<?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-3045826555365717395</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:42:47.529+08:00</updated><category term='american idol'/><category term='math'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='problems'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='voice'/><category term='manila'/><category term='song'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='love'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>who1klara</title><subtitle type='html'>nonsensical words.. from day-to-day life experience of an ordinary girl who wants to grow up.. who tries to be a mature grown up.. bet never really grown.. : |</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045826555365717395.post-4526135394747881445</id><published>2010-03-24T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:57:08.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost a LOVE letter...</title><content type='html'>My everdearest Irene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you open this, you'll be moments away from walking down the aisle. I will say a prayer for you that you may find meaning in what you're about to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why we ever met. Is it only for me to find fleeting happiness but experience eternal pain? Is it only for us to find a true love but then lose it again? Or is it because there's a bigger plan for the two of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you have experienced true happiness with me. I have done everything humanly possible to love you. And today, as you make your vows . . . I make my own vow to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you for the rest of my life. I loved you from the first time I laid eyes on you, to the time we spent together, up to the final moments of your single life. But more importantly, I will love you until the life in me is gone and until we are together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry about me! I will be happy for you. I have enough memories of us to last me a lifetime. Always remember though that in my heart, in my mind and in my soul, YOU WILL ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . AND THE WONDERFUL THINGS YOU DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE MINE . . . . AND MINE ALONE, and I WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS AND YOURS ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU FOREVER, I LOVE YOU FOR ALWAYS. AS LONG AS I'M LIVING MY TWEETIE YOU'LL BE!"2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternally yours,&lt;br /&gt;NOLI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-4526135394747881445?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/4526135394747881445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=4526135394747881445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/4526135394747881445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/4526135394747881445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045826555365717395.post-2160718768252136283</id><published>2010-01-11T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:42:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertical Horizon. love them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYFEmVtIw6o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYFEmVtIw6o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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none;line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://klara07.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/5518"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.klara07.multiply.com/image/hWv9-Pm4eplJvXvNxWZ30g/photos/1M/300x300/5518/eyer.jpg?et=8otJFJUWHv%2ByrtCt6lhaOg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this coming sem.. and for the rest of my life.. I SHOULD STOP RANTING.. do what should be done and be productive.MAKE use OF the "i think" weaknesses to be stronger AND BE BETTER (OR THE BEST). i'm tired of being just "average"... to fail. to cry. to be depressed. to be stressed.&lt;br&gt;I never stopped dreaming of the future, of my future. But, I realized that its all that I do.. Neglecting the present which bars myself from those dreams. I should've gotten things right if I hadn't focused my attention that every task is hard and I can't do it (but still ending doing it). However, in the process of finishing the task, my goal was to finish it rather than finishing with the result of feeling TRULY SATISFIED, fulfilled, and happy with my work.&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of being depressed, of feeling stressed. In the end, I realize that its all my fault. It's not that the exams are hard, the lessons or reading materials are hard to read and understand. professors embodying the high level of toxicity and I, ending up blaming them for getting average to "just passing" grades. My professor was right, quoting one of Marx's books. If you see a problem, it means you see also see a solution. Well, maybe the solution was just hard for me or for most of us to accept and to admit because of the possibility of giving up things that provides the temporary immunity from reality. We may have unique views on what is reality. what is true to reality is that it will always have good and bad.. balancing everything out. having the "end product" of learning and becoming a better person for a better world.&lt;br&gt;NOW, I should STOP SAYING that its GOING TO BE hard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUT RATHER, i should say, I AM READY TO ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"POTAAAAAAAAAA!!! WATDAFAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="padding: 0px;display: block;float: left;margin-left: -10px;font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KKK!" (JEN,2009) XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_left" style="padding: 2px 10px 5px 0px;clear: left;line-height: 14px;float: left;width: 180px;"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img" style="border-width: 0px;margin: 0px;padding: 0px;clear: none;line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="/photo.php?pid=741099&amp;op=1&amp;view=all&amp;subj=170665354546&amp;aid=-1&amp;auser=0&amp;oid=170665354546&amp;id=1080275644" style="cursor: pointer;color: rgb(59, 89, 152);text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-1539730288369434089?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/1539730288369434089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=1539730288369434089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/1539730288369434089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/1539730288369434089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking-and-realizing-things-out-loud.html' title='thinking and realizing things OUT LOUD.'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-1223499714756610212</id><published>2009-10-29T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:11:32.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A POEM FOR MYSLEF</title><content type='html'>THE LIFE I LIVE&lt;br /&gt;THE LIFE I GIVE&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE HAS LEFT&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOW SO SCARED&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR TO HURT&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR TO BE&lt;br /&gt;BECOMING ME&lt;br /&gt;IS SOMETHING YOU SHOULD NOT BE&lt;br /&gt;I AM SELFISH&lt;br /&gt;I AM FOOLISH&lt;br /&gt;NOWHERE WILL IT TAKE ME&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE JUST UNCERTAIN&lt;br /&gt;OR UNLUCKY&lt;br /&gt;I CARE FOR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;I CARE FOR PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE BRAVE&lt;br /&gt;I'LL FACE MISERY AND SCRUTINY&lt;br /&gt;FROM ALL THE PEOPLE ALL EYES ON ME&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-1223499714756610212?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/1223499714756610212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=1223499714756610212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/1223499714756610212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/1223499714756610212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem-for-myslef.html' title='A POEM FOR MYSLEF'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045826555365717395.post-4640381629348516418</id><published>2009-09-17T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:18:53.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day dream</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things inside my head right now. There is this issue which I do not know how I can even resolve it. My confidence is at its lowest point. I'm with this crowd of geniuses but I feel left out for not being, simply, like them... I try to study... I try so hard to step out of my shell and brave enough to work harder, study harder.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;I know I want something.. but I don't know what it is... what they are..&lt;br /&gt;There is just this feeling inside me, screaming for freedom...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this EMO post... don't worry... no tear will slide down my eyes and down to my cheeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-4640381629348516418?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/4640381629348516418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=4640381629348516418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/4640381629348516418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/4640381629348516418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-dream.html' title='day dream'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-2660607291177153559</id><published>2008-11-24T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:11:57.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace;white-space: pre-wrap;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;never expected that i would see that sweet and bubbly person cry  we are here for you.. you know who you are..   lesson learned..  never expect to much especially if there is no commitment at all  lesson to be taught  c'mon guys. wag paasa na magsasabi na you value a person so much and then the next day, just friends na lang.. DON'T GIVE MIX SIGNALS. KAHIT NA WALANG COMMITMENT, WAG PAASA. (gago!)  advice: get yourself busy study harder focus on achieving your acad goals have clean fun with your true and trusted friends cry on their shoulders if you can't take it anymore smile after and be happy for the experience (parang rollercoster na lang)  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-2660607291177153559?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/2660607291177153559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=2660607291177153559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2660607291177153559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2660607291177153559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-day.html' title='emo day'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-2972237705311933239</id><published>2008-10-31T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:13:12.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RVC INDUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);background-image: initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment: initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial;-webkit-background-origin: initial;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 4px;padding-right: 4px;padding-bottom: 4px;padding-left: 4px;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;font-size: 13px;height: auto;width: auto;background-position: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes.. it is..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;show off your uber cute self.. hehehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on saturday.. yes this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;, 2008, 8am, &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;{&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;don't be late!}&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;sa UPM po ang induction (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;saan pa nga ba??&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;the search is on for the new faces of RVC!!! harharhar!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;whole day po ito.. hope to see you there.. announce ko na lang kung saan room..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;before i forget..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;REGISTRATION VOLUNTEER CORPS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;"RVC"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;sila yung mga students na volunteers tuwing registration or better known as ENROLLMENT..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;mas makikilala niyo sila kapag pumunta kayo sa induction sa monday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;we don't bite.. mabait kami.. hehehehehe...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;promise.. masaya ito!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;kita kitz!! pede na sumali mga &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;freshies!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-2972237705311933239?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/2972237705311933239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=2972237705311933239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2972237705311933239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2972237705311933239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/10/rvc-induction_31.html' title='RVC INDUCTION'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-4988417115520133568</id><published>2008-10-29T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:59:49.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RVC INDUCTION</title><content type='html'>ok! sa wakas! heto na ibibigay ko na!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa november 3 na ang induction ng RVC. freshies pede na sumali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be one of us. see yah there. PM me for other infos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-4988417115520133568?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/4988417115520133568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=4988417115520133568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/4988417115520133568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/4988417115520133568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/10/rvc-induction.html' title='RVC INDUCTION'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-7129184104759161454</id><published>2008-10-13T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:45:56.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO MY FWENDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;di ako OL hanggang october 24, 2008... huhuhu..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'll miss you all.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;emo! yuck!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyways! ayun..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-7129184104759161454?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/7129184104759161454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=7129184104759161454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/7129184104759161454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/7129184104759161454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-fwends.html' title='TO MY FWENDS!'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-2462910215633519101</id><published>2008-10-09T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:34:16.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMOSEXUAL EDUCATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is in connection with my COMM II Final Paper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for sure not all of us have fully accepted the homosexuality in this country grounded by its traditional beliefs on sex and gender. but we cannot make LESBIANS, GAYS, BISEXUALS, AND TRANSGENDERED, dissapper or even order them to change themseves into what they were originally. I am for the granting of equal rights among these LGBT's, not just rights but also respect as part of these world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I would like to seek on your views on the proposition of Homosexual Education, it is a subject to be integrated in the present curriculum to alleviate discrimination against homosexuals. the goal is to be able to educate the people of the concept of Homosexuality. If we would be very observant in our society, there are kids who have felt of being ONE of the LGBT, but when they disclose it to public, often times they are welcomed with disgust and pressured to reconsider their realization of themselves. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sharing your views would really help me big time and will be much appreciated. THANK YOU. EMAIL TO ME YOUR VIEWS REGARDING THE TOPIC. &lt;a href="mailto:klarizze_valdoria@yahoo.com"&gt;klarizze_valdoria@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-2462910215633519101?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/2462910215633519101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=2462910215633519101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2462910215633519101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2462910215633519101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/10/homosexual-education.html' title='HOMOSEXUAL EDUCATION'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-6855429486635986482</id><published>2008-10-09T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:52:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: DON'T READ THIS. CONTAINS THINGS HARD FOR YOU TO HANDLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OK. sana wala akong mga bagsak, please lang.. bakit ba ganito sa UPM.. ang GE, astang major.. grrr..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i admit, kasalanan din ako.. pero its not my fault kung nakakaantok talaga siya, parang everytime that person opens her mouth, haaayy.. every word dances out of that person's mouth like the notes of Peter Piper (tama ba? yung sa fairytale ito), makes my eyes feel heavy, starting to drowse off, and there.. zzzzZZZZZZ.... don't worry, nap lang yun.. pero nagigising ako, ang weird kasi mga 5mins pa lang ako nakakatulog nanaginip na ako.. hehehehehehe....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;next sem will be a different sem.. shet!!! kailangan ko ng makalipat sa diliman!!!!! mas malapit, mas makakatipid ako hindi ako ma-sstress..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;oh God.. please.. guide me and show me the right path..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;malapit na ang christmas, eh diba kaka-january pa lang.. hahahaha!! patawa. anyway, naunahan lang ako ni dm na mag-post ako ng wishlist for this coming holiday.. pero, heto na... hahahahaha!! pag-nabasa mo ito, you have to choose among the gifts i want for christmas!! wahahahahahaha!! eh kasi naman, babasa basa ka jan eh..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Cadbury chocolate bar, now this is very important, kailangan MACADEMIA nuts..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. TWILIGHT MOVIE TICKETS.. dapat advance ito mabigay kasi sa november na ito noh?! demanding.. hehehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. ADOBE CS4, yung nag-wowork sa vista..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. UPM JACKET, yung may hood na astig ang design, hindi yung unang labas.. maroon, small ang size ko.. duh?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. MYMP concert ticket, hindi ko alam kung may concert sila pero matagal ko na silang gustong makita magperform live.. huhuhu!!! and/or MYMP NOW album.. hehehehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. HOST book, by Stephanie Meyer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Analog Soul na Laptop sleeve, 14'1 ang size ng laptop ko.. harharharhar!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. TREAT SA MA-MON-LUK.. WAHAHAHAHAHAHa!!! sarap ng mami dun eh, actually lahat na pagkain dun macharap!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. ORGANIZER SA POWERBOOKS, yung parang kasing laki lang ng ordinaryong notebook. dapat yung nakakamotivate ang colors, pink/green/orange/ any color na parang culay candy.. hehehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Banana Peel flip- flops, size 6.. basta cute&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. ISAW yung manok sa tindahan ni Mang Larry yun nabibili sa UPD, bente nun.. hahahahahaha!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. BALUT, gusto ko mga 3 pede na..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. POST-ITZ, yung super bright ang color..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. NIGHT-OUT with my CLOSE-friends (sa UPM and pati yung mga UPD) (YUNG SA BICOL GANUN DIN, I MISS THEM SO MUCH)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. LAPTOP BAG na backpack na ang tanging kasya ay 14'1 na laptop ang yung adpator nya.. hehehehehehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So there, as of now, yun pa lang naman.. ADVANCE THANK YOU!!! wahahahahahahahaha!!!! ADVANCE MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;p.s.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;yung last eh fun time with.. ehem... special someone.. hehehehe.. *cheezy*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-6855429486635986482?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/6855429486635986482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=6855429486635986482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/6855429486635986482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/6855429486635986482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/10/warning-don-read-this-contains-things.html' title='WARNING: DON&amp;#39;T READ THIS. CONTAINS THINGS HARD FOR YOU TO HANDLE.'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-8330841320995103839</id><published>2008-09-24T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:09:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UTOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;bakit nga ba utot ang naisipang title sa blog na ito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;hmmmm?? gusto ko lang maglabas ng sama ng loob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ako lang naman may kasalanan.. eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ok payn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;1. nakakainis kasi palapit na ang deadline ng PS14 Final Paper!!!! 2 weeks na lang at may isa pa akong paper na kailangan matapos kung hindi guguho na naman ang mundo ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;2. exams exams examsssssszzzzzzz!!!!! histo 4 September 30, natsci 8 October 2, polsci14 Sepetember 27!!!!! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;3. ano pa ba?? actually tingin ko kaya ko naman ito.. kaso nga lang by the way you look at it... DI MO ALAM KUNG SAAN KA MAGSISIMULA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;4. buhay nga naman... pati ba naman kami, nahawa ng financial crisis ng US... globalization talaga.. i know... may advantages.. pero kaya nga may concept na disadvantage kasinag-exist si advantage.. (getz nyo ba???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;5. ay oo nga pala, nagreport kami ngayon sa polsci 14, well, ayos naman siya.. kaso nung turn ko na, ayun di ko natapos so kailangan ko siyang ipagpatuloy next meeting... hehehehehehehehe... MAGHAHANDA AKO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;6. so.. utot.. don't worry... itong sama ng loob na ito ay maihahambing mo na ngayon sa kabag (yung hangin sa loob ng tiyan) na kapag nilabas mo sa pamamagitan ng pag-utot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;eh... WALANG AMOY.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;haahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-8330841320995103839?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/8330841320995103839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=8330841320995103839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/8330841320995103839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/8330841320995103839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/09/utot.html' title='UTOT'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-5799655557774346778</id><published>2008-09-18T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:10:09.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basura bags sa STATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://klara07.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNH6sgoKCn0AAD3Tir81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.klara07.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNH6sgoKCn0AAD3Tir81/basura.png?et=ABuFYxExA6%2B%2C2XChdoI2iA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yup.. looks familiar.. like you've seen it here in our country.. it is from our country..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;imagine, they are selling it there $23.95 equal to Php 1125.65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;that's super expensive.. i mean, for us.. hhehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;but its really great that the people who made these kind of bags are earning much more than they used to (are they)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;i do hope so.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;i just had an idea in mind.. well, what if..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;1. the government imposes to everyone who goes grocery shopping to use these bags instead of those TOXIC-BAHA-CAUSING plastic bags..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;2. and in exchange of using those bags everytime they shop, the government can lower the taxes they pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;i hope they agree with me..&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;p&gt;they their own red carpet..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;itz just really ironic to me, that these people would take the time and money (lot's of it, really, a lot) to dress up..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;commenting on PGMA's dress, I LOVE IT.. AND I MEAN IT.. but..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hehehehehe!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;she claimed, (or did she??) her dress was just worth 3K, and it symbolizes her being one with the "poor"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;C'MON????!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm not for her, and i'm not that against her either..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm moreon the neutral side&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;weighing everything before i make a judgement&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. she said that because of her important desicions (for the good of the country daw) she was unpopular&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;reaction: maybe part of it is true. somethings are meant to be sacrificed.. tsk tsk tsk..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. the vat couldn't be scraped off because it aids the poor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;reaction: helps the poor??? the poor pays for it, too. and i personally think the middle class are becoming these poor people..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. her "special guests" wohoo!! the child hero, the jeepney driver, the mayor (part of an ethnic group), of course you remember him, he's the only person wearing something different.. hahahahahahaha!!! the lady welders,.. and so on..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. the .50 text.. hahahahahha!!! that we should thank her for it.. (promo lang kaya yung, 3 months lang nga eh)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. and get this, P3B for the anti-graft!!! that's big money.. i sense some people wanting to buy new cars or new houses?? basta, new something.. hehehehehhe!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and the list goes on.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;oooohh!!! i just noticed something...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the house of reps.. the members, almost COMPLETE ATTENDANCE!!! wahahahhahahahaha!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;_end_&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-4493833960023701167?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/4493833960023701167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=4493833960023701167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/4493833960023701167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/4493833960023701167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-to-ponder.html' title='thoughts to ponder'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-3852580025446181855</id><published>2008-07-24T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:03:41.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attention!! postponed po yung INDUCTION SA RVC..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;opo, move po yung date which i don't know when&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but i'll be keeping you all posted..!!! sorry sa abala..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-3852580025446181855?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/3852580025446181855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=3852580025446181855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3852580025446181855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3852580025446181855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/07/attention-postponed-po-yung-induction.html' title='attention!! postponed po yung INDUCTION SA RVC..'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-2864317870484478651</id><published>2008-07-08T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:39:19.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an article that made me cry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fontkick"&gt;i never knew him.. reading this article introduced me to him.. haaayy.. how inspiring.. THANK YOU KA BEL.. may your soul rest in peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fontkick"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="fontheadline"&gt;Quiapo vendors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="fontsubheadline"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fontbyline"&gt;By Consuelo Maria G. Lucero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="fontbyline"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="fonttimestamp"&gt;First Posted 01:19:00 07/03/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="fonteditor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The day after “Ka Bel” died, my father sent me an email urging me to go to the wake for the party-list representative. He said Crispin Beltran was once his boss and one whom he deeply respected, and he felt it was his filial obligation to offer flowers and prayers at his wake. But since he was away in Maastricht, the Netherlands, on a scholarship, he asked me to go his place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m no leftist; I’m not even politically inclined, as some of my schoolmates have probably noted. So when I put on my denim pants and rubber shoes to go to Manila’s Quiapo district to buy some flowers, I thought that I was merely doing what my father had asked me to do: to offer flowers and prayers for a dead man.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I got to Quiapo, I searched the flower vendors at the side of the church, trying to imagine what colors my father would have wanted. I stopped at a nondescript stall with green, maroon and pink flowers, not just the usual yellow and white. The vendor told the white or yellow mums would cost P100, but if I picked assorted colors it would cost me P150.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I tried to bargain, and she brought down the price of the latter to P140.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I asked if the funeral wreath came with ribbons. “Extra P20 kung may ribbon,” she said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I did not bother to haggle anymore. Then I handed her a piece of paper on which I had copied the epitaph my father wrote: “Pagpugay sa dakilang anak ng uring manggagawa, Ka Bel; Ang buhay at alaala mo’y titis ng pag-asa sa pakikibaka ng uri. — Kas. George.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The vendor was shocked by the long message. I figured that she was used to writing only “Condolence and sympathy” on the ribbon. But she talked so loud that the other vendors came over.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Santissima! Kay Ka Bel mo ba ibibigay?” a vendor of Lego-like toys asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I nodded and smiled.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Diyos ko, Mare, huwag mo na singilin!” she told the flower vendor. “Kay Ka Bel naman pala eh. Kapatid natin iyon sa pakikibaka.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They called their friends, who were selling trinkets worth P10 or less. One of them offered to do the writing, declaring his handwriting was the best. Others shared their opinions about Ka Bel. Some told the flower vendor to add more flowers on the wreath.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Nakakasama kasi namin sa rally si Ka Bel,” the friendly toy vendor explained.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oo, at wala siyang paki kahit mga mahihirap kami,” the man with the nice handwriting chimed in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some asked me if I was going alone, or if I was with a leftist group. I politely told them that I was going on behalf of my school organization.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When they asked me what school I attended, someone said, “Mabuting may mga matatalino pa ring sumusuporta sa mga mahihirap.” I did have the courage to tell them I was no leftist.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally they finished the wreath, beautifully done. The flower vendor told me that with all the additions, the wreath was now worth more than P200, but she was giving it to me for free as her own offering for Ka Bel. A vendor of plastic bags gave me a big red-and-white plastic free of charge. And while I was preparing to leave, a cigarette vendor came with a small bouquet of white mums and asked me to bring them to their champion. Then they all bade me a cheery goodbye, while asking me to extend their condolences to Ka Bel’s family. I rode the jeepney to Taft Avenue with a heart that was never more deeply touched.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Had my father been here, he would have gone every day to the wake. He would have go to Ka Bel’s funeral, marching with his buddies in the labor group Kilusang Mayo Uno, sharing pictures and stories of Ka Bel and the KMU. He probably would not have thought of asking me to go with him, knowing that I am not interested in rallies and leftist organizations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But maybe it was a good thing that he was away and had to ask me to do this. I never would have come so close to the poor and neither would have known how deeply they felt about Ka Bel, their “brother in the struggle” against poverty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consuelo Maria G. Lucero, 17, is a third-year Bachelor of Arts in Comparative Literature student at the University of the Philippines in Diliman, Quezon City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-2864317870484478651?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/2864317870484478651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=2864317870484478651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2864317870484478651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2864317870484478651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/07/article-that-made-me-cry.html' title='an article that made me cry..'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-7856072763569569850</id><published>2008-06-24T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:11:41.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romantika!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bikoy.net/archives/2008/06/19/she-says-it-herself/"&gt;http://www.bikoy.net/archives/2008/06/19/she-says-it-herself/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;inspiration nating lahat.. hehehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-7856072763569569850?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/7856072763569569850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=7856072763569569850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/7856072763569569850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/7856072763569569850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/romantika.html' title='romantika!!'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-3706879718088058766</id><published>2008-06-24T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:10:13.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;money makes the world go round&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;can make a person go round&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;around people unfortunately lacks of money..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;do you even have that right to boss around&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to treat everyone lower than your level &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;like maids..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but the problem is,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;respect is not there anymore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what annoys me the most&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;nangangaral sila &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;naririnig ba nila mga sinasabi nila??&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;they play with your minds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you thought they were the most trusting people you have..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;wrong!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;do not do unto others what you do not want others to do unto you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haaayyy.. nagsisimba nga pero labas din sa tenga yung mga pinapangaral sa simbahan..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm sorry.. i know guilty din ako..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i do not deny that..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dapat matuto din tayo i-admit na may mali din tayo..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hindi dahil mas matalino or mas mayaman or mas magaling ka&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;palagi kang tama&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"hindi ini-IMPOSE ang RESPECT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;YOU SHOULD EARN it" -PBB, bea&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...to be continued&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-3706879718088058766?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/3706879718088058766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=3706879718088058766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3706879718088058766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3706879718088058766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/right-to-life.html' title='right to life'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-44017458934417644</id><published>2008-06-23T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:03:00.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so wala nga pasok na naman????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fontheadline"&gt;June 24 non-working holiday in Manila--Palace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="fontsubheadline"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fontbyline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="fontbyline"&gt;INQUIRER.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="fonttimestamp"&gt;First Posted 18:44:00 06/16/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="fonteditor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;MANILA, Philippines -- President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo has declared June 24 a special non-working holiday in the City of Manila. The declaration was made by virtue of Proclamation No. 1500, according to a statement to media by the city government.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;June 24 marks the 437th Foundation anniversary of Manila. The Proclamation was signed last May 9 but was released only this Monday by Malacañang, it said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It is but fitting and proper that the residents of the City be given full opportunity to celebrate the occasion with appropriate ceremonies,” President Arroyo said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine Evangelista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-44017458934417644?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/44017458934417644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=44017458934417644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/44017458934417644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/44017458934417644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-wala-nga-pasok-na-naman.html' title='so wala nga pasok na naman????'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-3446561435377501710</id><published>2008-06-23T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:00:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;no one gets tired of a love that you are sure of having forever..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so you see, i really found him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the one..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;some people ask me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"3 years? di ba nakakasawa?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it is not how old your realationship is..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it is how you love the person truthfully, faithfully, unconditionally&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no second thoughts of spending the rest of your life with the one you love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no regrets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no pressure&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;pure&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;true&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;respect&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;thank you God for this wonderful gift..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-3446561435377501710?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/3446561435377501710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=3446561435377501710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3446561435377501710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3446561435377501710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-like-this.html' title='love like this'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-49800921807163698</id><published>2008-06-21T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:10:29.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sched ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MTh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;natsci8 1:00-2:30&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;econ11 2:30-4:00&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TF&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;histo4 4:00-5:30&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;W&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PE walking 7-9&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;polsci14 9-12&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;psych101 1-4&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ang saya ng sched noh?? hehehe.. wala lang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-49800921807163698?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/49800921807163698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=49800921807163698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/49800921807163698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/49800921807163698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/sched-ko.html' title='sched ko'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-3786188957744827283</id><published>2008-06-16T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:54:01.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.C.U.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yah, i am.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i am what??&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;two loves at the same time that is the question..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;how can that possibly be..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;there can only be two people in a relationship..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that is why the term "couple" is used..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you tried your best to make everything work..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but how can something work if only one does the job&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this ordeal that i am facing..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;loving someone so much, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BUT..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the person you love is now loving someone else..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;zero..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;YOU EVEN TRied to court him..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the effort..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the love.. the pain you endured..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;just to make him feel how you love him so much..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;how important he is to you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;as i have said.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ZERO..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i would never neglect the idea that he is hurting too..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but, i never did him wrong.. i have always been faithful after i have learned that lesson..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;fighting for someone, as long as he also fighting with you.. to make everything work..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...that is love..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;never giving up.. both of you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-3786188957744827283?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/3786188957744827283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=3786188957744827283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3786188957744827283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3786188957744827283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/icu.html' title='I.C.U.'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-7681810859143634808</id><published>2008-06-11T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:34:39.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and found</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;driving alone.. in circles..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;lost.. never found..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;as the glass windows began to break.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i became bruised, scorned...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;how can these happen.. unexpectedly, you try to recover from the physical pain..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but that is just that..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;deep inside..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the hurt that i am feeling is incomparable from the heart that physically tortures me..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i have to hold on.. i want to hold on..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i may be alone.. bloody bruised and all..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;all of this pain i am willing to endure&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; to drive and get to you... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;have you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;be with you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i didn't dream of you for nothing..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i am going to fight for you because you are my everything...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you are my other half..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and i am yours..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i love you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so much..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;jm&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-7681810859143634808?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/7681810859143634808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=7681810859143634808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/7681810859143634808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/7681810859143634808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-and-found.html' title='lost and found'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-1009253598351310019</id><published>2008-06-08T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:21:46.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>narnia: prince caspian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qy7HIDYM3-"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;  &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qy7HIDYM3-" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/m4lifek/music/nQR9iguW/regina_spektor_the_call/"&gt;The Call - Regina Spektor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;this was the closing song for the movie.. awww.. susan left her prince.. while watching the movie, it made me realize something.. this is such a wonderful world.. yung mga places na most of mankind are like Telmarins who are unaware of other creatures that may be living in this world.. caring only for mankind's sake.. selfishness will never lead you anywhere.. you must be sensitive that God created us all, and we all have the right for our home.. but our world is the real world.. there are no susan, peter, edmund and lucy for us to be saved from the battle between good and evil.. no second chances.. no magic.. we must work on our own magic.. we call on God everytime we need help, when we are in trouble, or troubled.. i don't think that's bad at all.. I LOVE YOU GOD.. hehehehe.. my point is, why don't we ask for ourselves.. why not help each other.. even in our own little way, change can be possible.. of course, change for the better.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;KAKAtakot lang yung part, what if the trees can really move and isa sila sa mga may galit sa tao dahil sa pag-abuse natin sa natural resources natin.. i love the trees.. na-appreciate ko talaga yung places where they shot the movie.. ang ganda, sobra.. napaka-virgin pa ng forest.. hahahahaha!!! sana makapunta ako dun..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ang gwapo ni PETER!!!! hahahahahaha!! (sorry, just have to let it out..)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;yung war between the talmerins and narnians, parang in our world, yung global warming.. everything is changing fast.. yet some still have hope that we can surpass this change, but we must try hard.. no.. supah dupah hard.. tayo lang naman mag-susuffer.. don't let selfishness get in the way.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-1009253598351310019?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/1009253598351310019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=1009253598351310019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/1009253598351310019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/1009253598351310019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/narnia-prince-caspian.html' title='narnia: prince caspian'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-2470525321839540090</id><published>2008-06-08T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:23:47.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need help</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;currently i'm a 2nd year BA POLITICAL SCIENCE student  the NATIONAL UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES MANILA (a.k.a. UPM) and i plan to take Law at any prestigious Law school.. (up, ateneo,...)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my problem... di kami mayaman to support my plan after grad.. so have to think hard if political science will help me with that problem..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i plan to transfer at UPD next year.. BS Economics is at the top of my list of possible courses to transfer.. next is BA Comm Research and, lastly BA European Language..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i really want to pursue corporate law.. that is way i opt for having a degree in economics.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sa mga kumukuha ng ECON SA UPD... am i making the right decision??? would i get a job that will and CAN support my future plans to take up LAW????&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;can i still graduate on time.. if di ako mag-ttransfer, 2011 is the year expected for to graduate.. aabot kaya ako kung magttransfer ako to econ??? thanks a bunch!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-2470525321839540090?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/2470525321839540090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=2470525321839540090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2470525321839540090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2470525321839540090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-help.html' title='i need help'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-128731880129733757</id><published>2008-06-07T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:43:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://klara07.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEotWwoKCn0AAAOiddI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.klara07.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SEotWwoKCn0AAAOiddI1/IMG_1052.JPG?et=O8AsazbNGS2f4siP0Pjnig&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;totoo nga na kapag may nawala may dadating na bago.. (well, di naman talaga sila nawala, lumipat lang ng school) &lt;p&gt;miss ko na kayo..&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://klara07.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEotWwoKCn0AAAOiddI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;joining rvc was, very life changing...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;during the interview, of course, nininerbyos ako!!! who wouldn't.. pero, after all the drama i faced..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;waaaahhh!!! i got in.. i was really afraid of something before joining the pseudo-org.. to not be accepted by other members.. well, those praning thoughts were just praning thoughts..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;they proved me wrong..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;they were all nice people... funny, sensible, cool, astig pipz of upm..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;why??&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kahit na dapat nagpapahinga sila and i-ready ang mga sarili sa coming school year, they go to upm to help sa registration.. hindi biro ang pagiging rvc.. lalo na ang pagod and katakot na mga magulang or even students na pedeng mang-aaway sayo kasi di mo sila pina&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://klara07.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEotWwoKCn0AAAOiddI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;gbigyan sa gusto nila.. (late na, nagpupumilit na magregister, hindi yun pede, late reg ka na) &lt;p&gt;sa mga parents na freshie, kung mang-away man sila, you can't blame them, they waited and clueluss din sila sa mahabang pilahan at habulan sa mga prof na mag-aadvice sa up.. hehehehe.. pero rules are rules.. you have to comply, no matter what.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyway, i know, mas makikilala ko pa sila sa pagdaan ng mga registration days, pati na school days.. hehehe.. i hope i get to see them pag tapos na reg..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so yung di pa rvc dyan.. JOIN NA KAYO.. ALL UPM CAS STUDENTS ARE INVITE&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://klara07.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEothgoKCn0AABdS@bQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.klara07.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SEothgoKCn0AABdS@bQ1/IMG_1053.JPG?et=hnT3w9UAIiPhIAefu0chfw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://klara07.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEotWwoKCn0AAAOiddI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;D!!!  this mid sem magkakaron ng induction, i'll keep you all posted kung kelan ang date.. &lt;p&gt;wag kayo matakot.. we don't bite.. hahahahaha!!! join our one big (getting bigger) family!!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-128731880129733757?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/128731880129733757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=128731880129733757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/128731880129733757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/128731880129733757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/green-day.html' title='green day'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-8203298493758243490</id><published>2008-06-05T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:54:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happpened??!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hehehehe.. nawala ako noh sa sirkulasyon.. hihihi!!! ayan tawa.. ang saya ng week ko kasi duty ako sa rvc, EVERYDAY.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aha..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7:30 call time.. but unfortunately nalalate pa ako minsan.. grrrr!!! may fine siya!!! from P20 ----&gt;P50&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;nakakapagod yung 1st day.. my whole body ached.. big time!!! huhuhuhu!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;pero, ok lang pa din sa akin.. the important thing is very valuable naman ang ginawa ko...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i love to help as long as i can, of course..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;cheezy??? hehehehe!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;random things i enjoy during reg and after..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. kita kits with new-found friends...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. seeing never before seen pipz at upm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. kita kits with close friends.. (huh?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. having fun freshie/newbie watching..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. favorite post, CHECKING!!! wahahahahaha!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. pow-wows (rvc thingy) hehehehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. chikka sa mga naging classmates dati na rvc din.. ("parang getz?" -dyosa) hihihihi!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. helping the students of upm with their reg.. heehehehe!! MARTYR!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. hmmm?? kanina lang.. naform ang snow white and the 4 dwarfs.. hahahahahaha!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. tawanan tuwing pow-wows.. tapos labasan ng loob kay.. ehem!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. and the list goes on.. I LOVE RVC!!! im proud to be a rVc.. hehehehe!!!&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.klara07.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SEfTDgoKCn0AADDfHBA1/IMG_1045.JPG?et=lXDPfNwYKVr5ix3S5xwrQw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;burrrrrrppppppp!!!!! iba naman ito.. nangyari lang.. kasi dinner lang kami nila papa with my two uncles sa isang resto sa ortigas.. look at my plate.. hehehe.. simot!!! ANG SARAP NG SPARE RIBS NILA!!! waaaaaahhhh!!! my gosh!!!! sa RACKS.. hehehehe.. libre naman eh.. hehehehe.. pero the best.. imbitahan nyo ako kung maghahanda kayo dito ha??? hehehehe.. please and thank you.. (kapal)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;miss ko na kayo aikay, nette, lui, diwai, maricon, bree.. sana ok lang kayo dyan.. hehehehe!! good luck!! kaya nyo yan!!! aja!! mwaaaahhh!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-8203298493758243490?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/8203298493758243490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=8203298493758243490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/8203298493758243490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/8203298493758243490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happpened.html' title='what happpened??!!!!'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-525123484111087916</id><published>2008-05-30T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:43:14.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last part: MY SUMMER ROCKED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;it was last week when we last saw each other..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;walang kwenta pa nga kasi di na kami nakapag get-together after nung exam..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;iniisip ko kung ano bang magiging last part ng blog na ito..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmmmm?? bingo!! the best thing was to reminisce those bubbly moments with these people.. yung mas naalala ko sa kanilang mga nangyari.. hehehe.. (bakit nga ba bubbly?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;starting off with.. (hey this is in random order)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;si lui----&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;maybe yung nawala ang kanyang mahiwagang ID.. di ko man nahanap pero nahanap ni aikay sa CS.. (doon ba) hehehe.. baka kasi pag sinabi kong palma hall, meron mag-react at sabihing "napaka-NEWBIE" ko.. (hehehe, pake mo! peace)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this girl, salamat sa kanya kasi sa wakas nakadaan na rin ako sa PBB house.. hahahaha!!! and nakita ko na ABS.. kakahiya naman ito.. hehehehe.. dahil sa kanya, walng hiya kaming nagpose at nagpose sa harap ng bahay ni kuya.. she knows how to have fun and ang sipag mag-aral.. natuwa ako dito nung after ng exam, kapag tinanong mo kung kumusta ang exam, you'll know sa sagot nya na "ok lang" na she did well.. very relaxed person.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;maricon------&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;eto na.. remember nung papunta tayong UPM??? kukuha ata kayo nung ng tcg.. and on the there, biglang may nagtext ata sayo or something.. basta.. yung about sa CRUSH mo.. hehehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and nakakatuwa kasi gumawa pa talaga siya ng poem for him.. hahahahA!!! siguro kung magkaroon man ito ng BF, bubusogin nya ng mga poems.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;speaking of poems.. nakipag-away pa ito na naman (alam niyo na kung kanino) kasi ewan.. parang hilig lang talagang barahin ang isa't isa.. remember worl war III.. ganun din.. si maricon ang taong ayaw mong maka-away, kasi kahit sa daan.. hahahaha!!! non-stop.. ilalabas nya sama ng loob nya no matter how many people are there or will think about her..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;she's the opposite of lui.. why?? kasi naman hindi siya sanay sa grade na 2!!!! hahahahaha!!! she even cried for that.. pero, now, she's ok with it and trying to accept that truth.. bilib ako dito dito kasi, sobrang close sa mom nya.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ay oo nga pala, guys, eto ang taong hindi nakakatawid sa kalsada na walang kasama.. hahahaha!!!! yep, so what if wala siyang kasama talaga, i don't have to explain kung ano ang pede nyang gawin.. kaya if ever man, na may nangyari na may sumusunod sa inyo na babae na may glasses, na parang stalker.. siya ito.. tulungan nyo na lang tumawid.. peace consorcia..!! mwaaaahhh!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aikay------&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;echos!! echos!!! echos!!! hahahaha!!! siya ito.. ang prinsesa ng kaechosan.. siya nagpapaniwala kay bochong na "nakakabaog ang mentos".. (at naniwala naman si bochong) hahahahaha!!! she can't take pretty pics, well.. and.. ehem.. bochong siya.. (vain) warning: magugulatin ito, kahit na alam niya na gugulatin mo siya.. magugulat pa rin siya.. hahahaha!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ginulat ko siya one time sa MB and ano ang napala ko??? palo!! hahahaha!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;oh!! and siya pala nakadiscover ng mga wonderful things na nagagawa pala ng cam ko.. (poor me) three years na yung cam, and because of her, color accent was discovered.. hahahaha!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i salute you!! she wants an SLR cam.. BADLY... hihihihi!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;never really thought na magiging close kami and she will trust me.. ECHOS! hehehe!!! ako nagpapa-HB sa kanya.. minsan?? o most of the time?? sorry.. heehehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;nette------&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kasi naman.. ang pinili pang sched alanganin.. hehehe.. don't worry love pa rin kita.. SHE HATES PINK.. aha!! di na nga niya napansin one time na nakapink pala xa.. halos buong outfit kasma na yung fan..napaka-fashionista nito.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;mahilig makipag-intense.. ehem.. chorva kay.. ehehehehe.. bochong.. and nakaloka kapag ginagawa nila ito.. (intense: tinginan sa mata)..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ang sipag din nito mag-aral and isa sa mga math GENIUSES.. good luck sa school of econ nette.. see yah, i hope next year.. hehehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;diwai a.k.a. BOCHONG-------&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;skip na natin eto.. not worth it..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;joke!! syempre.. ang hari ng kabochongan.. and still he claims na CAMERA VAIN LANG DAW SIYA.. whatev!! hehehe.. ganun na yun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;he's the only person in our circle na mahilig asarin at makipagasaran kay consorcia.. yung world war III, ang cute kasi siya yung unang nagsorry.. yihee!!! and pati nung walang humpay na debate sa poem na ginawa nya.. in the end ni-revise nya for maricon.. hehehehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dahil sa kanya nakapagbigay ako ng gonuts.. and si aikay tobleron.. kasi, yung hintayan, salisihan, iwanan, kitaan, awayan event.. hehehehe.. actually, plinano namin na magalit kami sa kanya para maging model siya na colgate namin (na hindi natuloy..) commercial.. pero siya pala magagalit sa amin.. na-karma tuloy kami.. to make it clear.. nung iniwanan nya kami, we really got pissed off.. tapos tuloy tuloy na until nakalimutan na namin yung plano.. hehehe.. sorry for that.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;vote for him sa 2000something election.. president of the philippines.. hheheheheh..!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;emman-----&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;eto ang taong game sa lahat na picturan.. well, yung mga risky.. yung 3rd exam namin and kelangan niya ng mag-cr.. ayun.. tapos, dala ko cam ko.. pumasok din kami sarah sa cr.. and guess what ng nalaman niya we're taking some pics... binuksan nya yung door ng cubicle nya.. xempre talikod siya.. and sumama siya sa pic.. hahahaha!! tawa ito ng tawa lalo na pag-nandyan na si sarah.. grabe... grabe.. grabe.. hahahaha!!! yung movie namin na ginawa na kadramahan at kalokohan.. and sa mga di pa siya masiyado nakikilala, i know ang first impression nyo is, mataray siya.. yung mata nya lang yun... give him a chance.. mabait yan si emman kahit ganyan siya makatingin..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"TIME FLIES WHEN WHEN YOUR HAVING FUN"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sarah---------&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmmmmm?? ano ba?? wala ako maisip kung hindi.. HANGIN..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hehehehehe.. joke lang..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ang mga di ko sa kanya makalimutan, kapag math 11 class na.. and after..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;naku nung magpapaphotox kami ng 3rd dept and finals.. pinaringgan niya si babaita!! waaaaahhh!!! it was really scary.. hehehehe.. ayaw niya talaga dun eh.. alala ko pa nga, nung 3rd dept namin.. may nakita siya na sky flakes.. tinanong nya yung mga classmates namin kung kanino yun, kanya na lang daw.. turned out.. kay babaita pala.. and binibigay naman ni babaita... hahahahahaha!!! naasar si sarah.. "kung sa kanya man lang.. wag na noh!!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;siya ang palaging naka-esme (tama ba??) dahil, sa kanya nakagawa ako ng "plan of my life" hehehe.. grabe ito sa hirit... as in.. walang tatalo.. ibang level.. love yah!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ayan.. may nakalimutan ba ako?? wala na ata.. mamimiss ko ang mga aalis na.. at sa mga magsstay.. let's enjoy the UPM life and study harder.. mwaaaaaaahh!!!! thank you for the summer guys.. i wouldn't enjoy it without you all..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;_the end_&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-525123484111087916?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/525123484111087916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=525123484111087916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/525123484111087916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/525123484111087916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-part-my-summer-rocked.html' title='the last part: MY SUMMER ROCKED'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-8540169199454851956</id><published>2008-05-29T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:02:01.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;from ate faith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote class="replbq" style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"&gt;&lt;div   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;div   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;div   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;To those who are married, .. not married .. and soon to be married .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;calmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;odd request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;alone to the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;wondered what I had done to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;life to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;workout made me stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;it was just like our wedding day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;lacked intimacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. 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Print only when necessary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&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/3045826555365717395-8540169199454851956?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/8540169199454851956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=8540169199454851956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/8540169199454851956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/8540169199454851956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/05/marriage.html' title='marriage'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-2266573165976198594</id><published>2008-05-28T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:33:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet me..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://klara07.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SD0YmwoKCn0AAAk@vM41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.klara07.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SD0YmwoKCn0AAAk@vM41/bwhaaa.png?et=kv6cGE2x%2C9yrv9j79azt4w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sa wakas.. wala lang.. naglaro kasi ng cadbury chocolate factory game.. nung una raisin brain ako.. pero ginalingan ko sa paggawa ng chocolate and now i'm very proud to say na honeycomb hero na ako!!! yehey!!! &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-2266573165976198594?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/2266573165976198594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=2266573165976198594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2266573165976198594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2266573165976198594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-me.html' title='sweet me..!!'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-7946684345798192339</id><published>2008-05-26T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:58:16.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang kumakalat na epidemya!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hehehe.. ang mga mahiwagang tanong na galing kay faye..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;1. Cnu ang favorite teacher mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; sir ong, sir marquez and sir taguibao (pumapasok siya sa amin &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;2 Nkakain Ka na ba sa Makel Food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; aba, syempre, sino ba hindi???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;3. Eh sa Hapag Pinoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; meron nun??? saan???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;4. Nakatambay ka na ba sa bagong tambayan sa may College of Nursing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; never been there..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;5. Nakaakyat ka na ba sa PGH 8th floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; yup.. scary.. hehehe.. never knew that there was such a floor.. hihihi!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;6. Alam mo ba kung saan located ang TBA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; To Be Announced??? hehehe!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;7. Nkailang units ka this sem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; 15 lang&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;8. Mahirap ba mag-prerog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; di naman, normal thing to do sa u.p. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;9. May org ka ba? Ano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; pseudo org lang, RVC.. hehehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;10. Nkakain ka na ba sa CAS canteen? Aling stall ang favorite mo dun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; nutri and yung smokeys and makel's (nung di pa mahal) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;11. Sino crush mo sa UPManila???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; crush??? sana nandun si david cook.. hehehehe!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;12. Sino sa tingin mo ang pinaka gwpo at mgandang teacher sa UPM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; gosh.. sino ba??? uhm.. si sir.. uhm.. wla pa.. hehehe.. maganda si prof Martin..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;13. Nakanood ka na ba ng Sayaw Manila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; hindi!!! waaaahhh!!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;14. Ano masasabi mo sa mga tindera sa (mga tindahan sa) OUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; ok lang.. one time ko lang sila naka-interact.. what a term???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;15. Eh yung CR ng AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; sa RH the best, sa GAB parang hindi bago ang bldg.. horror ang cr&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;16. Saan sa UPM ang lugar na sobrang nkakatakot kahit umaga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; doon sa rh secon floor sa steps na mahaba yung sa may behsci dept. may multo dun for real...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;17. Cno knaiinisan mo sa campus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; mga maarte.. be it a boy or a girl.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;18. Kilala mo ba si Conan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; di pa&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;19. Ano ang masasabi mo tuwing nirerequire ng prof na manood ng play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; i like!!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;20. Alam mo ba ang ibig sabihin ng Tibak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; you bet!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;21. Ano ang topic ng final paper mo sa Comm/Kom II?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; homosexual education: to end homosexual discrimination &lt;-di pa tapos.. ehehhehe.. good luck sa akin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;22. Saan ka na nkapag field trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; huhuhu.. wala pa so far... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;23. Ilang UP Fair na napasukan mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt;counted ba yung centennial kick-off celebration???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;24. Ano ang opinyon mo sa mga frat wars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; i don't want to witness any of that.. waste of time and very uncivilized.. hehehe!! peace..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;25. Fan ka ba ng UP Pep Squad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt;hmmm?? maybe.. basta astig, i'll be a fan..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;26. Favorite GE subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; histo 1.. and natsci. 4 and soc. sci II&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;27. Favorite major?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; wala pa..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;28. Memorized mo ba UP naming mahal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; nope, tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;29. Gusto mo ba tlaga sa UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; of course!!! bwahahahahaahahaha!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; "&gt;30. Gusto mo ba tlga course mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; yeah baby yeah!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-7946684345798192339?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/7946684345798192339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=7946684345798192339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/7946684345798192339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/7946684345798192339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/05/ang-kumakalat-na-epidemya.html' title='ang kumakalat na epidemya!!!'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-3810346208653895891</id><published>2008-05-23T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:24:20.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uPmCAS batch 2007 ka ba??</title><content type='html'>pm me your email add so i can add you up sa official site ng batch natin. the site where we can share information and contact each other for any event sa UPM. para walang napapag-iwanan, be updated.. join UPMCAS BATCH 2011 NOW!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;  &lt;/img&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-3810346208653895891?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/3810346208653895891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=3810346208653895891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3810346208653895891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3810346208653895891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/05/upmcas-batch-2007-ka-ba.html' title='uPmCAS batch 2007 ka ba??'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-2166210077136569941</id><published>2008-05-22T06:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:53:35.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><title type='text'>david cook!!!!</title><content type='html'>who would have thought that archuleta wouldn't win the idol finale.. he's cute with warm smile, wonderful angelic singing voice..&lt;br /&gt;but the america made the right decision to let cook win..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!! biased..&lt;br /&gt;actually i have my own conspiracy theory..&lt;br /&gt;since my bff told me that AI was sort of a fraud because of paula's one comment (on jason's performance that never really happened..)&lt;br /&gt;i thought maybe yesterday's grand finale was to make the fans feel "archuleta's gonna win" feeling..&lt;br /&gt;and today, AI PROVED me RIGHT..&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS JUST THE FEELING..&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!!! cynical talaga ako.. sorry..&lt;br /&gt;but there is still that side of me.. actually the 90% side who's been feeling so overwhelmed and happy of the RESULT!!! (kahit na alam ko na fraud lang)&lt;br /&gt;i love you david cook!!!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AdL_wjdq_8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AdL_wjdq_8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-2166210077136569941?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/2166210077136569941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=2166210077136569941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2166210077136569941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/2166210077136569941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook.html' title='david cook!!!!'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-6672987640153408801</id><published>2008-05-21T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:49:09.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now we're back together..</title><content type='html'>i can't believe it.&lt;br&gt;my bff was right all along..&lt;br&gt;when i told him about how he broke up with me and his reason..&lt;br&gt;bff said.. the reason was a lie..&lt;br&gt;and it was really a lie..&lt;br&gt;(salamat sayo, you know who you are &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;)&lt;br&gt;now, we are back together.. although miles away.. we are or i am trying to patch things between me and him..&lt;br&gt;i love you..&lt;br&gt;sorry for hurting you..&lt;br&gt;please hold on..&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rE5_t43e_Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rE5_t43e_Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/sad-emo-girl/music/kYbz3T9p/avril_lavigne_keep_holding_on/"&gt;Keep Holding On - Avril Lavigne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-6672987640153408801?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/6672987640153408801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=6672987640153408801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/6672987640153408801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/6672987640153408801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-we-back-together.html' title='now we&amp;#39;re back together..'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-8788933244667412920</id><published>2008-05-06T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:58:48.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>my love affair.. you shouldn't know about..</title><content type='html'>ok.. i can't take it anymore.. i want to get it out of my system!! my conscience is hunting me day and night..&lt;br /&gt;it all started on the first day of classes.. i bumped unto you at RH 11B, was it just an accident or Destiny..? we got so close from then on.. secretly meeting at that room every mondays and thursdays.. enjoying each others company.. i was loving you more and more.. although sometimes you get me confused on somethings you do, but i always try my best to understand..&lt;br /&gt;i am not naive.. i know you have been spending your time with different girls everyday.. but i don't know.. i just feel so complete with you.. there came a point that we had so many problems.. i tried and tried to solve it but to no avail, i couldn't give answers to everything.. then, the day came when you told me that your setting me free or i'll stay with you.. i've asked every person who knows you and they told me.. to not give you up.. i shouldn't let myself lose this fight..&lt;br /&gt;so i hold on to you.. so tight.. i was always there for you.. you were there but little by little you were letting go..&lt;br /&gt;i never cried.. when you broke up with me.. i know there someone better for me.. i learned to forget you and move on.. and as the school year ended i turned out okay..&lt;br /&gt;but now.. here you are again.. asking me for one more chance.. i explained to you, that i did my best.. but i guess my best wasn't good enough.. so now here we are.. back where we were before..&lt;br /&gt;i have become more understanding of you.. and you to me.. i never thought that you will want me back in your arms again.. everyday we see each other i've grown more mature on every problem that i face with you.. i learned be strong.. very strong to not ruin our secret love affair.. still, i know you spend your time with other girls after our get together.. but.. that's okay.. i understand..&lt;br /&gt;i know, i shouldn't rush into conclusions, but i hope and pray hard that this time.. WE WILL WORK.. I NEVER THOUGHT THAT I HAD THAT CAPABILITY OF UNDERSTANDING YOU HERE IN DILIMAN.. I LOVE YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math 11!!! bwahahahahaha!!! akala nyo kung sino noh.. lahat tayo may love affair dito... sana mag-work na kami!! hahahaha!!!! PEACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-8788933244667412920?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/8788933244667412920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=8788933244667412920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/8788933244667412920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/8788933244667412920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok.html' title='my love affair.. you shouldn&apos;t know about..'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-478988027945969285</id><published>2008-05-04T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:15:06.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><title type='text'>near death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMIT4Ip2WI/SB1HI7BRCrI/AAAAAAAAABs/3hI-xQeHsbw/s1600-h/phil35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196387763662949042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMIT4Ip2WI/SB1HI7BRCrI/AAAAAAAAABs/3hI-xQeHsbw/s320/phil35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kaninang umaga sinamahan ko tatay ko sa palengke malapit sa amin.. on our way there.. i was looking at the right side of the lane while crossing the street.. when suddenly i was shocked to be almost hit by a motorcycle!!! grrr..!!! nasa tamang lane ka na nga.. ginawa mo naman yung mga precationary measures pero bakit???&lt;br /&gt;Disiplina.. yan..kaya nga may mga lanes.. yung papunta and pabalik.. (i dont know kung ano right term nila dun). tapos tumawid sa tamang TAWIRAN.. (pedestrian lane) yung sa FAURA.. leche!! supposed to be pag nag yellow ang color ng traffic light, it means you should slow down.. yung mga PUJ and PUB (dahil sa pakikipagunahan makakuha ng pasahero) binibilisan pa lalo para makaabot sa kabilang street. about sa pedestrian, kapag naka-red na traffic light, it means na stop before the pedestrian lane mismo.. not on or after the pedestrian lane... how could the people cross the street kung may nakaharang na sasakyan sa safe na dadaanaN nila.. haaaayyy.. naku talaga..&lt;br /&gt;dati, naalala ko.. kakababa ko pa lang ng jeep from school. sa street namin one way lang so sa isang side lang ako tumitingin kung may paparating na sasakyan.. tapos ganun na nga, may lumabag na naman at dumaan sa street na ONE WAY??!!! tapos pag nakadisgrasya ang sagot, isang kamot sa ulo (wala namang makati), tapos &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"PASENSYA po, di ko kasi nakita"&lt;/span&gt; DUH??!!! haaaayyy.. Pinas nga naman..&lt;br /&gt;aaminin ko ang ibang tao (yung tatawid) may kasalanan din.. siguro dahil sa pagmamadali (ok katamaran) liliban sila at liliban kahit na bawal.. kaya may nadidisgrasya kasi hindi sumusunod sa batas trapiko.. iF you value your life.. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sana kahit sa maliliit na bagay.. magkaroon naman &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAYO ng DISIPLINA.&lt;/strong&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/3045826555365717395-478988027945969285?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/478988027945969285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045826555365717395.post-1871432345811820802</id><published>2008-04-30T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:00:36.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><title type='text'>a day in the life of a self confessed addict</title><content type='html'>yeah.. i am.. an addict.. of what??&lt;br /&gt;of everything actually.. i dose of whenever someone speaks to me like a hermit..&lt;br /&gt;actually i am bothered right now.. of what??&lt;br /&gt;i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;my life has been this crazy since.. i was born in this world..&lt;br /&gt;the pressures, responsibilities..&lt;br /&gt;all of this..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i want to take my life.. but how petty..&lt;br /&gt;i feel sorry for all those people who thinks that i am not good enough..&lt;br /&gt;that i'm stupid.. maybe i am.. i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;just wait.. to be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-1871432345811820802?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/1871432345811820802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=1871432345811820802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/1871432345811820802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/1871432345811820802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-in-life-of-self-confessed-addict.html' title='a day in the life of a self confessed addict'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-3198458672968110346</id><published>2008-04-23T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:01:46.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>say it again</title><content type='html'>walking that afternoon.. alone.. hearing the deafening silence that surrounds me.. i do not know what to wish for.. ask for..&lt;br /&gt;i have them as they also have me.. but there will come a time that all of them and I will part ways for something better...&lt;br /&gt;i love them.. i do not want to be selfish.. i also want the best for them.. mushy, corny.. yeah.. whatever.. that is how i am as a person and as a friend..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish that i never met them..&lt;br /&gt;sorry.. but i also do not want that.. i take it back..&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful.. very thankful for having these people in my life..&lt;br /&gt;to all the drama we faced.. (school drama)&lt;br /&gt;this is the feeling when you had a whole cake, looking at it with dreamy eyes then piece by piece you know that it will be eaten by others.. but you cannot take all of them all by yourself because that is just selfish..&lt;br /&gt;so you learn to give it away for the best..&lt;br /&gt;haaayyy.. this is real life.. this is the truth.. and.. TRUTH HURTS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-3198458672968110346?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/3198458672968110346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=3198458672968110346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3198458672968110346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/3198458672968110346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-it-again.html' title='say it again'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-5196869577216281593</id><published>2008-04-10T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:15:06.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long lost brothers???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMIT4Ip2WI/R_4teRFk_1I/AAAAAAAAABI/sTTeI_YrWe8/s1600-h/bigB+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187633818783514450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMIT4Ip2WI/R_4teRFk_1I/AAAAAAAAABI/sTTeI_YrWe8/s200/bigB+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahahahaha!!! my brother karl and nan, don't they really look alike. the first time my parents made me watch pbb teens 2, i was really laughing so hard after i found out myself that they look like brothers.. i am a mean sister!!.. sorry karl.. i'm your big sister, ("BIG" hmmm..??) love yah, really.. you know how siblings show some love here.. peace!!!  I just have to post this..&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/3045826555365717395-5196869577216281593?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/5196869577216281593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=5196869577216281593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/5196869577216281593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/5196869577216281593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-lost-brothers.html' title='long lost brothers???'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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/_IfMIT4Ip2WI/R_4teRFk_1I/AAAAAAAAABI/sTTeI_YrWe8/s72-c/bigB+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045826555365717395.post-1295807238069756866</id><published>2008-03-23T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:15:06.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I LIVED THE DREAM.. then i left it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMIT4Ip2WI/R-X_LH7rOaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5nNFjUdGSbI/s1600-h/ssshhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180827512932612514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMIT4Ip2WI/R-X_LH7rOaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5nNFjUdGSbI/s200/ssshhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;es, it's true. I left it. For what reasons you may ask. Because I became envious of people whom i think can sing better than I can. Their magnificent voices, which made me feel not good enough to belong in that circle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;, right??. That's what I thought. I am afraid that people might compare me from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I also want to prove that I'm not just good at singing. That is why I have entered and got accepted at the UNIVERSITY of the PHILIPPINES, Manila. Earning a bachelor's degree in Political Science. I know, i still have a lot to prove. But I believe on my capabilities to be that person whom everyone will look up to, someday. I will show the world what I AM REALLY MADE OF. I'm NOT JUST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KLA&lt;/span&gt;. I AM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KLARIZZE&lt;/span&gt; Y. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VALDORIA&lt;/span&gt; ALWAYS READY TO FACE THE WORLD WITHOUT FEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Maybe I am right of setting aside my love of singing, but I know it will always be a part of my life. maybe time will come that no matter how i RESIST, i will give in and eventually see my self singing in front of a big crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ta-ta for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-1295807238069756866?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/1295807238069756866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At last, my topic has been approved. And I got the chance to talk to my prof. Ma'm Gavino... Honestly, there came a point when i'm beginning to hate her.. But that is just because, i'm at the height of my emotions. Afraid of having a failing grade. I don't want that to happen. The feeling was like having butterflies in my stomach.. hahaha!!! She even gave me a compliment, that my topic is very unique. I was the first one, from all of her classes, who came up with it. Even though most students don't like her, I just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up on her.  got to go... shinare ko lang... hehehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045826555365717395-5706785568425879487?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/5706785568425879487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=5706785568425879487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/5706785568425879487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/5706785568425879487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-cant-help-it.html' title='i just can&apos;t help it'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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-3045826555365717395.post-6977799828709885884</id><published>2008-03-17T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:22:29.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mymp at 1:06 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"they say were crazy..." I'm so tired, still working on the paper that we have to submit tomorrow and taking two exams.. crazy, that is who i am right now. i regret all those times that i have spent watching "Coffey Prince". the time that i should have spent thinking about my mini thesis.. aaaaaarrrggghhh... (The last minute grudges) and now, I'm listening to one of my favorite acoustic duo, MYMP.. haaaay... but hey, "nothing's gonna stop me now.." i know i can do this.. I WILL..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to that person.. you know who you are.. i hope and i wish for you to not turn into this kind that suddenly bursts when you are not sure and don't have any idea of what really is happening, paranoid.. I've been working my ass off.. but you, think of me this way.. take care.. for the nth time, don't.. PLEASE.. don't ever do this again.. I'm sorry.. i don't have any intention of hurting you.. you thought of it that way so that's what made you feel hurt..&lt;/strong&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/3045826555365717395-6977799828709885884?l=who1klara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/feeds/6977799828709885884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3045826555365717395&amp;postID=6977799828709885884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/6977799828709885884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3045826555365717395/posts/default/6977799828709885884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who1klara.blogspot.com/2008/03/mymp-at-106-am.html' title='mymp at 1:06 am'/><author><name>baKLA</name><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>
