<?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-708159445525029254</id><updated>2011-10-24T08:30:34.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haramzadə</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-4854184324455979779</id><published>2010-11-15T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:56:52.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"C"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;    &lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isang araw nagpunta ako sa Bayanan nakakita ako ng botika. Bumili ako, tpos naglakad ulit ako, nakita ko si C (Charmen). Naglakad ulit ako may isang ihawan pumunta ako nakita ko si C (Cynthia). Nagusap kami, may nakita akong bata makapal ang labi yun pala si C (Carmela). May isang mabaho si C (Christian) pala. Pumunta ako sa isang Carinderya may isang magandang lalaki ang dumaan si C (Claire) na buknoy, natakot ako kaya tumakbo ako. May mag-asawang C si (Cyrele&amp;amp;Cabral) pala kinausap ko sila. Maya may sumipa sa akin si C (Christine) pala nagulat ako kaya nakipagsipaan ako kaya lang natalo ako punong-puno ako ng sugat kaya dinala ako ng isang C na hindi ko kilala, si (Carren) sa ospital tinanong ko siya kung nasaan si Gina (ung sa commercial ng Mcdo) hindi niya sinagot kaya nakatulog na lang ako. Pagkagising ko nakita ko ang isang doktor akala ko ay nasa ibang planeta ako dahil mukha siyang alien at kulot-kulot ang buhok niya yun pala si C lang pala (Chiara). Kaya natawa ako at sabi niya mayroon daw akong bisita kaya umalis na siya at maya maya ay may pumasok na dalawang C matamis sila at mukhang malagkit yun pala si Chocolate at si Champorado pala at sa sobrang kaitiman nila napasigaw ako ng CHITAEEEEEEE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Itong kathang isip na istorya na ito ay sinulat ni Ravishi aka si Vera o kaya kuba. Sinulat niya ito nung nasa ika-anim na baitang pa lamang siya. Ang imahinasyon niya ay malawak na para sa edad na dose anios. Ang buong istorya nito ay nasa guro namin nung ika-anim na baitang pa lamang kami siay ay si Virginia Modesto Granada. Napakainspiring na tao si Vera dahil sa tuwing nakikita ko o kaya ay nababasa ko yung mga nilikha niya, ay napapaisip ako. Kaya naman ay ginaganahan ako gumawa ng mga bagay na napaimposibleng magagawa ng mga ibang tao na normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komposisyon ni: Vera&lt;br /&gt;Edited ni: Clay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-4854184324455979779?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/4854184324455979779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=4854184324455979779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/4854184324455979779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/4854184324455979779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2010/11/c.html' title='&quot;C&quot;'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-1977511803482092448</id><published>2010-11-15T22:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:54:46.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPERFECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;  All alone sitting on my chaos filled living room, I am suddenly blindsided by my deep red curtains. Just when I thought I wanted to give in to something I may not be familiarwith, i will pause with no reason at all, but to, just, pause.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;  I will defy time and space and find my answers, believing it is all for a better best.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;  A strange fire suddenly whispers that I may be giving in to it, but I am not surrendered. What is it that makes you feel it is mortal still? Do I want answers or more questions? What am I dreaming of? Do I dream still?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;  It bugs me big time, that I am not surrendered, and that at one point, I also have to keep the sun shining, not that I have to, but I'd like to believe, I'd love to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;  In such a state of rarity when the moon meets the sun, or the sun meets the moon, when neither tha dark nor light can not possess, perfection is its most solemn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-1977511803482092448?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/1977511803482092448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=1977511803482092448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/1977511803482092448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/1977511803482092448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2010/11/imperfection.html' title='IMPERFECTION'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-6649665373965790658</id><published>2010-11-15T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:52:07.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Add ALCOHOL! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;Once college begins, staying home on a weekday no longer became an excuse to ditch a night out. But if you don't feel like dressing up, paying an entrance fee, and spending on VAT. The best place to go to is actually home or at a friend's house, dorm or condo you've come to call home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;A weekday &lt;em&gt;inuman&lt;/em&gt; usually has a valid reason behind it, a &lt;em&gt;despidida,&lt;/em&gt; birthday, homecoming, or a team's loss or victory. Every now and then, drinking sessions are born form "&lt;em&gt;wala lang,&lt;/em&gt;" which is is a less nostalgic way of saying, "&lt;em&gt;Na-miss kita ah, painom ka naman&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;Other friends could start arriving a few minutes or hours after. Some notably look harassed from loads of schoolwork. At the beginning of the night, girls usually gravitate towards one another while the guys group themselves in another corner. As stereotypical as it may sound, the ladies squel about a cute guy, emphatize over someone's recent break-up, and gossip on local and international show business. On the other side of the room, guys could discuss about bands, cars, basketball, and well, sex and girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;One table is devoted entirely to alcohol and &lt;em&gt;pulutan.&lt;/em&gt; Food is whatever the student can afford: &lt;em&gt;isaw, sisiw, &lt;/em&gt;Boy Bawang, Clover Chips, Chippy, chicharon, and peanuts. When it comes to drinks, Coke or powder juice seems to be universal solvent. It's mixed with Emperador Brandy, Tanduay Rum, or Gran Matador. When someone's feeling generous, three great men named Johnny Walker, Jose Cuervo, and Jack Daniels join the party. Three to five glasses of any mixture should give a buzz. The drinks that sneak up from behind are vodka with Red Bull and any type of punch such as gin pomelo and its relatives. You won't be able to keep track of how much you've had because the alcohol is incognito. Vodka Red Bull is a good option if one plans to go to school right after a night out because of its astronomical caffeine content (80 mg., more than twice the amount in Coke). Red Horse Beer with Extra Joss could also give a similar kick. Another sneaky drink is red wine, whose presence is only felt when parents want to get rid of the cheap kinds from their wine racks. Damn grapes that hide the 12-14% alcohol content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;Beer is arguably the most popular pick among college students. Unless you're drinking in Makati or The Fort, beer is the cheapest yet highly effective option. The twenty to fifty peso price range fits right into a student's budget. San Mig Light (5% alcoholic content), San Mig Strong Ice (6.3%), and Red Horse (7%) are the most common contents  of a cooler or refrigirator. The ladies usually consume about one to three bottles while the guys go from three to five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;Deeper into the night (when more alcohol is consumed), everyone manages to squeeze themselves around one table. If there aren't enough chairs, the guys stand up and let the girls take their seats (yes, chivarly still does exist). The guys tend to overuse "dude" while the girls inject "like" and "&lt;em&gt;parang&lt;/em&gt;" practically before and after every phrase. They tend to use "OMG!" often as well, which is probably the most flexible expression of all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;Conversation revolve around the upcoming changes in our respective schools and current events (like &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; and the latest T.V. show or blockbuster, hit song or music video). Subject matters evevtually progress into extremes. On one end of the spectrum, we ask questions like, "What do we do after college?" Sentences end up starting with "Do you remember when..." and "Back in highschool...". On the other end, conversations go as shallow as, "Do you realize that there's no space between Hotshots? Meaning it can be Hots Hots or Hot Shots." a drunken friend replies, "So dude... &lt;em&gt;tinanggal 'yung 's'&lt;/em&gt;?" An even drunker friend remarks, "Dude &lt;em&gt;eh di...&lt;/em&gt; Hot shot&lt;em&gt; na lang&lt;/em&gt;?" &lt;em&gt;Usapang lasing &lt;/em&gt;at its finest. Another guaranteed drunk test is a linguistic phenomenon: fluent English speakers start babbling in Filipino and fluent Filipino speakers start uttering English sentences peppered with highflautin words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;Though as a college students may seem older and (somewhat) wiser, we still can't say hardly anyone gets smashed on a weekday, commits a verbal diarrhea, or messy, emo crying. There could be a self-imposed Cinderella curfew, but the goodbyes can go beyond midnight. As the every acquaintance in the room. Towards the succesful exit at the literally wee hours of the morning, close friends advise each other to text one another oce they reach their houses for reassurance. The "OMG! what did we do last night?" morning-after scenario of a weekday goes along the lines of, "OMG!, I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!" then on to the mad scramble for clothes, a toothbrush, &lt;em&gt;baon &lt;/em&gt;and school bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;With the help of the coffee, lots of water, and occassional breakfast, college students do make it to class the next day. Maybe not to the 7 a.m. class, maybe late for the 10 a.m. class, but are able to say "Present!" when our name is called. We may major Business or Engineering, and seem groggy and half-asleep, but possibly incoherent students have minored and mastered the way to wing any post-drinking situation by being able to look alive at the beginning of class and then successfully be able to disguise powernaps between biology and organic chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;Overdrinking is never really a bright idea though. Regardless of age and educational attainment, you don't want to be the person known as "the one who puked all over himself and his friend's shoes" or "the girl who passed out on the bathroom floor from barfing and crying over her ex."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span   &gt;Learn as early as now that drinking over your hurts and insecurities may temporarily help but would never ever permanently heal your wounded heart and ego. Add the fact that you get a horrible hangover the next day (the kind wherein you're almost immobile or hugging the toilet from vomiting bile). Don't add enough or more alcohol in your system to humiliate yourself publicly, just add enough to free yourself from inhibitions to loosen up, laugh more, cry less, and let your hair down.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-6649665373965790658?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/6649665373965790658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=6649665373965790658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/6649665373965790658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/6649665373965790658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-add-alcohol.html' title='Just Add ALCOHOL! :))'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-5369062507583721503</id><published>2010-05-03T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:46:17.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecure ka ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bakit kaya ang daming insecure na tao sa mundo? :)) Just when everybody thought na nakapagmove on na sila from there ex's.. Bigla nalang  sila lumilitaw ulit at tska nila titirahin ang bagong partner ng ex lover nila.. Haha! Lalo na kung mas okay yung pinalit sa'yo diba? Hindi lang sa physical appearance pati sa attitude lamang na lamang din siya sa'yo diba? Haha! Malamang kung ako yung nasa lugar mo, aba magwawala talaga ako.. :)) Sobrang maiinsecure ako sa kanya.. So wala akong choice mgmo2ve on na lang ako kesa naman luhaan ako habang buhay diba? Haha! Kaya lang may part na mahirap pa din magmove on lalo na kung yung ex lover mo ay ubod ng ganda at sexy! :)) Plus mabait pa diba? Mahirap talaga yun.. :)) Haha! Minsan may ibang option din, pwedeng balikan mo yung ex mo para may lover ka na ulit.. Hehe! kasi kung ayaw na talaga sa'yo huwag na makulit.. Huwag na ipilit ang sarili, masasaktan ka lang e.. Hehe! Minsan makinig ka sa advice ni Bob Ong.. :)) May point siya noh.. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-5369062507583721503?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/5369062507583721503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=5369062507583721503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/5369062507583721503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/5369062507583721503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2010/05/insecure-ka-ba.html' title='Insecure ka ba?'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-3863773096708994911</id><published>2008-06-14T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:13:06.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vera.. After a Million Years.. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SFOG1w7xBII/AAAAAAAAABw/PhS8nJl32Z8/s1600-h/vera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211657452024562818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SFOG1w7xBII/AAAAAAAAABw/PhS8nJl32Z8/s320/vera.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BEFORE: Ito si VERA dati.. Masiyahin na bata.. Lagi siyang masaya.. Walang araw na hinfi sya masaya.. Lahat ng bagay sa kanya napapasaya siya.. Wala siyang ibang alam kundi tumawa at tumawa lang.. Hindi ko minsan maintindihan kung may sakit ba siya sa pagiisip?? Dahil kahit walang dahilan tumatawa siya.. At mahilig din siya magsuot ng mga damit na medyo sinangunang panahon.. Obvious namn sa picture diba??? Meaning baduy siya dati.. Pero ayos lang dahil hindi naman pinapansin ang damit niya dahil masayahin siyang tao.. Kaya ok lang kahit baduy siya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AFTER: Ngayon si VERA mahilig ng magsuot ng mga damit na pangsexy.. Nakikisunod na siya sa mga uso ngayon.. Gusto niya IN na siya pagdating sa mga damit niya.. Kaya pala mukha na siyang sexy ngayon.. MAy balak kaya siya maging isang modelo? Siguro nga.. Hanga ako sa kanya dahil magaling siya magdala ng damit.. Jeans at shirt tapos snickers lang.. Napakasimpleng tao talaga.. Bravo! Buti na lang nagevolve na siya pagdating sa fashion statement niya.. Congrats! I am proud of you.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-3863773096708994911?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/3863773096708994911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=3863773096708994911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/3863773096708994911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/3863773096708994911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-ito-si-vera-dati.html' title='Vera.. After a Million Years.. ;)'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SFOG1w7xBII/AAAAAAAAABw/PhS8nJl32Z8/s72-c/vera.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-572897265983083076</id><published>2008-04-13T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:30:23.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG OBRA NI VERA..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s1600-h/mysig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960123683006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s320/mysig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE SIGNATURE......... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sa lahat ng nakita kong signature o pirma ito na ang pinakamalupit na nakita ng mga mata ko. Ito na din marahil ang pinakakakaiba na pirma na nakita ko at the same time nakakatawa din. Pero sa tuwing nakikita ko ang pirma na ito tuwang tuwa ako. Nawawala lahat ng mga iniisip ko, katulad ngayon habang ginagawa ko ito natatawa ako at napapangiti. Para bang ito ay nagsisilbing inspirasyon ko. Nainspired din ako sa taong gumawa nitong signature dahil ito ay pinaghirapan niya pagod at puyat ang inilaan niya para dito. Dugo at pawis ang sinakripisyo niya para matapos ang kanyang "OBRA MAESTRA". Kaya naman sobra ang paghanga ko sa kanya dahil isa siyang masipag na bata. At proud din ako sa kanya dahil naisip niya ang ganitong klase ng pirma. Wala ng madaming arte. Simple lang. Parang siya. Keep it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-572897265983083076?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/572897265983083076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=572897265983083076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/572897265983083076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/572897265983083076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2008/04/ang-obra-ni-vera.html' title='ANG OBRA NI VERA..*'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/SALjvX3K5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/DRSeKtxtDTw/s72-c/mysig.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-5826092819902090570</id><published>2008-02-12T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:40:55.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally... ;) your mine and im yours now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be mine always and forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of feeling that I've wanted for all my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so INLOVE with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it just grows everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU COMPLETE ME.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and My everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-5826092819902090570?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/5826092819902090570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=5826092819902090570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/5826092819902090570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/5826092819902090570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-8110101795459338774</id><published>2007-10-26T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:03:42.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is For You VRM..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/RyI4yQGeSQI/AAAAAAAAABI/WPTcoDnGB9I/s1600-h/636701905l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/RyI4yQGeSQI/AAAAAAAAABI/WPTcoDnGB9I/s200/636701905l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125721761867778306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;    Because your birthday is coming soon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I made this especially for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Wala lang trip kita kasing gawan e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Kaya ito na yun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;    Dude when we're still elementary students ang sabi sa akin ay na 'wag daw akong lalapit sa'yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kasi masyado ka daw matapang.. Ewan ko ba kung anong ibig niya sabihin dun.. Pero sa totoo lang natawa talaga ako sa kanya pati na rin sa sinabi niya sa akin..;) Aun.. Lumipas ang ilan buwan at nasa ika 6 na grado na tayo sa elementarya.. Naging magclassmates tayo at ang ating adviser ay si GNG. GRANADA.. Nasa isa tayong row pero hindi pa tayo ganun kalapit sa isa't-isa.. Ang katabi mo ay si Raymond at ang nasa harap mo ay si FAE na dinedicate mo pa ang kanta ng OLACS HYMN.. Dahil ang birthday niya ay June.. Ang katabi ni FAE ay si ALKAINE na never mong naging close.. At ang nasa likod mo naman ay si "ehem" LIA, na lagi mong inaasar at pinaiyak mo pa.. At nilait mo pa ang kanyang cellphone dahil 3310 lang ito.. Pero nung panahon na iyon ay naka 5110 ka lang at ang uso ng unit ay 3310.. Tapos ako ang nasa pinakalikod kasi matangkad ako at straight ang likod ko.. After 1 and a half month ay FILIPINO WEEK na, may program sa loob ng church tapos ikaw ang katabi ko.. First time kitang makausap nung una natatakot pa ako dahil naaalala ko yung sinabi sakin nung gr. 5 ako.. Pero ok ka naman pala mabait at nakakatawa.. Ayun! at nalaman mo nga na crush ko si GULAY.. At inamin mo naman na crush mo si KULOT..;) Nice code name.. Tapos sabay pa tayo umuwi nun kasama natin ang kapatid kong si Joselle.. Tapos nung nakababa ka na nahulog ang wallet mo na wala ka man lang malay.. Buti na lang ay nakita ito ng ALE na kasabay natin sa jeep.. Tinago ko ito.. At tinignan ko din ang laman kasi baka may pera at baka mawala.. Buti na lang 20 pesos lang ang laman.. Kinabukasan ay excited akong pumasok dahil nga nasa akin ang wallet mo.. Nung pumasok ako sa classroom ay nakita kitang malingkot at matamlay.. Lumapit ako sayo at tinanong kita "Ui! Vera may nawawala ba sa iyo?.." at sinabi mong "nawawala kasi yung wallet ko e.. pinagalitan nga ako ng MAMA ko dahil dun e.." bigla kong binunot ito galing sa bulsa ko at sinabing "buti na lang nakita ng ALE ito kundi nawala na talaga yan.." Dun nagsimula ang lahat naging mabuti tayong magkaibigan.. Kapag lunch ay sabay sabay tayo nila TEKLA at BINOY at ako si  MANOY..;) Binansagan taong apat ng mga tagaBPC 3 little pigs at ikaw ang tagapamahala sa amin..  Simula ng  naging close tayo ay  nakasama na din ako sa listahan ng mga inaasar mo.. Wala naman akong magawa dahil nakakatuwa na  nakakaasar din minsan..  Dalawa ang tawag mo sakin MANOY dahil nga ang sabi mo matinik ako.. at BUKNOY dahil bilugan ako.. Kay C naman TEKLA,ATE SHAWI atbp.. Kay F naman ay BINOY dahil sa kanyang patilya at ZEST dahil sa kanyang batok..;) Gumawa ka ng isang sulat na may title na "C" na nakuha sayo ni GRANADA.. Ang pangalan mo ay laging nasa board dahil NOISY,NIPS at STANDING ka.. Daig mo pa ang kumandidato bilang SSC o kaya BARANGAYETTES sa school.. Bawat lista sa board ay katumbas ng 20 pesos.. Pero kahit minsan ay hindi kita nakitang nagbayad.. Nadamay pa nga ako ayo dahil dinaldal mo ako.. Ayun! Nagkaroon ako ng bayarin na 20 pesos.. Tapos may isang araw na pagpasok ko ng classroom ay sobrang tahimik ng ng mga tao.. At sinabi na lang sakin ni VEVERO na nagaway kayo ni HERSHEY (tatak ng bag nya).. Nagsabunutan daw kayo hanggang sa maabutan kayo ni GRANADA.. Ang sabi ng iba ay kasalanan mo daw dahil nakaharang ka sa pinto.. Pero ako hinayang na hinayang dahil hindi ko nakita ang sabunutan niyo ni HERSHEY.. Nalagasan ka nga ng buhok yun ang sabi mo.. Ginawan mo ng magandang kanta si BINOY aka ZEST yung tungkol sa CIRCLES..;) "Big circle(2x) Biggest Circle this is MAMA this is PAPA waiving OINKOINK.. 10x10(2x) 100 10x10(2x) It's F............ Ganun ang pagkakagaawa mo, na halos isumpa ka ni ZEST aka BINOY dahil sa ginawa mong kanta.. May ginawa ka naman na letter para kay GULAY, ginawa mo yun na pang BLACKMAIL sa akin kapag inasar kita.. Pero isang araw nakuha ko yun sa wallet mo na hindi mo alam.. At hanggang ngayon ay nasa akin pa rin yun, dun s loob ng sulat ay may nakalagay pang drawing na hindi ko naman alam kung sino siya.. Ang mga pader ng classroom ay bagong pintura kaya ang sabi ni GRANADA wag aapakan ang wall.. Pero may nakitang bakat ng sapatos at naginspeksyon at nakita na kaparehas ng nsa wall yung design ng sapatos mo.. Pinagtanngol ka nila HERSHEY.. Pero ang totoo ay sayo talaga yun, dahil lumapit ka sa amin para makipagkwentuhan.. Pero tahimik lang kami nila TEKLA at BINOY aka ZEST.. Dumating na ang FOUNDATION DAY tayong apat ang magkakasama tapos dumating si GULAY at ayon naiwan ko kayo at hindi ako nakapagpaalam sa inyo.. Nagalit kayo sa akin dahil ang lakas manggatong ni BINOY aka ZEST.. Pero hindi ko alam kung bakit kayo nagalit.. Hindi nyo ako pinapansin sa classroom kaya ang lagi kong kasama ay si HERSHEY.. Na sobrang BORING kasama dahil kakaiba ang mga trip niya sa buhay e.. Nung pinansin ako ni TEKLA sa text at ni BINOY aka ZEST ay medyo naging comportable ako.. Pero ikaw matindi ka ayaw mo talaga akong pansinin e.. Dumating pa sa point na sinaktan pa kita kasi napikon na ako sayo.. Tapos si HERSHEY nakikiepal sa away natin hindi naman siya kasali.. Umiyak ka tuloy at naawa ako sayo at sinaway ko siya.. Pero ayun nagSORRY na ako at naging ok na ulit tayo.. Tapos practice na ng graduation natin nagkaroon kami ng gap ni GULAY hindi ko alam kung anong reason.. Tapos ikaw ang nandun sa akin nung umiyak ako.. Sinabi mo pa na "wag mo na siyang pansinin dahil tuwang tuwa siya na nakikita kang umiiyak.." Kaya badtrip ako sa kanya nun.. Tuwing practice natin lagi ka namin tinignan kapag naririnig namin ang words na "BUNYI at BASTON".. Graduation na.. Malungkot na masaya kasi HS na din pero ikaw lilipat ka naman at hindi ko maalala na pinagtripan ka namin nung Grad.. 1st year HS pumunta ka sa school para dalawin kami.. Ayun naghampasan pa tayo ng jacket mo na amoy TINAPA dahil natuyo sa basa ng ulan.. Pinakilala kita kay V na naging crush mo na gusto ni K na bestfriend mo nung Kinder ka.. Tapos nwalan tayo ng communication.. Kay Tekla na lang kita pinapakamusta.. 3rd yr HS sabi mo babalik ka sa O.. Pero hindi pala may plano pa naman tayo kay K.. Sabi mo sasapakin natin siya..;) Pero pinili mo pa din sa SR kahit na ginupit ng MADRE yung palda mo..;) Minsan pumupunta kami sa bahay mo para bumisita at makikain ng tinapay.. Ang paborito mo pang kanta nun ay FOREVERMORE ng SIDE A.. Patay na patay ka sa kanta na yun.. Tapos may nakwento ka pa na tungkol sa JS nyo na ayaw ng MADRE ng mga SWEET na music gusto niya panay HIPHOP pinagtawanan mo pa siya.. 4th yr HS may kamukha c KULOT na classmate ni TEKLA at ayun medyo nagkaroon na tayo ng communication.. Kasi interesado ka sa mukha ng LOOK A LIKE ni KULOT.. College na.. Ayun pumunta ka ng birthday ko na medyo naCULTURE SHOCK pa ako.. Dahil di kita mahagilap kaya akala ko hindi ka pupunta.. Ayun NAOP ka nga sabi mo sakin.. Tapos HOMECOMING pumunta ka.. Hindi tayo pinansin ni BINOY aka ZEST.. Kasi daw nagbago na ang mga tao.. Parang timang lang e.. Basta tayo nila TEKLA at ako MANOY aka BUKNOY ganun pa din ang treatment.. Walang pinagbago sa isa't-isa.. Matagal bago tayo ulit nagkita.. 2nd yr College.. 1st sem.. Nakachat kita sa YM may problema ka kasi sabi mo BUSTED ka.. Pinahula mo pa alam mo naman na alam ko na.. GETS ko kasi kagad yun.. Nakipagkita ka sa akin.. Pinapunta kita sa BG kasama natin friends ko.. Ayun.. We Drink ed 'til we got DRUNK.." Ayun.. Sobrang nanibago ako sayo kasi naging sobrang serious ka sa buhay mo.. Ganun pala kapag naging EMO SHIT!!! Tapos niyaya mo pa ako sa VITO CRUZ na ayokong puntahan sa buong buhay ko.. Ikaw lang sumira ng promise ko sa sarili ko..;) Lintik ka talaga.. hahahaha.. Tapos naglagay pa ako ng 100 at ikaw din 20.. Langya.. Nakita ko pa yung tao na patay na patay sakin.. Tapos  pinuntahan natin si mommy sa JOLLIBEE.. Tapos sa jeep naamoy ka pa.. Nadamay tuloy ako.. Lintik ka talaga..;) Nagsleep over ka sa amin dahil gusto mong makalimot sa mga PAIN.. It help naman kahit papano and tinuruan mo akong mgDL kaya ngayon sobrang addict ako sa DL.. Umaga na ako natutulog e.. NAINLOVE pa ako.. Lakas ng epekto mo e.. Pero ayos lang dahil mabait naman yung mga nakilala ko dun sa DL.. Tinawagan ka ng NANAY mo kasi sobrang worried sayo.. Kinabahan tuloy ako nung kinausap ko.. Paasaway ka.. Sobraang busog ka dito dahil may JOLLIBEE na may KFC pa..;) Nasira tuloy ang DIET mo.. Ayan.. Medyo naging maayos na ang takbo ng isip mo ngayon pero isa ka pa ding EMO SHIT!! At naghahanap ng first real relationship.. Nabaliw din siya dahil nilagay ba naman ako sa 18 shots.. At nakadress siya for the first time..;) CAN'T WAIT TO  SEE YOU in your DRESS.. for sure ang ganda mo.. hahaha.. Tapos ngayon gusto niyang gayahin ang mga malupit kong style..;) Gusto niyang magpabutas sa TONGUE.. Dapat 3 din ang butas mo katulad ko ah.. Dahil sobrang busy mo ngayon.. I just wrote this para naman madagdagan pa lahat ng gawain mo.. Hindi para lang mapatawa kita kahit papano tska mapaiyak..;) I hope you'll appreciate this thing.. Just want to help you out.. I know your so stressed with your FUCKING studies.. Ayan ah.. Just want you to know that Im always here as your BFF and kapatid na din..;) See you sa birthday mo.. I'll be there dont worry.. We'll rock your birthday.. Thank You for being one of the best..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ROCK ON \m/ ...dumsdums... infairness i liked it ah..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-8110101795459338774?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/8110101795459338774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=8110101795459338774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/8110101795459338774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/8110101795459338774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-for-you-vrm.html' title='This Is For You VRM..*'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/RyI4yQGeSQI/AAAAAAAAABI/WPTcoDnGB9I/s72-c/636701905l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-9029994817129502117</id><published>2007-10-26T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:46:18.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hai.. it's the worst night of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i thot that it will make her smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expect too much from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work was full of effort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really did my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to make it look good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i tried my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ok.. next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will make you cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because its so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always a next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-9029994817129502117?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/9029994817129502117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=9029994817129502117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/9029994817129502117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/9029994817129502117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2007/10/sad.html' title='Sad..*'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-5297481814891438185</id><published>2007-10-25T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:56:22.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like A Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;you have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;just like oil on my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I do love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;with anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;we do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got this look i can't describe,&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel I'm alive,&lt;br /&gt;when everything else is au fait,&lt;br /&gt;without a doubt you're on my side,&lt;br /&gt;heaven has been away too long,&lt;br /&gt;can't find the words to write this song of your love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;with anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;we do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have come to understand,&lt;br /&gt;the way it is,&lt;br /&gt;It's not a secret anymore,&lt;br /&gt;'cause we've been through that before,&lt;br /&gt;from tonight I know that you're the only one,&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused and in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;now I understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;with anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I wont let my guard down,&lt;br /&gt;for anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;we do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;you have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;just like oil on my hands.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-5297481814891438185?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/5297481814891438185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=5297481814891438185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/5297481814891438185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/5297481814891438185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-like-star-across-my-sky-just-like.html' title='Just Like A Star'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-4722470962577652697</id><published>2007-10-25T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T07:53:47.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Destined to FLY..... BROKEN and CRAZY but too STRONG to CRY.. -"Fallen Angel" ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/RyBAbgGeSKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QsX3cc6Y12o/s1600-h/558539_633279760019737500_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/RyBAbgGeSKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QsX3cc6Y12o/s200/558539_633279760019737500_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125167217165355170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;  People in the net describe her as a bitch, a stealer of someone's property, flirt... I don't know why they hate her so much.. Yeah, she's loud but I can't think of any reason why people hate her so much.. She looks mean and a typical high school bitch... But if you get to know her better you'll probably  know who she really is.. When the first time I saw her, I really thought she's a SNOB.. But wait she's not.. She's really NICE,FUNNY and all HEART person.. She's not afraid to tell what she really feels.. And she's really a approachable person.. You can tell anything you want to her because she doesn't mind.. And it's not a big deal to her neither.. She's way too cool for everyone.. A lot of people love her not because she's good looking.. But it's all because she has this big heart for each and everyone of us.. You can never get enough of her.. Specially you can't get enough of her voice.. It will be stock on your head forever.. Just like a horror movie that a kid can't get it out of his head.. But her voice is not scary it's different.. It's like a voice of an angel from above its  so mellow and relaxing.. Like you just want to listen to it the whole entire day.. You can easily make her laugh.. We want her to be happy every time we talk to her.. Because she needs it.. She really needs it.. Behind all of her laughs, you can sense that there is something wrong.. That's why we want to be with her all the way.. Even though she's far  from us  we make her  feel that we're just at her side If she needs comfort, If she needs somebody to make her  laugh.. "Falling in love with FALLEN".. There's a different kinds of feelings.. Some may want the feeling.. Some may don't.. But if you ask me which one of it.. I'll probably say that I want it to.. Because I want to risk something for a person who appreciates you.. A person who can make your bad day extremely happy.. A person who has a big heart.. and everything.. I observed people from that site.. And every time she joins the room, everyone will do their best just to get her attention.. Some give up so easily.. Some really tried their best to win her attention.. And some said that she's really hard to reach.. She's really the center of attraction.. "I can really tell that she is.." But behind all those fames, she remains humble and sweet to everyone.. She's not like the other people "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lumalaki ang ulo dahil sa kasikatan nila&lt;/span&gt;.." She's really different a down to earth person.. How about her love life??? Well, I don't know anything about it.. I'll shut myself rather than share it.. That can be to personal.. But to tell you the truth I AM THE LOVE OF HER LIFE..;) Just kidding.. I'm not.. But whoever that person is.. that person is so lucky to have her in his/her life..;) (DON'T WANT TO BE SPECIFIC)..;) Moving on... And that's it.. What's done is done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you'll like it.. "F.A" aka "PBP".. I just want you to know what I really thought of you as a person.. Just remember that I'm going to be there for you anytime you need me.. I'm really happy that I met you.. And I'll support you and I'm happy for you.. God Bless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-4722470962577652697?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/4722470962577652697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=4722470962577652697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/4722470962577652697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/4722470962577652697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2007/10/destined-to-fly-broken-and-crazy-but-to.html' title='~ Destined to FLY..... BROKEN and CRAZY but too STRONG to CRY.. -&quot;Fallen Angel&quot; ~'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/RyBAbgGeSKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QsX3cc6Y12o/s72-c/558539_633279760019737500_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708159445525029254.post-5587497777678932433</id><published>2007-10-25T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T08:16:58.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Stop Thinking of You..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/RyAfCwGeSJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W6Aq29N0mzE/s1600-h/angel-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/RyAfCwGeSJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W6Aq29N0mzE/s200/angel-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125130508079876242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" If your reading this then I finally did it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye there was no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 Understand I was  stressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Living day to day was hard and I gave it my best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   But there was nothing left for me in this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   To convince me to stay now I'm long gone away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Don't you do that, don't you start your tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Just remember all the time we spent over the years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 Never cry never think bad of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   What's done is done and that's the way it had to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 I need you to be strong for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Say your prayer everyday in my memory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 I'm sure it's helping me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   To earn my feathers to get some wings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   And heilow and harpe and angeligue things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      And even though I'm gone, and outta sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          Never worry about me I'm alright..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708159445525029254-5587497777678932433?l=dumsdums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/feeds/5587497777678932433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708159445525029254&amp;postID=5587497777678932433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/5587497777678932433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708159445525029254/posts/default/5587497777678932433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumsdums.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-stop-thinking-of-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stop Thinking of You..*'/><author><name>DumsDums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376684360240906678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/ScSM28kTbmI/AAAAAAAAACw/mRC6uQHL8Mk/S220/060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__lTPGZFS1Tw/RyAfCwGeSJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W6Aq29N0mzE/s72-c/angel-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
