<?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-7824398683818415572</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:39:31.332-07:00</updated><category term='accountancy'/><category term='lover'/><category term='me'/><category term='reality'/><category term='bts'/><category term='personal'/><category term='kabataan'/><category term='rants'/><category term='blockmates'/><category term='college'/><category term='finals'/><category term='prelims'/><category term='cutting classes'/><category term='blog'/><category term='love'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='amvcoa'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Why are you so pretty?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-1715621120367022209</id><published>2009-04-21T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:24:30.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paano ba magcelebrate ng buhay ngayong summer nang walang pera at walang kasama para magcelebrate? Hindi ko akalaing magiging ganito kaboring ang summer ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May dalawang estado lang naman ang buhay ko ngayon, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its either i am bored or tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tired. Kasi para akong katulong sa bahay. Bored, kasi wala ng ibang magawa bukod sa pagiging yaya ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sarap nun no? Pero may natuklasan ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isa pala sa pinakamasarap gawin e ang matulog.Mahiga lang ako somewhere dito sa bahay e tulog agad ako. At maswerte na sila mama dahil may taga saing sila kung magising ako pagkatapos ng 2 oras dahil usually, inuumaga na yung idlip ko. At dahil siguro madalas akong tulog e mas nagiging weird at bizarre at super interesting ng mga panaginip ko. Tulad kagabi na kasama raw ako sa movie na watchmen tapos nagpunta daw kami sa Mars. Nung isang araw naman, napanaginipan ko na may billboard na raw ako sa Olongapo. Hahaha. At may isang beses pa na napanaginipan ko na binuhat ko raw yung ref namin tapos pinamigay ko sa magbobote tapos binayaran niya raw ako ng 1 million. Astig no? At di lang yon, mas narerecall ko na mga panaginip ko, di tulad dati na parang na idlip lang ako ng 30 minutes, tapos paggising ko e kamot ulo na lang magagawa ko sa kakapilit na alalahanin yun magandang panaginip ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At sa isang kisapmata, pinagmunihan ko ang bilbil ko at mataba kong braso...at nabaling ang atensyon ko sa isang realization na, after ng maraming days/months/years of nonstop eating, e mistulang nagkaroon na ng tyanak sa tiyan ko ngayon. OMG. Kailangan ko ng magpapapayat. Nakakarindi na rin yung paulitulit kang sinasabihan ng tabachoy. Paano ko pipilitin sarili ko na wag kumain, mag iced tea, softdrinks at junkfoods? Kailangan ko rin magexercise, magjogging at gumalaw galaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gusto ko na pumayat at magising, figuratively at literally. Pero hindi ko pa alam kung paano, kung ganito ko ipagdidiwang ang summer. Baka lumobo at mamanas lang ako lalo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-1715621120367022209?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/1715621120367022209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=1715621120367022209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1715621120367022209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1715621120367022209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2009/04/chill.html' title='Chill.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-451236993682943703</id><published>2009-04-21T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:23:44.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang leksyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...The faster you go through life, the shallower your understanding becomes. You must allow life to unfold it's beauty slowly. Only then will you realize that God is in the details..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since my last entry, and its really weird of me not to do that. In my defense, I have to say that I've had a lot going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my mind is like on some terrible loop of thoughts. And I think I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, correction. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I think too much.&lt;/span&gt; Of all the things that cross my mind on a regular basis, it all really comes down to the same thing. What is the point? What is the point of everything? Why bother going to school each day? Whats' the point of striving to achieve better things in my life? Same thoughts, same order, every day, every hour, every minute all the time. Yeah, I know I'd lose my mind anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I can't go back, can't seem to go forward, can't stand to be in the here and now, and I'm too much of a loser to fucking end this mediocrity. So iisa lang din ang ginagawa ko, I'm bitching about my life over and over again till I can't even stand doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am contemplating why, exactly, I can't accept the way things are and just be happy to have the things I have. I know I should &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; the things I have yet I hate it all parin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be mentally healthy yet I feel so undeserving of it at the same time and have to force myself to the things that are good for me. Maybe I was just tired of dealing with those things, acad stuffs, family, love, yuck. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done nothing but overhaul my mind and myself this past few weeks in every possible way, but still, no change. Damn it. What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for me to have contentment and peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I'm very perceptive about everything. Pero ewan talaga.&lt;br /&gt;I think misery now is becoming normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWAN.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? Facing certain issues head on, standing right up close and examining things and slicing open old wounds again and again is not something I feel like I can cope with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am mentally and emotionally accident prone, as I seem to acquire new hurts every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just tell me things are gonna be alright if I just let myself change. PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-451236993682943703?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/451236993682943703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=451236993682943703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/451236993682943703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/451236993682943703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2009/04/isang-leksyon.html' title='Isang leksyon'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4805243624695846281</id><published>2009-04-21T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:18:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...The faster you go through life, the shallower your understanding becomes. You must allow life to unfold it's beauty slowly. Only then will you realize that God is in the details..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since my last entry, and its really weird of me not to do that. In my defense, I have to say that I've had a lot going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my mind is like on some terrible loop of thoughts. And I think I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, correction. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I think too much.&lt;/span&gt; Of all the things that cross my mind on a regular basis, it all really comes down to the same thing. What is the point? What is the point of everything? Why bother going to school each day? Whats' the point of striving to achieve better things in my life? Same thoughts, same order, every day, every hour, every minute all the time. Yeah, I know I'd lose my mind anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I can't go back, can't seem to go forward, can't stand to be in the here and now, and I'm too much of a loser to fucking end this mediocrity. So iisa lang din ang ginagawa ko, I'm bitching about my life over and over again till I can't even stand doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am contemplating why, exactly, I can't accept the way things are and just be happy to have the things I have. I know I should &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; the things I have yet I hate it all parin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be mentally healthy yet I feel so undeserving of it at the same time and have to force myself to the things that are good for me. Maybe I was just tired of dealing with those things, acad stuffs, family, love, yuck. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done nothing but overhaul my mind and myself this past few weeks in every possible way, but still, no change. Damn it. What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for me to have contentment and peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I'm very perceptive about everything. Pero ewan talaga.&lt;br /&gt;I think misery now is becoming normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWAN.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? Facing certain issues head on, standing right up close and examining things and slicing open old wounds again and again is not something I feel like I can cope with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am mentally and emotionally accident prone, as I seem to acquire new hurts every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just tell me things are gonna be alright if I just let myself change. PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-4805243624695846281?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/4805243624695846281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=4805243624695846281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4805243624695846281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4805243624695846281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurry-slowly.html' title='Hurry Slowly'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-1422711916341164843</id><published>2009-02-03T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:00:48.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.</title><content type='html'>tama na muna ang mga walang kwentang, pilit na ginawang blog entry para magkaroon ng laman ang munti kong multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ito na ang update sa buhay ko. &lt;/span&gt;Teka lang wait, time check. 4:37AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SIMULA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of us have a busy sched these days, getting tired out, and its already 4:37 am and I  want to drop dead on Geliza's bed, pero hindi ko magawa. Ayaw ng katawan ko. Ayaw ng mata ko. Pero alam mo bang hindi lahat ng gising na daig pa ang kwago e normal lang sa tao? Hindi lahat ng dilat sa oras na to nakakakita. Dahil wala naman may gusto na manatiling gising habang pasikat nanaman yung araw na walang ginawa kundi lumitaw ng lumitaw at hindi ka mapagbigyan ng buwan na wag sanang umalis para kahit saglit e maipikit ang matang bigat na bigat na sa kanyang talukap at pilikmata na daig pa ang nalagyan ng ilang patong na mascara? Teka, question mark ba dapat ang punctuation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O eh ano naman ngayon? Haha. Wala lang. Malinaw naman na di ba? Wala pa akong tulog. Pero lilinawin ko pa ulit, dalawang linggo na akong walang tinutuluan ng laway na nakakakilig na panaginip na palagi lang naman nagsisimula sa malawak na imahinasyon ko na pampaantok ko para dirediretso na sa tulog. E paano nga naman, kahit gustong gusto na ng sistema ko na humilata sa kama pero pinipigilan ng utak ko kasi hindi ko na dapat ibagsak ang prelims ko sa lahat ng subject, oo sa lahat dahil kung hindi ako bagsak dahil sa test, bagsak ako dahil sa absences. Kaya dapat lang talaga na mapasa ko ang prelims, kundi lagpas 100 ang kailangan ko pagdating ng finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KATAPUSAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya. No more exams. Yung problema na lang e docufilm na hanggang ngayon e intro pa lang ang nagagawa ko. :( Kaawaawa naman. At kapag minamalas e kami kasi ang unang grupo na magpapakita ng gawa. No more exams. Pero wala na rin akong papasukan next sem dahil bagsakan na po ako. Hindi ko talaga matanto kung bakit ganun na lang kami tratuhin ng mga guro. Hindi ba nila naiintindihan mga sitwasyon namin. Oo, pinipilit kong intindihin ang accounting subject ko at walang duda na mula 9am hanggang 1am kinabukasan e nagaaral ako at nagpraktis magsolve, pero pagdating ng exam e muli nanaman akong sinapian nung Clyde Charlott Mendoza na 4th year highschool na nakatulala tuwing Calculus exam dahil walang masagot dahil walang alam dahil walang notes na naaral at walang stock knowledge dahil hindi nakinig sa discussion at walang magic powers o hula powers pero may natitirang asa powers. Asa para sa himala, divine intervention at himala na bigyan ng sagot ng katabing kaklase. Ang kaibahan lang, nag-aral ako sa accounting, sa calculus hindi. Pero kahit ganun, wala akong nasagot. Wala ring himala at ni katiting na pag-asa na masilip ko man lang ang sagot ng katabi ko. Wala. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako tanga. Pasensya na, sabihan mo na akong bobo, pero ganun talaga. Akalain mo pang pagkatapos ng madugong exam na yun, tumawag sa akin si Melissa, umiiyak dahil wala rin daw siyang nasagot? Bakit naging ganito ang aming kapalaran? Masyado na ba kaming nagiging makasalanan sa pagging chismosa? At next week, simula na ng katapusan. Natural, ipapamuka na sa akin na akoy bagsakan na at pupulutin na lamang sa kangkungan. No more exams. Goodbye na sa accountancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAKAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilang pangwakas, gusto ko lang naman sabihin na isa ito sa mga serious entry ko sa multiply na to. Madalas nga ako mag-update pero kapansinpansin naman na walang kakwenta kwenta ang mga sinasabi ko. Pero sana, sa entry na to e naramdaman mo ang isang matinding kirot sa iyong puso. Oo, alam kong kaawa-awa na ako.&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit ganun, may natututunan naman ako. Sawa na ako umasa. Ginagawa ko naman lahat. At sa kabila ng pagpupumilit ng iba na ayusin ko na ang topakin kong buhay na ginagawa ko naman minsan, napapagod na rin ako. Nag-aaral ako kung kailangan talaga, walang duda dun. Pero ayoko na magpakasakit pa. Nagpapakapanget ako dahil sa puyat, pero lahat ng yun, mapupunta rin sa wala di ba? Sana malawak pangintindi ng lahat ng tao lalo na magulang ko. At natutunan ko lang naman, na dapat sa simula pa lang, malinaw at lagpas 100 porsyento ko sa gusto mong gawin sa buhay para kapag dumating sa puntong dehado ka, marami kang mabibigay sa sarili mo na pag-asa para pampursigi kasi nga naman kung ganun ang sitwasyon, malinaw na gusto mo ang naging desisyon mo at anuman bagay na pinili mo at ayaw mong may maging mali o palpak doon. Pero sa sarili ko, naging mali man ako, extra excited pa ako kasi may katapusan lahat ng kalbaryo ko. Hindi para sa akin to, kaya sa susunod maingat na ako sa pagpili ng anumang bagay na gugustuhin ko. At isa pang natutunan ko, may talagang dahilan para sa lahat ng bagay. At naisip ko lang, siguro reminder to na kapag nagka-anak ako e i woudn't push them so hard, yung sa tingin kong hanggang sa kaya lang nila. At hindi ako magagalit kapag bumagsak sila, kasi masakit yun. Lalo na kapag hndi mo namamalayan, may nasasabi ka na palang iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ba masarap kapag sinabihan ka ng isang tao na mahal ka niya? No matter what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:13am na. Ang sakit na ng likod ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you sa lahat ng bumasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-1422711916341164843?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/1422711916341164843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=1422711916341164843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1422711916341164843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1422711916341164843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2009/02/k.html' title='K.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-7797976793714522553</id><published>2009-01-07T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:01:41.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raises hands up in surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, living makes no sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the virus creeps up more into my system, I sometimes wish I could just roll over and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaan, i flunked the 2nd math exam, 2nd envisci exam, 1st and 2nd accounting exam, 1st theo exam, 2nd econ exam. How worse can it get? All that time studying and sweating and still......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Gusto ko na talaga magshift. Advertising? Bus. Management? Architecture? MedTech?&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi nagrereply si mama. Galit pa rin e. Kung alam niya lang feeling ko. :(( Mawawala kasi scholarship ko pag nagshift ako. Pero hindi na talaga ako masaya e. Hindi ko na kaya. Inggit ako dun sa mga nag-drop na. Yung balance ko nga sa tuition hindi ko pa binabayad e. Kasi umaasa ako na papayagan ako ni mama. :(( Pero ang plano ko, tatapusin ko first year. Tiyaga tiyaga muna kahit butaw theo na feeling major, patrabaho envi sci, malapit na ako ma-FA sa econ, bagsak na ako sa math, at wala pa akong pinapasa sa accounting. Tiis muna. :| Basta, pag na debar ako, hindi ko na tutuloy sa bsma.Cheap dun. Sana maintindihan ako ng magulang ko. Kasalanan ko nga naman at eto pinili ko. Mag-aapply na lang ako kung sakali ng scholarship ulit. Haaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, I want you to post anything in reply to this entry. Anything. A secret, confession, advice, opinion, critique, o ano sa tingin mo dapat kong gawin sa buhay ko ngayon. Paano ko pipilitin sarili ko na pumasok at mag-aral at magtiyaga lang muna dahil patapos naman na rin unang taon kahit ayaw ko na? At kung bagsak saang course ako lilipat? At kung palaring pumasa, itutuloy pa ba para hindi mabuljak ng magulang kahit ayaw na ayaw ko na? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-7797976793714522553?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/7797976793714522553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=7797976793714522553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7797976793714522553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7797976793714522553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2009/01/raises-hands-up-in-surrender.html' title='Raises hands up in surrender'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3955724210674189131</id><published>2009-01-07T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:00:02.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Entry from my multiply account.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PS: MAGTIYAGA LANG. PAKIBASA NG BUO. SAGOT KO NGAYON KALIGAYAHAN MO. SAKTO PA KUNG NAGPAPAKALUNOD KA NGAYON SA KALUNGKUTAN MO. OKAY BA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Alam mo kasi kung gusto nating maging fun ang buhay, pwede naman e. Di ba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ang kailangan lang namang mangyari e maimbitihan ka ng isang kaibigan, kaaway, kapitbahay, kamaganak, kaklase, o kahit sino pa man na tumambay o magpalakad lakad sa kalawakan ng kamaynilaan at magbakasaling mapadpad sa tapat ng starbucks sabay pilitin na ilibre ka ng kasama pero ilalayo ang iyong mga paa na patapak na sana sa tindahan ng kape na magdadagdag sana ng isang sticker para makakuha ng isang planner na wala lang naman. Syet, dapat na i-apply ko yung turo ng prof ko tungkol sa run on sentences e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;May pupuntahan ka ba? Isama mo naman ako. O basahin mo na lang blog ko? Sabay magiiwan ka ng comment sa dulo? Fun rin yun diba ho? Labas na tayo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Pero wrong timing kasi talaga e. Dahil may tigdas ako. Pakiramdam ko tuloy pinaglalaruan ako ng panahon. Kasi kung kelan feel na feel ko ng magbago, saka ako magkakasakit ng ganito. Aba! Mahirap magkasakit sa ganitong panahon. Lalo na kung kasagsagan ng exams. Ano pang mangyayari sayo pagdating ng araw na yun, hindi ka pa nakapagaral, wala pang stock knowledge kasi nung mismong araw na nagdiscuss ang prof mu e naimbitahan kang tumambay ng isang kaklase sa library para matulog. Kaya pagdating ng examination, mapapapikit ka na parang si Hiro Nakamura na tipong gustong mateleport sa heaven para itanong kay San Pedro, "Yo St. Peter, Where the hell did the answers go?" Hahaha. Natatawa ako. Pero alam mo ba nararamdaman ko ngayon? Ang sakit ng mga kamay at legs ko. At ang dami kong bukol sa batok at singaw sa gilagid. Hindi ko alam kung epekto ba to ng kabulakbulan ko at isang parusa ng diyos (patawad na po) o epekto ng tigdas ko. Basta parang naninikip dibdib ko na parang lalagnatin ako. Wag naman sana..... Ready na medical certificate ko para sa econ prof ko na sa record niya e 5 na ang absent ko samantalang sa record ko e 3 palang. Ngangu no? Pero basta. Sa panahon ng crisis, BAWAL magkasakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sa kabilang dako, gusto kong sabihin na kahit ang panget ni dan hindi ko alam kung bakit nagiinit ang ulo ko kapag hindi niya ako tinetext. Kahit ako yung tamad. Haha. Ang labo. Tapos sa kasamaan at kabutihang palad, nag hang ang cp niya. At tuluyan na atang nasira sa mga oras na to. Kasamaang palad, dahil hindi ko alam kung kelan ulit yun magteteks. Kabutihan, dahil walang wala ako sa mood at sobrang tinatamad ako at tipid sa load. Pero kanina ay inutusan ko siyang ipagawa yun. E ano ba naman ang 200 worth of pampagawa ng cp, kung kapalit naman e mahigit 100000000000000000000000 na mga hataw na nakakakilig? Hindi ba? Hahaha. Yuck. Nagdilim paningin ko. O.O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Nasabi ko lang naman, e kasi sa panahon ngayon napansin ko na pagdating sa love e parang lahat ng kakilala ko nagiging emo. Kahit wala silang bangs na tumatakip sa mukha nila, pag tinamaan ni Kupido, asahan mo ng makakatanggap ka ng hindi mabilang na gm na ang gusto lang naman iparating e "Tangina mo, bakit mo ko ginago/iniwan/pinagpalit/pinaglaruan/. Saan ako nagkulang???? T.T T.T" "Anong magagawa ko kung pang tropa lang talaga?!!" Naisip ko tuloy, sa panahon ngayon, wala na sigurong naniniwala sa everlasting love. Kasabay ng pag-inog ng mundo, at pagka-emo ng mga tao, minsan nagbabago pananaw ko pagdating sa pagmamahal. Yuck. Ang korni ko. Pero kasi nakakasawa na yung mga kwento. Lahat naman pareparehas kinakahantungan. Ewan ko. Siguro ako maswerte sa ngayon, hindi pa niloloko kahit hindi siya gwapo at di ako sigurado kung may future akong mansyon. E kasi bakit kapag may lumandi syo, bibigay ka. Tapos lalandi ka, e ang motibo mu rin lang e manloko. Haaay. Ang love ba temporary lang? Binabase sa chemical reactions ng katawan? Bat naman ganun? Tapos kapag nawala na ang attraction, wala na. Haha. Tapos may mag-aapply na rebound guy, tapos paulit ulit ulit lang din. Di ba??? Kaya ang magandang gawin ngayon, kilatisin ang mag aapply sayo, at tumakbo sa ever at magpahula kay madam auring at itanong kung may magandang future na nakahanda para sayo kapiling ang nilalang na yun. Oks ba? O kung papairalin mo lang din palagi ang katangahan mo, tumigil ka na sa parteng ito ng blog ko. Pis sabay hug. Oo pis. Hindi kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;At sa ngayon, bigla kong naisip kung maganda ba tlaga dito sa tinitirhan naming apartment. Kulong siya. O tamad lang kami gumala. Puro tindahan. Puro mahal ang tinda. May videoke na minsan nambubulabog ng katahimikan. Isa lang ang pinakamalapit na internet shop at sa kasamaang palad e mahal ang singil kapag nagpaprint ka. Kaya iisipin mo na wag na lang gumawa ng assignment at ipambili na lang ang pampaprint ng pizza. Pero ang masaya, maganda dito sa bahay dahil paglabas ko ng kwarto e may chichibugin ka. Kaya pala napipilitan ako ngayong mag-dyeta, parang reincarnation ako ng isang palamuning baboy. Ang saklap. Pero may mga araw na natitira na pakiramdam ko ang payat payat ko. Ang yabang ko nga ata pag ganun. Saan ko kaya nahuhugot yung yabang na yun? Tapos pag pinansin na ang taba na ng braso ko, magmumukmok na parang nabangungot. Ang saklap ano? Bakit kasi hindi nalang naging parang REALITY BITES ang buhay? Para hindi nagddrama mga tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;O sa puntong ito, malungkot ka pa ba? Sana hindi na. Magpapasko na nga e. Naniniwala ka ba kay Santa? O di mo lang feel na 5 days na lang e paskuhan na sa Uste, at 11 days na lang e Pasko na tlga? Ha? Ano, di ka parin excited? Wag kaaaaaa ngaaaa. Ang kj mo naman. Pilitin mo maging excited. Alam ko na dumarating yung mga eksena na sobrang kakaibang feeling ang naguumapaw sa dibdib mo. At sobrang taas ng anticipation mo at expectation. Pero pagdating sa totoong eksena, sasabihin mo na lang na "huh, eto lang yun?!". Oo. Kahit siguro ngayong pasko, medyo ganyan pakiramdam ng mga tao. Siguro dahil sa pabagsak na ekonomiya ng pinas e hindi na exciting ang pasko. Siguro dahil wala ka ng bubuksan na regalo. Pero kahit ganun, sana excited ka pa rin. Kasi may mga tao na ni minsan e hindi naramdaman ang feeling ng excited di ba? O mas masaklap nu? Hanggang ngayon ba hindi mo pa rin ramdam?  Wag. Masaya pa rin naman. Nagbadya na kasi ang malamig na hangin. Mas masarap ang tulog. Pwera na lang kung may iisipin kang recitation kinabukasan. Pero pakasaya pa rin. Dahil ang december e para sa pasko. January para sa bagong taon. At ireserba na ang ibang buwan para sa pageemo. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pasko! Pasko! Sana kasi may matanggap akong regalo. Haha. May isa naman ng sure. Yung ibibigay nung nakabunot sa akin na kblock ko. Pero bukod dun, siguro masaya pa ang pasko kasi ang daming pinagbago ng buhay ko ngayong 2008. Oo. Naging gago ako. Hahahaha. Joklang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ang bilis kasi ng panahon. Kelan lang wasak ang puso ko yung tipong di ko kayang tanggapin ni April Boy. Kasi grumaduate na kami. At sa ngyon wasak pa rin siya, kasi ang hirap pala mag college. Ang madali lang e makaipon dahil kadalasan e maraming kick back ang mga loko. Hoho. Pero isinasantabi ko ang lahat ng reklamo ko tungkol sa kurso ko para sa ikakaganda ng blog ko. Kasi ngayon, tinitingala ko ang patapos na taon at ang papasok na panibagong taon. Kahit wasak ako ngayon, tuloy tuloy lang. Kahit wasak katawan ko ngayon, pipilitin na pumasok. Kahit wasak ang isip ko, magrerebyu para sa departmental exam. Sa madaling salita, kahit wasak na wasak ka na, tuloy lang. Ganun talaga. Dapat kasi balanse ang buhay. Parang panatang makabayan. Balanse sa isip, sa salita at sa gawa.  Bukod dun, ipagpasalamat din na ngayong taon, kahit medyo hindi maganda nag love life mo, sana matuto na ipagpasalamat na sa awa ni Lord e ang pamilya natin e okay ngayon taon. At maraming naging dagdag na butaw sa mundo. O diba? Marami namang mga bagay na pwedeng ipagpasalamat at ikasaya. Parang palagi na lang kasing iniisip e mga kaemohan. Yuck. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sana lang talaga magbago na ako,kahit hindi ko makuha yung planner ng starbucks dahil ubos na ubos na pera ko sa ngayon e magawa ko lahat ng plano ko. Alam naman kasi natin na wala akong pasensya. Nasa pananaw ko kasi na ang pagdedesisyon sa buhay ay case to case basis. Sa ngayon wala pa akong formula na nabubuo sa takbo ng utak ko pero medyo napansin ko na, na walang oras sa isang araw, walang araw sa isang linggo na hindi ako totopakin. Yung toyo ko kasi yung parang nagpapasaya sa buhay ko e. Yung parang nagpapaextra ordinary sa boring kong buhay. Ganun din ba sa inyo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;At sa puntong ito. medyo nakalimutan ko na malapit na ako ma FA sa econ at hindi pa rin ako nagaaral sa envi sci at sa accounting at hindi pa ako gumagawa ng hw sa econ at nagbabasa sa theo para sa recitation. Kasi nung simulan ko tong blog entry na to parang nashut down yung utak ko. Parang pagkaupo ko automatic lasing ako. Ang dami ko na atang nasabi at parang ang talino ko ngayon. Ang rami na nga ata talaga. Nonsense. Emotional. Katangahan. Ang dami kong natype. Yung iba mga bagay na pinagsisisihan, mga ginagawa, madalas mga ka-oa-han. O parang wala lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Basta. Ang active ata ng utak ko ngayon. At at at at nagvibrate ang cp ko. Parang gaganahan ako magtext, at hindi ko alam kung bakit sa puntong ito e gusto ko na tapusin tong blog na to, dahil narealize ko na na.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ang corny ko.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kung binasa mo to ng buo, salamat sayo. sana napangiti ka kahit naimagine mo ako ng mukhang gago habang tinatayp to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3955724210674189131?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3955724210674189131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3955724210674189131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3955724210674189131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3955724210674189131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-entry-from-my-multiply-account.html' title='Blog Entry from my multiply account.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-870426677261762394</id><published>2008-12-11T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:03:40.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOG ON &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIATUS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR EVERYONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WILL UPDATE SOON &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;AFTER XMAS VACATION&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7824398683818415572-870426677261762394?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/870426677261762394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=870426677261762394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/870426677261762394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/870426677261762394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-6678184074175129754</id><published>2008-12-10T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:22:52.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Suicide</title><content type='html'>What a crappy day. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today sucked big time.&lt;/span&gt; I so hate this day. Malas malas malas malas malas malas malas ko today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am extremely and without a doubt, STUPID&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Someone slap me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has now reached its decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ganito, hindi ako nag-aral sa econ, kasi madali lang naman dahil pure application pero kaninang test, natanga ata ako, nag shut down utak ko o nasapian ata ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba naman kasi magkakaroon ng negative na demand? at graph na nasa right axis lahat, negative, zero kasama ng mga positive? Sino na nakakita ng ganung graph? Tska may demand na palang negative. Tska sino yung nagimbento ng sariling price equilibrium at quantity equilibrium? E nagsolve naman siya, nakuha niya ngang value e P=1.5 Qd=70 at Qs=70 rin. Tapos nagimbento pa. Ang kyut ng graph. Kasing haba ng braso ko na halos kulangin ang isang graphing paper. Bat hindi ko narealize? Una ko pang narealize e yung hindi ko ginamit yung nakuha kong value, tas saka ko pa naalala na negative pa mga demand ko. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos bagsak pa ako sa envi sci quiz. As in, wala sa kalahati ang score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakshet. What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Deym.&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;flunk&lt;/span&gt; all my subjects...... at wala. eto.&lt;br /&gt;Wala ako balak na mag-aral. Lalo ako nawalan ng gana. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this is suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pwwwwh. I never thought I'd say this pero malapit na ako sumuko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to give up na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be announcing this to the whole world, I know. But I'm just trying to release the frustration that has built up in me for the day by trying to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the world's biggest loser, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay fooootanghennne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life sucks right now. I really want to just die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Nagpaappointment na ako sa guidance counselor namin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-6678184074175129754?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/6678184074175129754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=6678184074175129754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/6678184074175129754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/6678184074175129754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-suicide.html' title='School Suicide'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-740883132693178767</id><published>2008-12-06T04:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:00:30.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TANGINANG TAXI DRIVER YUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TANGINANG TAXI DRIVER YUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muntik na kami mamatayni kim kanina. Muntik na kami ma-rape. Bale. Muntik na kaming marape at mamatay. Putangina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya saya pa namin habang palabas ng trinoma e dahil nabili namin lahat ng gusto namin. Sabay yung masasakyan naming taxi e masamang nilalang pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pa man kami masyadong pamilyar sa mga daan pero obvious na obvious na sa maling daan niya kami dinadaan. Pero alam namin na out of the way na yun. Lingon pa siya ng lingon sa amin kanina e, kaya nahalata namin na parang di normal kilos niya. Sabay nung nagstop yung taxi dahil traffic, napansin namin na may kinakapa siya sa pwet niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKITA NI KIM. BARIL.&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi niya sinabi dahil alam niyang nenerbyusin ako at baka mag freak out lang ako. Tama naman ginawa niya. Sakto naman na tumawag mama ni kim, pero hindi namin pinaalam sa mama niya, pero siningit niya na lang to "Mamaya na po namin sasabihin yung thing na taxi" Pero di niya talaga alam yung totoong nangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos parang nakahalata yung driver. Hindi siya mapakali. Tapos etong si kim ang tapang, kunwaring tinitignan niya kung magkano na yung babayaran sa taxi. Pero ang totoo sinilip at tinitigan niya yung baril sa may pwet ng driver. Tangina. Pero hindi ko tlaga alam na may baril, pero napapansin ko talaga na may iba sa driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi siya mapakali. Kung saan saang kanto niya kami dinadaan. Dumaan pa nga sa one way dahil siguro kinakabahan na siya na alam ni kim na may baril siya. Tapos ang creepy niya. Kumakanta kanta pa siya ng jopay "Dadalhin kita sa aming bahay blablabla" Tae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nga pala nakalabas lang yung payong ko kasi un na lang pwede kong ipanghampas saknya. Tapos kung saan saan na daan pa rin. dumaan pa nga kami sa may riles. Basta halos lahat e wala msyadong tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super naghihinala na talaga ako. Alam ko na may sumthing talaga na kinakapa sa may pwetan niya e. Kala ko naman kutsilyo. Puta tlga. Medyo nahihimasmasan na kami nung bandang dapitan na pero dahil traffic, natakot pa rin kami. Hawak pa ni kim yung pinto para kung sakali e tatalon na lang kami palabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos tanong siya ng tanong kung saan kami bababa. Kaya sabi na lang namin sa Uste na lang kasi mamaya matandaan niya pa yung bahay namin. Tapos yun, di pa rin siya mapakali. Tinatap niya yung window. Kung ano ano gnagwa. Kumakanta. Tapos kapag maguusap kami ni kim, hihinaan niya yun radio tapos papakinggan kami. Pota talga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tpos nung sa uste na, dapitan gate, tinuro namin na dun sa tapat ng mga security guards ibaba. Nung una parang ayaw niya pa e, tapos biglang parang ambait niya, sabi pa maam dito na kayo bumaba. Tapos yun natakot pa nga ako pagkaabot ko nung bayad kasi mamaya hilahin kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takot na takot kami ni kim. Saka ko lang nalaman nung bumaba ako na baril pala yung kinakapa niya! Putangina! Buti na lang din di niya sinabi kasi baka sumigaw lang ako, mas lalo pa kami anuhin nung mukhang rapist na taxi driver na yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi namin nakuha yung plate number nung taxi. Pero alalang alala ko pa yung mukha niyang mukhang rapist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambilis namin naglakad pauwi ng espanya sa sobrang kaba at takot.&lt;br /&gt;Grabe nakakatrauma talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na talaga kami lalabas ng dalawa lang kami. At ayoko na mag taxi. Wag na daw kami lalabas ng walang kasamang lalaki or yung dalawa lang kami ni kim. At hindi to alam ng mga magulang ko! Hindi nila pwede malaman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun. Salamat sa lahat ng naging concerned. Tska ang sweet ng bestfriends namin ni Kim. Tinawagan siya ni rj. Ako tinawagan ni Jio, landline pa gamit e. Haha. Katouch.&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, wag na magtaxi. At doble ingat. Haaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-740883132693178767?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/740883132693178767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=740883132693178767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/740883132693178767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/740883132693178767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/12/tanginang-taxi-driver-yun.html' title='TANGINANG TAXI DRIVER YUN!'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-5094050712157766262</id><published>2008-12-05T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:18:21.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a joke.</title><content type='html'>˙dɐןɔ dɐןɔ dɐןɔ ˙ɐɥɐɥɐɥ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;britney spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;britney spears who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, i did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DO. DOCU FILM, RESEARCH PAPERS, LETTERS OF REQUEST, EXAMS, RECITATIONS, TRANSACTIONS TO BALANCE. PWH. YOU NAME IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YET...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M PROCRASTINATING. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˙dɐןɔ dɐןɔ dɐןɔ ˙ɐɥɐɥɐɥ&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-5094050712157766262?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/5094050712157766262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=5094050712157766262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5094050712157766262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5094050712157766262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-joke.html' title='I have a joke.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-7795740750076639939</id><published>2008-12-02T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:51:44.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On diet.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting fatter and fatter and fatter and fatter and fatter. Pwh. I really need to lose weight. At least ten pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;React nanaman kayo jan. Haha. I know there are people out there who do not think I need a diet. But the truth is, I do! I was payat enough naman before college, but now??!!! Pwh. Thanks to gluttony. But i have a plan. And im so determined to keep it up. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ang tamad ko nanaman. I mean yeah, let's face it. It's hard to do schoolwork with TONS of extraneous distractions. Such as these. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeahhh, i was so sabog awhile ago. I wasn't able to talk to someone properly. *smooch I'm sorry, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeaaahh again, It's only Wedneday and I have like Php20 or barya nalang ata left in my wallet. How am I going to fit that for my recess for two days? Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay diet nga pala. Wahaha.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-7795740750076639939?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/7795740750076639939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=7795740750076639939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7795740750076639939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7795740750076639939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-diet.html' title='On diet.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-8987701201223357698</id><published>2008-12-02T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:18:15.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Urine Sampler</title><content type='html'>The heat is getting on my nerves. Argggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's so not my day. And i couldn't even think straight.&lt;br /&gt;Siguro bagsak nanaman ako sa quiz sa psych. Tae. Hirap na hirap nanaman ako kanina e. Pffff.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be just so wrong nu.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A y a w k o n a t a l a g a s a c o u r s e k o . .&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga nito e, pagdating ng panahon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Future Occupation by Castro&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colour: Blue&lt;br /&gt;This will be your yearly salary $985,552&lt;br /&gt;Your Job: Urine Sampler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. URINE SAMPLER LANG PALA BAGSAK, MAGPAPAKAHIRAP PA AKO SA ACCOUNTING. E IBABAGSAK KO LANG DIN. E DIYAN, HANEP SA SWELDO. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampal tadyak.&lt;br /&gt;Change mood na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *will* get to stay in AmvCOA. I *will*. I have to.  My mom's going to kill me if i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagong buhay na tlaga? Sana naman please, hindi ako matanga.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping that by tomorrow, I'll start and end right. Hay. I will pray to Mother Mary. I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-8987701201223357698?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/8987701201223357698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=8987701201223357698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8987701201223357698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8987701201223357698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/12/future-urine-sampler.html' title='Future Urine Sampler'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-9219986008251123464</id><published>2008-11-27T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:51:33.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hit me with your best shot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IszSyBuqjo/SS5fN3viCgI/AAAAAAAAADk/NHwkEbIN1_s/s1600-h/ammyxriffic4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IszSyBuqjo/SS5fN3viCgI/AAAAAAAAADk/NHwkEbIN1_s/s320/ammyxriffic4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273256905603680770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Confucius &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis Thoroux, Night Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said it before. And I’ll say it again. I H A T E my course. &lt;br /&gt;Flunked my first accounting departmental exam.  T.T&lt;br /&gt;I’m still trying to get back on my feet. It may not seem like much of a big deal but maaaaan. I dunno :/&lt;br /&gt;As much as I try to focus my attention on my studies, I find myself so preoocupied with something else. Like now, I’m supposed to be studying for my envisci exam. But what the heck am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to rearrange myself. My thoughts. My unsettled mind. My unbalanced life. But I do not know where and how to start. &lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang naman sa dahil binagsak ko exam ko kanina, pero ewan… parang gusto ko na mag suicide. &lt;br /&gt;I thought I was good enough. I thought I was nice enough. Been there, done that. And as always, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It  wasn’t easy you know. My life is very frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;I always worry about myself and everything. Now I realized I have taken for granted thousands of small things that each of us needed. The small stuff that we never really thought existed until we needed them.&lt;br /&gt;Like most people, I just want to be happy, all the while trying to carry the load of my shoulders, and whatever life tries to throw upon me. The every day and practical stuff that we had to go through, and even the small stuff can kick us out of balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy life. Can it really be achieved?&lt;br /&gt;I want to try something new. I want to shift to a new course but I guess my parents won’t let me.  I want to have some space, some peace and quiet. To live a life as it should be, on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I think the best thing I can do now is prepare for the worst and hope for the best. &lt;br /&gt;And yeah, pray a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-9219986008251123464?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/9219986008251123464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=9219986008251123464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/9219986008251123464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/9219986008251123464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/11/hit-me-with-your-best-shot.html' title='Hit me with your best shot.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IszSyBuqjo/SS5fN3viCgI/AAAAAAAAADk/NHwkEbIN1_s/s72-c/ammyxriffic4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-1414951951891478394</id><published>2008-11-24T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:29:45.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight spoiler</title><content type='html'>im going to watch the premier later with lay. and i think with marie and rj too?&lt;br /&gt;punta na kami maya maya tambay muna starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dont get excited. im not planning to post anything about the movie here.&lt;br /&gt;but if there's something you are burning to know, feel free to comment here. :P&lt;br /&gt;im a spoiler junkie myself so i wont judge. i would however prefer to answer specific questions like, did Bella look shit? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can wait one more day.... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im going thru what the fuckness. so, bye for now. i'll update again after my exams.&lt;br /&gt;mwaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-1414951951891478394?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/1414951951891478394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=1414951951891478394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1414951951891478394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1414951951891478394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-spoiler.html' title='twilight spoiler'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-5812596095165447178</id><published>2008-11-20T22:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:48:33.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And life goes on.</title><content type='html'>Ever get the feeling that you can hardly breathe? suffocating?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's exactly how i feel right now. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i'm tired of my course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two months back, i remember totally bitching about my course to my mum, to anyone and everyone who would care to listen. simply because i think that there's no future for me there.&lt;br /&gt;i cut classes and go lakwatsa lang. pero kahit ganun, i have indeed been lucky. sbi nila paburger daw kasi candidate pa para sa dean's list. hahaha. well, di ko sinasadya yun. juk&lt;br /&gt;lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what, at this point, i still haven't figured out if this is what i really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;i want to grow. because i don't think i've bitten off more than i chew.&lt;br /&gt;second sem na. pero nagcut nanaman ako. :(&lt;br /&gt;ang labo. sometimes naman  i think that my course is nice naman and the job i might have is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess im just afraid of the long hours, days, months and years of studying that i'll have to put up with.&lt;br /&gt;there will still be a lot of getting used to and I can only hope that I'll able to adjust to it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadtad nanaman ng exam next week. tapos di pa ako makakanuod kaagad ng twilight kasi departmental ko sa accounting kinabukasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko magaral simula bukas. pero nakakatamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll surely get a crappy grades this sem dahil sa ugali kong pag cut at katamaran but nonetheless my gut tells me its a good move to change my attitude now. &lt;br /&gt;i only hope that my stomach and my brain cells can hold me together.&lt;br /&gt;yesss maaaaan. i love studying. bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and now i've come to accept that I can either get what I want or die trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there. I'm tired na so i'll stop blogging. Came from my schoool, and gonna get ready for justin and kamil's birthday parteeeey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do: (weekends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econ: study chapter 1 and 2 (quiz on monday)&lt;br /&gt;envi sci: study chapter 1 and 2 (quiz on monday) , print lectures, plan for the documentary film&lt;br /&gt;theo: read pages 1 to 12, (recitation on monday)&lt;br /&gt;filipino: look for tagalog articles about the economy, study (quiz on monday)&lt;br /&gt;math: answer all the remaining exercises, study (quiz on friday)&lt;br /&gt;accounting: answer chapter 2 and 3, read chapter 4, STUDY CHAPTER 1 AND 2! DEPARTMENTAL EXAM ON THURSDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;psychology: read chapters 1 to 3 (recitation on tuesday) , answer questions about the film, study chapters1 to 3 (quiz on thursday)&lt;br /&gt;english: answer all the exercises, topic for my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party muna sa taft bago yan. Wahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-5812596095165447178?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/5812596095165447178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=5812596095165447178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5812596095165447178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5812596095165447178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-life-goes-on.html' title='And life goes on.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4897084912491410549</id><published>2008-11-10T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:54:43.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Entry down by the sea is where I drown my scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm supposed to be writing about current affairs (college week, chris brown, bazaar, seminars) but the only current crap i know right now is my crappy life.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i miss my highschool friends. not kim. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh i know i have not been keen about my usual posts as i've been busy with college stuff.&lt;br /&gt;my brain is in a muddle between mathematics of investment,   writing class and accounting. fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i think this week won't seem to be working out well as i'd hope since i've been pretty cranky at everyone and everything. i still have loads of school stuff to do. i've been forgetting to do things left and right. sayang ang mga post it notes ko. and yeah. master procrastinator, i haven't been sleeping well at all because so many things are running in my head. damn it. it's our college week. thanks to my being a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining now my dear. &lt;br /&gt;and yeahhhhhh... things also, have been quite unpredictable lately and it's a bit scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so weird. and funny. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-4897084912491410549?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/4897084912491410549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=4897084912491410549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4897084912491410549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4897084912491410549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-entry-down-by-sea-is-where-i-drown.html' title='Blog Entry down by the sea is where I drown my scars'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4349770278580066809</id><published>2008-11-07T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:21:51.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMBREAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IszSyBuqjo/SRQWrIJMtDI/AAAAAAAAADc/TJsLCoYlrTo/s1600-h/DSC08633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Mag-aaral na ako mag-aral. Hanggang sa muli kaibigan.</title><content type='html'>Last na cut ko na yung kanina. Mag-aaral ako ng mabuti para sa mga long exams ko this week. At mas lalo akong mag-aaral para sa finals ko next week. Babawasan ko na ang pagbabad sa internet. Mag-aaral ako para mataas grades ko. Promise yan. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am concerned that I have not written anything of substance in my blog. This is quite surprising for me because I am by nature a substantial person. Lol. I’m just kidding. And I know a lot of you would disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3 this morning. Usually when this happens to me I have something to think about or something that I have to do. It’s my body’s mechanism to let me know. It’s like the other day; I woke up at the same time and instantly realized that I had not turned the alarm on before I went to sleep. So I did it and promptly fell asleep. This time around, no thoughts. No burning activity to do anything. So I was laying there racking my brains out. And still nothing. And then I got to thinking about the conversation I had with my cousin last last year?. She said that when this happens, someone is thinking or talking about you. I agreed with her then. Problem now is who could be thinking about me at that time of the morning. And if you are, can you please refrain from doing so between the hours of 12 and 7 am. Thanks. Much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things have been.... well nuts. This is honestly the hardest point of my life. I am still sick of school. I don't know what’s going on, but I'm sick and tired of being so goddamn sick and tired. I'm totally screwed and no matter what I do, I’m fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah right, I know. I know there's always going to be someone you can't make happy. There's always going to be someone who thinks they know better and gets glee from putting you down. Sometimes doing the right thing is the hardest thing you've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to please everyone once. That of course didn't work out. I then tried to just to make myself happy. That went just as badly. I wish the world wasn't so fucking judgmental. If we could make it that way, the world could be damn near perfect. No one says you have to agree with them. Just step back and think. That would make all the difference in the world to someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to quit caring about what other people think when everyone is against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah yeah yeah I sort of feel inferior about my classmates. I hate the damn feeling even though I can sense that I’m far way better than them. Weird. And yeah, I love my mother. I love her a lot. But there is no way in hell I'm ever going to get her to understand that my course is driving me insane that’s why I always ditch my classes. But yeah, I’m still aware of my shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish life had save points. Then I'd just have to remember to save every 10 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, once finals are done, I'll be back to regular posting. Until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-8045990884715183279?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/8045990884715183279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=8045990884715183279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8045990884715183279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8045990884715183279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/09/totally-screwed-mag-aaral-na-ako-mag.html' title='Totally screwed. Mag-aaral na ako mag-aral. Hanggang sa muli kaibigan.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4826555885811003331</id><published>2008-09-24T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:32:21.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhke it bebe</title><content type='html'>Oh my dear chienne, what a lazy afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am writing this down but I'm too tense to sleep and it might make me feel better. There again, I am typing with my left hand cause I'm too lazy to press the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's 5:33 pm and I'm exhausted and upset and I need to sleep but oh God I have 4 fucking chapters to review for our Biology exam. Like shit. Again, another majorly minor subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos i have to memorize pa our song sa phist. Tapos mute yung kanta and all that shit. But yeah, Mai will get it done for me. She loves me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm pretty pumped up for tomorrow. Haha. Una ko natype, TOMOWWOW. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labo e no.&lt;br /&gt;Basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AY SHIT. I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION. NEXT SEMESTER, WALA NA AKONG SATURDAY CLASSES. SO HURRAHHHH! :PPPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-4826555885811003331?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/4826555885811003331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=4826555885811003331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4826555885811003331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4826555885811003331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/09/shhhke-it-bebe.html' title='Shhhke it bebe'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-2472290700375661892</id><published>2008-09-20T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:53:40.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FILIPINOS LOSE POINTS FOR CLASS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON, NILAGAY KO MGA GANITONG KANTA SA IPOD KO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akoy natisod, natapilok, di maingat sa pagmamahal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;tangene. bat ang baduy ng mga pinoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ay mali yung tanong ko, bakit kailangan ng tagalog version ng mga sumisikat na foreign songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;sabihin niyo nga, BAKIT?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;wala ng klas ang pinoy. hindi na marunong panatalihin ang pagiging orig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;naiinis lang ako na natatawa at akalain mo ba namang na lss kami ni geliza sa clumsy, este sa lampa na kanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;like wtf. the phil industry is sinking. you know plenty of ear drum killing tunes have already gone by. Pero mas nagdudugo tenga ko sa mga bagong kantang narinig ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;First was the tagalog version of umbrella. Tapos nagulat ako nung merun na rin yung clumsy nga. And then low, tapos with you. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;We know naman di ba na filipinos are like good musicians and i am perplexed as to why these pices of junks are blasting through the airwaves. Yeah it could be pure novelty but nonetheless, its a waste of airtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Im not being snobbish naman, its just that i dont appreciate songs that are contrived in lyrics and beat, and yeah those translated ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;People of the philippines, i believe that we have more talent to spare than waste our time in these senseless things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;If you really must know and hear these songs, tune in to love radio sumthing. Haha. If you're like jologs haha, you'll surely love that radio station. Haha. Mamaya mademanda na ako dhil sa blog entry na to a. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;UPDATE: Now, even bleeding love has a tagalog version na. Uhhhh. Is this what our local music industry is today? When will this all come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;OMG. BLEEDING EARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-2472290700375661892?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/2472290700375661892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=2472290700375661892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2472290700375661892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2472290700375661892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/09/filipinos-lose-points-for-class.html' title='FILIPINOS LOSE POINTS FOR CLASS.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-2147709255758796882</id><published>2008-08-26T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:51:52.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prelims'/><title type='text'>PATAS DAPAT. DAPAT PATAS.</title><content type='html'>Binigay na prelim grades sa management at philo. Na naging dahilan kung bakit wala akong kasing badtrip ngayon. Putangina.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Hindi kasi ako natutuwa sa sistema nila. Una sa lahat, parang napunta lang sa wala lahat ng kasipagan at oras na binuhos ko para mag-aral. Pangalawa, matataas scores ko sa quizzes pero dahil lang sa prelims mahihila yung dapat sanang mayabang na grade. Hindi naman sa mayabang, pero sana yung grade na katuwatuwa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ganito kasi. Dahil marami kami sa college, natural lang na iba iba professor di ba? Kumbaga, swertehan lang yan. Kung matapat sayong prof e yung basic magpatest, yung tipong 20 item quiz lang dahil madalas na hindi pumasok o kaya naman hindi nagpaparecitation. Yung mga ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Naisip ko lang kasi na unfair sa part namin. Ay mali, malas lang talaga kami.&lt;br /&gt; Dahil natapat na mga prof sa amin e yung bawat quiz 100 items agad at ang masaklap pa mahirap kaya wag kang magtataka kung kalahati o mas mababa pa ang makukuha mong score. Yung mga prof na araw araw at ginagawang malaking percentage ng grade ang recitation na halos mabobo ka na matorete sa kakabasa mo ng libro para palagi kang handa kung sakaling matawag ka para tumayo sa gitna ng klase at sumagot ng katakutakut na mga tanong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Parang wala kaming pinagpapaguran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kahit ba naman sabihin natin na departmental ang exams sa mga subject na may mantaining grade na 2.5 e parang wala lang yun kung mataas ka at lalong dehado ka kung bagsak mo kasi iisipin mo na ang swerte nung iba na madali mga quizzes kasi pwedeng pwede na mahila grade nila dahil paniguradong matataas sila sa exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Swertehan talaga. Kahit ba naman i base sa realidad, na totoong studyante ang gumagawa ng grade e malaking factor ang tipo ng pagtuturo ng professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ang hirap sa Alfredo M. Velayo College of Accountancy. Matira matibay dito. 23 sections ngayong first year. Sana pagdating ng 4th year na 10 sections na lang ang natitira e palarin akong makasampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wag ko sanang maisipang mag-shift sa ibang course. May finals pa naman. Sana swertehin para naman mahila mga grades ko. Hindi naman ako bagsak. Pero sa estado ng prelim grades ko, parang hindi ko masabing 4am ako natulog para pagaralan yung lesson na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yung mga ganung bagay.&lt;br /&gt; Gusto ko lang naman sabihin na sana, patas ang sistema. Para ang maiwan sa huli... E MGA HASA.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ansarap sigurong maging CPA sa hinaharap. Pera to mga kababayan.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;!-- --&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="relatedlinks"&gt;&lt;div class="taglinks"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a rel="tag" href="http://kalayd.multiply.com/tag/prelims"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-2147709255758796882?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/2147709255758796882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=2147709255758796882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2147709255758796882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2147709255758796882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/08/patas-dapat-dapat-patas.html' title='PATAS DAPAT. DAPAT PATAS.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-2918514416513219982</id><published>2008-08-07T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:25:33.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READ.</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon reade. Sorry for my tardiness, but I do have an excuse you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First of all, I am not feeling too wonderful and second there's really nothing interesting to blab about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And bigla ko lang naisip, It must be absolutely crap to be a chicken. And realize one day that you are among the tastiest animal on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Buti na lang maganda akong baboy. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ano na ba feeling maging kolehiyala?&lt;br /&gt;Masarap :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mas malaki ang eyebags, mas cool.&lt;br /&gt; Okay mag-cram, lumalabas ang tunay na talino at diskarte sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt; Di mo kelanan magbreakfast sa bahay. Pwede naman yan gawin sa classroom habang nagkaklase.&lt;br /&gt; Magiging madasalin ka. Pagdadasal mo na absent o wag dumating ang prof kung di ka nag-aral.&lt;br /&gt; Okay lang malate, wag lang magabsent.&lt;br /&gt; Pag sinabi ng klasmet mo na di siya nakapagaral, humanda ka mapeperfect niya quiz.&lt;br /&gt; Di uso ang humble. Kahit wala kang alam, wag ka pahalata. Nasa nagdadala lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pontifical Church.&lt;br /&gt; Brilliant Students.&lt;br /&gt; Brain-whacking terms.&lt;br /&gt; Catholic Culture.&lt;br /&gt; Life-long pride.&lt;br /&gt; Fashionable students ;D&lt;br /&gt; Big eyebags.&lt;br /&gt; Notorious Professors.&lt;br /&gt; Hell exam weeks.&lt;br /&gt; Stressful Lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt; Friendlu competitions.&lt;br /&gt; Nosebleed Final Exam.&lt;br /&gt; Heart-stoppin results.&lt;br /&gt; Diehard friendships.&lt;br /&gt; Forever thomasian values. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proud to be a thomasian :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-2918514416513219982?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/2918514416513219982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=2918514416513219982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2918514416513219982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2918514416513219982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/08/read.html' title='READ.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-1597552549120345878</id><published>2008-07-21T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:15:32.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On paranoia, lies and exaggeration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's alot of depressing stuff at the moment. Or maybe their exaggeration last night just pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please just bare with this post. Im just practicing my right to express. And if you dont have anything good to say that could perhaps cheer me up, please, just fuckoff, dont butt in here kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So here's the shit. Yesterday, Jio fetched me here around 3pm. Papunta kami sa SM so sa Uste kami dumaan. Nung una, mali yung gate na lalabasan, so ang nangyari e mahabang lakaran. Yeah, because of my own stupid fault. Hindi ko pa rin pala kabisado ang Uste. Skay sa jeep, then pagdating sa mall, we went straight sa pagbibilihan niya. So clear na kaya ko siya kasama kahapon e dahil may hiningi siyang favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After nun, pumunta kami sa supermarket kasi bumili siya ng cologne, tas pumila kami ng isang oras para bayaran yun. Pagkatapos nun, nagtingin kami sa oxygen kasi naghahanap ako ng panregalo. Tas naghanap kami ng sandals ko. Nakiupo sa artwork. Tapos nagutom so nilibre niya ako sa Greenwich, at dahil magsisimba pa kami, nagtake out na lang. Taxi na, tas pumunta sa Uste Church. Pagkatapos pumunta kami dito sa bahay. Kumain ng pizza. Nagkulitan nila Mai at Kim. Tas ayaw namin pauwiin si Jio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So yun. Nag gm ako, ang sabi ko, Nagdate kami ni Jio. Hahahaha. Sabay pweh.&lt;br /&gt; Walang malisya sa parte ko. Kasi tropa ko yun eh. Ewan sa kabutawan nga ibang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sabay may biglang nag gm. Sinasbi na as if hindi alam kung bakit kami nagkasama and all that shit. Na wag ipagmalaki. Na tara utol awayin natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like what the fuck. Dude, if i were in your place, i would see things in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sabay ng gm ang kanyang magiting na utol. Na ngayon lang ako nasama sa list. Sinasabi na wag pilitin kung di ka niya mahal. Cge paglaban mo, pero wag kang manggulo. Bilis dumepensa. Mga ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shit ano? At dahil nainggit kami ni Kim, nag gm din siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tas tuloy tuloy lang. Tas sinasabi nila ngayon kay jio na joke lang daw yun, tas nag gm sila na they were referring daw to magkaibang tao. Like what the fuck. Ang labo.Sabi joke, pero magkaibang tao? Tas sasabihin na laos na palusot ko, e palusot nila ang laos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nag gm ako. Let's all be faggots sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt; React naman siya, sabi magisa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Na shock rin nga pala si jio sa mga gm nung utol.&lt;br /&gt; At ang sabi sa akin ni Jio, na pabayaan na lang sila at yung mga sinasabi nila, kasi hindi naman daw talaga nila ako kilala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So pasensya, akoy dumepepensa lamang.&lt;br /&gt; Batuhan lang to ng katampalasan ng uri ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kung dinadaan sa biro ang mga bagay, bakit ang labo?&lt;br /&gt; Mabait ako basta wag mo ako tratuhin na parang gago.&lt;br /&gt; Wala sa lugar ang magselos.&lt;br /&gt; At hinay sa paghanap ng mga kakampi mo. Hindi mo ba naiisip ano maaaring maging tingin sa akin ng mga tao dahil sa mga kabutawan mo? Ang babaw parekoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oo, malamang kilala niyo tinutukoy ko. Gusto ko bulgar para mayabang. Una sa lahat, wala naman akong mali hindi ba? Kung may kakampihan ka lang, at masasabing masama tungkol sa akin, alalahanin mong nakikibasa ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hindi ko kaylangan ng awa o kakampi tungkol dito. Basta malinaw na nasabi ko gusto ko, dinepensahan ko sarili ko, naintindihan ako ni jio at ng ibang tao, walang ibang nagalit sa akin, tapos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And yeah, im not saying that im the victim in this. Pero, how will people look up to me na di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ah well. Im pleased to say that my mood has finally lifted.&lt;br /&gt; I have dan. And I certainly dont need another one. Not even Jio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck the lot of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So sinuman na makagets dito, naglalahad lang ako ng saloobin ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Peace be with you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-1597552549120345878?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/1597552549120345878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=1597552549120345878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1597552549120345878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1597552549120345878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-paranoia-lies-and-exaggeration.html' title='On paranoia, lies and exaggeration.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-1622001858963811474</id><published>2008-07-12T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:26:52.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amvcoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Bts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally had something to blog about. So the past few days were tiring. Hindi na uubra ang basic lang yun epek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nga pala, umuwi ako sa belabed hometown. At wala lang. tulad ng dati, excited silang makita ang pagbabago sa aking mukha! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At bumalik din ako dito sa manila nung lingo kasama ang mga magagaganda kong gelplen. At as usual, pagdating sa double happiness e uubusin namin ni an yung isang linggo naming allowance para bumili ng waffle, cheese burger, puto, barbeque at maraming marami pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pagdating dito sa bahay nag pa yellow cab naman si Kim. Kaya wag na kayong magtaka na pumuputok na ako pag akyat ko sa rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. Kahapon, wala lang nman, masaya kasi puro discussions lang. Tapos nung recitation sa Filipino, natawag ako. Sabi Mendoza. Tanong ko, "Ako ba yon?" Tae. Kasi nasanay na ako na mula second year e may kasama akong mendoza sa room. At inaantay ko pa rin hanggang ngayon e hinihintay ko pa rin na sabihin na Mendoza, Clyde. Muntanga. Pero ganun talaga buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kanina naman p.e ko. Hindi ako magaling sa badminton, pero mas butaw pa pala sila sa akin. Paguwi ko naman, dumamba si Anna Melissa at pumunta rito sa bahay para magchismis. Nakakamiss. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pagdating sa school, discussions pa rin. Sabay quiz sa english. Medyo madali. Recitation sa Philo na di pa rin ako tinatawag, discuss na rin. At nakakabutaw na exam sa BA. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At dahil medyo maaga ang dismissal, pumunta ako, si geli, tin, jon at koko sa readers cafe sa lib para tikman yung cake na ang pangalan ay BETTER THAN SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. At kumain kami dun sa bandang main bldg at syempre letrato!&lt;br /&gt; Pagkatapos bumili ng coke, at siomai. Kaya wala akong naipon para sa papanregalo ko kay Manong. Haha. Bawal kasi magtipid pag gutom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. Masaya pa rin naman. Naeenjoy ang independence. Haha. Sana lang wag masyado mastress sa pagaaral. Ayoko na pwersahin. Haha. Relakk lang, Gawing basic, basta magaral, At PETIKS DAW. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At yan, may nablog din ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butaw alam ko, kaya walang magkocomment dito.&lt;br /&gt; Ansarap niyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-1622001858963811474?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/1622001858963811474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=1622001858963811474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1622001858963811474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1622001858963811474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/07/bts.html' title='Bts.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-2506589846056669673</id><published>2008-07-08T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:10:02.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kabataan'/><title type='text'>Ganito na ang kids ngayon.</title><content type='html'>Eksena sa mcdo.&lt;br /&gt; Dalawang chikitings, naglalaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kid1: May good news ako!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; Kid 2: Ano yun?&lt;br /&gt; Kid1: Nagtext si mama, sabi niya na sa evergotesco daw siya.&lt;br /&gt; Kid2: Ano good news dun?&lt;br /&gt; Kid1: Pag nawala si mama sa ever, forever na tayong maglalaro dito!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hahah. O ano masasabi niyo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-2506589846056669673?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/2506589846056669673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=2506589846056669673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2506589846056669673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2506589846056669673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/07/ganito-na-ang-kids-ngayon.html' title='Ganito na ang kids ngayon.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-2197505677540703697</id><published>2008-06-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:35:23.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadukutan ako sa trinoma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;taena. kanina nag blog pa ako na ang saya ng araw ko bago kami umalis, ganun pala mangyayari sa pupuntahan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganito kasi yun, yung pinsan ko na galing thailand e imimeet ko raw sa trinoma, e di ko pa kaya pumunta dn mag isa, kaya nagpasama ako ke mai at kim papunta dun. e sagot rin lang naman pala kami ng pinsan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, ayos naman papunta, taxi lang.&lt;br /&gt;pagdating dun super dami ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;tas nakasama na namin pinsan ko kasama kaibigan niya.&lt;br /&gt;na shock pa nga sila ke kim e, sabi "ay may tisay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. tas yun lakad lakad ikot ikot.&lt;br /&gt;nagpalibre kasi ako sa pinsan ko dahil mapera siya ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagktapos ko magpalibre, humiwalay kaming tatlo kasi bibili raw ng damit.&lt;br /&gt;napadpad kami kung saan saan kasi di makapili si kimoy ng bibilhan ng damit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madami ng kaming naikutan, hanggang sa mauwi kami sa people are people.&lt;br /&gt;naghahalungkat kami ng mga damit, tas may napili na ako. susukat ko na dapat at sinabihan na ako ni mai na punta ng fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ewan ko kung bakit hindi pa ako pumunta nun.&lt;br /&gt;tapos halungkat pa rin kahit may napili na ako.&lt;br /&gt;sabay sukat na, ayos naman.&lt;br /&gt;pagkalabas fitting room, bayad na dapat.&lt;br /&gt;sabay kita ko wala na sa bag ko yung wallet ko.&lt;br /&gt;e di nag panic ako, kasi lahat ng pera ko nandun, at wala na ako pambayad sa bibilhin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umutang muna ke kimoy, kasi gusto ko talaga yung blouse.&lt;br /&gt;habang papunta sa pinsan ko, super nanginginig ako kasi natakot at nashocked talaga ako sa nangyari. nagalit nga pati nanay ko at super nag aalala sila sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas yun, pinuntahan na ulit pinsan at pinalitan niya yung perang nadukot sa akin at binigyan kami ng pangkain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dahil late na, take out na lang kami sa burger king.&lt;br /&gt;pauwi nag abang ng taxi.&lt;br /&gt;at ayun, safe naman na nakauwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least hindi ako napano di ba. materyal na bagay nga lang yan. pero nakakatrauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko wala na yung wallet ko, at nakakahinayang yung mga hs id ko,wala na ako remembrance sa rs,tska yung mga ibang letrato pa dun na wala na akong ibang kopya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabay nung kumakain ako sa bahay, nagtext mama, tinext daw siya ng people are people sa trinoma. dun nga. nakita daw wallet ko sa lamesa dun, at bente na lang laman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, sabi ko na nga ba. yung babaeng super sinisiksik ako habang naghahalungkat siya ng damit,at nakapagtataka kasi nga super siksik siya e ang luwang luwang naman. at isang kamay lang gamit niya habang halungkat damit. taena, bat di ko napansin. antae tlaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya yan. lesson learned. magingat sa susunod at wag magdala ng malaking pera pag gumagala. wag ilagay ang atm sa pitaka at kung maaari wag ng mag pitaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay, nakaka trauma. pers taaaaaym. pers taym gumala ng malayuan, nadukutan naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, salamat sa concern ng mga nagtext. lalo na kila son at chai at meh at clarissa at valerie at jio at sa iba pa. andami kasi nagtext e. haha. kayo a, nagaalala pala kayo sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa lahat ng blockmates ko na chineck pa kung nakauwi na ako. wow. bait niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kay miggy! wow, special mention!&lt;br /&gt;sabi niya kasi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kailangan mo ba ng pera? Sabihin mo lang kung kailangan mo. Ingat ka na lang sa susunod. Malamang kasi body bag gamit mo tapos nakalagay sa likod mo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned talaga!&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kayo, mag-ingat sa mga mandurukot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labing isang buwan na pala akong mayumi.&lt;br /&gt;Sabay next week puro test kaya todo aral ako bukas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa wednesday at thursday, recollection, walang klase.&lt;br /&gt;At sa saturday walang pasok. Kaya makakauwi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Nasingit ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;Magingat kayo mga butaw sa mandurukut.&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/7824398683818415572-2197505677540703697?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/2197505677540703697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=2197505677540703697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2197505677540703697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2197505677540703697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/06/nadukutan-ako-sa-trinoma.html' title='Nadukutan ako sa trinoma.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-6536031355070750618</id><published>2008-06-18T00:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:53:58.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I passed the scholarship admission exam. Hurray.&lt;br /&gt; Nagtext si Mama last sat super haba ng message. Haha. Super happy daw sila and proud. Siguro kasi bawas gastusin. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt; Haha. Sikat daw si papa sa office nila cause ako yung nagtop. Hahaha. Mayabang na ba? Haha. Proud lang ako at super saya. Grabe di ko kasi inasahan.&lt;br /&gt; Haha.  Ganda pa raw na gift yun para sa father's day. Kasi pinasikat ko raw si papa. Haha.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, kelanan ko pa rin naman mag-aral ng mabuti kasi kelanan ko imaintain grades ko.&lt;br /&gt; Tumawag pa nga pala grandma ko kagabi, may good news raw. Hindi niya alam na nung sat ko pa alam. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So yun, i-congrats niyo naman ako. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-6536031355070750618?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/6536031355070750618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=6536031355070750618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/6536031355070750618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/6536031355070750618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-7140508033776687860</id><published>2008-06-06T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:16:43.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>See you when I get Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tumingin ako sa salamin kanina, ahm habang nagpipicture and then........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw the years fall away. In front of me stood the shy teenager that I was, can be, and still am. Strange how skin stretches and changes, and yet, inside, inside that physical, tactile, sense filled self, is the same person as you were in your teens. 16 now on the outside, I am still short, I have short hair na rin,but inside, inside I am still the sensitive, fragile jangle of emotions that I was when I was younger. I still have seconds of emotional brilliance contrasted with adolescent, self-indulgent troughs of despair. I still fundamentally believe that it is better to feel, to lose, to hurt than never to have loved, felt or cried with the sobs of the truly devastated .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; I have been lonely but never been on my own. I have always sought the comfort of another's arms to take away my pain, the sweet softness of another's lips to salve my hurt. Maybe it is time now, time to face reality in the mirror and look at myself as I really am. Is my boat so weathered by storms, that I cannot paint its splintered boards, sew its scraps of mainsail or hammer its rusty nails myself? Is it always necessary to sail into new seas to escape the leaks when all they do is follow me spilling their sadness wherever I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time. Time to set my own course, select my own star rather than the apparent glamour of another's. Maybe it is time to scrape the rust off the anchor myself, and tend to it with sandpaper and iron, to forge a new, deeper, link. It will be painful, I know. Hard work inevitably is, especially when dealing with such a neglected ship, a ship of dusty corners and cabins which have been untended for years, that swim with sharks of yesterday, but maybe, just maybe, I shall find a brilliant shoal of multicolored angel fish, that shall ripple into my waters, or a sail ruffling wind that shall take me to shallow reefs where my newly sharpened anchor shall find soft sand and an easy tide in which to lie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Loneliness is not a state of being but a state of mind. I have been on my own and been desperately lonely. I have also been surrounded by people I love and still been lonely. Loneliness is not being on one's own. Sometimes, on the contrary, that is the release, the sanctum, from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Loneliness is not something to be feared either... It seems to loom in my psyche like the proverbial bearded monster under my bed, waiting, lurking, breathing heavily in the dark rooms of my mind. Now, its claws no longer scare me, its breath no longer tells me of long evenings and nights on my own, its eyes do not show me my pillows only dented on one side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I embrace it, hug it and drag it into the sunshine, and I see that its threats are like smoke that blow away on the wind, its eyes are glass and non seeing, and that its teeth are daggers created in my mind, and not in its own nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster of loneliness has been transformed into the friendly tongue hanging cocker spaniel, a constant but welcome companion. A desired and welcomed grassy path as opposed to a desperate walled up alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, wit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;hout this white page i won't be able to release this. My thirsty mind does not feel quenched until these words scrawl themselves across my mind. These words flow, flow like a beer into a glass, until the glass tips as it reaches the rim to show that there has been enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now I know that the promise of love around the corner still beckons me with its crooked finger and the world lies open at my feet like a blanket of dreams, waiting for me tiptoe over it, in sheer wonderment that I exist. Now I only have one dream, that this feeling of novelty, that is all ready for me to look, feel and sense in wonderment never changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A voyage of discovery waits. Hoist the mainsail and put up anchor. We sail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come, let's sail for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm. Just a little note to say my multiply is going on hiatus for a while, mainly because I am far too busy to post and don't seem to even when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not goodbye! I'll doubtless be back to post about my college life. Just don't expect anything regular. I will be back...just not very often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So the bottom of this tiny window rises to meet me, like a landing strip, to show me, that for today, enough has been said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long my blogspot buddies. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; See you when I get back. Kung makakauwi cause my saturday classes ako. Imma miss you all. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-7140508033776687860?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/7140508033776687860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=7140508033776687860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7140508033776687860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7140508033776687860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/06/see-you-when-i-get-back.html' title='See you when I get Back.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-8712630600540705729</id><published>2008-06-06T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:11:22.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lover'/><title type='text'>WE ARE ONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;            Falling in love is like a stone falling into a pool. At first, there is the splash of ecstasy; of water meeting stone; of softness meeting hardness; of two elements, fundamentally different, coming together and making one. This is the glorious passion of the first few meetings where you meet and become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Then the ripples start growing larger as you gently meet others in your circles. Your family and your close friends meet the other and you see your lover reflected in their eyes, and their worlds. Slowly you learn more, both about your lover and your friends and family as the ripples grow larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Then you become an acknowledged couple. The ripples have fused and you are recognized as being together in the larger circles. Still fundamentally different, one a hard stone, one yielding water, you become a third entity, together ready to rest together, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Finally, the ripples reach the end of the pond. The degree of depth changes and become shallower. You find those ripples further away from that initial passion, that beginning splash that combined you together. Either you both move together into a further dimension or become part of the main fabric of society, happy and co-joined, stone and water, or else, lose that essential connection to that first splash and divide once more into separate elements. Of course, even if you divide, you are changed. Even if one of you is still a stone, and one of you is still water, your essential matter has experienced that immutability of stone and the freedom of water. You move on to seek a different pool, another body of water, to make your own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When I am with you, the stars are in their places; the planets align perfectly, and even the air smiles with pleasure and comfort. Being with you is like being in an old, comfortable, warm armchair that enfolds me. The love of music and words has bound us together. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And the excitement, the passion - when I look into your eyes, I get the same fluster, the same rise of passion as I did when we first met.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;       My lover has a smile that goes straight to my hips and a laugh that shakes me at the knees. He has eyes which make my skin tingle, and lips which make my mind sing. When he touches me, all is right in the world, the planets are suddenly aligned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- [if !supportLineBreakNewLine] --&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Unlike other relationships, I am not half a person when I am away from him though. I am fully able to function, to go for hours without thinking of him, completely able to immerse myself into other things and yet...and yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;When we are together, our two halves become whole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Wholly complete apart and completely whole together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Though missing you is a shattering thing, and when I feel like reaching out but grasping nothing, We are one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-8712630600540705729?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/8712630600540705729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=8712630600540705729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8712630600540705729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8712630600540705729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-are-one.html' title='WE ARE ONE.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-1419231245240711134</id><published>2008-06-06T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:00:36.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>But I am Blogging</title><content type='html'>I should be cleaning my nails, feeding my makulit bro, making myself some healthy snack but instead, I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about blogging that is just so addictive? I long for the comments, love reading what my fellow multiply buddies have been up to and their latest thoughts. I feel remiss, as though something is missing when I don't blog in a day. At least thrice a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, an addictive personality anyway by nature, I am completely hooked to blogging, to my blog and to perusing others. But, the eternal question, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, blogging is a release. As I write, I feel the tension in my shoulders seep through my fingers, to be released in letters which swim, like fish, away into the blogosphere. But if that was the case, then why doesn't writing in a diary feel the same? It must be the recognition, or the public aspect of blogging which makes it so satisfying and so addictive. For me, certainly, it is probably the only way which I will ever reach a public audience, and somehow, seeing one's work in type, out there in cyberworld does give one a buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it is the sense of belonging, of recognition, of being part of a community where one's deepest thoughts and feelings are not laughed at, but instead, are carefully considered and commented on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, give me comments. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-1419231245240711134?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/1419231245240711134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=1419231245240711134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1419231245240711134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1419231245240711134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/06/but-i-am-blogging.html' title='But I am Blogging'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-492643249423400307</id><published>2008-06-05T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:00:07.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>time to grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Full up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a swimmer bursting to the surface, the sun has come out in my life. I have got back in control and back on top of my emotions, my family and myself. I am just, frankly, so effin content at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;So the past days have been horrible; a time to forget, and move on away from. I have been so down, but down without fully realizing what has been happening to me. My concentration is shot to pieces, any work takes me hours and I never seem to finish, not to mention Im so pressured. I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in a vortex of confusion, tiredness and apathy, and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;But finally, the clouds are lifting. At last my mood seems to be climbing up again having been really low over the past days or so. It now appears to be settling in and staying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;I know my confusion and depression could always come back. But until it does, I am going to get out there, create the things I have always wanted and start putting my dreams into action, right now, right here, today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, you see, my life is full and brimming. Time to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. To ate Kuristeen, Thank you so much for all your notes. Mwaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-492643249423400307?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/492643249423400307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=492643249423400307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/492643249423400307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/492643249423400307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-to-grow-up.html' title='time to grow up'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-119215800197125087</id><published>2008-06-05T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:35:56.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love came into my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we don't know how much we have until it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love came into my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;like sunshine, curling its fingered rays round the curtains, creeping through the cracks in the window frame, lighting up the long dark corners of my heart's room. It came as a draught under the door, as dust that magically appears in the city, as quietly and stealthily as a cat stalking a bird. I didn't notice it build up, I didn't see the footprints it made padding across my heart. I didn't hear its soft, seductive, sensual whispers in my ears, its silken caresses across my skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It wheedled its tune like a violin; it whined like a petulant toddler, it stuck to me like a burr in the grass - unnoticed, unheard, unseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, only in its absence do I hear its scream, only in its absence do I feel its pain, only in its absence do I see its brilliance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS. Nagpagupit nanaman ako. Ang iksi. Ubos na buhok ko. Lol&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/7824398683818415572-119215800197125087?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/119215800197125087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=119215800197125087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/119215800197125087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/119215800197125087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-came-into-my-life.html' title='Love came into my life.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4421212566772096555</id><published>2008-06-03T23:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:33:03.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complications.</title><content type='html'>What's the latest we came up with?&lt;br /&gt;That if you don't want complication IN your life, complication's gonna follow you (anyway) so...what's the point. Might as well complicate things, right? Well, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I never wanted to do Formula--in anything. What's Life supposed to be? Get off school, i mean after college dude, get a job, make money, get hitched, buy a house, have kids and...a partridge in a pear tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh...raincheck on that one, boss. Routines always kill me. I'd just as soon fall asleep when things follow a pattern as I would probably jump into a new complication that pops into view.&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl with a boyfriend, which I know is the lowest of my being a bastard but let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice wanting what you can't truly have, getting a taste of something and knowing you can't really have it all. And i guess in the situation, it only serves to make you stay interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course, I've learned a thing or two: like, love, no matter how emphatically expressed and hinged to whatever committment, can detour to complications. You know the drill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really rambling, really, 'cause I've got nothing to do. Funny, that after a day? of not having anything to write about, you suddenly have a thing to say about something, insignificant though. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we'll do the right thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just growing old, mellowing out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;No lessons to be learned here, kids. Be good and stay with the routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-4421212566772096555?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/4421212566772096555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=4421212566772096555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4421212566772096555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4421212566772096555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/06/complications.html' title='Complications.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3762849268797698135</id><published>2008-06-03T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:32:42.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm changing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like a failure because I'm struggling to become something, and I do not even know what it is. All i know how to do is to get by. Someday, if I discover my purpose, I will feel I am beginning to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;it in almost everything I do, I'm aware that I'm different. In loads of different ways. And I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know; I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my Mum, for instance. I'm not as close to her as I used to be. It's like I'm seeing her in a new light. I've never been able to really confide in her, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always complaining.  She's never happy.  And she doesn't hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's never sympathetic, or really comforting. If I come home upset when people have been pissing me off, she tells me it's my fault because I reacted to it. I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel lost in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel ready for college. Not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just...don't feel like&lt;em&gt; me &lt;/em&gt;anymore. The madness hasn't surfaced in weeks. And I thought changing was gradual over the years, now it's like, it's been hitting me all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I hate it now, what am I going to be like as an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't cope with the pressure in college, what the hell am I going to do later on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3762849268797698135?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3762849268797698135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3762849268797698135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3762849268797698135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3762849268797698135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-changing.html' title='I&apos;m changing.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-6678035647962488161</id><published>2008-05-31T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:43:16.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Weirdness.</title><content type='html'>Ah. Right. This posts might look a little weird. This is because I started writing things kanina sa Word and never finished them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go back and trawl. Please leave comments, or I don't know how the writing is going, and I like to know how the writing is going. Well, I always know how the writing is going: it goes well. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am the awesome&lt;/strong&gt;, so the writing is as well. Only with your comments I have something to poke fun at without leaving the computer table. So please enjoy reading this. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah, more pretzels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-6678035647962488161?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/6678035647962488161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=6678035647962488161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/6678035647962488161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/6678035647962488161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/posting-weirdness.html' title='Posting Weirdness.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-2398588486145025252</id><published>2008-05-31T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:42:47.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams again.</title><content type='html'>Ok, the time has come. I knew it would, but it seems to have come quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to miss kalayaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to see (well not see really) rs people around. I could have sworn I saw Ma'am Sidon sa yellow jeep. Mr. Abarro in Royal with his arm around someone, and Ma'am V sa Royal din, carrying about fifty bags of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;it wasn't them! &lt;/em&gt;I'm going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very school-oriented dream last last night, too. I was in 4th year ulit raw and it was alllll different. There was a new English teacher, and she was really cool, and I did a really good piece of English for her and she complimented it in front of the entire class! [asa ako]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was a bit upset when she gave me only 93 for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Mr. Esporas brought his new baby sa school daw. And for some reason I started crying about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Kalayaan. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-2398588486145025252?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/2398588486145025252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=2398588486145025252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2398588486145025252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2398588486145025252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreams-again.html' title='Dreams again.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-5493475800759125507</id><published>2008-05-31T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:42:28.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Nightmare.</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;where the Guard from Mcdo stabbed me,&lt;br /&gt;then starting chasing me around carrying a large knife,&lt;br /&gt;whilst I struggled to climb out of the window to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-5493475800759125507?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/5493475800759125507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=5493475800759125507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5493475800759125507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5493475800759125507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/funny-nightmare.html' title='Funny Nightmare.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-131664719208453081</id><published>2008-05-29T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:17:37.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still a kid learning the responsibility of being an adult.</title><content type='html'>College na!&lt;br /&gt;*Blinks a Little*&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have looked forward and marvelled about the years afterwards. So much seems to have changed, yet if you look back, most has remained the same. I'm still at school. Still good at the same things, bad at the same things. I'm just that bit more mature and have a more realistic and practical view on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't. I actually can't. If I start typing I will never stop, and it will be capslocked, and it will contain numerous recurrences of the letter "f".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I may start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm so immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I pounded the desktop computer in frustration, then started crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-131664719208453081?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/131664719208453081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=131664719208453081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/131664719208453081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/131664719208453081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-still-kid-learning-responsibility-of.html' title='I&apos;m still a kid learning the responsibility of being an adult.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3866051011803670848</id><published>2008-05-29T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:16:43.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye munting bahay.</title><content type='html'>Aalis na ako sa 7. Sa 7 pa nga. Pero mamimiss ko ang aming munting bahay.&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang Sabado sa isang linggo ang pasok ko kaya malamang hindi na ako magkakaroon ng oras para umuwi kasi bukod sa sayang pamasahe, haha, e hassle pa. At wala na akong magiging pahinga nun. Kaya ang plano nila, sila ngayon ang bibisita sa akin sa Maynila. Ayos na, kesa sa mamiss ko sila ng sobra.&lt;br /&gt;Nag-impake na ako. Marami akong dalang libro. Haha. As if magagamit ko pagdating ko dun, e tamadis numero uno na nga ako.&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang hindi ako ma-homesick. At makatulog ako ng mahimbing sa magiging bagong tirahan ko, at kama ko.&lt;br /&gt;Roommate ko si Anna Mae, kaya siguradong malinis palagi kwarto namin! At kabahay ko din si Kimoy, kaya sigurado rin madami kaming pupuds palagi. Haha. Kaya kahit walang suporta magulang ko, mabubuhay pala ako. Ü. Haha. Joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;Problema ko lang talaga e hindi ako marunong magluto. At napakamuah rin ng schedule ko, nakakagutom. Kung ano ang breakfast ko, yun na din ang lunch ko. Problema ko din paglalaba. Hassle talaga e. Sunday na nga lang pahinga ko e. Kasi hanggang sabado pasok ko. Mamaya pumasok na ako ng hindi suot uniporme ko. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;At sana naman matuto na akong matulog ng maaga. At magising rin ng maaga! Ang dami kong hindi alam sa buhay. Wala akong alam sa kahit anong gawaing bahay.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kasi ako nasanay na nagkukusa kaya wala akong alam. Kaya hindi ko alam kung paano na ako pagdating ko dun.&lt;br /&gt;Ihahatid lang din pala ako. Akala ko magstay pa si mudra hanggang first day ng pasok ko. Hindi na daw pala. Tska bahala na raw ako sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Pero naisip ko lang.. Magsisimula ako ng walang kaalamalam. Palagay ko dun ako matututo at sisipag! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;At sana naman, matupad ko na yung palagi kong pramis na mag-aaral na ako ng mabuti. Kasi sayang tuition kung wala ako mapapala!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So goodluck sa akin! At sa mga magiging kabahay ko. :] Magkukulitan lang tayo panigurado. At mmaeenjoy siguro natin luho ni Kimoy. Hahahaha. Joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nga pala, hahakutin na rin kasi tong pc na hiniram ko. Hanggang linggo na lang to. :D&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sulit sulit na dn, kasi pagdating rin naman sa Maynila hindi ko narin mahaharap na magbabad sa internet e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya paalam na muna sa aming munting bahay. Sabi nila sa sembreak na lang daw ulit ako umuwi. Hahaha. Mamimiss ko kwarto ko. Shet. Yung kama ko. Yung bunso kong kapatid at yung nagbibinata rin. Lahat. Yung refrigerator. Nanay at tatay ko. Yung pangaasar nila. Haha. Para namang hindi na kami ulit magkikita e no.&lt;br /&gt;At may sun cellular sim na ako. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paalam na nga sa pc ko. Papaubaya ko muna sa binata dito. Paalam broadband. Makikinet na lang ako ke Kimoy. Haha. O kaya gamtin ko nalang cell phone. Or net shop. O gigimik na lang ako. Magiikot sa mall. Papasyal. Papaganda haha. Magsasaya. Papasyal. Gigimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanong palagi ng nanay ko, ano bang gagawin mo, mag-aaral o ano?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa susunod. Pipilitin ko rin i-update to. Palagi.&lt;br /&gt;So long blogspot buddies.&lt;br /&gt;Magseseryoso muna ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo napaaga lang tong post na to kasi ginanahan ako.&lt;br /&gt;Pero yung pc na hiniram ko e hanggang sa susunod pa na linggo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College na ako! :DD&lt;br /&gt;Misyo rs! At mga tao dun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3866051011803670848?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3866051011803670848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3866051011803670848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3866051011803670848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3866051011803670848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/bye-munting-bahay.html' title='Bye munting bahay.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4628736464015272842</id><published>2008-05-29T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:54:23.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day!</title><content type='html'>Happy day. Good day. Great day. Haha. I am exhausted though.&lt;br /&gt;The vacation is eating me alive. But in a friendly way.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  That sounded much more sordid than intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to blog in detail (it took me three attempts to type the word "detail"). Too tired to find a les sordid way of describing how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is so happy. Me misses my daren. My foul friends. My classmates. My tropa. Kalayaan. Camille. And si Julio! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Am freakishly dizzy na. Damn computer won't stay still.&lt;br /&gt;May have to lie down. The lights were already switched on. Goodnight. Sniffsniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our tenth. So yeah, I know evrerything will pay off in just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-4628736464015272842?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/4628736464015272842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=4628736464015272842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4628736464015272842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4628736464015272842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-day.html' title='A good day!'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-8373538959084905236</id><published>2008-05-27T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T05:50:22.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Girl and My Aspirin</title><content type='html'>I swear to God I'm becoming a good girl in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;But in two minutes I'm popping a paracetamol.&lt;br /&gt;A good girl's got to have her priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;It's like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-8373538959084905236?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/8373538959084905236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=8373538959084905236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8373538959084905236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8373538959084905236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-girl-and-my-aspirin.html' title='Good Girl and My Aspirin'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-859470398828407340</id><published>2008-05-26T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:53:09.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother!</title><content type='html'>Ate, asan ako nung bata ka pa? - bunso&lt;br /&gt;Wala ka pa. - me&lt;br /&gt;Asan nga? - bunso&lt;br /&gt;Nakay papa ka pa. Hahahah - me&lt;br /&gt;Asan? Di pa ginagawa? - bunso&lt;br /&gt;Oo ata. - me&lt;br /&gt;Mali ka. Nakay Jesus pa kami. - bunso&lt;br /&gt;Talaga? - me&lt;br /&gt;Oo. Wala ngang pagkain dun e.- bunso&lt;br /&gt;Pano ka nabubuhay? - me&lt;br /&gt;Di pala. Binigyan kami cookies nun. - bunso&lt;br /&gt;Ows. Haha. - me&lt;br /&gt;Oo. Mama ko nga nun si Mama Mary e. - bunso&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Totoo? - me&lt;br /&gt;Oo. May pakpak ako nun, kasi angel ako. - bunso&lt;br /&gt;E nasan na ngayon? - me&lt;br /&gt;Wala na. Kasi pinanganak na ako. Tska batman na ako ngayon - bunso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Yan ang usapan namin ng 5 taon na bunso kong kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;Mamimisssssssss ko siya :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-859470398828407340?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/859470398828407340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=859470398828407340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/859470398828407340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/859470398828407340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/brother.html' title='Brother!'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-343835632060774081</id><published>2008-05-26T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:49:54.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants = DEVIL</title><content type='html'>I have ants. They are scaring me. They are doing weird things. They are acting papansin.&lt;br /&gt;Parang ganito,&lt;br /&gt;If I must have ants, and it appears I must, I think it is normal, if I have not washed up, and find inquisitive ants in our kitchen checking out the food scraps. I think it is normal, if I have left fruit in the fruit bowl for too long, and then find hungry ants swarming over a busted mango. I do NOT think it is normal, when I have not washed up AND I have left fruit in the fruit bowl for too long, thus allowing the ants a multitude of NORMAL ant choices,  and find ants SWARMING ALL OVER THE LIGHT SWITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tas sa kama ko kagabi, oh shet. Andaming langgam.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid.  I am afraid of the ants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-343835632060774081?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/343835632060774081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=343835632060774081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/343835632060774081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/343835632060774081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/ants-devil.html' title='Ants = DEVIL'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-8103984512151891377</id><published>2008-05-26T00:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:44:55.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST!</title><content type='html'>So, this is my first official post here sa blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;Nafeel ko lang kasi ilagay yung mga past entries ko sa multiply. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Just bear with those non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, welcome me people! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-8103984512151891377?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/8103984512151891377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=8103984512151891377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8103984512151891377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8103984512151891377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/first.html' title='FIRST!'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-7484448241752665182</id><published>2008-05-26T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:43:21.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 3 hours earlier sa oras ng paggising ko para maglaba.&lt;br /&gt;So, nagpraktis ako pra alam ko na labhan mga damit ko sa Manila. Ang hirap.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng bag, shoes, at havs na dadalin ko, nalabhan ko na :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So, great for me! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-7484448241752665182?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/7484448241752665182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=7484448241752665182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7484448241752665182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7484448241752665182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-5200549401830414103</id><published>2008-05-26T00:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:42:58.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams can come true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;I had a dream last night that I met that lovely Ely Buendia. I was interviewing him. He was friendly and interesting and a little bit flirty, which is, funnily enough, exactly what I imagine that he is like. He didn't remember me, though, from all the other times I've met him - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in all my other dreams&lt;/span&gt; - but I suppose he meets a lot of people, in dreams. He didn't like being famous much. Poor Ely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;And then my dream provided me with what is actually a pretty good idea for a blog, much to my surprise, and even more surprisingly I have forgotten it on waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-5200549401830414103?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/5200549401830414103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=5200549401830414103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5200549401830414103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5200549401830414103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreams-can-come-true.html' title='Dreams can come true?'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-1912153755630159163</id><published>2008-05-26T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:42:32.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am feeling better</title><content type='html'>You can really get pissed off about not getting what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko malagyan ng damit penguin ko.&lt;br /&gt;Di ako makapagdownload ng songs.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ako bigyan ng panload. Pff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am going to kill those ants. Nilanggam yung kama ko! Dun kasi ako kumain kanina habang nuod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something to write on my journal and I'm gonna blog it tomorrow na lang. Kasi may father dear is mad na, cause maghapon akong online.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club penguin is love! :DD&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Ang aga ko namang mag-offline. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I am feeling better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-1912153755630159163?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/1912153755630159163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=1912153755630159163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1912153755630159163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1912153755630159163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-feeling-better.html' title='I am feeling better'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4467834036236680026</id><published>2008-05-26T00:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:42:10.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I ought to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Nalaman ko, kasi nagtanong ako! So nasa akin parehas ang parusa at ang sisi. Now, people are getting such a huge kick invading my personal life. Well, sa imagination ko lang naman. Pero hindi ako pinapatulog! Pag pipikit ako, yun makikita ko. :| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Nung una, I just cannot get over it. I simply cannot. I'm practically burning with rage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;I cannot believe you. You're such a disappointment. While you're making kwento, I coudn't help but cry.  Di ko magets. Pero I am beyond hurt. Im just frustrated. I just want to vent. And I need to straighten my thoughts because really, this is unacceptable to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Pero mali.. Dapat tanggap ko. I guess I'll just escape reality... Take me away please.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Yeahhh. Now I dont care about it na. I dont hate or despise the people involved in any way.. So not the drama. If I have to deal with it, so be it. I'll deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Im already having a hard time and this whole thing is stressing me out na. So, sige na. I'll stop making such a big deal out of it. It's so insignificant, yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop breathing if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you know, you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanted you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-4467834036236680026?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/4467834036236680026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=4467834036236680026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4467834036236680026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4467834036236680026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-things-i-ought-to-know.html' title='Some things I ought to know'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-5091463902308136760</id><published>2008-05-26T00:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:41:46.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke Time</title><content type='html'>Tanong:&lt;br /&gt;Bakit may black eye ang juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot:&lt;br /&gt;Kasi..........................................&lt;br /&gt;Nasa-pack! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanong:&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nakakamatay ang butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot:&lt;br /&gt;Kasi............................................&lt;br /&gt;It's "ment...ti...kill...ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Wula lang mga butaw!&lt;br /&gt;Im laughing not because I'm happy but because I have lost my mind :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-5091463902308136760?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/5091463902308136760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=5091463902308136760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5091463902308136760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5091463902308136760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/joke-time.html' title='Joke Time'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-221796410469853194</id><published>2008-05-26T00:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:41:30.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Cook</title><content type='html'>Wow. Sabi ko na e! :DDDDDDDDDD And nag-apologize si Simon. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Wala ako masabi! Ang saya talaga! I love you David Cook! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Well done America. Im so happy that a rocker came out on top. :D&lt;br /&gt;Great for you David Cook. I jumped up and screamed kanina nung sinabi na siya winner! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-221796410469853194?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/221796410469853194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=221796410469853194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/221796410469853194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/221796410469853194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook.html' title='David Cook'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-5813182911078347466</id><published>2008-05-26T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:41:14.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 21, 2008</title><content type='html'>Went out with my girlfriends. Plus Rj and Muffin.&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted but happy. Haha. Namiss ko kasi sila.&lt;br /&gt;Super kwentuhan kami ni An sa jeep papunta gapo. Tawa at machismis kami. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nagpunta sa bpi, kinuha ko atm ko.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos yellow jeep, di na namin alam magkano pamasahe. xp.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sa Mcdo, andun na si Kim pagdatin. May cheeseburger na at large fries. Pero kami hindi pa umorder kasi maaga pa. Haha. Kaya pinapak na lang namin fries niya.&lt;br /&gt;Kwentuhan sympre. Daldalan. Tungkol sa mga chuba, snuggles, ate daday, mga dvd ni An, Pbb, Gf ni Josef at marami pang iba na hindi ko maalala.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos dumating si Lay, ang iksi ng buhok. Bagong gupit.&lt;br /&gt;Tuloy chismisan. Tungkol sa Magdusa ka, Megan Fox. At marami pa rin iba. :DD&lt;br /&gt;At nagorder na kami, Letter C kami ni An, tas si Lay, nalimutan ko na.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Tapos nagpicture. Tapos tumuloy na sa times, kasi si Rj butaw pa, si Justin di raw pinayagan, si Jio din hindi. Si miggy? Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;Lakad. Lakad. Tas pagdating sa gate sabi ng guard, nalala niya daw si kana. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos pagdating sa times namangha sa Jaguar. Nagpicture. Marami! Tas pumasok na sa loob.&lt;br /&gt;Kami pa lang tao kya nagpicture kami sa may harap, sa stage. Yung patalon talon effect. At trinay namin na tumalon mula sa stage. Ako, si An at si Lay, kasi si Kim kumukuha ng pic.Pagtalon namin, napaupo kaming tatlo at di na nakatayo. Hahahaha. Kung lam niyo lang yung feeling. Kaya yun, yung stage lang nakuhaan.&lt;br /&gt;Tas pic pa din. Marami talaga. Para remembrance kasi matagal pa ulit bago kami makabalik sa times. Haha. Ayos din kasi tugtog e spongecola at parokya. Nakakamiss tuloy yung mga dati. Haha. Parang bumabalik ang hayskul. Pero yun happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;Nung napatugtog na Lupang Hinirang, tumayo kami :D&lt;br /&gt;Tapoos nagsimula na, trailer pa rin ng Narnia andun. Hahaha. Ayos ang 21 at nalimutan ko na yung iba.&lt;br /&gt;What happens in Vegas nga pala pinanuod namin. Tapos dumating na si Rj na hindi naligo at si Muffin.&lt;br /&gt;Ang ganda ng movie. Ang hot at super gwapo talaga ni Ashton kaya todo tili kami. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Ganda talaga! Sulit kasi sarap din mga kasama ko. :D&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatpos, napunta kami sa mall. Sa labas lang, kasi hindi kami makapagdecide san na kami pupunta. Nakita si Engel, pumayat. Mayabang kasi nagtetennis. Nakita rin namin si Son. Si Genesis at si Marco.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos bumagsak kami sa Mcdo. Nagcokefloat. At nagpicture.&lt;br /&gt;Lumayas si Rj. Pero bumalik. Tas di namn siya pinansin. Tas nag city square. Kasi gusto ni An ng waffle. Pero hindi siya bumili. Haha. Nagministop. BUmili nung mga payat na pretzels. Umupo. Nagpicture. Nagkwentuhan tungkol sa mga pe namin at sked sa pasukan.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos bumalik. Nakita nila An at Lay yng kras nila na kamukha ni Brendon.&lt;br /&gt;Nagpunta sa Greenhills. BUmili si kim ng dvd.&lt;br /&gt;Nakita nila ulit yung kras nila.&lt;br /&gt;Tas mall ulit, nagpaload si Kim. Tas dumaan odyssey. Naghanap sila ng album ng Panic.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos umakyat. FunhouseÜ. Nagbasketball kami. At race! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya! Lalo basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Tas nasundo na Kim.&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi na rin kami.&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Grabe namiss ko sila. Sayang nga lang andami kulang sa tropa. :| Gala dapaat yun ng lahat kasi pasok na ni Kamil at Jio nextweek e. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-5813182911078347466?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/5813182911078347466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=5813182911078347466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5813182911078347466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5813182911078347466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/march-21-2008.html' title='March 21, 2008'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-7127997921934010538</id><published>2008-05-26T00:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:40:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May the best David win</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was it. The last performance night of season seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cook in round 1, 'I still haven't found what Im looking for'. A very good song choice. The melody gave him a chance to show off his awesome vocal skills and he showed them off quite nicely. So I thought Cook did great in round 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cook in round 2, 'Dream Big' It wasn't bad, but it wasn't also great by any means. But his voice sounded phenomenal. I enjoyed this performance very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cook in round 3, 'The world I know' Haha. I shed tears when David started crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Archuleta in round 1, 'Don't let the sun go down on me' It was not his best of the season, even the best of the night in my opinion. Haha. It sounded quite weak for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Archuleta in round 2, 'In this moment' I just don't think it was ohhh what the fvckk, amazing. It was whiny actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Archuleta in round 3, 'Imagine' Everyone loved it the first time, why not try again huh? Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Judges in round 1, Why can't Randy see any flaws in Archuleta's performance? Anyway, I'm just glad Randy did not bash Cook's performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Judges in round 2, Again, nothing but praise for Archuleta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Judges in round 3, I'm griping on Simon! Archuleta's choice to do 'Imagine' was just safe and Cook took risks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sooooo. Boom. Im just disappointed with the judges' comments. Crap. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Cook &lt;/span&gt;was treated pretty badly tonight. And yeah, sorry if anything I said here angered any Archuleta fans. Haha. PeaceÜ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" &gt;My blog tomorrow will really be long[?] and annoyingly happy depending on the results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's ready for Ryan's very intense and overly-lengthy pause between "The American Idol 2008 is" and "David" and then another before he says the last name? I wouldn't put it past him. I just hope my poor heart holds up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;May the best David win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. What's up with all the boxing metaphors?&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-7127997921934010538?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/7127997921934010538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=7127997921934010538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7127997921934010538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7127997921934010538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-best-david-win.html' title='May the best David win'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-490373155546070755</id><published>2008-05-26T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:40:31.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, ano na-imagine niyo?</title><content type='html'>It is slightly disturbing to note how hard it can be to blog every day. The reason it is disturbing is that you realize how hard it is to say something interesting and new every day. And thus, you are brought face to face with the knowledge that, much as you might treasure the opposing belief, you are in fact both boring and repetitive. And when I say "you", I do mean "Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than say anything boring and repetitive today, I will leave it to your own imaginations na lang what I went in the whole day. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ano pumasok sa imagination niyo? Ü.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-490373155546070755?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/490373155546070755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=490373155546070755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/490373155546070755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/490373155546070755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-ano-na-imagine-niyo.html' title='So, ano na-imagine niyo?'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-2127943936029041198</id><published>2008-05-26T00:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:40:10.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarship Admissssssion Test</title><content type='html'>Last friday I took the PAGCOR Scholarship Admission Test. Dun nagwowork papa ko. At bawat empleyado na may anak na incoming college freshman e may chance na kumuha ng exam basta di bababa yung average sa 88. So kumuha ako. Nagrequire sila ng essay, tas pinasa yung report card. Akala ko yun lang kaya pabanjing banjing ako. Yun pala may exam pa. Haha. Nationwide yung exam. Bawat branch ng Casino Filipino sa buong pinas e magpapaexam nung araw na yun. Sa branch sa gapo e 7 kami na nagtake.&lt;br /&gt;Isang oras bago yung exam e nandun na ako. At habang naghihintay ako, may isang lalaki na tumitig sa akin. Sabi niya, "Ay akala ko candidate ng Ms. Pagcor. Sasabihin ko sana na magpamake-up na siya" Haha. Natawa ako. Sakto kasi na pictorial nung mga candidates.&lt;br /&gt;So yun, pumasok na kami sa VIP room. At yung lamesa namin e lamesa na pang-poker. Haha. Nakakatawa. At super lamig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung test naman. It wasn't as long as I expected to be though. 60 items lang siya. At 45 minutes mo lang kailangan tapusin. 10am nagsimula. Tig 10items yung sa Math, Science at English. Nadalian lang ako sa science at english. Pero sumakit ulo ko sa math kasi walang scratch. Crap tlaga! Tapos yung sa huli, halos sabunutan ko na sarili ko. Kasi identification! Yung tipong, anong batas ang pinatigil sa South Africa nung 1989? Ano tawag sa pagpatay sa pusa? Ano tawag sa mga butas sa Swiss Cheese? Ano gamit ng gladiator bukod sa spear? Mga ganon. Nablangko talaga ako at halos maiyak kasi unti lang yung time ko para magisip. At halos 20 minutes nga ako nagisip dun sa kung ano yung twag ke Charles the Great at kung ano yung nagiisang word na nagsisimula at nagtatapos sa "und". Crap! Super nablangko ako na pati sa tanong na anong element ang nagsisimula sa K e nasagot ko Potassium imbes na Kyrpton. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natakot ako pagkatapos. Ininterview pa ng kaunti. Yung mga kasama ko parang di  nahirapan.&lt;br /&gt;Pff. So sa 10items na math, wala akong chance na maka 5 man lang siguro dahil nahilo ako sa mano mano. At sa identification... Ayy wag na lang natin pagusapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm hoping na makuha ko yung scholarship kasi dagdag allowance din yun... And sana naman this time palarin na ako.. Kasi sa lahat ng entrance exams pumalya ako... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-2127943936029041198?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/2127943936029041198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=2127943936029041198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2127943936029041198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2127943936029041198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/scholarship-admissssssion-test.html' title='Scholarship Admissssssion Test'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3808523572936128893</id><published>2008-05-26T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:39:44.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roison, the JOKER</title><content type='html'>Wala sigurong magawa.&lt;br /&gt;Son sent us these messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO: Klayd, Dan, Ruby&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;"Ui clyde, sapakan daw kayo ni ruby!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ui ruby, sapakan daw kayo ni clyde!"&lt;br /&gt;"Dan sinabi ko kay clyde at ruby na magsapakan sila"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And after ilang minuto.... BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;Nagsend ng group message si Ruby. Na akala ako sa akin patama.&lt;br /&gt;Tas BOOM, nagsend din ako ng gm ko.&lt;br /&gt;Tas BOOM. Nagtext si Son, sabi niya inaaway na daw siya ng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ako naman nagulat kasi akala ko tatawanan lang namin. So nagtext ako kay ruby and sabi ko na we need not to over react on things like that. Maloko lang talaga si Son. At gagew. Lol. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BOOM. Ruby, if you get to read this, let's just laugh our ass off. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;PeaceÜ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3808523572936128893?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3808523572936128893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3808523572936128893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3808523572936128893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3808523572936128893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/roison-joker.html' title='Roison, the JOKER'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4773925405191796173</id><published>2008-05-26T00:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:39:07.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fecked UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt; &lt;p&gt;This day was such a fvcker.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ginising ako kanina kahit halata pang mahimbing na mahimbing ang tulog ko. Paano? Dinaganan at sinigawan ako.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tapos dahil badtrep ako paggising, hindi ko sinunod yung utos ng nanay ko, kaya nonstop nanaman bunganga niya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Badtrep pa rin ako kaya hindi naglunch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sabi ko lalayas na ako pero hinarang ako, dapat hahabol ako sa gala ng tropa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At ngayon, nauwi ako sa net shop na may matigas na keyboard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Badtrep pa rin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naka 11 missed call na si dan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tinatamad ako sagutin tawag niya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Badtrep pa rin ako.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hindi na ako uuwi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mag food trip ako pagkatapos ko dito.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May pera pa ba ako?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-4773925405191796173?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/4773925405191796173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=4773925405191796173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4773925405191796173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4773925405191796173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/fecked-up.html' title='Fecked UP'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3201373273948873366</id><published>2008-05-26T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:38:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrollment, Bahay, atbp</title><content type='html'>Bale last wednesday ako nagpaenroll. Hindi ko namalayan yung oras kaya past 8 na rin ako nakarating sa Ust. Nakutos pa nga ako ng mudra ko kasi nananaginip pa ako nun na sembreak na daw, eh late na ako sa enrollment at paniguradong mahaba na pila nun.&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko, nagpunta na sa kanya kanyang room, yung section mo. Bale nakita ko na mga maging kaklase ko. Wala lang naman. Di ko pa feel lumingon lingon nun para tignan sila. Basta alam ko na walang gwapo. Syt. Haha. Pero tatlo pa lang kasi yung lalaki nun, malay natin di ba. Haha. May binigay lang na papel tas sa gym na kasi dun paenroll talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Pagdting ko dun, sakto naman na nandun si Jessa kaya sabay na kami nagenroll. Bawal magulang kaya kami lang nagpaenroll sa sarili namin. Pinaliwanag din yung NSTP chuchu, at syempre CWTS pinili ko. Kasi ayoko magmartsa martsa. Nung 4th year nga lagi ko kina-cut yun e. Bale yung ganun sa 2nd year ko pa ittake.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman nakakatamad mag-enroll kasi malamig at hindi mahaba pila. Madali lang yung sistema nila kasi maraming stations. Hindi iisa lang, kaya mabilis. Pagkatapos nun, nagpa-id na ako sa main building. Mukhang drawing yung pirma ko, tapos ang taba at ang itim ko sa pic. Inis naman. Sarap itapon. Tapos nagpasukat na ako uniform at nagorder ng p.e. uniform. Kumain kami ng pizza ni Mama. Tas umalis na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 ang subject ko kasama yung P.E, bale 26 units. Tig 3 bawat subject, tas 2 sa P.E&lt;br /&gt;Mid Session. 11AM-3PM, nakakaantok at nakakagutom.&lt;br /&gt;May saturday class din ako, 11-3 pa rin. Hindi na ata ako makakagala at uwi niyan.&lt;br /&gt;Badminton ang P.E ko. Pinagpiliian ko Volleyball, Arnis at Fitness. At ewan ko kung bakit bumagsak ako sa badminton. Nadala ata ako sa nakakatawang mukha nung lalaki nageencode kaya napa-oo na lang ako nung sinabi niya na badminton daw ba ang P.E ko. Balak ko sana Arnis na lang e. Pero wala na. Goodluck na lang sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 7-9am ang sched ng P.E ko. At ang uniform? T-shirt at Skirt. Hahaha. Natatawa ako sa uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Martes naghanap kami ng bahay kasama ko si Mai. Nauwi kami sa The Residence at P. Campa. Solb ka dito kasi maganda. Study hall. Centralized. May pool at gym. Ayos talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi nagustuhan ng mum ni Kim, kaya sa Corthez Bldg na lang kami. Ayos naman. 2 Bedrooms. Sagot ni Kim gamit. Hahahahaha. Strict nga lang dun. Bawal maingay kasi marami reviewees. Pero okay lang. Para wala masyado distractions at makapag-aral kami ng maayos at para di kami magloko, gumala at kung ano. Dalawa na lang kami ni Kim dun kasi ayaw na ni Ana Mae sumama. Pero ako, hindi pa rin sigurado na sasama. Pero sana oo. Kasi kung ako masusunod, ayoko talaga sa dorm. Masikip tas di mu kilala mga ksama mo. HIndi ka makakakilos ng maluwag. Wala kang makakausap kasi mahirap makiklos. Hindi mu rin alam kung matanda sayo yun, mamaya bully! At kapag may mahirap na subject, hindi ka pwede magpaturo. Hindi tulad pag kasama ko si Kim, 2 bedrooms pa, maluwang. Makakausap. Ganun. Para hindi ako mahirapan. Gusto ko maluwag paggalaw ko. Sabi naman kanina ni mama, ayos na rin sa kanya yun. Bale usap na lang talaga kelanan, at sana hindi mahal ang bayad! Hahahaha. Labsyo keem. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, dahil sa schedule ko, saturday class, at P.E..... HIndi ako natutuwa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3201373273948873366?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3201373273948873366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3201373273948873366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3201373273948873366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3201373273948873366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/enrollment-bahay-atbp.html' title='Enrollment, Bahay, atbp'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3385580793002276435</id><published>2008-05-26T00:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:37:51.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paano kung?</title><content type='html'>Babae: Paano kung may manligaw sa akin at mainlove ako sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;Lalaki: *Di kumikibo*&lt;br /&gt;Babae: Bakit yung mga tanong ko sayo hindi mo masagot??&lt;br /&gt;Lalaki: *tahimik pa rin*&lt;br /&gt;Babae: Ano? Paano nga kung habang wala ka may makilala akong iba at magustuhan ko siya?&lt;br /&gt;Lalaki: Hindi ko alam.&lt;br /&gt;Babae: Anong hindi mo alam??? *galit na* Jan ka na nga!! *umalis na*&lt;br /&gt;Lalaki: *pasigaw, habang magkatalikod sila ni babae* KUNG MAY MANLIGAW SAYO AT MAINLOVE KA SA KANYA HABANG WALA AKO, E DI PASENSYA AKO! BASTA MAHAL KITA. DAHIL NGAYON, ALAM KONG IKAW LANG... IKAW LANG ANG MAMAHALIN KO.&lt;br /&gt;Babae: *walang masabi at natahimik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;Kiliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig.&lt;br /&gt;Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe.&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang.&lt;br /&gt;Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil.&lt;br /&gt;Besiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3385580793002276435?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3385580793002276435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3385580793002276435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3385580793002276435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3385580793002276435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/paano-kung.html' title='Paano kung?'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3450181367301634089</id><published>2008-05-26T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:37:35.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing that I want the most</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm actually on the verge of changing my mind about updating. Things have gotten so&lt;br /&gt;boring and it's realy not worth it. My life isn't worth blogging anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overhauled my room kanina! Yes! Naglinis na ako. At tinabi ko na yung mga dadalhin&lt;br /&gt;ko sa Manila. And I did it very seriously that I did not have the chance to get online&lt;br /&gt;and text dan. And I kept saying TAE habang naglilinis ako sa sobrang kalat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga, tumataba ako. Nagising ako kanina mga 11:30 am. Haha. I have always&lt;br /&gt;found sleeping as one of the best things in the world. And yeah, I'm living in nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;the last few days. Rewind ako ng rewind. Ang emo. HAha. Why do I go back?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaboLaboLaboLaboLaboLaboLaboLaboLabo nanaman ng entry na to. Haha. Please, just bear&lt;br /&gt;with me while Im at this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't know if those are enough for a glimpse of what's happening to me, but I think that more or less, you got the gist of my bumming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep you updated!&lt;br /&gt;Kisses ='*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3450181367301634089?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3450181367301634089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3450181367301634089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3450181367301634089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3450181367301634089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/thing-that-i-want-most.html' title='The thing that I want the most'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-6654803718862426443</id><published>2008-05-26T00:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:36:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye highschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So highschool's officially over now. April 7, 2k8.  Nagtapos ng masaya, nakakalungkot, nakakatawa, nakakahiya, nakakatamad, at halo halong pakiramdam.&lt;br /&gt;Baccalaureate Mass, malayo sa mass nung grad nung elementary. Gulat nga ako e. Hindi maxado pinaghandaan, walang choir, hindi alam ng mga graduates ang isasagot, walang alam sa kahit ano mang kanta, at yabang, kasi nasita pa ni father yung tatlong mokong sa harap kabilang sa rj at miggy dun, dahil sa kadaldalan. Pagkatapos nun, inabsorb na lang namin ang laman ng homily ni father, na pwedeng yun na nga daw yung huling araw na buo yung batch namin, na isang malaking karangalan na para sa magulang namin ang makagraduate kami sa RS. Syempre sa responsorial psalm, bida malaanghel na boses ni Paola :) , 1st reading si Charlyn, at ang pinakamalupit...... Sacristan si Engelbert. :)) Haha. Katuwa/Katawa siya, kasi sa tuwing magbbow siya, with matching beautiful eyes pa. Haha. Peace pre, kung makarating man sayo to! Haha. At may bigayan pa ng roses sa magulang, magkaaway pa nga kami ni mudra nun e, pero kiniss ko na lang siya, tas hiningan ng message si Maykel, ang aming Salut, on the spot message yun! At ang dad ni Arthur, na super proud sa kanyang anak! At pagkatapos nun, picture picture ang Pt, at ang Foul. At nakadisplay ang mga panget naming letrato sa labas, na naphotoshop at binebenta ng tig 200 isa. Maaga natapos, at kumain lang saglit sa dunkin kasi tinitipid kami ni Ann ng aming mga kuripot na mudra. Tapos, natulog pagkauwi, nagnet saglit, tas paayos. Tas Occc na.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation na. Medyo marami ng tao nung dumating ako, nasa labas iba sa pt nun habang hinihintay yung iba, haha. Nakakatuwang part, yung dumating yung van nila pangkek. Bumaba ang pangkek 1, pangkek 2, pangkek 3. Basta ang daming pangkek, kasi lahat sila magkakamukha, as in supeeeeeeeeer. Haha. Tas pumasok na sa loob, picture picture, walang sawang picture na halos sitahin na kami. Haha. At nga pala, ang ganda ni Ma'am Sidon at Ma'am Daduya! Hanep! Haha. Tas magismula na raw martsa martsa, tas bago pa man ako pumasok sa loob, gulat ako kasi tinapik ako ng mama ni dan, at sinabitan ako nung sumthing. Haha. Kagulat. Tas yun, kinig sa malupit na speech ni Maykel, na nakakatuwa talaga kasi special mention yung iba, ay actually halos lahat sa section namin. Tapos, bigayan na ng diploma, ayos nga e, pagkakasabi ni Ma'am Sidon sa Pt, "The Unbeatable IV-Platinum" Ayos di ba? Haha. Mayabang. Haha. Tas yun, yung super galing na guest speaker, haha. Di ako masyado nakinig kasi hinihilot ko likod ni Meh, pero alam kong Ateneo Graduate siya at nagtatake up ng law sa Up. Ayos ba? Haha. Tas singit naman ang malaseptic tanks ni Gordon na nagpatamad sa lahat, ni wala nga siyang Graduation Message e. Inis, sayang oras, kaya halos lahat e, kwentuhan at pichuran. Tas sunod naman ang mayabang na valedictory address ni Manalang, na nosebleed, nakakatawa, ang "BUT" niya, yung tassle niyang nakaipit sa tenga niya, na parang ginagawa sa buhok ng babae, gets? Na ikaw mismo e hihingalin sa pagsasalita niya na super bilis. Pero ayos, yabang! Tapos, awarding na. Na nakakatamad , na sana man lang e Top 15 ang inawardan at hindi tinanggal yung Journalist of the Year, at binagyan ng Merit Awards ung ibang club, hindi sana ako tinamad... Pero ganyan talaga ang buhay. Haha. Bwiset. Paasa naman kasi, haha. Bakit dose lang umakyat. Haha. Yaan na. Tas closing remarks, at Grad song na, Thanks to you, na pinatugtog lang. Haha. Ni hindi ko nga kabisado yun. Tas Grad Muvee na bitin kasi pina-cut ni Ma'am Sidon. Tas picture ulit, pamilya at mga hindi makakalimutang kaibigang nakabangga sa RS. Tapos hindi na tumuloy sa loob, at nag kfc na lang, at doon pa nga nagkita ang Calixto-Mendoza La Familia. Pwaha. Nakakatawa. At dun ko rin nawala yung isang libo ko. Na kinabadtripan ni Mama. Dun ako kinawayan nila Ate Cha, at Ate Ekang, nila Kuya Kyle at Sharjah. Tas uwi na. Tas meme agad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi man ako nalungkot ng todo. Kasi para ngang joke lang yung grad namin, ni walang praktis at on the spot ang mga instructions. Walang may kabisado ng grad song. Walang umiyak. Ata. Haha. Pero siguro yun na nga yung huling beses na buo ang batch namin, pwera na lang siguro kung may partey or sumthing, kung matutuloy pa rin sa susunod yung bawat taong malawakang gala ng aming section tuwing Dec 28. Wala na yung pula naming serbis na palaging maaga, kaya never akong nalate sa klase. Wala na yung bawat oras na pagyaya ni Jio sa caf. Yung pagtambay sa lamesa, sa labas o kung saan. Wala ng pusoy dos na kwartahan. Wala ng kantyawan at asaran. Wala ng malupit na sermon galing ke Mamsi. Wala ng mga kawatan. Wala ng "if" at life lessons ni Sir June. Wala ng hassle sa Ip. Wala ng hiraman ng lectures kay chelly. Wala ng kopyahan. Wala ng piccu people. Wala ng jamming with Pangkek Cerezo. Wala ng angal na early lunch ke Sir Balois. Wala ng pulang lipstick sa ngipin ni Ma'am Vi. Wala ng mala board exam na quiz ni Sir Alip. Wala ng 0/10 na quiz kay Sir Prudy. Wala ng samasamang gala sa pc g, ministop, boardwalk at times. Juno o 10k bc. Hindi na ako aasarin ng "Kilay mo!" O kaya "Pug" at "Tabang pisngi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamimiss ko lahat panigurado. Pero sabi ko nga, Baguio man si Dan, Pao, Jerry, June, Bret, Jackie, Pons, jomz atbp, LB man si Pat, Reg, Damyel at Manci, Diliman man sina Arthur, Chelly, Atenista man sina Jam, Meera, Ej, Maykel, Vance, Mayki atbp, La Salle naman sina Jio, Kamil at Jo, at taga Espanya ang karamihan, kabilang ako, Kim, An, Lay, Meh, Em, Rj, Son, Homer, atbp, highschool never ends pa rin! Grumaduate lang tayo para mayabang, pero hindi tatapusin ang lahat ng nasimulan. Butaw tayo hanggang hanggang. Wag niyong kalimutang, sa atin nagsimula ang bagong uniporme, at tatak na "Para Mayabang". Walang limutan. Text text pa rin. Gm gm pa rin. At magpapogi at paganda na lang daw tayo sa college. Kudos batchmates. Walang limutan, para mayabang. Mwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-6654803718862426443?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/6654803718862426443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=6654803718862426443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/6654803718862426443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/6654803718862426443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/bye-highschool.html' title='Bye highschool'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-987863293750129806</id><published>2008-05-26T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:36:25.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="tblBorderAll" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="heading18"&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;tr&gt;                                                  &lt;td class="txtNormal14"&gt;You scored as a &lt;span class="heading14Bold"&gt;Accounting/Finance/Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;tr&gt;                                                  &lt;td class="txtNormal"&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Accounting, Finance, Economics, Marketing, or related majors (e.g., Computer/Management Information Systems (CIS or MIS), Entrepreneurship, International Business, Operations Management, Public Administration, Real Estate, Risk Management, Sports Management). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;/tr&gt;                                   &lt;tr&gt;                                                    &lt;td&gt;                               &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                                                                    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Accounting/Finance/Marketing                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="81"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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                                         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Visual&amp;amp;PerformingArts                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Psychology/Sociology                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt; 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                                           &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Physics/Engineering/Computer                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Religion/Theology                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt; 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Haha. But I think this is the best outlet for all my kadramahan, emotions and thoughts. Parang may magic when I start to put all my confusion here kasi at the end of each entry, something always becomes a little clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is all messed up na. I'm trying to get my thoughts straight, pero parang wala na ako sa mood. Haha. For now, I just want to go back to school kahit wala magawa pero at least there I don't feel bored. And yeah, papakasaya na ako! Papakasaya na kami, kasi there's only a few days left kaya I won't screw the last days I have with my tropa. Syempre I want my remaining days to be memorable talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, ano naman yung naging malinaw pagkatapos ng entry kong ito? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-5202704480520311542?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/5202704480520311542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=5202704480520311542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5202704480520311542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5202704480520311542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-read.html' title='Just read'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3903216422120676420</id><published>2008-05-26T00:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:34:53.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naispatan ng de oras, totoong kwento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Eto na talaga yung mga kagulatgulat ng mga pangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga kasama: Clyde, Meh, Lay, Ann, Dan, June, Miggy, Jerry, Pons, Homer, Raymond, Gian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: Sa baba ng pc genius. Wala pa kaming pinapatunguhan. Plano plano pa. Tas nagsimula na silang maglakad. Buti na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop: Ministop. Kanya-kanyang hawak ng ice cream, ng nescafe ice. Kantyawan sa mga pinagsasabi nilang apa. Na hindi ko magets. Kasi bastos ata. Laro laro nung sa kamay. Natapon ice cream ni Lay. Kwentuhan. Tawa. Nakita at tinitigan ang isang babaeng masculada. Yung tipong pagkadaan sa harap mo e "ano siya? lalaki? o babae?" Wala lang naman. Nauna na si Homer at Kuya Gian kasi maglalaro pa daw sila. HUlaan niyo na lang kung anong laro yun. Tapos, lakad ulit para umusad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third stop: Sa may gilid ng subac. Haha. Basta bigla kaming tumigil dun. At sinimulan na ang panggagagew sa bawat taong dadaan, bawat taong nakabisikleta o nakasasakyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"pa hitch" [boses bading] -pons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oy yung flat mo gulong" - jerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tawa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oy pag daan nila tingin tayo lahat sa taas" - june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oy pre ano yun?" - pons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"puno ng apa pre!" - june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oy malalaglag na" [habang may dumadaan] - pons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ang galing naman niyan, nakapagpatubo ng puno ng apa!" - jerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"onga e, puno ni jerry yun! puno ng apa!" - pons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oh? ang galing naman ni jerry!" - jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at syempre di ko pa ren gets ano bastos dun. basta, tagal din namin dun. pulos pantitirip. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth stop: Dun sa may pinagsskateboard-an. Lamniyonayunkungsaan. Haha. Nagpiler ang mga lalaki, Nagiimajin silang may mga skateboard. Imajinin niyo na lang. Pero ang talagang napagtripan namen e yung eroplano dun, lam niyo yun? E sakto namang may dalawang trabahador sa bubong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ligpitin niyo na yan!" - trabahador 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"eto po? kuya saglit medyo mahirap!" [habang hawak yung pakpak ng eplen] -june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hindi yan, sa kabila" - trabahador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"teka kuya, mas mahirap to di ko abot!" [tumatalon habang inaabot yung mas mataas na pakpak] - june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko na malala kung ano pa mga pinagsasabi nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"itim na yang paa mo! hahaha!" - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"tanginang paa yan, pati ba naman paa mo mataba!" [nakatingin sa paa ko] - pons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ay unga, shit, namamaga ba yan?' - miggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansama nila. pff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop: Boardwalk. Eto na, hindi ko talaga alam kung anong totoong pakay namin dito. Kasi raw maghahanap ata sila ng pebbles. At sakto namang pagdating namin dun, e nadatnan namin ang mga I-diamond, nakalublob sa tubig, at ang masaklap, nakauniform. Utang na loob. Nakakahiya sila. Pinagtitinginan ng mga tao, buti sana kung hindi nakilalang taga rs, e nakauniform, at dahil basa sila, mga nakikita na mga ano. Shit. Kaya sinuway namin, nag-sorry na lang sila. Pero duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIndi na kami masyadong nagtagal dun. Kwentuhan at tawanan na lang ginawa namin. Tas nagkayayaan na ring umuwi. Naunang naglakad sina pons jerry miggy at mond, kasundo kami ni dan, tas medyo malayo samin sina ann meh lay at june. Malayo layo na kami nun, nasa may bandang remy na kami, nang biglang mag-ring phone ni dan. Tumatawag si Meh. Bago pa man namin masagot, bumusina na si Mama. Shit. Haha. Naispatan nga kami ng de oras. Ayun pala, kanina pa sila doon, nadaanan nila sila Ann sa Boardwalk, kaya tinigilan at tinanong kung nasaan na ako. E di ba nga nauna na kami. Nag-panic pa daw si Meh nun. "Tangina, di ko madial yung 232!" Pero too late na ren naman. Kaya yun, sumakay kami ni Dan sa sasakyan. At nagsimula na ang walang katapusang asaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos akala ko uuwi na kami kaya medyo kalmado ako. Pero, dumaan pa kami sa Lighthouse!! Tae. E di nakaupo kaming ganyan, si Tita, Mama tas ako. Nakahiwalay si Dan. Tas pinagalitan ako kasi bat ko daw iniiwan si Dan. Kaya tinawag siya ni Mama. Magkatabi ng kaming apat. Nakakatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"san ka mag-aaral dan? - mama&lt;br /&gt;"sa slu po." - dan&lt;br /&gt;"bat dun ka?" - mama&lt;br /&gt;"dun po kasi gusto nila mama." - dan&lt;br /&gt;"ahh. anong course mo?" - mama&lt;br /&gt;"mechanical engineering po." - dan&lt;br /&gt;"ahh. kung ako sayo mag-civil ka na lang" - mama&lt;br /&gt;"onga dan, mas may future ka dun" - tita&lt;br /&gt;"ganon po." - dan&lt;br /&gt;"edi magkakahiwalay na kayo ni clyde? anlayo mo e" - mama&lt;br /&gt;"natuwa ka naman ma" - ako&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha. text text na lang sila dona, ano ka ba" - tita&lt;br /&gt;"di na, pagpapalit ka na niyan." - mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas tawa na lang kami. nakakahiya pa mukha ni mama, kasi bagong derma siya, kaya puro pimples. tas lakad lakad lang ulit, tas bago kami balik sa sasakyan, e nkwento pa ni mama na nung hayskul daw siya, yung gusto daw niya, di daw siya nagustuhan, pero nung huli rae e nagustuhan pala siya. tas si tita naman daw super dami admirer at mga love letter. haha. tapos,&lt;br /&gt;"oh dan, gwapo ka naman pala e."- mama&lt;br /&gt;"onga iho, gwapo ka pala" - tita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. kung nakita niyo lang expression ng mukha ni dan. ampiler.&lt;br /&gt;tas nag pa gas lang kami, tas bumili kami ni dan ng coke. tas yun nakauwi na ren sa wakas. sinabay na namin si dan pauwi kasi gabi na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas nagtext mama niya sa akin, punta raw ako sa march 29 sa kanila, kasi birthday ng lola ni dan. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakagulat. na nakakatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3903216422120676420?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3903216422120676420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3903216422120676420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3903216422120676420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3903216422120676420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/naispatan-ng-de-oras-totoong-kwento.html' title='Naispatan ng de oras, totoong kwento'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-7174042280412974014</id><published>2008-05-26T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:34:19.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naispatan ng de oras</title><content type='html'>Simula lunes eh wala na kaming ginagawa, kinukumpleto na lang namin yung mga requirements bawat subject para maayos na yung clearance at grumaduate na. Nagkokomyut na ren ako ngayon kasi wala ng serbis at talagang nakakagutom mag-komyut, di kami sanay ni ann, kaya pagdating sa school e magyayaya ako agad sa caf. Wala lang. Para lang may intro.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil wala nga kami ginagawa, nauso nanaman ang pasugalan, yung tipong kanya kanyang pwestom kanya kanyang bilog, at syempre kanya kanyang labas ng pisong pantaya. Haha. Kahit wala kaming pera dahil sa rami ng binabayaran ngayon, pag nagkayayaan ng pusoy dos, e dehado talaga laman ng wallet mo. Yung tipong, "oy tara pusoy tayo!", "saglit, magpapabarya ako!". Ganon. Yung mga kawawang hindi nakakasabay sa takbo ng buhay ng mga nagpupusoy, e nakatanga, tambay, nagpapakyot, o kaya naglalaro nung laos nang tongits. haha. Peace! Syempre, nasa mga nagpupusoy ako. At lagi akong tinatabla ng mga kalaro ko. Si em at jerry at son at kamil at dan. Mga butaw kayo. Pero dahil praktisado na akom medyo nagyayabang na rin ako. Yung tipong, "uy tira ka na, itim ang pyesa mo, at dos na pula ang hawak ko" Haha. Ganyan lang. Parang casino. At para dun sa mga mayayamang taong hindi ko maabot, ayun, kanya kanyang bayaran sa monopoly. Haha. Basta, jan lang namin halos inuubos oras namin. Sa pusoy, tambay, monopoly, hindi sa pagpapapirma ng clearance. Ü.&lt;br /&gt;At kapag tinamad na, automatic na ang kasunod nun e, yayaan sa pagbaba. E kung bababa ka naman, saan ba ang susunod mong pupuntahan? Sa walang kamatayang pc genius o kung may pera ka pang pangkain, e sasaglit ka mung sa wala reng kamatayang mcdo. Haha. Nagsasawa na ako. Totoo. Kahapon nga lang, pamatay oras, e naglaro na ren ako. Tae. Ano bang napapala sa mga halimaw sa dota at mga poporing sa ragnarok? Nakakabano. Pero pero, kahapon, medyo naging nakakagulat at naging kakaiba araw namin. Eto na yng totoong kwento. Ü.&lt;br /&gt;Nung lunes, dinalhan ako ni dan ng pagkain, siya raw kasi nagluto non, kinain ko. Wala lang. Singit lang, pero ang gusto ko talagang sabihin e, nadatnan kami ni Sir Balois, na wala lang naman, nagkwekwentuhan. Tapos, pagdating ng martes, nag-ikot si Maam Daduya, kinolekta niya yung mga cards, at at... "bawal pda!" haha. Sabi niya. Natamaan kami kasi nadatnan nga kami ni Sir, at dahil oa ang mga teachers, asahan mo ng habang pinapasa ang kwento e nadadagdagan mga detalye nito. Kaya nabadtrip ang lahat. Kaya bumaba na kami. Pero bago pa man kami payapang makababa e, nagtago muna kaming mga takot ke Maam Sidon, nangultap kasi siya, at nagtago na rin kami ni Chai, kasi siya bagong kulot. Ako naman e baka mabulyawan ren. At nung bumalik na siya sa lib, ayun diretso na sa van.&lt;br /&gt;Pagbaba, ayun naglaro na kami. Kasama ko si Chai. At sympre dahil madali kaming magsawa, e umorder muna kami sa chowking. Ang nakakatawa lang naman dito e, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naidala naman sa genius star yung number namin sa chowking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil may konek si justin at chai sparkspark, nauna na sila at jumuno.Ü Haha. AKo? Naiwan. Nakatanga. Nabibingi sa tugtog ni June. Palakadlakad. Pa iced tea iced tea. Pa upo upo. At dahil bawal na ren maglaro si dan, naglaro kami nung nilalaro sa kamay. Basta yung nakakatuwa. .. Habang hinihintay namin si Meh, Ann, at Lay... tapos.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-7174042280412974014?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/7174042280412974014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=7174042280412974014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7174042280412974014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7174042280412974014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/naispatan-ng-de-oras.html' title='Naispatan ng de oras'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-8397336482809754023</id><published>2008-05-26T00:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:33:47.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hey people, what's up lately? Pero Im in no mood to make kwento. Kasi parang super happy ko kaya di ko masabi lahat. Mula pa nung last perio, kung paano kami magsigawan para magtanungan ng sagot. Mula nung nagtampo si Maa'm Sidon kasi di namin siya nabati in advance, at yung surpresang party sa kanya ng Pt. Yung iba e, di na umuwi at nagstay sa school para mag-ayos ng library, at yung mga hindi pinayagan e pumunta ng alas-singko, at dahil minalas, naunahan ni Maa'm kaya hindi nawitness yung mala terible niyang line. Pff. Sayang. Anyway, super saya talaga. Haha. Ayos talaga. Ang galing namin, kaya syempre pinakain kami. Haha. Tagal ren namin nag antay nun, kasi lants pa yung kainan. At dahil birthday rin ni jio nun, e bonding bonding kami. Nagipon ng letrato. Kumain. Nagkwentuhan. Kinantsyawan si ann at ong. Tumambay sa court. Tas kumain ng calamares at sugpo! Solb! Pagbaba, nanuod ulit kami ng my big love. Hahaha. Syt. Ang hot ni sam.&lt;br /&gt;Nakuha ko na nga pala yung pic ko sa yearbook, syempre mukha akong baboy. Baboy na kagagaling sa oven toaster. Ang itim ko dun tae. Naun, banjing banjing na lang sa school. At kakatapos ko lang magrewrite ng mga notebook. At namumulubi ako ngayon. Super! T.T Kaya bukas magbabaon ako! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko wala ako sa mood magkwento, pero andami ko naman nadaldal. Nakakabano. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. 12 days na lang!&lt;br /&gt;Pss. I want more quality time!&lt;br /&gt;Psss! Saka na ako bayad sa mga utang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-8397336482809754023?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/8397336482809754023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=8397336482809754023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8397336482809754023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8397336482809754023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-up.html' title='What is up?'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-2012084615655245606</id><published>2008-05-26T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:32:41.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PVP ROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homer: dan pvp room tayo!&lt;br /&gt;dan: ocge&lt;br /&gt;kim: san yun? san yun?&lt;br /&gt;clyde: malamig ba dun?&lt;br /&gt;homer: haha. dan malamig daw!&lt;br /&gt;jio: hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;dan: antanga mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Ayoon pala. Ibigsabihin nun e, PLAYER VS PLAYER ROOM SA RAGNAROK.&lt;br /&gt;Malay ba namin ni kim, e sakto naman na mainit sa net shop na napuntahan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-2012084615655245606?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/2012084615655245606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=2012084615655245606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2012084615655245606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/2012084615655245606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/pvp-room.html' title='PVP ROOM'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3083638628927187516</id><published>2008-05-26T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:32:21.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabolo</title><content type='html'>Maaga. Meron na. After 6 months. Kumain agad. Umutang ng bente kay dan pambili ng palabok. Tumakbo. Kumain. Naputol dog tag. Sped. Kain. Tambay. P6. Kabisa mi ultimo. Ipod touch. Nangopya. Nagpaturo sa butaw na chem. Walang social. Tambay sa court. Kaya nalaman kong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perahan pala sila sa basketball. Tipong grupo kayo sa laro at kung sino makashoot, sa kanya yung tig lilimang piso na nilapag sa semento. Ayos. Haha. Kaya pala adik sila. At kung tulo, talo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa escape escape the fate at chris brown lang ako nun. Tapos nagkwentuhan na lang kami ni dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anong puno yan? - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahmm. - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ano nga? - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaimito? - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahaha. June kaimito raw to. - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ano pala? - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masarap bunga nia. - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papaya? - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahahaha. Tignan mo nga yung dahon - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mangga? - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahahaha. Bilog yung bunga. - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalamansi? - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahahahahahaha. Masarap yung bunga. - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahmm. Di ko maisip. Guava? - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pula na bilog. - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple? - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahahahahahahhahahaha. Antanga mo. - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ano pala? - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clyde, mabolo. - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Mabolo pala yun. E sa hindi ko alam kung ano yung mabolo na yun.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wala na akong maalala na magandang ikwento. Bukod sa kakaibang pagreet ko sa mga teachers, na uso nanaman ngayon. Lol. Yung oh yeah ko na expression. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yng pag walk out ni prudybutaw sa klase kanina kaya bahala daw kami sa prelim bukas. &lt;/span&gt; At napagalitan ako ni maam v kasi naka pants ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3083638628927187516?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3083638628927187516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3083638628927187516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3083638628927187516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3083638628927187516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/mabolo.html' title='Mabolo'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-1634954809898321484</id><published>2008-05-26T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:31:06.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usapang banyo, tae, ihi atbp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Bale sa title pa lang, kitang kita ko niyo na siguro ang highlights ng medyo nakakatawang post na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Martes, ika-19 ng pebrero, wala naman bago sa madalas na nangyayari. Sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, pumasok akong nalanghap agad ang mabahong amoy galing banyo. Anak ng tinapay. Napaka goooooodmorning naman nun. At dahil wala si maam sidon, at maaga kami palagi dumadating sa school, kaya damang dama namin yung malamig na hangin, naabutan naming nakalock ang room. Wala lang naman, gusto ko lang sabihin, at di naman importante yun. E kasi naman, wala na akong maalalang nangyari kaninang umaga bukod sa bumili ako ng e-aji at c2, wala pang 7:30 siguro. Gutom ako. Pero junkfood agad. Tapos nun, matagal tagal akong nagabang sa emis para magpaxerox ng mi ultimo adios kasi sabi ko kelangan ko ng magkabisado nun, pero hanggang ngayon e yung first line pa lang sa first stanza sa more than 20 stanzas ang kabisado ko. Tas, p6 lang, yung arawan na pagsagot para sa timms. Tas break, tambay sa labas, ilang oras hintayan kasi walang ingles. Kaya kwentuhan at butawan lang. Tas nung calculus lang, nangopya lang ako sa timms paren. Butaw talaga. Tas nag caf lang muna, bago social, bumili ng yema, tas tinawag ako ni jio na P***** Negra. Shit. Umiiitim ba ako? At nung social, nagreport lang ako ng tungkol sa family planning na habang nasa harap ako e naririnig ko si jayson at regina na nagbubulungan nito, "Umitim ba si Clyde?" Hmm. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tas lunch na, dali daling pumunta ng sped dahil umaasa akong may siopao dahil bigla kong naisip na gusto kong kumain nun. Pero wala. Wala. Wala. Kaya balik na lang sa tapat ng room, tambay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat biglang dumating si june. At nakitouch ako sa siga at mayabang niyang ipod touch!! &lt;/span&gt;Shit. Mayabang tlaga. Hanep yun, at gusto ko ng ganun. Share share muna kami june. Tas pagkagaling namin sa caf e inangkin ko na muna kasi pa court naman na siya, tas kami na ni pat yung nagshare. Tapos tinamad na ata si pat kaya pumunta na lang kami sa bench sa labas at dun tumambay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumating si Julio Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nag-aya sa sped, bumili kami ng tig-6 na kikiam, c2 at yema. At utang nia yun. 34 pesos. Pagbalik namin e nagpatugtog si Jam ng mga chris brown. Basta kaindak, kaya nagsasayaw si Jio habang iniinggit namin sila sa kinakain naming yema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Si et. Yung kras ko. [sabay tingin kay tj]"- ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sino? yun? [sabay turo]"-jio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oo"-ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"[pasigaw] oy tj! kras ka daw nia! clyde charlott mendoza, iv-pt"-jio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At naghabulan kami ni julio. Butit talaga yung mokong na yun. Maloko talaga. Walang patawad. At dahil mabait ako saglit na takbuhan lang ang nangyari kasi butaw ren si jio, kasi sasabihin lang niya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nagpa-pulpitate ako."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy na nagpapatugtog si jam. At patuloy na nagsasayaw si jio. Tapos nagsimula ang usapang ihi, tae at banyo. Mahirap ikwento dahil karamihan dito e pagdedemonstrate. Kung pano tumae si jio, pano umihi ang mga babae at lalaki, at kung paano nanginginig ang mga babae habang umiihi. Totoo naman di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At napansin namin ang mga langgam sa paanan ni jio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jio nilalanggam ka" - vance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ay unga ano"- jio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sweet ka raw kasi e"- pao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bat ako di nilalanggam?"- jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kasi di raw matamis yung mga dagta" - ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tas tawa na kaming lahat. Tas inapakan ni jio yung pagkain na hila nung maraming langgam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"uy, wag mong tapakan, ang sama mo"- ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"unga ansama mo" - jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hahaha. yan. makinig sa mother nature" - vance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"e bkit minsan, sila kinakagat tayo, di naman natin sila inaano" - j&lt;/span&gt;io&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tas tawa na lang kami. Haha. Nakita niyo na kung gano kabanuy si jio ne? MAs nakakatwa kung andun kayo. Nakita na namin papasok si Maam V. naisipan mag cut, pero wala lang. saglit lang ren naman e pinatawag na kami for cotillion practice, pero dahil mabait kami, nag quiz muna kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tas practice na, thrice lang ata yun, at katamad talaga kaya lakad lakad lang. Tas pagkatapos e break, nagpunta sa caf, nagbulyawan kami ni julio dahil sa utang kaya sinumbong ko nalang siya ke dan na tinawag niya akong p.negra kaya na-eggbeat siya. Tas dinaanan yung bag ni dan sa room nila. Tas tambay sa mangga, butawan at nakitouch sa sigang ipod ni june. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabi ni dan, graduation gift niya daw sa akin ganon, ay nirequest ko pala. Pero malabo, kaya pag nagkatrabaho na lang siya kako. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tas tambay lang sa stage habang si jio e nantetrep kasi patago niyang tinatapat mic sa mga tao kaya magugulat ka na lang kung narinig mo na nagecho boses mo, tulad ni maam tagulao. At korni man o nakakatawa e nagbubulungan kami ni dan ng ily nun, paulit ulit at maraming beses. Haha. Mukha kaming timang, pero wala, bumabawi naman kasi ako e.ÜÜ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binuking ako ni maam grace tungkol sa hd ko sa kanya nung terdyir. Kaya binuking ko naman si pao na may thing sila ni june. Ayon, pasa pasa lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;Tas start na yung practice, isang beses lang, wala si Fordan, kaya ke pons muna ako. Wala lang naman. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tas pagkatapos e palabas na lang kami e nabulyawan pa ni Maam Grace si dan, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kung advisory class ko pa si Clyde, lagot ka sa akin. Nakakailang akbay ka na." Haha. Tawa na lang kami. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At muli kaming tumambay sa mangga. Una, kami nila miggy at june nagkwentuhan. Kalokohan ano pa nga ba. Tas iniwan kami ni dan tas kinwento niya yung tungkol sa pigsa, pimple, kabayo, batis, ilog, bukid, kalabaw. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;At dumating sila jam. Kantyawan. At aasarin sana si Mai tungkol sa sayaw niya nung grade six, kasi di malala ni dan yung tugtog. Tas nagtago kami ke prudy kaya sa bench sa may euclid tuloy namiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Habang naglalakad e sabi namin ni dan e magbaballroom dancing kami sa bakasyon. :D Seryoso haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tas upo na sa bench. At ganito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"uy talo daw si ong" - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ohhh. katext palagi [sabay tingin ke ann]" - jio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ano ba laro nia?" - chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Javelin?"- ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"tanga, shotput"- jio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tas may sinabi si dan na natawa na lang kami kasi bigla na lang siya sumabat sa eksena ng di naman alam pinaguusapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"dan ang itim mo![ sabay tutok camera]"- ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"unga e, kahiya ke ana ferriols" - ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hahah, kakulay mo panyo ni clyde"- ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tas tawa na lang kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ano ba kasi masama sa pagiging maitim?"- dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tas singit si julio. Kaya simula na naman usapang banyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Paano kayo tumae?" - jio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Si dan daw nakataas paa sa toilet bowl. Hahahaha."- ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ows?"- chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oo. Hahaha" - dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kadiri ka dan!" - mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Paano kung magiba yun?" - jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Magiba? Paano magigiba?"- dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"E pano kayo maghugas?" -jio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hahaha."- dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Sa likod."- ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"haha. Ako ren sa likod. si dan kasi sa ano e."- jio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"San? Sa hrap?"- ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oo. Hahahahah"- dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tas tawa kaming lahat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kadiri ka dan!" - mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"si mai kasi patagilid e. may poise kasi siya"- dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tas tawa nanaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"E bakit di pwedeng umihi ng nakaupo mga lalaki?"- jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"E kasi gaganun[sabay demonstrate]"- dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hahahahahah!'- ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ahhhhh. Gets."- Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tas tawa kami nanaman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kaya nga ginagamitan kamay e, tas hugas hugas." -jio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bat di ba kasya pag nakaupo?" - jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tawatawatawatawa. Tas natapos na. Hindi yan yung sakto, pero kung kasama ka lang talaga sa usapang yun e matatawa ka.&lt;br /&gt;Sigurado akong bukas e matutuloy nanaman to, kasi si jio at dan ba naman, siguradong papasok na naman tong usapan na ito. Maiba ako, may practice p ba bukas? Kasi ayoko na talaga ng chem. Haha. Nagquiz nanaman sila kanina. Wala nanaman kami. Kaylangan ko na tlga ng tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At yun. Usapang banyo. Tae. Langagam. Ihi. Bulunga. At kahit ganon usapan, e hindi naman naging tae ang araw na ito. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang saya nga e. Bukas ulit. Ayos na yun di ba. Yung wlang butaw. Kasi sabi ni pat kanina, 26 days na lang daw kami sa rs. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya yun, pakasaya lang. At sige, bukas ulit. Nagddownload pa ako ng kanta ni chris brown at T-pain. Nahahawa ako sa indakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grabe. I love high school. :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kung pwede lang may high school part ii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-1634954809898321484?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/1634954809898321484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=1634954809898321484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1634954809898321484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/1634954809898321484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/usapang-banyo-tae-ihi-atbp.html' title='Usapang banyo, tae, ihi atbp.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4783961140768599646</id><published>2008-05-26T00:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:29:52.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karengkeng ba ako?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="icon" width="24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="http://kalayd.multiply.com/journal/item/59/Karengkeng_ba_ako_"&gt;Karengkeng ba ako? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Feb 8, '08 10:31 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Kled's contacts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 15px; padding: 4px; font-size: 17px; font-family: arial,serif; color: rgb(65, 158, 28); background-color: rgb(247, 228, 186); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR SCORE: &lt;span style="color: rgb(169, 1, 37); font-size: 18px;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(20, 44, 80); font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;What your score means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 14px; font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manang/Manong&lt;/b&gt; Kung babae ka, ikaw ang totoong halimbawa ng dalagang pilipina. Kung lalaki ka naman, pare kawawa ka naman, we need to find you a date. Isa kang hopeless romantic waiting for your one true love. Malamang tumanda kang binata/dalaga, tsaka mo pagsisisihan na sana kumerengkeng ka nung bata-bata ka pa. Pero sabi nga nila, yang mga manong/manang-types, yan ang mga nasa loob ang kulo. Kaya magpakatotoo ka, drink Sprite!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; color: rgb(65, 158, 28); margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCORING SYSTEM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(97, 30, 14); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt; a = 1 point&lt;br /&gt;b = 2 points&lt;br /&gt;c = 3 points&lt;br /&gt;d = 4 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 to 34 points&lt;/b&gt; = &lt;b&gt;Manang/Manong&lt;/b&gt; Kung babae ka, ikaw ang totoong halimbawa ng dalagang pilipina. Kung lalaki ka naman, pare kawawa ka naman, we need to find you a date. Isa kang hopeless romantic waiting for your one true love. Malamang tumanda kang binata/dalaga, tsaka mo pagsisisihan na sana kumerengkeng ka nung bata-bata ka pa. Pero sabi nga nila, yang mga manong/manang-types, yan ang mga nasa loob ang kulo. Kaya magpakatotoo ka, drink Sprite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;35 to 49 points&lt;/b&gt; = &lt;b&gt;Kikay ("Kikoy" for guys?)&lt;/b&gt; Medyo ngayon ka pa lang natututong lumandi. Maharot ka pa lang at hindi pa full-blown haliparot. Mahiyain ka pa ng konti at di mo pa gaanong kabisado ang tamang "moves" pagdating sa flirting, kaya madalas pang sumasablay ang mga hirit mo. Pero you're starting to discover your sexy confidence, and learning how to make a hot impression. Baka wala ka ng regalo from Santa this Christmas, kasi you're turning from nice to naughty, nyahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;50 to 64 points&lt;/b&gt; = &lt;b&gt;Kerengkeng&lt;/b&gt; Isa kang tunay na landutay. You're a tease, at mahilig kang makipag-flirt sa members of the opposite sex (o kahit members of the same sex.) Hindi sayo pinapakilala ng mga kaibigan mo ang mga syota nila kasi nilalandi mo lang, pero hindi mo naman inaagaw. Mostly hanggang naughty fun ka lang, alam mo pa din ang limitations mo sa pakikipaglandian... huwag ka lang malalasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;65 to 80 points&lt;/b&gt; = &lt;b&gt;Dyosa(for girls)/Machete(for guys)&lt;/b&gt; Maaari kang bigyan ng haliparot-of-the-year award. Isa kang totoong sex god/goddess. Yo know what you want and you go for it, wala ng kiyeme. Idol mo si Samantha Jones ng "Sex and the City." Walang makahindi sayo dahil kadalasan, naka-posas na sila bago pa man din nila malaman ang totoong hangarin mo. Maaaring nasa bilibid o koreksyunal ka na ngayon sa kasong exhibitionism, voyeurism, o acts of lasciviousness. Sa elementarya pa lang ay na-principal ka na sa kasong public display of affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. natatawa talaga ako. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-4783961140768599646?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/4783961140768599646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=4783961140768599646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4783961140768599646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4783961140768599646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/karengkeng-ba-ako.html' title='Karengkeng ba ako?'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-7506542217716029920</id><published>2008-05-26T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:29:37.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahil ako'y bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dahil ako'y bored. I took this super funny quiz on tristancafe.com&lt;br /&gt;hahah, nakaktawa siyang sagutan kasi nakakatawa yung mga tanong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaano raw ako katanga sa pag-ibig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 15px; padding: 4px; font-size: 17px; font-family: arial,serif; color: rgb(65, 158, 28); background-color: rgb(247, 228, 186); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR SCORE: &lt;span style="color: rgb(169, 1, 37); font-size: 18px;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(20, 44, 80); font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;What your score means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 14px; font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wagi sa pag-ibig!&lt;/b&gt; Slightly engot ka lang sa pag-ibig. Careful ka kasi in your relationships, at realistic ang expectations mo when it comes to love. You're not exactly a wide-eyed hopeless romantic. Most probably, ilang beses ka na din nasaktan in your past romances, at dahil may konting utak ka naman, you've learned from those experiences. Hindi ka ganun kadali ma-in-love, hindi ka ganun kabilis magtiwala, pero minsan tatanga-tanga ka pa din. Well, ganyan naman yata ang nature ng pag-ibig. Minsan love is blind talaga. Willing ka i-overlook ang ibang mga pagkakamali o pagkukulang ng labidabs mo, basta ba hindi naman sukdulang lokohan na ang nagaganap, in which case, lokohin nya lelang nyang panot. Advice: don't give up on love, dadating din ang right person for you. Pero kung hindi, well, sorry ka na lang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; color: rgb(65, 158, 28); margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCORING SYSTEM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(97, 30, 14); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt; a = 1 point&lt;br /&gt;b = 2 points&lt;br /&gt;c = 3 points&lt;br /&gt;d = 4 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 to 34 points&lt;/b&gt; = &lt;b&gt;Wagi sa patigasan ng puso!&lt;/b&gt; "Pag-ibig?" Mukhang wala yata yun sa bokabularyo mo. Well, nakikipag-boyfriend/girlfriend ka pa din, but you treat your romantic relationships na parang business: professional, calculated, de numero ang kilos. Nakokornihan ka sa sobrang romantic displays of affection at sa mga kadalasang abubot ng romance, in fact corny sa'yo ang mga terms of endearment like "Babes" (eew!), "Honey" (yuck!) at "creampuff" (please lang, nakakasuka na ha!) Medyo may pagka-conservative ka, stiff, and a bit self-centered. You're a no-nonsense person, and definitely hindi uubra sa'yo ang monkey business. Kung loloko-loko ang partner mo, tsugi agad sya, sisipain mo pa sya palabas ng pinto, sa korte suprema na lang sya magpaliwanag. In fact, sa sobrang wais mo pagdating sa pag-ibig, malamang tumanda kang binata/dalaga. Advice: huwag masyado maging cynical, masarap din yatang magpakatanga sa pag-ibig paminsan-minsan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;35 to 49 points&lt;/b&gt; = &lt;b&gt;Wagi sa pag-ibig!&lt;/b&gt; Slightly engot ka lang sa pag-ibig. Careful ka kasi in your relationships, at realistic ang expectations mo when it comes to love. You're not exactly a wide-eyed hopeless romantic. Most probably, ilang beses ka na din nasaktan in your past romances, at dahil may konting utak ka naman, you've learned from those experiences. Hindi ka ganun kadali ma-in-love, hindi ka ganun kabilis magtiwala, pero minsan tatanga-tanga ka pa din. Well, ganyan naman yata ang nature ng pag-ibig. Minsan love is blind talaga. Willing ka i-overlook ang ibang mga pagkakamali o pagkukulang ng labidabs mo, basta ba hindi naman sukdulang lokohan na ang nagaganap, in which case, lokohin nya lelang nyang panot. Advice: don't give up on love, dadating din ang right person for you. Pero kung hindi, well, sorry ka na lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;50 to 64 points&lt;/b&gt; = &lt;b&gt;Wagi sa kamanyakan!&lt;/b&gt; Isa kang certified nymphomaniac. Hindi mo kailangan ng pag-ibig. Ang kailangan mo ay "sex toys" kung ikaw ay babae o apple pie (a la American Pie, the Movie) kung ikaw ay lalaki. First date pa lang, motel agad ang nasa-isip mo, and in fact meron ka na yatang discount cards sa lahat ng motels. You think that love is just a game, and nobody plays it better than you. Bihira kang magkaroon ng relationships na tumatagal ng mahigit isang buwan. Ang policy mo kasi, better to leave them first before they leave you. Pero ang tanong: masaya ka ba? You may need to change your lifestyle, coz you won't stay young forever. Baka maging DOM (Dirty Old Man) o matrona ang kalabasan mo pagtanda mo, sige ka. Advice: always practice safe sex. At make sure na hindi kakalat yang sex video mo na naka-store sa cellphone mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;65 to 80 points&lt;/b&gt; = &lt;b&gt;Wagi sa katangahan!&lt;/b&gt; Magandang gawing kwento sa "Maalaala Mo Kaya" ang mga karanasan mo. Lagi kang api. Lagi kang sinasaktan. Lagi kang niloloko. Pero naman, di natin sila masisisi. Isa kang kanunu-nunuan ng katanga-tangahan pagdating sa pag-ibig. You commit all the classic mistakes when it comes to romantic relationships, pwede kang maging "Exhibit A" on how to lose a guy/girl in ten days. Totoo, madalas kang magmahal. It seems that you're in love with the concept of love, at feeling mo hindi ka mabubuhay ng walang minamahal o nagmamahal sa'yo, kaya madalas OA (over-acting) ka na sa mga relationships mo. Pero in the end, lagi ka pa din sawi sa pag-ibig. Bakit? Hindi na kami mag-aaksaya ng panahon na ipaliwanag sa'yo dahil hindi mo rin maiintindihan, eng-eng ka talaga. Advice lang ha: sa susunod na magpakalat ang Diyos ng "common sense" sa mundo, huwag ka na ulit magtago sa kuweba ha? Para mabahagian ka naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-7506542217716029920?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/7506542217716029920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=7506542217716029920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7506542217716029920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/7506542217716029920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/dahil-akoy-bored.html' title='Dahil ako&apos;y bored'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-5218719776495300788</id><published>2008-05-26T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:29:06.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of  Boredom</title><content type='html'>Occasional mood swings and such. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually out of things to blog about. I need something new and fresh. Waha. I hope something interesting comes up so that I may write about it.&lt;br /&gt;Tss. I dont know na. Pero I'm feeling something in me that wants to express stuff. Things that's just been bothering me but am not bothering to even check them out. Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah. This makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ann &amp;amp; Kimoy, imy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-5218719776495300788?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/5218719776495300788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=5218719776495300788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5218719776495300788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/5218719776495300788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-of-boredom.html' title='Because of  Boredom'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-4417007923648293</id><published>2008-05-26T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:27:17.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, needless to say, I had to put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit ganon ang treatment ng ibang tao sa akin. Oo, kanina, hinayaan ko na kayong magsalita, pero tatanggapin ko sana, kaso wala yung inaasahan ko. Hindi nga naman maiiwasan ang judgement sa isang tao dahil walang perpekto. Pero bakit ganon.?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're fully aware in how I'm feeling. Pero minsan, just confronting the things I avoid and fixing the problem is a good solution. Pero ulit, sa situation kong ito... it's better if I just backoff... Because it's just hard  for me to handle... Life sucks you know..Puro nalang ako tanggap ng tanggap. Minsan, nahihirapan na ako. Alam niyo yun, it's hard to cope up with acceptance. Pero ngayon, ako nanaman yung sinasabihan na tumigil. Oo na.&lt;br /&gt;People are such turds ano. And I hate the way they pretend and pretend. Haaaay. They should not complicate things na sana e. They should not complicate things na, thinking that it could turn out for something better but really it meant something else... And to make it clear, I am not saying that I am higher than any of them... But please, minsan tanggapin niyo yung mistakes niyo.... Hindi sa lahat ng oras tama kayo..&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. Alam kong bitter na ako masyado. At hindi ko masisisi sarili ko dahil nasasaktan talaga ako. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Kaya siguro aantayin ko yung inaasahan ko, tatanggapin ko naman yun e. Pero may aasahan pa ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, sa sino mang nakabangga ko, minsan hindi talaga ganon kadali magpatawad. Alam niyo yun, mahirap na ngang kalimutan yung ginawa niyo sa akin.. mas lalong mahirap yung tanggapin lahat ng yun... kaya mahihirapan akong magpatawad ng ganon ganon na lang... Sa ngayon, hindi ko lulunukin ang pride ko. Haha. Masaklap pa nga, ako palagi yung lumalabas na mali. Yun yun e. Bastusin niyo man ako, sabihan ng kung ano.. Bahala na kayo...&lt;br /&gt;Salamat nlng sa mga kaibigan kong nagtatanggol. Tska dun sa isang mokong, wala ako masabi... Salamat lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May pagkakataon lahat ng tao na magbago&lt;/span&gt;... Ponder on those words... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-4417007923648293?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/4417007923648293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=4417007923648293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4417007923648293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/4417007923648293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/pride.html' title='Pride.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-3256720488180024040</id><published>2008-05-25T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T05:23:40.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Track.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One moment i'm happy, the next moment i'm moody. So yea, today has been extremely off track. Whatever. Anyway, that incident just ticked me off to the nth level..  Wala kayong magawang matino, alam niyo ba yun? I can't bear to deal with that again.. I won't just let you get away with it without knowing what you did and suffer the consequences... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So yea, what did they do? haha. I actually don't want to share it yet again.. But well, let's just put it this way.. Wala akong kamalaymalay sa mga pinagsasabi niyo tungkol sa akin, tas kapag pinagtanggol ako ng iba, kayo pa magagalit at magpupumilit na lumabas na tama. tangina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay. I do not wish to talk about it further. Pero salamat sa mga nagmamalasakit. Kayo naman, mag bagong buhay na kayo. Kung wala kayong magawang matino, walang ring matinong mangyayari sa buhay niyo. Wag niyo na kasi kami pakialaman, may sarili na nga kaming mundo e. At kung sa tingin niyo e kayo ang tama, si et, nababaliw na kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-3256720488180024040?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/3256720488180024040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=3256720488180024040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3256720488180024040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/3256720488180024040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-track.html' title='Off Track.'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-81891035971259536</id><published>2008-05-25T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:52:34.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pano mo malaman kung masaya ka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I so miss the world. Haha. And im bored like hell. But I dont feel like updating this ultra boring crap. Waha. Nakakatamad naman kasi magkwento, lalo na kung marami kang gustong sabihin, pero kapag sinimulan mo na... nawawala na yung mga salita mo. tss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm happy in school. Pero minsan, tinatamad na ren ako. Pero this day was awesome. Our room was filled with laughter. At nagsamasama ako, si pancake at si bane. Naglaro kame. Tas nakasama ko sila sa pichuran. Ansaya. Baliw pa naman silang dalawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pero minsan,  i hate life na kamo.... I know i'm happy with my life... Umiikot lang naman sa skul, kaibigan at pamilya... But im quite scared.. Kasi para bang yung pagiging happy is a risk.. Na alam mong masaya ka ngayong araw na to... tas kinabukasan di mo na alam kung anong aasahan mo.. di ba? Hayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, im very much enjoying my life right now... Sana hindi na mawala kasiyahan ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pero ayan na nga, labas na daw results ng uste. Anu na ako? Waaaa. Pagdsal niyo naman ako. Ayun na lang pag-asa ko e. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paano mo malalaman kung masaya ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kapag hindi mo na tinatanong sa sarili mo yan. &lt;/span&gt;&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/7824398683818415572-81891035971259536?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/81891035971259536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=81891035971259536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/81891035971259536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/81891035971259536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/pano-mo-malaman-kung-masaya-ka.html' title='Pano mo malaman kung masaya ka?'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824398683818415572.post-8758267112677175673</id><published>2008-05-25T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:51:57.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am having a little problem with falling asleep at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, Im a terrible insomniac.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fall asleep lying down in bed with anywhere near the ease.&lt;br /&gt;I am also a ridiculously light sleeper, that any sound or light wakes me up.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep with anyone at all in the room , let alone in my bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;I literally can't remember the last time I managed to sleep an entire night without waking up at least once. And ngayon lang ako naging ganito! Ngayong vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Perhaps I should try sleeping sitting up with the television on and seven hundred people watching it with me at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824398683818415572-8758267112677175673?l=fluffygulaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/feeds/8758267112677175673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824398683818415572&amp;postID=8758267112677175673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8758267112677175673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824398683818415572/posts/default/8758267112677175673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffygulaman.blogspot.com/2008/05/insomnia-alert.html' title='Insomnia Alert!'/><author><name>Kled Mendoza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875004303048501088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
