHAMPOO
Rejoice (parang nagpa-salon!)
PRESENT FAVORITE SONG
Free by Eliott Yamin / Nightswimming by R.E.M./ Sunshine by Simon Webbe
LAST FOOD U ATE
ciabatta
LAST GIFT U RECEIVED?
laundry bag
LAST GAME U ENJOYED PLAYING
text twist
LAST TIME U HAD UR HAIRCUT
about six weeks ago @ bench fix salon Trinoma.
LAST ALCOHOLIC DRINK U DRANK
red wine in a plastic cup two nights ago.
PRESENT PET
i have no pets. unfortunately.
LAST BOOK YOU READ
Coma by Alex Garland
LAST BIRTHDAY ATTENDED
my brother's
LAST GIMIK/ OUTING?
Do the movies count?
LAST THING U DO BEFORE U GO TO SLEEPI set the alarm and play some relaxing music. LAST THING U BOUGHT
pimple cream. i've been breaking out like crazy lately. must be the stress.
LAST MALL U VISITED
I pass by gateway and ali mall everyday.
LAST TIME U CRIED
can't remember. really.
PRESENT PERSON U HATE
i am not hating anyone right now.
LAST PERSON U TEXTED
Chris
LAST PERSON you TALKED TO.
Dar
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| : | We've been friends for a long time
ago. We come from the same alma
mother. Actually, our paths crossed
one time on another. But it's only now
that I gave him a second look. I
realized that beauty is in the eyes.
The pulpbits of my heart went fast,
really fast. Cute pala siya. And then,
he came over with me. He said,"I hope
you don't mine. Can I get your
number?" Nag-worry ako. What if he
doesn't give it back?
He explained naman na it's so we could
keep intact daw. Sabi ko, connect me
if i'm wrong but are you asking me
ouch? Nabigla siya. Sagot niya,
The?! Aba! Parang siya pa ang galit!
Persona ingrata!!! Ang kapal niya! I
cried buckles of tears.
Na-guilty yata siya. Sabi niya, isipin
mo na lang na this is a blessing in
the sky. Irregardless daw of his
feelings, we'll go ouch na rin. Now,
we're so in love Mute and epidemic na
ang past. Thanks God we swallowed our
fried. Kasi, I'm 33 na and I'm running
our time.
After 2 weeks, he plopped the
question. "Will you marriage me?" I'm
in a state of shocked. Kasi mantakin
mo, when it rains, it's four! This is
true good to be true. So siyempre, I
said yes. Love is a many splendor.
Pero nung inaayos ko na ang aming
kasal, everythin swell to pieces. Nag-
di-dinner kami noon nang biglang sa
harap ng aming table, may babaeng
humirit ng, "Well, well, well. Look do
we have here." What the fuss! The nerd
ng babaeng yon! She said they were
still on. So I told her, whatever is
that, cut me some slacks! I didn't
want this to get our hand kaya I had
to sip it in the bud.
She accused me of steeling her
boyfriend. Ats if! I don't want to
portrait the role of the other woman.
Gosh, tell me to the marines! I told
her, "please, mine you own business!"
Who would believe her anyway? Dahil
it's not my problem anymore but her
problem anymore!
Tumigil na rin siya ng panggugulo.
Everything is coming up daisies. I'm
so happy. Even my boyfriend said
liketwice. He's so supportive. Sabi
niya, "Look at is this way. She's our
of our lives." Kaya advise ko sa
inyo - take the risk. You can never
can tell. Just burn the bridge when
you get there.
Life is shorts. If you make a mistake,
we'll just pray for the internal and
external repose of your soul.
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