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It’s almost daybreak yet I haven’t been tossed with lethargy and my eyes are still glued with the windows of blue. The egghead is sailing towards the dramatic waves of the feeble inner self and nothings left to inscribe something appealing or just some plain facts, only the saga of own tragedy. I again faked my snooze to give rest to my baby whose tiredness was apparent on the other line. “Sigh

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You made my day really wonderful. Thank you so much! It's my most memorable birthday -the overnight cuddling and hugging...

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Only a couple of days now before I bear my struggles and denial of getting older again. Although I know that it’s just mind over matter, still I really get conscious in filling up forms that require the effin age. Whew, can I just leave it blank or write N/A? And with all my narcissistic and egotistical worries, my baby is also getting stressed thinking about the most sentimental and unique

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Life usually goes on with the dreary white. Sometimes it’s black and seldom the gray gray. This monotony set in train during the decency of plains of growing up wherein white was the basic and the everyday for every lad. And until now, this invariable lifestyle is constant. Work requires matching up with the uniform because opacity is darn obvious. And anything that is eye-catching will always

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An unknowing chick went inside an incubator to get a little comfort of heat and to strengthen his growing body. In a short time a hefty cock moved in to the incubator as well. The unknowing chick was pleased with the warmth of the place, wrapping himself only with a piece of supple fluffs. On the other hand, the hefty cock was a bit devious with his piercing eyes and sturdy guise. The unknowing

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Reunited and it feels so good Reunited 'cause we understood There's one perfect fit And, sugar, this one is it We both are so excited 'cause we're reunited, hey, hey It usually gives me a flash back, a back-to-the -future scene by means of my armpit time machine. Just with a little brush it brings back the old time of baby powder, Garfield, nenuco, and the hush-hush handshaking with the milkman

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Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, I’m not your papa. You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum, Pumpy-umpy-umpkin. You're my Sweetie Pie. You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop, Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye These are the terms of sweet nothings, the soft soap that brushes away the prickliness in life. But it’s also the endearment that set off an engagement in our statement, oh it perfectly

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Because your kiss, your kiss is all that I miss... Still couldn’t dismiss the kiss that night, the kiss that lingered throughout my day and still surfacing in some cold nights. Sometimes it gives pauses in my busy day. And there are moments that it plays vividly in my mind that I could almost hear it, feel it, and taste it so real.  Sometimes it is good to be bad, because sometimes bad is really

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The room was filled with smoke, eyes were scowled with the orb flashing dirty look to the crowd. The Dj was ecstatic in the Olympus, playing the sensual seduction; while the gods were enticing the mortals. It was a shindig of flesh wherein every move compels impiety, a sort of luscious vulgarism. Everyone’s dancing, feeling young with Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream, with eyes probing to possible

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"On October 1st mark you calendar." Cris told me with the smiley emoticon and the all caps okay then bold period. With no question mark, he meant no NO answer. I just replied,"dress code?" in an impulse. He responded with a semi-formal, borderline formal attire. Oh, with my new Espirit long sleeve and sleek pants, flaunting wouldn't be a problem. P-A-R-T-Y First comes the anticipation

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I thought it was just me. I thought it was a sort of Sadako haunting or the Heretic experience of Linda Blair. I thought I was bewitched in a Shutter Island. I thought it was…Everything had started during my first week working in the Intensive Care Unit, the days wherein I had my first ever mortality. One night after my tiring duty I woke in the dead of the dark, sweating and palpitating because

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I am starting to miss you…We hadn’t have a perfect encounter. I was darn tired that time and on the other hand, you were very eager and lively to know me. Though I didn’t let you know that I often saw you following me, I find it very sweet and irresistible, I am sorry for not showing you what I felt those days because my body was indeed dead beat. But of course, with your perseverance and

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For the past few months I enjoyed walking in the rain, enjoying the tactile gladness of the droplets. It seemed that it was a walk of a lifetime. But I was wrong because now I feel like running, to chase the rainbow after the last drop of the rain. I found myself confused, puzzled, naked, and worldly. Calculating my niggling undertakings, I consider myself no less than a punch because I was able

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It's almost 5pm when the rain started to teem on earth. “My moment”- said to myself in an engaging tranquil tone as if I had an image of manna falling from the sky. It poured hard and it created a fervent sound, a thumping reverberation on the tin roof and creating a rhythm, a harmony, a melody in my ears. The resonance had quivered my senses, swinging my body, lifting my spirit, and launching my

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Prospero Ano Nuevo!I only got 30 minutes left before setting off to work. Yeah guys, Imma spend the New Year with my clients with GCS of less than 7. Whew! Work, work, work! Anyhow, Happy New Year to all! Many thanks to all of my blog friends who painted my 2009 vibrantly, I had fun and learned a lot of things from you pals. Keep in touch and May we all have a fruitful 2010.

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After the shenanigans, the over night parties, and the drinking spree, my life has made a quick turn-over just yesterday when the wicked witch from the past has gone into metamorphosis by transforming herself into a beautiful, tempting fairy. The fairy instantly waved her magic wand smoothly and then the illusion of rainbow has surfaced into my placid world. Then the fairy winked at me and then I

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The cliché says First Love never dies, and I guess one of the most painful events in life is getting over the first love that made you fly but in the end it left you with the broken wings. First love doesn’t always end in “they-lived-happily-ever-after” scene. Most of us are just so naïve to believe that the magic of first love cannot be replaced by any other love. In my case, still struggling

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There is no place like home, the abiding place of the affections...I missed everything about this place, the scent of air, the heat of the sun, the comfort of every corner and most especially the memories that dwell on this abode...And I always carry the wishful thinking that someday we'll (my sissies) gonna be here to celebrate Christmas...So to fill up my pathetic emotional reminiscing, i set

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MySpace Playlist at MixPod.comWhatever may happen - upside down...I'll still love you!

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this is what ya' called LIFE!ride with me...come! come!afternoon delight...MySpace Music Playlist at MixPod.com

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Thank GOD or else I'd probably be here for life...

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I was on my 4th grade when I first heard of the word “insurance”. It was during our out-of-town educational trip wherein my head was covered with 20 thousand pesos. From thence, I got mindful on how money can guarantee almost everything in this world. Just like when my aunt guaranteed her house and all of the things inside it and when the hilarious butt of J.Lo that was insured by millions. Man

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Booo!Alright, here comes again the Halloween Celebration. It really never occurred in my mind because of the busyness at work until yesterday when I went out to the mall to chill out. Oh, everything’s on theme – make it a bit bizarre and sloppy scary dude. Oh, the cobwebs are everywhere with the flying bats made from polyurethanes , and of course the entertaining salespersons with their flabby

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I had a good sleep though I went to bed very late, four in the morning. While I was savoring the breakfast, I picked up my new book of Han Nolan which I bought on sale – as usual. The story started with the adventure of two lads in making a still to produce alcohol which they thought that would turn their chest hair into a carpet. My own frigging experience of puberty came into flash. Though I

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Okay, this is my first (and my last - maybe) to give my opinion about our filthy political system. Just a plain personal view, baseless, and off course, full of biases, reklamo? Sa presinto. My opinion got stirred just this morning while reading the complimentary news paper at mcdo. The headline says: “Erap stars in Palace Return”. Sheesh, though this isn’t really a surprise, this still made my

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It was a compulsive decision. It’s an additional load to my tiring life. And it marks a new page in my filthy scrapbook to doodle the every day scratch of life. Another cool change; from pocket size to two inches width manuscripts, from slate to monitor, from pens to keyboard, from traditional to virtual. These are just some of the few changes, but the most exciting one, I’ll be paying only 6

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Back in my elementary grades whenever there’s someone who'd ask me about my favorite subject, my favorite answer was -“RECESS”. Recess would mean a trip to canteen to buy ice candy, a chase around the trees, a treat by eating gummy bears and cry baby and a lot more of taking advantage the15 minutes by running around the playground regardless the blaze of sun.When body hair started to grow and

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THE FIRST DANCETHE LAST DANCE"You wear that smile again"The same smile that struck me deadThat enclosed me deep in your eyesThat caught me tightly, strongly, faithfullyBut the closeness that which I cannot touchIt’s everyone’s dream to interlace the cold fingersTo someone’s handsAnd on the time we had itWe both clasped for whatever things might happenFor whatever steps we might arrive atOr for

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Dance- draft -It was past midnightFor our rendezvous danceUnder the moonlight signalsAnd the sparks passing throughThe coiled wiresI said my opening HiYou replied with your sweet HelloOur relaxed ceremonialTo start an endless dancing in the skyThrough the magic boxI could see how your eyes sparkBy hitting the right keys of melodiesThe sky opened a stage for our intimate partyYour steps were no

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Pigging Out – the title that is well suited to this man.Here’s the catch: While some are having the forty winks the Pig would tiptoes to the kitchen and rummage the fridge, leaving empty plastic bags and messy pig slices. If you caught the pig, the pig would just grins with his bloated-mouth, cleans his muddled face and leaves you in a shock state. If the pig has a bucket of goodies, the pig

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All right, the lights are off. He sneaks on the room for the third time to check if his folks are already snoozing. He tiptoes on flight down the stairs. He boils water and prepares a mug and a bottle chiller, both with muscovado sugar, spoonfuls of Nescafe coffee and creamer. He fills the whole mug with boiling water and ¼ full to the chiller then adds cold water on it and puts aside on the

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Cool Change - Cool ChangeCOOL CHANGE If there's one thing in my life that's missingIt's the time I spend aloneSailing on the cool and bright clear watersThere's lots of those friendly peopleShowin me ways to goAnd I never want to lose your inspirationTime fora cool change...I know that it's timefor a cool changeNow that my lifeis so pre-arrangedI

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To be read when you reach teen age... Bastie-udooo, As I write this letter, you’re celebrating your second birthday. Happy, happy birthday little man, bastie-kun, udooooo, pogi bastie, big boy…”grins”You’re now grown up, a real big boy and you look so adorable with your charming smiles and bright eyes. Hmm…, if you were here, we’d celebrate in McDonalds or Jollibee (whichever you like

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eto gusto ko...at sympre eto....

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It was past midnight and the ambiance was cozy and peaceful, reserved for something sultry things to happen. Everything was set up; the jazz music airing in the hushed midnight scene like a moonlight sonata plus the left over foods fresh from the fridge. There was only one thing missing, a pot of coffee. The sound of my whopping mug was breaking the silence as it hits the plates on the dish

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THANK YOU...AMORe'

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The tale of the chili cup noodlesOkay, I bet you’ve all heard the classic spine-chilling stories at the hospitals; the poltergeist hiding underneath the bed, the uncanny white lady going to the elevator, the walking cadaver, and all the other goose-bumps sounds and mirror-mirror mysteries. But I bet the tale of the chili cup noodles is outlandish in all the thriller title stories you’ve heard. So

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Last night...I caught myself staring blankly at the wall while sitting on the wooden musky stairs with a coffee tumbler at hand. After a while, tear drops formed at the corner of eyes and slowly streamed down nto my face. And then I felt that the universe was against my plans, and my life has starting to wear down..."my life is pointless, and I am always left behind, in the limelight of my

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schadenfreude the crispy garnish that tastes just like its nameWhew! This movie just made my day. It's easier to make people cry than to make them cry out of laughter. Dramatic movies can easily trigger the in-depth emotional burdens of a man. On the other hand, comedy movies emphasize humor, but it's pretty hard to set off mirth because of the effin' problems and yoke embedded in man's emotional

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Alright, alright...I heard you all...I'm fed up with your reminders to do this, that, those, etc.I'm no kid. I'm 20-something already, so please stop those ear-ringing memory aids, besides my neurons are way too far to senility.So before I hear again the homily of must-do with myself, I'm making this September resolution. I hope this pledge will calm down all your nagging chops.To my nanay and

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MUST-SEE VIDOESWahehehee, gotcha fella!Alright, let’s get loose with these music videos, the newest fad in Pinoy’s music industry….drums rolling!(This is for our kababayans who are homesick, a dose of excitement on what’s happening here in Pinas).I’ve been hearing this song on the radio since last month especially during my jeepney trips going to work. Of course, I got bewildered (surprised,

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"relax""Hare Krishna Hare KrishnaKrishna Krishna Hare HareHare Rama Hare RamaRama Rama Hare Hare"There was a time during my college days wherein i was really frantic about the school jam..My classmates had noticed that i look filthy with my unkempt hair, puffy eye bags, and with my unorganized things. Stressed! Stressed! Stressed! Then one of my classmates pulled me back and took me to the

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Nights like this, I would usually walk around the city streets and entertain myself with the city lights...Nights like this, I would usually stay in front of the computer and chat with my friends...Nights like this, I would usually just kill the boredom.Every man dies, but not ever man lives. I strongly agree with this thought because there were times, a lot of times, which I felt like my life

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WHILE I was waiting for my niece to get out from her tutorial class, I saw a man going to a room, an office, beside my niece's center. He was wearing black slacks and a perfectly ironed long sleeved polo. He was also clutching a leather pouch bag and holding an iphony, the usual office boss aura. He rang the bell on the door. No one had responded. He waited for another minute and then rang it

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HOW to become UNFAITHFULWhat an idiotic question!It’s a nutshell…all you need to do is to play aroundHere’s my easy 1, 2, 3 steps1. Keep your fingers busy. Chatting and texing, da bomb! – Soonish, probably after an hour or so you’d be able to hook up someone.2. Keep your memory sharp. The numbers of your ex’s, friends and the friends of your friends’ friends’ number, there’s a great possibility

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Last night my heart was born once again – a strange emotion had transpired and it was unexplainable beyond any word to begin. It was like my heart was melting down until the wicks of my veins were burnt into ashes. The feeling was ephemeral just like the smile on your face that flashed in my thought in split of my heart’s beat…but in a something else. It seemed that everything had changed just

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I am busy doing nothing. Thoughts are running through my head about a lot of things, especially the call of flesh. Right now -at this point of time, I am struggling between the cunning sexual desire and the desire to contemplate. You can’t really serve to gods. Contemplation about life and sexual appetite are totally opposite poles. You have to decide which way are you going to. Contemplation

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I'm nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!They'd banish us, you know.How dreary to be somebody!How public, like a frogTo tell your name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog!I’m no good in terms of poem interpretation, in digging out the gist beneath the lines, the words, and the tone of the speaker. However, this wonderful poem of Emily Dickenson, I’m Nobody

sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-25552746120560204102009-08-10T16:15:00.010+08:002009-08-18T22:57:57.210+08:00

Let’s talk about something new today…something delicious-oh!Whoopsie!!! I’ve been longing to eat this yummy local delicacy for quite a long time already and the “crave” came to an end last night, after my tiring work, whoa! Right after I got off from jeepney, I saw an old lady holding a rattan basket covered with white thick cloth (Alright, if you’re a true-blooded pinoy, you might already have

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For a weary slum-urban dweller, walking is a one of the best forms of relaxation and a getting away practice from the strain of the monotony in life and boredom of tiring-yourself-down at work. With every strike of my heel on the ground, every swing of the legs and every movement of the hips, at the same time every second is also accomplished with the benefits in health and airing out the

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“The sky is turning gray…The wind is blowing gently…It’s pretty cold…I guess, it’s going to rain”Not in a distant past, I caught myself wandering in the busy streets of the city while the rain was pouring hard, drenching the whole land. While I was feeling the tactile gladness of the droplets on my skin, I saw a sparkling drop falling from a lonesome cloud. It’s different from all the other

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Hoooray!Today is 24th of June and what’s the big deal about it? Uhummm…It’s shower time!I was from duty and my body’s totally, uberly tired from non-sleep 3-day straight work. Because of my midnight shifting schedule, my date and time orientation is getting bizarre. I would usually ask, “Today is 23rd, right? Oh no today is already 24th and I still got a work by tomorrow, oh crap not tomorrow, I

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Funky Friday…Gee-whiz! It’s not TGIF coz’ I still got a work till’ weekends but I am happy today, don’t why, uhm maybe because the rain has teemed the earth once again. So please don’t stop the rain, oh oh oh.. “Kung ang ulan ay katas ng mga prutas O kay sarap ng ulan Ako'y lalabas ng ako'y makasagap Aaaaaaaaah O kay sarap ng ulan...”Whew! I’m being too nostalgic when it rains but there’s always

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My SPEECHLESS SATURDAY...Just tonight while I was waiting for a cab in the fast-paced street of Kamagong, I kept myself busy by singing in a stentorian tone of my dearie nursery song that goes like this -” here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush…here we go round the mulberry bush so early in the morning….this is the way I wash my face, wash my face, wash my face….so early in the

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“Mixed emotions” Alright, I’m moving out from my comfort zone, I’ll be living ALONE! I have already found a perfect pad, fully furnished with sound system, furniture, and everything I needed to have a sound sleep. I was really happy that I was able to find that and I’m really excited to take pictures…and post them here. By the way, it’s not all blissful feelings, lots of loads are occupying my

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Once upon another time...Donkey:Are we there yet?Shrek: No.Fiona: Not yet.Donkey: Okay. Are we there yet?Fiona: No.Donkey: Are we there yet?Shrek: No!Donkey: Are we there...yet?Shrek: Yes.Donkey: Really?Shrek: NO!Donkey: Are we there yet?!Fiona: No!Donkey: Are we there yet?!Shrek: No, we are not!Donkey: ARE WE THERE YET?!?!Shrek and Fiona: NO!!!!!![Pause]Donkey: Are we there yet?Shrek: [talking

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Be a real hacker! EC-Council has a lot of things to offer at. Registration is effortless and the iclass schedule is trouble-free from iweek to flexclass. And the category of learning is limitless. Here are some of the major categories:-Security Fundamentals-Ethical Hacking-Penetration Testing-Computer Forensics-Disaster Recovery-Secure Programmingfor more info, visit:EC-Council...and get paid

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Kablam! Wassup fella? I’ve been out for quite a long time, whew!Uhmm, I just had my regular hibernation, ya know just to clean-up my effin mindMany things had happened for the past few weeks, but most of them were crappy unfortunate adventures.Alright, I was busy with my work, with my regular hell days, and I was preoccupied with the toughest race of my life, with myself. Oh paralyzed life, the

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Conch Shells, Pandesal stuffed with hotdog and mustard cream, ice cubes and then darkness…It was a fine sunny day at the beach, walking coolly while looking at the varieties of conch shells and other seashore life forms. It was nice gazing at the conch shells that lined the soft white sands with their different colors and lopsided structures. I was so enthusiastic to take a piece of it at home

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It's raining hard, i need to wear sunscreen!I'm uberly BUSY...aint got time to think right because mymind is drowned with overwhelming qualms and human's frigging mushy emotions. Soinstead of making a sensible post, i just had a quickie blog hopping. And wtf, igot more _blank_blank_blank with mythoughts and more ellipses, the pausing dot-dot-dot with my life. Jeez, im a totaljinx, urghs!Alright,

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Wanna take the ride of your life? The ride that’d make you feel invincible, indestructible, indispensable, unbreakable…If you’re one of the hot daredevils and risk takers, the ones the opposes the laws of motion and speed, outdoor activity is the best deal for you. And when it comes to outdoor activity, all-terrain ride would be the most exhilarating because of the bumps and loop rides that would

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It was a big pressure on my part, especially on the early scene wherein I was very conscious about the world around me. Every step was a challenge along with my itchiness to get into my destination. It felt like the sci-fi movie in which I was on a slow motion showground while the world’s revolving so fast around me. It was pretty hard, indeed a struggle. People were gazing as if they were seeing

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Hoolaboodla! Here’s what happened during my quickie 2-day off from work.Because I’d really love to get a life aside from my work, I persevered to unwind though my body’s already worn-out. 04/09/09 – Right after the sun had emerged from the horizon, I went to my aunt’s shop to check out if I could still go out with their spree. She was in a good mood and took me a ride going to Sofitel. Great, I

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HAPPY EASTER SUNDAYdahil walang bunny, eto na lang HAMSTER namen, hehehehe!May you all be blessed...Here's a dose of info..quickie lang ako eh!"Easter is celebrated today as marking the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Although Easter is one of the most celebrated hoidays of the modern Christian church, the name Easter originally came from Eostre. Eostre was the ancient Greek goddess of spring.

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I need sleep badly…Here’s my thought for today…I really don’t why this memory has come into my mind, a sudden flash out of nowhere. This event happened not so far ago, not so remote and not so ordinary considering the field that I have. But then, this event touched my heart in a different way. As a novice in my field, I was assigned to hardcore surgery ward, wherein patients come and go

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“I love everything about photography. I love how I capture the world the way I look at it and how I incorporate my creativity and passion in life. There’s a different world behind the lenses, and it’s amazing if you capture it perfectly.” - My stance about photography. It’s always been my pleasure to capture the pictures of life, whether its landscape, radical societal concerns, conceptual, or

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While everyone’s getting ready for the long grand holy week vacation, here I am sulking in front of my pc because of the frigging fate that just happened to me. Yesterday, my cousins and I went to the airport to pick up their step mom. It was an awesome day after years of missing each other’s company. We were full of beans while riding on the car, singing pop music and laughing each other’s

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Ohhh…Crap!Aside from the word busyness, crap would be the second most familiar word with my life at this point of frigging spin of time. The crappy fate started last Monday when I dropped by at the mall to unwind my frozen mind because of the monotony of work-house-house-work way of living. I stumbled at People Are People Store because I saw shirts wearing by the mannequins stunningly. I got

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Do you remember the 21st night of september? Love was changing the minds of pretenderswhile chasing the clouds awayBa de ya - say do you rememberBa de ya - dancing in septemberBa de ya - never was a cloudy dayOh yeah! That’s the song that woke me up from my deep savory sleep. Urhgsss! Though id like to be bitter for interrupting my yummy doze, I couldn’t help myself but to enjoy the music – the

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quickie lang...TGIF! Whew! Busyness in life! After a long tiring week, it’s now Friday to regain my pooped body and frame of mind. I missed blogging a lot!!! I’ve been out for roughly TWO weeks, geez! I missed you guys! And though I got tons of homicidal and senseless chronicles to tell, my frigging body’s drained of oomph! Oh Noh! My work is dragging me off but “grins” there’s a good payoff

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It’s roughly twelve midnight, the air is cold yet the feeling is restful. Sitting in one of the steps of the stairway outside a food chain store in front of a busy road is one good diversion. It’s killing time. It’s also a waiting time, waiting for the possibilities to happen by watching the buses passing by laden with people in blank faces and “conductors” yelling and waving to draw persons

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Alright! Here I am again with my 10-min quickie post and blog hopping (oh busyness in life, heh heh heh).Sheesh! My niece’s getting me sore with her temper tantrums and ear piercing cry. However, the villain is no other than her tito, heh heh! So talking about tantrums, just lately my sissy and I had a lethargic convo at the sofa and talked about raising children and handling the kiddo crabbiness

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quickie post before my lovely forty winks!Sometimes love starts from the sultry eyes and gestures like a finger comb on the hair unknowingly or a vacant stare at the wall while listening to the hushes and giggles of the possible love affair. Yep. Just another quickie outburst of thoughts, what if someone tells you that she/he loves you? I guess when a girl hears it from a man, it won’t really

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Time Lag! My frigging gray matter isn’t working at the moment. There are lots of ideas jumping across the networks of my aging axons and dendrites but they’re all fragmented. I got no complete and concrete topic to thrash out, oh gee! Have u felt this way too? Bet you all do cause our brains are not made from metal conductors. So I guess I’ll jus shut up my potty mouth! “Silencio mi amigo” “grins

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Manta Mania 3Manta, a new roller coaster at SeaWorld. Manta is simply amazing. It combines an unique cave-like aquarium and flying roller coaster into one awesome experience like nothing else on the planet. It has the state-of-the art technology and the giddy exciting feeling of once-in-a-lifetime ride experience. You ride laying down, attached to belly of a giant Manta, creating the sensation of

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Alright! There’s nothing really good that happened to me for the past few days, I just got sore because I had an awful tight-lipped exchange blows with my colleagues. Though I didn’t take the rotten issue much, I still got drained because of their lame reasons. My work is dragging me off to the pit of melancholy “big sigh”. Oh no, I am really prone to depression! Get up! Get up Sunny and shine,

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"Hi my name is Sunny and I’m a Shopaholic."What the…no way! Shopping is for girls only – the stereotype that I used to believe on living with my three Shopaholic sissies. When I was still a kiddo, I just couldn’t understand why my sissies were having catfights for Dior or Victoria Secret’s heady scent and on why they kept on bugging my parents just to buy them lip gloss, shoes, clothes, bags, and

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We are all responsible for adding Carbon Dioxide into the atmosphere, just by doing everyday things such as driving our cars, heating our homes and flying to a holiday destination. Use Carbon Calculators (over on the right hand side) to find out how much Carbon Dioxide you or your business generates each year, how to reduce these emissions and offset what's left.Once you have Offset your Carbon

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It’s six o’clock in the morning and the city’s starting to get busy but at my pad I could still feel the serene chilly breeze of the granite floor. I used to drink coffee to get on my way and to set my nerves for the demanding sunlight hours but then I just had a change of heart, just lately when I discovered the calming effect and the tannic waking up sensation of tea at one fell swoop. I

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Blogging is one hot unruly addiction. Once you made your first post, it’s now unstoppable. It’s a very good way to express your thoughts, to spill out your opinions on certain matters or just to air out your grievances in this frigging world. But the fun and addiction is raised to one hundredth-power once you got the chance to blog and to earn at the same time. Isn’t fantastic? Alright, it’s

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Throw away your bandanas, keep the hats away from your head, and stop staring and worrying at your high hairlines and hairloss fuss...It's time to stand out in the crowd and show the awesome crowing glory...No need for head wraps, caps,beanies and likes... all you need to do is to sign up and then the real beuaty will reveal instantly...(click the button below)Why MHR?· Guaranteed results·

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First week Busyness - I got blisters on my toes (due to my puny or I may say cheappy shoes), my eyes felt very heavy (due to lack of sleep, almost 12 hours per day working like a dog), and for now I feel doing nothing but to lay down and catch my forty winks (and blogging too, lol).Take care blogmates missed u a lot!!!!Visit me HERE:

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6:30am with 1000 sheep - still no nod off. Am I Late?As a person who doesn’t want to go with the crowd, lemme greet ya’ ol a HAPPY, happy NEW YEAR, am I late? – Not really.Well, what I can say now? Hmmm…VOILA!!! Finally I’m done –one great stretch, (just almost done - in excess of excitement, “grins”) with my tons of report-discussions for Jan 5th. It’s very tiring, I worked till wee hours just

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Paki-pindot muna eto bago magsimulang magbasa...Cool Change - Cool ChangeMga Parekoy, mga Ka-blog…eto na ako! Eto na siguro, me bago! Bago pa man magtapos ang mapait pero masasabi kong matamis na rin na taong dalawang libo’t walo at bago pa man pumutok ang bagong taon ay maninimula na ako sa mga bagong mangyayari sa buhay ko. Ang taong eto ay puno ng pagsubok, ako’y halos mamatay, magpakamatay,

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I was trained to become a proactive person. The vulnerability of my youth was taken care by my craft of getting to know the lives of other people. Criticizing made me to stand ten feet taller - for having such advantage than all the people in the world. But with words, you can easily detect abnormal mind from the standard, and you can read the next move of your decoders or even plan out a perfect

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V-ery I-nteresting P-lace V-ery I-nspiring P-eople V-ery I-nnovative P-roducts The REAL VIP experience The Sony’s VIP experience LIKE NO OTHER With a V-ery I-mpressive P-artnership of and On December 6, 2008 the much awaited event for bloggers, press and for the entire quality products enthusiast of Metro Manila and throughout Luzon, the Sony Expo 2008 was held at SMX convention, hall 3

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joke time A Woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods. She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap.The frog said to her, 'If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes.' The woman freed the frog, and the frog said, 'Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes. Whatever you wish for, your husband

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I am a big fan of Ginkgo Biloba. It is believed that Gingko has the power to enhance memory and concentration, nice right? But always consider the intrigues about any drug without BFAD approval, lol. But because it was recommended by a family doctor, I apathetically tried it and then after a while it consumed me. As a right-sided gray matter average Joe, analytical thinking is quite a difficult

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YippeeeeI am one of the chosen 50 bloggers who won an exclusive VIP access to Sony Expo,he he he. I made my post and passed it yesterday, the last day of filing...And fortunately, i still got a spot in the shortlisted 50, i couldnt believe it!!! And from the 50 shortlisted, one will have a chance to win a new sony digital camera, hehehe! This is my first time to join nuffnang contest and it feels

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She witnessed the cheers, the gleaming faces, the pose that talk different stories – the victories, the candid laughter, the striking masquerade, the giggles of get together, the tears of parting, the defeat, and the hope of gleaming eyes. More to these, she made history; she nurtured friendship, bridged the gap of loneliness, and captured the firsts in life that will last for a life time.It was

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December One, the first day of jingle bells Christmas month. Okay, for today lets talk about something light, something interesting both for kiddoes and for adults who are not sexually active. Tadah, the magical treats of ChocolatesOh gee, I’m a certified chocoholic, an addiction –“Once you consume chocolate, chocolate will consume you”. And sometimes chocolate is better than sex. Dr. Ruth

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A week filled with wanderlust. A joyride lived through a first-class accommodation. My travel adventure last week was an opportunity of learning, a new realm of quest, a dream fulfilled.My itinerary started on IndiaI just took a train to come into a remote Indian village. Along the way, I met different persons and I visited different sacred temples wherein I offered some prayers and performed

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I had a catch up convo at nursing chat room last night. The environment was unrestricted, what do you expect from a public domain? The conversation’s more often than not goofing around and the shaggy dog story. It’s habitually initiated with the ritualistic hi-hello but then last night it progressed to a not-so-good segment …Miss: oh sunnySunny: oh miss, holla Jean DoeMiss: yepSunny: Jean Doe

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Happy thanksgiving fella!!!I had a busy day today. I went to the SM mall very early to avail myself with their thanksgiving promo – there’s a 10% off in all their items. It’s a big deal for frugal person like me, more than ever with the financial crisis that we’re facing right now. So I hurried up so that I could buy gifts for my loved ones with discounts, he he he. It’s better to buy gifts early

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Are you tired of dusting off the filthy powder on your room? That you’ve no sooner finished cleaning dust and then it starts to settle once again. Dusting off, settling in, then dusting off again and again, and settling in again and again. I don’t like dust and nobody wants a pad full of dust, right? I don’t get sick from indoor dust but I am allergic to it, yep, allergic seeing the unsightly

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Good morning Sir, thank you for comingHow may I help you?Goodbye, come again...The usual greetings whenever you go any establishment that offers good customer service. As a good consumer, I expect good service/products because I actually pay for it and I obviously add revenue to the company. Customer-Seller complements each other and the rule is very simple – I pay and you give me what I pay for.

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It’s not the Darjeering experience, but it has the similarities though. Commonalities in terms of rituals, spiritual journey, and another segment in life that somehow had weaved a part of my being. It all started when I was convinced to join a meditation class then it progressed to yoga, and then the specks about Buddhism was injected to my sponge mind, which in turn made a twist in my life. But

sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-70795623556062945242008-11-23T09:51:00.006+08:002009-01-01T14:31:34.959+08:00

Let's get NaUgHtY todayStill remember the toy story? Have you seen it? If not, poor kid. lolHere’s what happens during lights off…An expose about the Merry Lovely Santa - Santa on the loose from our correspondent, BarbieA Filthy event that occured last Holiday Season. Let’s call it “The Santa Scandal”, a video that was given by concerned hotel personnel. It’s the right time to UNMASK the true

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