<?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-12175276</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:50:21.285-07:00</updated><category term='Emotive'/><title type='text'>baby... it's the guitarman!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-8470401519688010924</id><published>2007-01-10T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:47:46.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5kA6MN6ZhCQ/RaXdWCfxZHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9fhii_tRAik/s1600-h/!!Left+Behind+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018660730471277682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5kA6MN6ZhCQ/RaXdWCfxZHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9fhii_tRAik/s320/!!Left+Behind+blog.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This time you say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I watch you lay to sleep and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;when everything's all gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Will tears fall down when I cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Did you hear me when I called your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Did you heed me when I grieved your fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This came too fast now I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;With every breath I take it's hard to swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;emotions that I swore I'll never show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but now you're gone and I am all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well it's your time when you're done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In the end it's me you leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The time we spent last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We longed for tomorrow and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;now everything's all gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;left a bitter taste in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well it's your time when you're done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In the end it's me that's left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;With everything I know all gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Will things matter if I leave it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;With this black room closing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Will this be the end if you're not here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My world is over once again.&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/12175276-8470401519688010924?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/8470401519688010924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-2183942165100286217</id><published>2007-01-10T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:44:14.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5kA6MN6ZhCQ/RaXceSfxZGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qAHM-tycpG0/s1600-h/!!The+Suffering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018659772693570658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5kA6MN6ZhCQ/RaXceSfxZGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qAHM-tycpG0/s320/!!The+Suffering.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I pull the lines of destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;away from the tides of redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm washed away from the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;drowning myself in your memory&lt;br /&gt;My whole life is flashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;events stare me in the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;With you right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but this life seems to be fading&lt;br /&gt;I hate this life that the light brought upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hate all the ties that surround us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;with my last breath coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;how will I pull through?&lt;br /&gt;This suffering is choking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When will I be free from the society?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running from the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;now I'm beaten and drowning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-2183942165100286217?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/2183942165100286217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=2183942165100286217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/2183942165100286217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/2183942165100286217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2007/01/suffering.html' title='The Suffering'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5kA6MN6ZhCQ/RaXceSfxZGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qAHM-tycpG0/s72-c/!!The+Suffering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-8921218846082831440</id><published>2007-01-10T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:34:27.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid survey....</title><content type='html'>[ ] I like skinny jeans &lt;- Metalheads were the ones who started wearing these types of jeans... History check please...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Music is life. &lt;- emo is not the only music genre out there.. FYI&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I write poetry/song lyrics. &lt;- is Ozzy Osbourne writes his own material... does this make him emo? I THINK NOT!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My hair covers part of my face &lt;-but my style was more of the grunge type... does that count as emo?!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear band shirts &lt;- if I wear a Metallica shirt... does that make me emo too?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know who Jeffree Star is. &lt;- Do you know the word die? haha&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear/wore converse. &lt;- Basketball players were the ones who started wearing converse.. or chucks..&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear/wore vans. &lt;- adidas and converse (sometimes nike) lang to dude!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have my lip pierced(or gettingsoon) &lt;-that means DAVID DRAIMAN of DISTURBED is EMO?!!! OMFG!!!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I listen to Saves The Day,Chiodos, or Gym Class Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;total=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm in a band. &lt;- are all bands emo?!!!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My AIM screen name hasan x in it&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I understand that My ChemicalRomance is not emo. &lt;-yes! they are far from emo!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I also understand that Green Dayis not emo. &lt;-who ever said that they WERE even emo?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know what mosh means. &lt;-connection sa emo?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I sit in corners often. &lt;-so that makes students seated at the corner of the class emo.... haha[ ] I dislike MTV. &lt;-I dislike the sh!tty videos sometimes shown there... not the chanel as a whole&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I take pictures of myself a lot. &lt;-dude.. that makes you vain... not EMO!! haha&lt;br /&gt;total=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am lost without a cd player/myiPod/mp3 &lt;- still a dumb basis...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/had thick rimmed glasses. &lt;-so that makes people who's vision are impaired emo... ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have no issues with bi/gay people &lt;-only AGGRESSIVE ones.. haha&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate the president. &lt;-don't care&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have/had a mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've worn black nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate my mom. &lt;-this is really wierd...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love/like slipknot &lt;-SLIPKNOT is NOT EMO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate where I live. &lt;-then move somewhere else... jack a$$&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Black is a great color &lt;-black is the absense of color... stupid! haha&lt;br /&gt;total=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Right now I am listening to music&lt;br /&gt;[ ] know what hxc and sxe means.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Myspace=Love &lt;- are you gay or something? since when did myspace become emo?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hot Topic doesn't scare me. &lt;-why should it?!! stupid... haha&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear studded belts. &lt;- diy punks were the ones who started this one...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have had a body part signed by aband. &lt;-my genitals... JOKE! haha&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cried while listening toDashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] For Guys: I have kissed anotherguy. &lt;-that my friend is called GAY! haha&lt;br /&gt;[ ] For Guys: I have worn girls jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/ had dyed my hair black or a dark color &lt;-yes.. i dyed it from black.. to black!! hahaha joke&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My closet is mostly filled withblack or dark clothes. &lt;-my closet is rather filled with guitars! san ka pa?!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I cry a lot &lt;-buy yourself a lolipop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I write on myself. &lt;- I like to note that PAPER IS CHEAP! Try buying one...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been called emo before.&lt;br /&gt;Total=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times Total By 3 To Get How Emo You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking all options would make one 129%emo... is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if one is that EMO then he/she should just hang himself.... joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Beautiful (shitty sometimes... but still beautiful) Enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-8921218846082831440?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/8921218846082831440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=8921218846082831440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/8921218846082831440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/8921218846082831440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-survey.html' title='Stupid survey....'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-1609736789392743068</id><published>2006-12-04T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:08:17.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotive'/><title type='text'>Sentimentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5kA6MN6ZhCQ/RXTULTxm9jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RgXtOTh72hE/s1600-h/04-12-06_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004858376667461170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5kA6MN6ZhCQ/RXTULTxm9jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RgXtOTh72hE/s320/04-12-06_1602.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; might look like just an ordinary movie ticket to some of you (well... maybe it does reallylook so ordinary to me also), but for me this is a very special ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Since this is the very first thing I bought when I officially finished college (yeah it's over the hedge... so what? haha). After a tad more than five years in college, this was my reward to myself..... an expensive as hell movie ticket, but well worth it considering the comfort inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People really put so much sentimental value on the oddest of things (including me!). It just so much proves that we Filipinos value everything that comes our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What others consider as trash, some consider as treasure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-1609736789392743068?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/1609736789392743068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=1609736789392743068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/1609736789392743068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/1609736789392743068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/12/sentimentality.html' title='Sentimentality'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5kA6MN6ZhCQ/RXTULTxm9jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RgXtOTh72hE/s72-c/04-12-06_1602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-116519631332602418</id><published>2006-12-03T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T17:38:33.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino Royale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4811/1018/1600/906525/daniel_craig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4811/1018/320/724243/daniel_craig2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Casino Royale yesterday, I can now say that James Bond is my new idol! Or should I say the Young James Bond is my new idol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this film, Daniel Craig really lived up to his word that we will really see a different Bond in this flick. Indeed, as I saw the young Bond, a brash young agent who gets easily attached to his "girl". *spoiler alert* Why only girl? he nearly got married here! *spoiler end* Basically, the James Bond here is still full of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's a really great movie to watch. You'll love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-116519631332602418?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/116519631332602418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=116519631332602418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116519631332602418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116519631332602418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/12/casino-royale.html' title='Casino Royale'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-116501825148336254</id><published>2006-12-01T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:10:51.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Serenity</title><content type='html'>I'll be a witness to the hatred you supress&lt;br /&gt;Victim of the mind can you still move forward?&lt;br /&gt;Direction moves backwards, is this the only way?&lt;br /&gt;The lies behind it, my enemy is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give them space beneath&lt;br /&gt;Given the unseen mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In serenity&lt;br /&gt;I'll know then we move forward.&lt;br /&gt;These fallacies I've heard before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice hits the point of, what falls shall rise.&lt;br /&gt;We'll prepare the path, enemy I'll find you&lt;br /&gt;Your voice hits the point of, those who rise shall fall&lt;br /&gt;We'll prepare mind, befall the ones who know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In serenity&lt;br /&gt;I'll knowthen we move forward&lt;br /&gt;These fallacies I will unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're bound to these chains&lt;br /&gt;What we fear we hate&lt;br /&gt;You must stand up for the changes you hate&lt;br /&gt;I will unfold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-116501825148336254?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/116501825148336254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=116501825148336254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116501825148336254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116501825148336254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-serenity.html' title='In Serenity'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-116501808790731333</id><published>2006-12-01T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:08:07.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Devils May Cry</title><content type='html'>As we are watching the damnation of this civilization&lt;br /&gt;The cries of those below resonate in unison&lt;br /&gt;As also devils may cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despise this evil&lt;br /&gt;You sell salvation&lt;br /&gt;This one is for you&lt;br /&gt;You're not the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long until we die?&lt;br /&gt;Die from the tyrany&lt;br /&gt;How much blood must be shed til you are done?&lt;br /&gt;How much must die today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the lies&lt;br /&gt;Must we be this so blind?&lt;br /&gt;Address the lives&lt;br /&gt;As devils may we cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not far from the last ones&lt;br /&gt;How can you ignore the cries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness starts to fall&lt;br /&gt;We rise above it all&lt;br /&gt;The price we have paid is so much to know&lt;br /&gt;No more of your lies&lt;br /&gt;No more we say&lt;br /&gt;no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-116501808790731333?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/116501808790731333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=116501808790731333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116501808790731333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116501808790731333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-devils-may-cry.html' title='As Devils May Cry'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-116501793972116041</id><published>2006-12-01T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:05:39.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance to React</title><content type='html'>What have we learned?Will all of our wounds healThe hatred has us allWith emotions displacedThough I may want to make you seekThe answer's that may all have gone through meThough I may want to make you seekThe answer's the reason I will find a wayBrought from the worstThought I will fight todayDays move on without a sightof what we want today Acceptance to reactThe right time's when you actExpecting you to knowWith every action you doTurn!Acceptance to reactThe right time's when you actTurn away for nowYou're worth more when around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! My Writting slump is over! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-116501793972116041?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/116501793972116041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=116501793972116041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116501793972116041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116501793972116041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/12/acceptance-to-react.html' title='Acceptance to React'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-116501779381623625</id><published>2006-12-01T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:03:13.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying... just plain annoying</title><content type='html'>I'm really annoyed by the way the other female border here is acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really I AM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her to be mad about something she (and her stupidity) caused and blame it on me, who would not be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the audacity for her to shout at me. I should have the license to shoot that b*tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss the comfort of my own home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-116501779381623625?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/116501779381623625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=116501779381623625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116501779381623625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116501779381623625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/12/annoying-just-plain-annoying.html' title='Annoying... just plain annoying'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-116467573268219156</id><published>2006-11-27T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:02:12.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mind boggling question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-116467573268219156?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/116467573268219156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=116467573268219156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116467573268219156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116467573268219156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/11/mind-boggling-question.html' title='A mind boggling question'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-116372778996931746</id><published>2006-11-16T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:43:09.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>manila, oh how I miss manila</title><content type='html'>oh how I miss manila....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's uber polluted skies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's traffic infested roads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the constant 5 minute heavy downpour of rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the constant quarells I hear from our neighbors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the full parking at malls during weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching on a wide screen cable tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlimited internet access...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wi-fi internet access...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;access to my musical gear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gourmet food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice soft bed to lie down to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ride that I love to drive everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sight of my organized chaotic room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how I miss manila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-116372778996931746?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/116372778996931746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=116372778996931746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116372778996931746'/><link rel='self' 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Coincidentally, I was there at the time so unexpectedly I had the chance to watch the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig was free (which has it's good and bad points..), so I got to the venue an hour before the event and got "the best seat" in the house (basically the best seat in the house for me is not inside a mosh pit... it is somewhere where I have a clear view of the whole stage and a comfortable seat far far away from the pit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then these bitch-ass-gay-looking-tight-spandex-sporting-bouncers started to tell people to get out of the venue first and come back again later when the gig is starting already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is up with that?!!! where's the point in going early to a gig to get the best spot? If they let us in that early in the first place, then why in the hell would they tell us to go out again?? I mean, where's the point in doing so?? So rather than suffocate to death while squeezing through the tens of thousands of spectators, I opted to just ditch the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starting at this moment... I promise myself never to go to gigs like these.... unless I'm part of the gig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-116014728377334698?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/116014728377334698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=116014728377334698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116014728377334698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/116014728377334698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/10/world-battle-of-bands-philippine-leg.html' title='World Battle of the Bands Philippine leg'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115954461057270801</id><published>2006-09-29T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:43:30.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle lit dinner</title><content type='html'>I had a very romantic dinner last night... it was a candle lit dinner complete with pasta, grilled chops, and wine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing missing is my date! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;the past typhoon messed up my mind... hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115954461057270801?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115954461057270801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115954461057270801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115954461057270801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115954461057270801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/09/candle-lit-dinner.html' title='Candle lit dinner'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115772869791813522</id><published>2006-09-08T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:18:18.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A kiss is the only way to wake me...</title><content type='html'>Why does it feel like I'm starting to get left behind? Ever since I finished studying it felt like everyone kept on living. It's like I've fallen on a deep slumber and nobody seems to be able to wake me up. It's been like everyone I know went on to get jobs, transferred schools, got to do what they always dreamed of, and also most of them "got hitch'd" as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... maybe I'm just brought down by the thought that even after college, I still could not have the things I want. I try so hard to find ways to get these things yet still I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just bitter that almost everyone I know have someone special to share their time with. Too much time alone gave me this realization. That I'm just bitter that I cannot find what I have been searching for whereas others have achieved this so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so then what's the point in searching for what was never there? What's the point in crying if nobody hears me? What's the point in trying if I never had the chance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115772869791813522?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115772869791813522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115772869791813522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115772869791813522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115772869791813522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/09/kiss-is-only-way-to-wake-me.html' title='A kiss is the only way to wake me...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115704118808204241</id><published>2006-08-31T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:19:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo is not what it seems</title><content type='html'>Must I say a thousand times that Valley of Chrome and Urbandub are NOT... I repeat... ARE NOT emo nor emocore bands... these band's (and other misconcieved bands as well) lyrics may talk about love, heartbreak, falling in and out, etc, etc... but that does not make them instantly EMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself admit that I listen to some of these emo bands, namely thursday and the used (but basically these bands are mature whiners... hehehe) but can't seem to stand hearing dashboard songs... I mean it's not that bad to whine sometimes about something, but these two bands do not only sing of heartaches and scars, they also sing of political crisis and the like, and still they are categorized as emo bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is that lyrics play a role in defining emo from the not so emo but in the end it's how the message is delivered. If some are still going to persist that the aforementioned bands are emo, then call britney spears, christina aguilera, justin timberlake, n'sync, backstreet boys, etc..etc.. as emo... they sing of love and failing at love too don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're at it think about this, emo is emotional right? Every song promotes a slew of emotions in it, be it love, hate, anger, anguish, triumph... so in the end every song is an emo song! woah! I didn't know that! ...NOT!! haha.... I hope you get my drift.. if not then go F**k yourself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115704118808204241?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115704118808204241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115704118808204241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115704118808204241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115704118808204241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/08/emo-is-not-what-it-seems.html' title='Emo is not what it seems'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115639204944233630</id><published>2006-08-23T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:00:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WaFak!! the Wi-Fi era</title><content type='html'>I'm now aware of the fact that Wi-Fi-ing (hehe... I know there's no such word... it's Wi-Fi connection... the airbourne one and not the so called wi-fi the smart is offering) anyway... I'm gonna stop blogging and start downloading now... SARAP!!! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115639204944233630?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115639204944233630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115639204944233630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115639204944233630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115639204944233630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/08/wafak-wi-fi-era.html' title='WaFak!! the Wi-Fi era'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115513489250430219</id><published>2006-08-09T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:48:12.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So you know I cried a thousand tears and died.&lt;br /&gt;As I face the end I see my own demise.&lt;br /&gt;And as you hide in your disguise, you'll see it's everything but right.&lt;br /&gt;So would you beg to differ? Would you differ?&lt;br /&gt;Now as I see you cry, I try to look away&lt;br /&gt;And when you see me take it back and look away.&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't deny, the pain it left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look away the more I'm bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I needed answers to these things it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;So will you listen?&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Your tears are in vain,&lt;br /&gt;The world turns for nothing..&lt;br /&gt;and no one..&lt;br /&gt;So don't you cry in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115513489250430219?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115513489250430219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115513489250430219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115513489250430219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115513489250430219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/08/would-you.html' title='Would You'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115409409212723218</id><published>2006-07-28T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:43:33.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new post! ...well.. technically... :-P</title><content type='html'>Well.. it has been far too long ago since I made a decent post here. What may be the cause of this uninspired times with nothing to write about? ...well, technically... I am so inspired that I have so much to talk about... yet have no time to talk about it! Hanep!! This is new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.. It started when honey and I passed by each other at The Podium one Wednesday (or was it Thursday) afternoon. Well after 5 years of not being able to see each other it was like we had so much to talk about and yet so little time to talk that day since we both had our jobs to do (technically she was the only one busy with her job since I finished my duties already.. hehe). So our catching up had to wait another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;History lesson #1: Honey was my first real crush when I was in high school. Back then I was the complete opposite of what I am today. So in result, what tas a crush back then in high school, ended up as still a crush when High school ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Okay so as the days passed by we continued to catch up with each other, we found out things we never thought would happen to each other. Mostly about past relationships each of us had. As time (di naman sya ganun katagal... for dramatic effect lang.. hehe) passed by we grew comfortable with each other, feeling safe to share some secrets to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;History Lesson #2: It turns out that Honey had a crush on me for quite some time during first year high school. But since both of us were shy... wala... hanggang crush lang tuloy.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then one day I thought of finally asking her out already (that was after 9 years of deep thought.. hahaha). Although there were doubts in me that she wouldn't oblige since in the back of my mind she was still together with her bf (turns out that they split long before we met again). But to my surprise she agreed to what I had asked her! Though it wasn't that easy to plan since we both have different schedules that we follow. So after two weeks of planning we finally had an opening one saturday afternoon. We went to MOA that day. The usual gala trippings... movie then food trip... It was a memorable day since after the movie we had a hell of a time looking for a place to eat since the mall was so jam packed that day! Every resto was full! So we circled and circled the mall until we decided to eat at sbarro nalang... though favorite din naman namin pizza so it's okay actually. Then after that day, we both realized that we enjoyed each other's company that much that we were so eager to go out again. With the situation we had during high school were we almost didn't speak at all to each other it came as a surprise that we actually could get along so well together... it was like magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ever since that day we reguraly went out together, from at least once a week to as much as 5 days a week. We both have happy conversations and sometimes very dramatic ones... it can't be helped since there's a complication in this story... but that's for another time... Di masyado obvious na we're fond of each other eh no? hahaha :-P anyway, that's what's been keeping me very busy lately these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....to be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115409409212723218?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115409409212723218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115409409212723218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115409409212723218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115409409212723218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-post-well-technically-p.html' title='A new post! ...well.. technically... :-P'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115341203770473122</id><published>2006-07-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:13:58.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A silent whisper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why is it always that when it seems like I've found someone or something that I can be happy with one day suddenly get out of hand. It's like I can't seem to hold on to the things I long for. The harder I try to push things forward it just ends up bringing me down more and more. It's like it's my happiness that keeps on bringing sadness in my life. It seemed like a second chance for me at first, but as time goes on, it becomes just a reminder that I can never be happy in life. It's feels like everything is being taken away from me and all I can do is just watch. It's so mortifying that I cannot do a thing to prevent these things from happening. It's like what I've learned from past experiences are of no use since I cannot use it to stop things from repeating itself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I feel like I'm not making sense anymore.... I don't know... I'm just really confused right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115341203770473122?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115341203770473122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115341203770473122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115341203770473122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115341203770473122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/07/silent-whisper.html' title='A silent whisper...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115176238118328426</id><published>2006-07-01T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T06:59:41.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to the underachievers</title><content type='html'>I can somehow in a way relate to what is being implied in this speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valedictory Speech from De La Salle University last2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong araw na ito, sa ating pagtatapos, mayroon akong dalangTranscript of Record. Ang estudyanteng may-ari ng transcript na itoay nag-aral sa De La Salle University. Sa unibersidad na ito, kapagikaw ay isang undergraduate, may ID number na nagsisimula sa "94" atpataas, kung lumipas ang isang buong schoolyear at umabot ka sa 15units na bagsak, masisipa ka sa paaralan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang transcript na hawak ko ay mayroong 27 units ng bagsak. 12 sa mgaito ay tinamo ng estudyante sa iisang schoolyear lang. Ang isangsubject ay kadalasang may bigat na 3 units. Kung iisiping mabuti,isang subject na bagsak na lang ay pwede na masipa ang estudyantengmay-ari ng transcript na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang speech na ito ay hindi ko ginawa para i-acknowledge angpaghihirap n gating magulang sa pagpapaaral natin. Hindi ko din itoginawa para maghayag ng political statement, o kumbinsihin kayo nahuwag umalis sa bansa at tulungan itong maka-ahon. Ang speech na itoay para sa mga normal na estudyante na kagaya ng may may-ari ngtranscript na hawak ko, dahil madalas, wala talagang paki-alam angunibersidad sa mga achievements nila. May mga awards na gayang "Summa Cum Laude", "Best Thesis Award" at "Leadership Award."Pero ni minsan, hindi pa ako nakakakita ng unibersidad na nagbigayng "Hung on and managed to graduate despite nearly getting kicked-out during his academic stay" award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaring isang malaking kagaguhan ang konseptong ito para sakaramihan. Bakit mo pararangalan ang isang estudyanteng bulakbol,bobo, tamad o iresponsable? Hindi ba dapat isuka ito ng unibersidad?Ito yung mga tipo ng estudyanteng walang ia-asenso sa buhay, hindiba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Natumbok niyo.Iyun na nga ang dahilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas, pag ang isang estudyante ay may pangit na marka sapaaralan, lalong-lalo na sa kolehiyo,nakakapanghina ito ng loob. Nandiyan yung tatamarin ka mag-aral,nandyan yung iisipin mo "Ano pa kayang trabaho ang makukuha ko? Callcenter na naman o clerical? Ba't kasi ang bobo ko. Kung matalinolang ako, sana, sa Proctor and Gamble ako, o kung saang sikat nakumpanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mahirap ang dinadaanan ng mga estudyanteng bumabagsak. Kahit nasabihin mong kasalanan nilang bumabagsak sila, hindi ninyo alam kungano ang pakiramdam ng ganun. Madaling sabihin na "Kaya mo yan, mag-aral ka lang," pero alam ba natin talaga ang sinasabi natin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ang isang estudyante ay bumabagsak sa unibersidad, nandiyanyung tatawanan niya lang yan. O di kaya naman, ipagmamalaki niyapang "TAKE 5 NA KO!!!" o "Pare, magpi-PhD na ako saAnmath3/Calculus/etc." Pero hindi alam ng mga isang Summa Cum Laudekung ano ang nasa isip ng isang normal na estudyante sa tuwingmatutulog ito at alam niyang pag-gising niya, kailangan niya nanaming ulitin ang isang subject na nakuha niya na sa susunod naterm. Kahit kalian, hindi naging problema sa "Star Student"na sabihing "Nay, bagsak ako." at hindi kailanman sumagi sa isipnila na "Paano kaya kung sa walang-pangalang kumpanya lang akomakapagtrabaho?" Dahil sigurado sila sa kinabukasan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag na tayong maglokohan. Grades are everything. Kahit bali-baligtarin mo iyan, hindi magiging patas ang mga kumpanyang kumukuhang fresh graduates para magtrabaho sa kanila. Minsan din naman,nadadaan sa palakasan, pero ganun pa din. Kung hindi ka academicallygood, wala kang patutunguhan. Kung hindi man yun, mas mahirap yungdadaanan mo para lang makaa-abot sa prestihiyosong posisyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ngayong graduation, ang speech na ito ay inaaalay ko para samga estudyanteng lumpagpak, muntik-muntikanan nang masipa o yunglahat ng paraang pwede, ginawa na para lang makatapos. Gagawin kongpatas ang mundo para sa inyo kahit isang araw lang. Kahit ano pa angsabihin ng ibang tao, kesyo kasalanan mo man na pangit ang marka moo muntik ka nang makick-out, saludo ako sa hindi mo pagtigil sa pag-aaral. Saludo ako na may lakas ka ng loob na harapin pa rin angmundo kahit alam mong hindi ito magiging patas sa iyo. Saludo ako nakahit pangit ang transcript mo, taas-noo ka pa rin ngayonggraduation at proud na proud sa sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;Ano ngayon ang mangyayari sa mga graduates pagkatapos nitonggraduation? Ayoko nang puntahan yung pwedeng mangyayari sa mga CumLaude. Baduy. Alam mo namang me patutunguhan ang buhay nila e. Perodun sa mga lumagpak, ano ang meron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaring makakuha kayo ng mediocre na trabaho lang. Pwede ka rinswertehin, baka makapagtrabaho ka sa magandang kumpanya. Madami pangpwedeng mangyari. Huwag kayong mawalan ng pag-asa. Kung nungcollege, nagtiyaga kayo e ba't titigilan niyo yung pagti-tiyaga ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede ring ganito: Mag-aral ka ulit. Ipakita mo sa kanila na kungsipagin ka lang, malayo ang mararating mo. Subukan mong patunayan sakanila na kapag pinilit mo, kaya mo ring abutin yung naabot nila. Nahindi ka bobo, kundi tinamad ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka sabihin ninyo, drowing lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on both sides. Naranasan ko na ring lumagpak, at muntikanna din akong masipa. Naranasan ko na na umulit ng 4 na beses saiisang subject. Naranasan ko na na masumbatan ng magulang, kapatidat kung sino-sino pang propesor na walang pakialam sa pakiramdam ngestuyante. Naranasan ko nang hindi makatulog ng maraming gabi sapagiisip kung paano ko na naman sasabihin sa magulang ko na maybagsak na naman ako. Kaya alam ko ang pakiramdam ninyo. Akin ang transcript na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkagraduate ko ng college, ano ang ginawa ko? Eto. Nagtrabaho munang konti, tapos aral ulit. Kuha ng Masteral sa kurso ko. Hindi parasa trabaho o kung ano man. Kundi para patunayan sa sarili ko nanoong mga panahong bumabagsak ako, tinatamad lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rebellion. I raise my middle finger to every professor,over-achiever, naysayer and detractor that told me that I can't makeit. I raise my middle finger to every valedictory or graduationspeech that only gratifies the university, those who were achieversin school or those who gratify the country when it's supposed to bethe graduate's moment of glory. You are supposed to acknowledgeEVERYONE. Even those who failed many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sa inyong mga graduates na medyo hindi maganda ang marka, para sa inyo ito. Kung kinaya ko ito, kaya niyo rin to. Imposibleng hindi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115176238118328426?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115176238118328426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115176238118328426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115176238118328426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115176238118328426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/07/tribute-to-underachievers.html' title='Tribute to the underachievers'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115176179980123015</id><published>2006-07-01T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T06:49:59.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be the heat here...</title><content type='html'>While browsing the net (as I always am almost every night) I came upon this celebrity picture collection page ek-ek... ala multiply where one can start a forum on the view picture page. While reading picture comments given to kelly misa (commercial and ramp model) I noticed how some (okay, almost everyone) who gave comments were quite a bit disrespectful and in some ways delirious (imagining that they are the hubby of kelly (well, libre lang naman mangarap...). So i posted a sample thread... naaliw lang ako kasi lakas ng imagination ng karamihang sa mga pilipino... haha.. maybe it's because of the heat here in our country that their brains are being toasted to think of such things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From: francis m  (Thu Jun 16 17:10:06 2005)&lt;br /&gt;at sino naman tong ulupong na to!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: vee  (Fri Jul 1 03:21:34 2005)&lt;br /&gt;that's carlos fernandez, her boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: me!!!  (Fri Jul 8 21:11:39 2005)&lt;br /&gt;swerte naman ng carlos na yan!!!!!!! hay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: psst!  (Fri Jul 15 19:07:55 2005)&lt;br /&gt;sa mga hindi nakakakilala kay carlos, anak s'ya ng dating basketbolista na&lt;br /&gt;si mon fernandez... brother ni bianca fernandez who's also a commercial model...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: nicky byrne  (Mon Aug 15 04:14:00 2005)&lt;br /&gt;sarap nmn kantutin ni kelly...................ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Joeyboy  (Mon Aug 22 10:41:04 2005)&lt;br /&gt;virgin p kya yan? sarap sibakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: kakalogangitlog  (Wed Sep 7 03:34:11 2005)&lt;br /&gt; tang ina!!pipili lang ng syota si kelly misa...sa panget pa!kinuha&lt;br /&gt;niya sa awa yan...puta mukhang takatak boy yang tarantadong yan eh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: supergwapo  (Wed Sep 7 03:41:52 2005)&lt;br /&gt;putang ina tatay lang pala yung sikat hindi siya eh!!gago pa rin siya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: jawo  (Tue Sep 13 19:35:01 2005)&lt;br /&gt;sayang!!!!! hanap k ng sikat. laspag k agad nyan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Juan Dela Cruz  (Sat Sep 17 23:13:29 2005)&lt;br /&gt;wala tayong magagawa diyan!!! mayaman e! kaya mayaman din ang pinipili..&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk... mayaman lang yan pero wlang kwenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: kaw nga!  (Mon Oct 10 02:27:03 2005)&lt;br /&gt; how nice yung commercial moh! ayos...... ganda moh! talaga ingats ka&lt;br /&gt;lagi! dami koh! nang magaine na front page ka! mwahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;From: Gmaze &lt;br /&gt;(Tue Oct 11 03:42:48 2005) iyk iyk iyk waaaaa!! syng syng tlga amf!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: anak ng tao  (Fri Oct 14 07:58:03 2005)&lt;br /&gt;ang pangit ng boo ni kelly!oo nga,mukhang takatak boy!wahahaha!sana virgin&lt;br /&gt;pa si kelly!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: carteblanche  (Thu Oct 20 04:51:11 2005)&lt;br /&gt;Ang pangit ng kasama mo... mas bagay tayo...PAPA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: tintin  (Thu Oct 20 05:24:50 2005)&lt;br /&gt;Sobra naman kau mang lait dyan!!!bkt kanya-kanya yan eh!!!and pareho sila&lt;br /&gt;ng status sa buhay noh!!Shame on you naman para kaung taga squatter&lt;br /&gt;ha!!!(christine ng SALIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: DANG PANGET EH NG KASAMA MO  (Sun Nov 6 01:30:01 2005)&lt;br /&gt;ANO BA IYAN PIPILI KA NA LANG NG LALAKE YAN PA, SUME DIYOSKO. WAG NA KAYO&lt;br /&gt;DI KAYO MARUNONG MAG POSITION NG BABAE EH, Let ME TEACH YOU GANTO LANG YAN BABA&lt;br /&gt;MO UNDER WEAR NIYONG DALAWA SABAY JUGJUGAN NA mga tagis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: wahehe  (Thu Nov 17 04:05:36 2005)&lt;br /&gt; kip up d gud work...ure such an icon to me...u dserve sum1&lt;br /&gt;better,,ahm,,i think that wud b me...luvYah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: wahehe  (Thu Nov 17 04:05:49 2005)&lt;br /&gt;kip up d gud work...ure such an icon to me...u dserve sum1 better,,ahm,,i&lt;br /&gt;think that wud b me...luvYah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: da man  (Sat Nov 26 14:00:04 2005)&lt;br /&gt;tangina tong carlos na e2 kakaflush ko lng kanina bumalik pa HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: LANCE KIAMCO  (Sat Jan 14 12:23:18 2006)&lt;br /&gt;mukha namnag takatak boy yannkita q xla sa ruins dati&lt;br /&gt;gush ganda ni&lt;br /&gt;kelly&lt;br /&gt;hoi FERnandezzz BOY KA LANG&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!! ako pnka gwapo d2 layas kau&lt;br /&gt;lahat!!!!! pweeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: LANCE KIAMCO  (Sat Jan 14 12:23:21 2006)&lt;br /&gt;mukha namnag takatak boy yannkita q xla sa ruins dati&lt;br /&gt;gush ganda ni&lt;br /&gt;kelly&lt;br /&gt;hoi FERnandezzz BOY KA LANG&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!! ako pnka gwapo d2 layas kau&lt;br /&gt;lahat!!!!! pweeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: ramsky  (Fri Jan 20 09:01:02 2006)&lt;br /&gt;ingit lang kayo sa kanila ako sa inyo mag sikap rin kayo para matikim rin&lt;br /&gt;kayo 2lad ni kelly basta ako kontento na ako sa gf ko pinapaliga nya ako at&lt;br /&gt;pinapaligarin sya sa aking mga kamay. thats all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: jolly_chicos  (Mon Jan 30 07:25:19 2006)&lt;br /&gt;pls send more pictures of miss kelly misa,ang ganda ganda niya kasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: hieyeen  (Mon Feb 13 09:45:41 2006)&lt;br /&gt; for all those times you said to me that i am the only one , i was&lt;br /&gt;shocked when i saw this picture of yours with this filthy bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Soy Kapitan  (Mon Feb 27 08:40:57 2006)&lt;br /&gt; swerte naman ng taong yan T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="mailto:atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com"&gt;atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;  (Mon Apr 3&lt;br /&gt;05:16:26 2006)&lt;br /&gt;HI KELLY!!!!!MUSTA KA NMN?AVID FAN MO KO!!!!VISIT MO KO SA FRIENDSTER KO &lt;a href="mailto:atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com"&gt;atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="mailto:atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com"&gt;atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;  (Mon Apr 3&lt;br /&gt;05:23:05 2006)&lt;br /&gt; masyado kasing maikli space dito kaya di kita masyado mkausap:)KEEP&lt;br /&gt;UP D GUD WRK H?dnt mind d nonsense msgs n nkapost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="mailto:atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com"&gt;atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;  (Mon Apr 3&lt;br /&gt;05:27:01 2006)&lt;br /&gt;sana nmn mbsa mo msg q.gs2 po ktang mging frnd kya mghi2nty q ng msg mo s&lt;br /&gt;frndstr q h?bgay mo nmn add mo pra q n mg add sau:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="mailto:atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com"&gt;atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;  (Mon Apr 3&lt;br /&gt;05:31:16 2006)&lt;br /&gt;sna nmn mging close frnd kta noh?pro kela p kya un?alm q bz k lage pro sna&lt;br /&gt;nmn mgkaron k ng time pra bshin msgs q,msya n po q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="mailto:atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com"&gt;atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;  (Mon Apr 3&lt;br /&gt;05:35:37 2006)&lt;br /&gt;snd k nmn s frndstr q oh?pls????gs2 ktang mging frnd at mkausap kht through&lt;br /&gt;net nlng,hi2ntaying ko msg mo &lt;a href="mailto:h?idol?atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com"&gt;h?idol?atjamesgt_18@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Javi  (Sat Apr 15 07:24:22 2006)&lt;br /&gt;taena i didnt know you had a boyfriend. sorry kelly. ANG TANGA&lt;br /&gt;KO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: aldouzie  (Sun May 14 22:46:35 2006)&lt;br /&gt;we are free to love whoever we choose so stop bothering kels. it just goes&lt;br /&gt;to show how green you guys are of envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Luis  (Fri Jun 9 02:21:24 2006)&lt;br /&gt;Kung makapagsalita kayo parang lintek ang kaguwapuhan niyo ah... Kelly ako&lt;br /&gt;nalang? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Luis  (Fri Jun 9 02:21:30 2006)&lt;br /&gt;Kung makapagsalita kayo parang lintek ang kaguwapuhan niyo ah... Kelly ako&lt;br /&gt;nalang? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115176179980123015?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115176179980123015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115176179980123015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115176179980123015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115176179980123015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-must-be-heat-here.html' title='It must be the heat here...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-115047759776773853</id><published>2006-06-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:06:40.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars Cars Cars!</title><content type='html'>It's was so freakin hot today.... or i should say yesterday... it was so hot that my friggin migrane struck once again... good thing I had things to do today... magbabad na lang sa mall.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met up with fibz at around 2:30. So we then decided to watch the fast and the furious. At first I thought it was about the childhood days of the hero on the first and second installment of the movie... but then as it progressed I realized that it was connected to the first movie... turns out that one of the drivers there appeard on the first movie. It was a great movie nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then after watching the fast n d furious, we decided to watch cars naman... di naman kami mukhang addict db? hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-115047759776773853?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/115047759776773853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=115047759776773853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115047759776773853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/115047759776773853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/06/cars-cars-cars.html' title='Cars Cars Cars!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114960881528530698</id><published>2006-06-06T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:46:55.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about 666</title><content type='html'>Well there have been bulletins stating that on 06/06/06 at 6:06 am the demon will let lose and the end of the world occur, but I'm not sure thats all true because first of all the bible says the end will happen at night and you will hear thrumpets and drums. Plus God designed our minds so that we could never fully understand him and 06/06/06 is too obvious, its most likely going to happen when we least expect it. In the bible 06/06/06 does not represent the end, it is just a mark that is placed on your head if you follow the devils word when "the end" does come, to be quite frank, its not the end of the world, its the new beginnig of a new world. Demons will come on earth but after the war between good and evil Jesus will lead his followers into salvation and the earth will be hiskingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your going to write about 666, get backround information and don't write out of ignorance. Besides if you follow God's commandments and believe in Jesus you have nothing to worry about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114960881528530698?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114960881528530698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114960881528530698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114960881528530698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114960881528530698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/06/truth-about-666.html' title='The truth about 666'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114830870218147251</id><published>2006-05-22T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T07:38:22.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation... at last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday seemed to be the end of another chapter in my life. The day I finish college. Thechnically I now consider myself as a graduate even though I still do not have my diploma, since I have just passed my last subject yesterday. And up to now, there's still some emotions from yesterday still left in me. That's a good thing, since it's not some sort of depression, this time, it's more of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone finished their defense last friday, we then went on to celebrate our newly acquired title.... ARCHITECT! 5 years of hardwork, cramming, and heated conversations with some friends finally seemed to pay off.. And what better way to celebrate than to watch the da vinci code in the cinema....uhhh.... well technically that was the plan... but since there were still tons of people falling in line for the movie, we then opted to watch "over the hedge"... at first they were quite hysterical about the idea of watching this instead of the other one, but hey... there wasn't much of a choice anyway since the next screening of the movie was 4 hours later and the seats left were separated. Though disappointed at first, it all change to enjoyment. What can i say... I've never had a good laugh from watching a movie since... since... oh.. this is the first movie that made me laugh out loud! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking last Saturday gave me a different feel. This time around, I had no worries that were related to school. As if a big load has been taken off my back. This time around... I had nothing to do! No plans whatsoever for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a plan for the following day since the day that I can think for myself. I've always played safe, iron out everything I need to do the following day so it would go by like a well oiled machine. Things like going to school, reviewing for an exam, visiting a friends house, writing sessions, and the list goes on. But then waking up the day after I finish college gave off a different feeling, similar to that feeling when I graduated from high school, but in a sense different since I had planned out things to do back at that time. Maybe it's just a phase of my life where I am yet to figure out what's in store for me next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the most traumatizing day of my life (exagge? hahaha)... happy asked if she could drive from UP fine arts building to the bahay ng alumni... payag naman ako... pwede na sana kaso she still needs more practice? hahaha have mercy on people on bicycles... hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114830870218147251?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114830870218147251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114830870218147251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114830870218147251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114830870218147251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/05/graduation-at-last.html' title='Graduation... at last...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114805303931760112</id><published>2006-05-19T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:37:19.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years... and 2 months of hardwork is finally rewarded!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;WOOHOO!!! PASADO NA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the very bright color? syempre! masaya eh! pasado! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Yes! may prefix title na pangalan ko! Arch.! yehey! ...now the only goal left is to be knighted by the queen of england... to be known as Sir Jerremiah Molina... naks! hahaha.. labo... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114805303931760112?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114805303931760112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114805303931760112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114805303931760112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114805303931760112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/05/5-years-and-2-months-of-hardwork-is.html' title='5 years... and 2 months of hardwork is finally rewarded!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114701892725450453</id><published>2006-05-07T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:22:07.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's really annoying me that whenever I am working on a large image on my computer, it always hangs on me! Whenever i try to save it, it goes all fucked up suddenly, forcing me to terminate the program without being able to save it at all. Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is really pissing of my day!!!!! If I could just punch the monitor I would..... but that would be more stupid than lessening the strain on me. So then I am once again faced with the fact that my pc is still hanging on me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114701892725450453?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114701892725450453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114701892725450453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114701892725450453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114701892725450453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/05/frustration.html' title='Frustration...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114649576833724646</id><published>2006-05-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:02:48.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell Outs... as people say</title><content type='html'>What's up with people these days? Whenever they see an artist change their appearance which people are not accustomed to seeing they immediately say that the artist has "sold out" already. When an artist gets a different hair cut, people then say that he's having an identity crisis. What the hell is this about? These artists are also human... aren't they entitled to have their own haircut? Are they doomed to wear the same look till they die? Why are people so in their faces on this one? Why do they make such a big deal out of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching MTV just before doing this, I saw a special on bad hairdos in showbiz. Well, at first they had their point since the stars they were showing really didn't have a clue. But then they got to S.O.AD.... it would have been a good argument but then they commented on shavo's braided beard, that little children would flee in fear of him when he plays at concerts. To me it sounds a lot like B.S... since little children aren't really the "audience" of S.O.AD... and these little kids aren't even allowed in concerts yet. So it was a stupid comment on the part of MTV....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the issue of selling out, it's been like an impulse of people to say that this band has sold out when they sign at a major label. Just look at it, at a fan's standpoint you want to hear your favorite band for as long as they can play. But still people treat these bands so cold when they decide to ditch the indie scene and sign to a major label. What people fail to realize is that, for these bands to continue in the scene, they must be heard by people all over. So they can have the resources to produce another album if they plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And basically one reason that a band has in mind when they decide to take the "band" thing seriously is basically to spread their sound. And if they do not take these opportunities when it comes their way then their music will only be doomed to be heard by the band itself and the four corners of the room that they practice in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114649576833724646?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114649576833724646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114649576833724646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114649576833724646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114649576833724646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/05/sell-outs-as-people-say.html' title='Sell Outs... as people say'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114632028211182327</id><published>2006-04-29T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:18:02.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Movie Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This week was a special movie week!! why? I watched 4 movies at the cinema in 5 days this week! hahaha... (my new past time... movie watching.. haha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Last tuesday, I went to see Tristan and Isolde. Great story, though... did it really happen? I mean, the war of the tribes there was taken from history but did Tristan and Isolde really exist? This I must research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then on thursday, I watched Silent Hill. I've been waiting for this movie since I first saw it in trailers (though I saw the trailers just a 2 weeks before it was shown.. haha). I have to admit, I am a big fan of the game (well.. the first installment of it anyway. since I didn't get to play the second one and was confused on the third.) Anyway, when I played the game, I breezed though it like there was no tomorrow! haha.. I ended it at around 2.5 hours of playtime. So basically, I still remember the sequence of events in the game from start to finish. So basically some scenes in the movie were not a surprise for me. Well, except for some new characters they've added. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then yesterday, I saw When a stranger calls. Damn! Camilla Belle's so cute! Ganda ng hair! haha... now I realized.... she's the girl in The Lost World!! haha and also from practical magic, a little princess, the patriot and the campbell's commercial! Oh how time passes by... she's all grown up now.. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then I went to see Slither today. But it wasn't what I thought it was.. is was a bit of a comedy. I thought that is was more of a suspense thriller.. haha.. but it's all good. I enjoeyed watching it... though the ending seems quite lacking of the punch... :D&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/12175276-114632028211182327?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114632028211182327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114632028211182327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114632028211182327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114632028211182327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/04/movie-movie-movie.html' title='Movie Movie Movie'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114623766064094638</id><published>2006-04-28T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:21:00.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's the 1 year anniversary of my blog page! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;WOW!!!! It's been a year already?!! Seems like it was only yesterday that i decided to start this thing called blogging.... Okay, Okay... I'll spare the sentimental ramblings for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So what now? I don't know... maybe I'll set up a raffle here? Whomever gives the best answer wins a prize? And what prize may that be you might ask? Well, I don't know yet.. I have no idea.. hahaha maybe I'll do a portrait of the winner or something... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So the question is: "If I am your friend, what are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ang lalim no? But I'm looking for a hillarious answer... one that will make me laugh everytime i read the answer. haha... la lang.. just send me an email containing your answer and your picture that you want me to draw (in case I pick your answer or something :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:morbid_angel_zero@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;morbid_angel_zero@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;-just send your answers here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114623766064094638?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114623766064094638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114623766064094638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114623766064094638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114623766064094638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-year.html' title='1 year!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114580027380115695</id><published>2006-04-23T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T06:51:13.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm so pissed at my biological father right now... I now realize where I got my bad traits which my biological father "says that both he and my mom doesn't possess". Yeah right... a ton of b.s.! I've done absolutely nothing and yet he's fuming red hot in anger at me? what's up with that?!?! He turned on the radio at full volume like it's the end of the world so I turned it down a bit so that I can hear my own voice and hear he shouts at me asking me what's my problem?!?! So I told him that it's playing too loud that I can't concentrate on my studies upstairs and then he tells me just not to listen?! Now what the f*ck is up with that?! With a radio playing at that high of a level no human being can even concentrate let along ignore that sound... So I just fix up my lunch and try to watch TV then he comes barging inside the house yelling "kinakaya-kaya mo na lang ba ako?!! pataying mo yan! punyeta 21 na taon kitang pinagtitiisan tapos gaganyanin mo lang ako! punyeta!". Now what the f*ck is up with that again?!?!?! I turned on the tv with almost no sound coming from it then he comes inside telling me that he cannot hear the radio with the tv turned on?!! Is he f*ck*ng insane?!?! He can hear the tv with almost no audibility playing over the radio?!! ...Attention seeking bastard... If I hadn't got the virtue of patience from my mom then it would have been a warzone here in an instant. There's no written law forbidding a child from teaching his parent a lesson once in a while anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Plus recently he's been pestering me that I haven't been much of a help in work here. "kaya daw siya naiinis sa akin dahil daw dun"... Well... can't he see that this activity that I've been doing recently is eating up most of my time? This activity called THESIS?!?! And when I try to reason this with him, he then tells stories during his college days when he balanced schoolwork and work given to him at home. What's up with that analogy?!! I mean duh?!! I'm only human and I can only do as much work that I can, and it's not even fair to compare the way of living then and the way of living now. I mean what was the hard task then was considered easy now and what was nearly impossible then was the hard thing to do now. I mean up until now I have never failed a subject in school and also got pretty good grades while at it, so please cut me some slack! I'm also human! I'm bound to fail sometime or another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everytime I go with my father to work, I always laugh inside (and sometimes even store hard feelings inside) when people complement on how nice my father is, how he understands them etc.etc... try living with him for some time.. you'll see how wrong you are. And just recently, my brother-in-law got a taste of that when he made a HUMAN mistake while doing what my father asked him to do. I wanted to tell him, multiply what you feel now by 365.... now you know how every year of my life passes by. With all this I have realized recently that I am not anymore comfortable working at home. Whenever I have projects or when I'm working on my thesis I go out and work on it at starbucks or any other place where I can stay for a long period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For my classmates, now you know why I don't want you guys to hang out here.... it'll just piss me off how my father will show you his soft side when you're there, then return back to being cold when you've gone already home.... Trust me.. it happened already during high school...&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/12175276-114580027380115695?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114580027380115695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114580027380115695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114580027380115695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114580027380115695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/04/drifting-away.html' title='Drifting Away'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114529230597762432</id><published>2006-04-17T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T09:57:33.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See the world as it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;These past few days (well... weeks actually =P) I've been... well... "not my usual self" (although since these things happen to me quite frequently these days... it's not more of like my usual self ;) ). I've been having a hard time trying to put up a decent effort in everything I've been working on, namely sketches (mga human features ek-ek or basically a portrait of a specific girl that I will hide behind the name of "friend"... what a screen name!), music for songs i've recently written, and of course... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY THESIS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, after days of pondering, net surfing and basically just bumming out, i came about a blog post of a &lt;strong&gt;NOT SO POPULAR&lt;/strong&gt; musician and a man that is &lt;strong&gt;NOT THAT MUCH RESPONSIBLE&lt;/strong&gt; for shaping opm music today... let's hide him under the name of JP. There was a part there where he also had a realization about life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;‘We do not see the world as it is. We see it as we are’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Reading this, I came to realize that I've already changed so much these past few years... well, concerning work ethics most notably... so much has changed but ironically I never noticed it up until now. Basically, before I used to work on things on a fast pace. Everytime I wanted to finish my work quickly. I seldom wanted to end my day with work still remaining, or if the project takes about 4 days to finish normally, I wanted to finish it in three days or less. Maybe I've been doing this to free up more time for myself. Just to separate my work from family and friends I did this for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maybe some of you think that this type of work ethic is alright. Maybe considering practicality nowadays, this would be the best option. But now for me I realized that by doing so the work doesn't really come out "&lt;strong&gt;complete&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; It will lack something everytime. Since I rushed things so fast, I always failed to consider the unpredictability of things. But what do I mean here? I always considered what people wanted today, what they craved for today. I never considered what they would like tomorrow... (gets? I guess I'm just rambling again, but that's just the way that I can put it into words.) Anyway, since I separated my work from my friends too much that my projects showed only one side of the world. Basically it was just my ideas there. In other words it was just a one dimension effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So now I found the reason why I'm always taking my time on working on project. I want it to come out perfect... if not maybe even near perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just hope that it doesn't take too much time to complete that I come out late! haha&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/12175276-114529230597762432?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114529230597762432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114529230597762432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114529230597762432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114529230597762432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/04/see-world-as-it-is.html' title='See the world as it is'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114520318944733693</id><published>2006-04-16T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T08:59:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed by everything..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm being annoyed by a lot of things recently.. I don't know, but somehow it's like I'm on a downward spiral once again.. I can't seem to get enough motivation to write stuff, work on my thesis or just even draw random things! It's really bugging me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Plus lately my dad seems to be more of a KSP... bakit naman? well... pansin ko lang, everytime I turn on the tv after 5 minutes lalapit cya, then papalipat ung channel... then pag nakakita siya ng mapapanood un aagawin na nya sakin remote. So ako naman badtrip, I'd just go to my room tapos soundtrip nalang... then around 15 minutes later, malalaman ko nalang na di na pala nanonood dad ko. So then I'd go downstairs again to watch na. Then after 5minutes or so again biglang dadating nanaman dad ko... tapos ulit na ulit... ipapalipat niya... tapos aagawin nya... pansin ko lang paulit-ulit nyang ginagawa... la lang naaasar lang ako... then pag nagpuyat naman ako because of the fact na pinapanood ko ung replay nung papanoorin ko dapat during the day siya pa magagalit... wag daw ako magpuyat.. matulog na daw ako.. kainis!! BullSH!t!!!!&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/12175276-114520318944733693?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114520318944733693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114520318944733693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114520318944733693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114520318944733693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/04/annoyed-by-everything.html' title='Annoyed by everything..'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114520238765549511</id><published>2006-04-16T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T08:46:27.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The irony of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't know but I just found it really ironic that of all the days it could happen, it happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's easter sunday today so we went to hear mass at 7pm... but ironically, going to mass literally felt like hell... hahaha it was so freaking hot! It's like move one muscle and you start to perspire! what's more wierd is that it's not really that hot today.. well it's hot.. but not that scorching hot.. just the normal hot philippine condition... then pag-uwi ko naman lamig naman sa amin... putcha, magkakasakit ako sa lagay na to eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;La lang... I just find it really annoying how the weather really sucks these days.. Why can't they just put up a centralized air conditioning system around the whole metro? hehehehe&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/12175276-114520238765549511?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114520238765549511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114520238765549511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114520238765549511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114520238765549511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/04/irony-of-things.html' title='The irony of things'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114468305338468756</id><published>2006-04-10T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T08:30:53.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WaPak</title><content type='html'>BULDING MAINTENANCE AR5-6 1.25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DESIGN X &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AR5-6&lt;/span&gt; WP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSING AR5-6 2.5&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSIONAL PRACTICE AR5-6 1.75&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL PSYCHOLOGY AR5-6 2.0&lt;br /&gt;RIZAL COURSE AR5-6 2.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aba... at nagawa ko pa na i-post dito ung grades ko ngayon?!! Now with that WP grade in design WF na lang ang kulang ko and then I've gotten all possible grades na!! from 1, 1.25, 1.5 and so on and so forth... haha! what an accomplishment!!! And not many people achieve that goal I might add... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114468305338468756?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114468305338468756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114468305338468756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114468305338468756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114468305338468756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/04/wapak.html' title='WaPak'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114468008393713465</id><published>2006-04-10T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:41:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm friggin hot.. arth thou?</title><content type='html'>I got this post from angel... sobrang natawa ako! haha... what people do these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as "Cybersex". Often the fantasies typed into keyboards and shared through Internet phone lines get pretty raunchy. However, as you'll see below, one of the two cyber-surfers in the following transcript of an online chat doesn't seem to quite get the point of Cybersex. Then again, maybe he does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt andhigh heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Wal-Mart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner. It's smells funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I want you! Would you like to screw me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: My hands suddenly jerks spastically and accidentallyrips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung:I'll pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra.My soft breasts are rising and falling,as I breath harder and harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly...I'm reaching back undoing the clasp.The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts.My nipples are erect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra andinspecting the clasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby.I just want to feel your tongue all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know,breasts. They're neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair.Now I'm nibbling your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are coveredwith spit and phlegm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts withthe remains of my blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you.I drop it with a plop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing you hard tool. Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman.Your hands are cold! Yeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take of my panties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is goingall over, in and out nibbling on you... ummm... wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: What's the matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat.I'm choking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Are you OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit! I'm turning all red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Can I help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly.I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup.Where do you keep your cups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Come back to me lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in thecabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom.Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning.I want you so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately ournaked bodies pressing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face.It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them.I place the glasses on the night table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindlyacross the room and toward the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling aroundfor the toilet. I lift the lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flushhandle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: What's the matter now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into yourlaundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now,blindly feeling my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Mmmm, yes. Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know...thing...in your... you know...woman's thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. Ikiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can'tstand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm flaccid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around,an incredulous look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my wieneris all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm puttingon my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the nighttable. I'm feeling along the dresser, knockingover cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse.Now I'm putting on my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God!One of our candles fell on the curtain.The curtain is on fire!I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Go to hell! I'm logging off, you loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart: Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114468008393713465?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114468008393713465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114468008393713465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114468008393713465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114468008393713465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-friggin-hot-arth-thou.html' title='I&apos;m friggin hot.. arth thou?'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114442563753307313</id><published>2006-04-07T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:00:37.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Last Sunday we went to Clark Pampanga... roadtrip ikanga... we passed by the SM mall being built there.. hanep!! parang airport terminal ang dating! haha... there's this all glass circular midsection tapos a long east ang west wing.. kamukha siya nung dinadrawing ko na airport dati.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was almost lunch so we ate at the resto my sister was talking about... the one with the big ass steak being served... and when I say big ass, I mean BIG ASS SERVING!! Imagine the steaks served here in manila.... then double the size of it and take off 10% of it's price... and viola!! You now have a full stomach! haha And they also have the largest serving of tacos that I've ever eaten in my life... grabe! kahit taco palang mabubusog ka na!! ..eh medyo patay gutom ako that day so 1 steak and 1 taco order ako.. hahahaha :-P ..minsan lang naman eh :-P hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So un.. gala gala... then when we were about to exit at balintawak from NLEX I was witness no a human being being runoever by a speeding vehicle... wow!! first time!! wahahahaha morbid!! hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114442563753307313?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114442563753307313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114442563753307313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114442563753307313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114442563753307313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/04/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114382095591755117</id><published>2006-03-31T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:02:35.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in this sea of dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was our graduation day... well technically... it's my classmate's graduation day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes. As most of you know, I am not part of those students that are attending the graduation march. And still up to now, there's still this part of me that still can't accept the fact that I have failed. It's been so long now yet still, voices still haunt my mind reminding me that I've failed. Why do I experience this? Is it that I've been so accustomed to getting through even the tightest of binges that failing affects me so greatly? Is it that I expected too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been thinking these past few days about what happened then. At one time then I remembered a statement I came about when I was researching about japanese history 5 years ago.  It read as "&lt;strong&gt;a hundred people may have different ideas on a certain subject, yet all of them are correct&lt;/strong&gt;". A hundred fifty+ years later still this idea applies to us... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so this helped me to accept what had kept me from moving on with my life. That not everyone will agree with what I am trying to prove. I'll just do my best to please others. And if I fail once again, never again will I doubt myself once more because in doing so, I admit to everyone that I am wrong and those who oppose me are right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114382095591755117?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114382095591755117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114382095591755117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114382095591755117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114382095591755117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/drowning-in-this-sea-of-dreams.html' title='Drowning in this sea of dreams'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114381767189953503</id><published>2006-03-31T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T07:07:52.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campaign against gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm starting a campaign against&lt;strong&gt; gravity&lt;/strong&gt;... who's with me on this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why am I doing this? What do I have against gravity? What has it done to me to hate it so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well.. it's not just me but what gravity does to everyone else. Gravity is the main reason tears fall. It's the reason why people fall down. And also the reason why people have a hard time getting up. It's the main reason why people give up on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When we fall, most of the time there is someone there to help us up.  But what happens when that person who is supposed to help you up also fell down with you? Then who will help you get up? When you are sinking slowly under when you are caught in a quicksand all you can do is just delay the inevitable. Once you start to sink, if no one is there to help then it's the beginning of the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When these things happen people tend to blame only themselves. But in reality it's not really one's own fault..... You can all blame it to &lt;strong&gt;gravity&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114381767189953503?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114381767189953503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114381767189953503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114381767189953503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114381767189953503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/campaign-against-gravity.html' title='Campaign against gravity'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114356443147699431</id><published>2006-03-28T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:47:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape the Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These past few days seem to be quite confusing to me... at times I feel happy since it was my birthday... and other times I feel very down due to some things I found out. It's really confusing on which feelings I should focus on. I mean my birthday only passes once a year so I should be happy when whis time comes... on the other hand I got so attatched to someone so much that when it became evident that things can not go on what I expected it felt like the world fell down on me. This is really affecting how I live day by day. Yet still... these events somehow inspired me to write songs again. Since this past Monday I was able to belt out some new riffs for the song I wrote to go along with. Should I go the easy way or the hard way.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114356443147699431?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114356443147699431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114356443147699431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114356443147699431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114356443147699431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/escape-hurt.html' title='Escape the Hurt'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114330003340858333</id><published>2006-03-25T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T07:20:33.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pre-Birthday Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We went to Market! Market! todayfor my pre-birthday celebration... la lang, it's been a habit na every year lumalabas ang barkada whenever one of us celebrates their birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I passed by monti's at around 11:30 to pick them up the we went to market! market! na. While going around Monti said that he wasn't going to be able to stick around for too long since he had to go to work at 2pm... so then, being the good friends that we are, sabi namin... "wag ka na pumasok!! ngayon palang naman eh... hahaha". But still tigasin... ayaw makinig sa kaibigan.. hahahaha. Then suddenly I had this idea... where if Monti got a number from a chic that I pick from the people there di ako magtatampo sa kanya... hahaha.. what a bet! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So we did a number of rounds before finally while roaming around the cinema floor I spotted this chic (medyo bata pa in my barkada's perspective.. but she's around 15-17 yrs old... pwede! hahaha... pero sobrang ganda! hanep! hahaha)... This was our dialogue when we spotted the chic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: *woah!!!* tol, un bilis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Monti: May kasamang bf no!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: putcha!! di yan bf no!! tingnan mo naman... magkalayo sila maglakad! laki ng distansya! pare mukhang alalay nga ung lalaki eh. nahuhuli pa oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Monti: eh... may kasama parin eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: naknampooch naman... di ka naman namin isusumbong kay dyanne eh! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Monti: tssss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then when we got around the floor we saw the chic again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: ano?!!! bilis!! yan oh! habang bumibili!! para stationary position sila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Monti: tsss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: You can do it!! hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then after a while he agreed... then after an even longer time he finally approached the chic... but then... boom!!! di pinansin! hahaha oh well... malas lang nya.. porma ba naman kasi eh. kalbo tapos sobrang haba ng goatee tapos piercings pa then naka "mallcore" na proma pa! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* mallcore - a term used by american kids that describe kids who wear band apparell which they bought at hot topic.... in our case here, people who buy their clothes at am bou and at top 40... or mostly people who wear band apparell of bands whom they've never even heard of... (peace tayo monti!! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;anyway... I told him "kaya naman di ka pinansin eh... akala siguro rapist ka o hold upper.... dapat kasi medyo preppy or ala sib porma mo.. yun papansinin ka na nun..." Then hirit naman si awee "yan dapat parang tulad ni miah porma mo! emo! hahaha". So yun, after that Monti went to Makati for work then nanood na lang kami ng Glory Road after... saya!! hehehe uplifting and funny ung movie.. hehehehe :-P&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/12175276-114330003340858333?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114330003340858333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114330003340858333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114330003340858333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114330003340858333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/pre-birthday-celebration.html' title='The Pre-Birthday Celebration!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114321328338685671</id><published>2006-03-24T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:14:43.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels with Dirty Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've rewritten a song that I've written two years ago... with what's been happening around me recently, this song really hits the spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw you then as you pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;always finding reasons, asking myself why??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;people change everytime but why can't i??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;maybe it's just a dream... when will I wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Watch the wheels turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The life you bring it slowly burns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The look that you once had in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why couldn't you be the same as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;maybe it's just a dream... when will we wake up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;because nothing is what it seems... maybe it's all but a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;now i know we are just angels... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we find ourselves crying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;searching for our wings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;as i try to see things differently... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;is it you i'm trying to find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114321328338685671?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114321328338685671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114321328338685671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114321328338685671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114321328338685671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/angels-with-dirty-faces.html' title='Angels with Dirty Faces'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114321305517208259</id><published>2006-03-24T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:10:55.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Closure of Something Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Last night I came upon some info while browsing the web that got me really so down... I never imagined that it would hit me that hard... I got so depressed once more to the point of having crazy thoughts inside my head... self doubt... even after sleeping it off, it still felt heavy inside... so I just wrote something to help ease the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everything around is fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Trapped inside these four walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Can't believe this is how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Time stopped before it hit three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Something's missing in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Blinded by a twist of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Never mind what I saw if you're alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maybe it's just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But still everytime it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then it may as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Suddenly you're slowly drifting away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm reaching out my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But then you started turning away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The distance is tearing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why'd it end so suddenly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Never tried to own your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just want to be a part of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tonight I heard the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But you never knew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Our separation isn't fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But still everytime it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then it may as well kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That I love you&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/12175276-114321305517208259?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114321305517208259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114321305517208259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114321305517208259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114321305517208259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/closure-of-something-beautiful.html' title='The Closure of Something Beautiful'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114313039005901394</id><published>2006-03-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T08:13:10.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fit to live in the 20's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I saw an entry from tanya's blog that caught my attention. it's a test on what timeline you would be best suited to live in... la lang.. I tried it for myself... Bagay pala ako mabuay during the 20's... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114313039005901394?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114313039005901394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114313039005901394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114313039005901394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114313039005901394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-fit-to-live-in-20s.html' title='I&apos;m fit to live in the 20&apos;s'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114312929616272260</id><published>2006-03-23T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:54:56.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Board Examination kuno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We had this sort of board examination assessment test or whatever  it is called. Well, quite frankly I got bored answering it. I mean, how is it going to assess how I am going to do in the boards when I didn't review everything I've learned? Like hello? how in the hell am I going to relearn everything that I've picked up in school in just less than a week? When before I take the boards I'd have a couple of months to review? What's the point?? So I kind of answered it like a school survey form.... halos puro A ung sagot.. hahahaha... Nothing's wrong with it anyway, It's not graded or womething anyway. hahaha.. di dapat tularan mga bata... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got so annoyed when I went to the gas station near us to fill up my car... My God!!! Napakabagal ng service!!! It's like a very big gas station but with only 2 or 3 gasoline boys doing their job... where were the others? maybe slacking off... Imagine waiting more than 20 minutes before my car started to get filled up... grrrrr.... I'm never going to that station anymore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114312929616272260?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114312929616272260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114312929616272260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114312929616272260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114312929616272260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/board-examination-kuno.html' title='Board Examination kuno'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114312832388146717</id><published>2006-03-23T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:38:43.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionista ng Bayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's really annoying how some people tell others what looks good on them and what doesn't. For example, how these "so-called-fashionistas" say that "these clothese are in this summer and these are so out of style". Isn't it that fashion is all about feeling comfortable with anything that you wear? Isn't it that we are capable for thinking for ourselves? Well... technically almost everyone can think for themselves... Even so, why do some of these "fashionistas" tell everyone to wear "this" this summer. What if everyone followed what they say? Then everyone would just look the same. People would look like manufactured robots... In the end there would be no individuality or uniqueness. Then what's the point of calling this "fashion" then? If people then wore what they are told to, are they assured that they are going to be comfortable wearing them? If some people look good on those clothes, does that make others look good on the same thing? ...Think about it... isn't it just another marketing strategy?&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/12175276-114312832388146717?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114312832388146717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114312832388146717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114312832388146717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114312832388146717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/fashionista-ng-bayan.html' title='Fashionista ng Bayan'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114278544142067306</id><published>2006-03-19T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T08:24:01.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychotic people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;What's happening around me nowadays? It's like a lot of people close to me seem to bring me down emotionally.  It's like just when I finally got over my recent failure and try to bounce back, here comes these people (which coincidentally are also the same ones that I depend on to give me the drive to continue on) who then do these things to pull me down. Giving me reasons not to continue on (although not in a direct manner... but it leads to it). So then a lot of doubt surfaces on my mind. Will I be able to make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these people bringing me down, I never expected that my dad would be one of them... although I take it back, I've expected this to come. Ever since 2nd year college, whenever he would see me "doing nothing" or "just lying down", he gets all psycho on me lecturing me on what I want to do for the rest of my life. He keeps on bugging me with "ganyan na lang ba balak mo sa buhay mo, pahiga higa na lang?". And when I try to tell him that I'm getting ideas for the projects that I'm doing, he then gets more psycho on me and tells me "tumatanda ka na ng paurong.. natututo ka ng sumagot sa magulang mo!". I mean, hello?!! he asked me a question so the normal response would be an answer! Putcha.. nakaaasar ung nagpasimuno sa bawal sumagot sa magulang... he didn't even make it clear when "pagsagot sa magulang" is indeed "pagsagot sa magulang". I mean, what's the point of sending us to school if by the end of the day we can't even voice out our opinion or ideas? Then just now, while eating dinner, I grabbed a piece of "lechon skin", then my dad gave me this look then pulled the "ulam" near him, then starts to go all psycho on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is then that maybe it's my dad who is "tumatandang paurong"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114278544142067306?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114278544142067306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114278544142067306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114278544142067306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114278544142067306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/psychotic-people.html' title='Psychotic people'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114261093676539115</id><published>2006-03-17T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:55:36.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night... I almost died....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/1018/1600/close-cloak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/1018/320/close-cloak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can one person really die in one's dreams? If one person dreams of dying in his dreams does this affect also the physical condition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking myself these questions and a lot more since this morning.. I had the scariest dream I had in my life last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started where we were having a video shoot at a burned down children's hospital somewhere in metro manila sometime at dawn. I started to get dizzy with all the smoke inside so I decided to go out alone and get some fresh air. Then suddenly I felt this chill inside me, then I heard the sound of a crying girl near me. As I tried to find where it was coming from, I suddenly saw an image of an infant standing in front of me!! That already spooked the living hell out of me... then suddenly it jumped towards me!! All of a sudden, as I looked around, I found myself totally surrounded by these things... all with the scary look in their eyes... intent on killing me! Upon seeing this... I suddenly feared for my life. I thought to myself "is this really the way that I'm going to die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt their hands scratching on my flesh starting to dig into me. At this time, I was really freaking out... as my body was being mutilated by these beings. As I felt really weak and almost dead, I suddenly woke up... sweating, shivering and scared... I really felt like I was dying 'coz when I woke up, I had a hard time breathing, my heart was beating very irregularly and I had this unbearable pain in my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I didn't get to sleep after waking up and was very nervous for the rest of the morning... come to think of it... when I checked the time just after I caught my breath it was just past 3a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence? I'd rather not know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114261093676539115?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114261093676539115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114261093676539115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114261093676539115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114261093676539115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-i-almost-died.html' title='Last Night... I almost died....'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114243424543063760</id><published>2006-03-15T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T06:50:50.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence... Blood... GORE!!!!!! ugh!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's up with the title? wala lang... saya ng hostel eh.. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hanep!! What a disappointment!! hahaha... we were planning to go to Eurostar today... but Lo and Behold!!! sarado na pala!! hahahaha malas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, before  we tried our luck on eurostar we (diane, mark, jc and me) went to Tiendesitas first, since some source told us that there was a pet expo there or something.. and that there was supposedly a dog show (or pet show) going to be held... but then again there was none! hahaha.. I guess the source was not that reliable :-P hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, they displayed a lot of pets there (duh!! it's a pet expo... malamang madaming pets dun?!!!) and I saw some cute dogs there.. I would have wished I had the money to buy the chow-chow but then again I had no money to pay (and here I was wanting to buy the siberian husky too!! hahahaha). The Chow-chow was really adorable.. hanep uber fluffy! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were also royal blooded guinea pigs (ung mahal na species kasi ung nandun.. hehehe royal blooded eh noh?) Then we had lunch at max's there.... and I have to point out here na medyo patay ang atmosphere sa tiendesitas at this time of the day, why? kasi walang "sights"... unlike during nightime.. masaya!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after having lunch we then had the realization that eurostar had been already closed! hahaha... so then the alternative of going to Market! Market! was the unanimous decision... :-P good thing there were new movies in line there (since I've already watched some movies that was showing last week). There was V for Vendetta and Hostel... and we all had the urge to watch some blood and gore today, so Hostel it was! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first it seemed to be like an ordinary teen movie where friends travel the European countries to get laid... but come the middle part, then the gore enters! Everything the sickest mind can imagine doing to a human body was done there... well almost.... :-P ..it was quite painfull even by just watching the people get mutilated... especially the part where the japanese chic got her right eye blow torched!! ooooooooooooh!!! that's painfull!!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also the fact that it was also damn cold inside the movie theatre made the movie more "feelable" (if there's such a word... hahaha). Anyway, after the movie timezone naman.. la lang, napagtripan nanaman ung mga games dun... the games where you try to get prizes.. la lang.. nakaka-addict kc eh! hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hay.. sana ibalik na ung eurostar!!! hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114243424543063760?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114243424543063760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114243424543063760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114243424543063760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114243424543063760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/violence-blood-gore-ugh.html' title='Violence... Blood... GORE!!!!!! ugh!!!!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114216736641137799</id><published>2006-03-12T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T04:42:46.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV Get Re-Hitched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've just noticed this... but did anyone else notice that MTV get hitched get a bit cheaper with their date planning??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I mean remember the first season where each date was in a way unique? That each date had a different venue? Each of them had dinner at different places, not repeating each venue they had already done. Each of the guys they got were really single looking for legitimate help for them to hook up with someone they really liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But now.... this 2nd season.. a lot of changes have taken place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;First is that most guys (in about 3-4 episodes already aired) were already in a relationship.. although they say they are in a cool off period.. or they have LQ's... bottomline is that they are still hitched.. so now the show is not really get hitched... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Second is that.. take note at every dinner venue at each episode this season... did you notice that each and every date is held at mcdonald's?!!! I have nothing against having dates in these places but man!! It's on cable dude!! Show a little bit of class... it's your first impression (well... technically... haha)  The guy's trying to impress the girl and that's the best they can come up with?!! a dinner for two at mcdonald's??? And every week there's always rose petals on the table... wala na bang ibang gimmik na maisip mga to?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've got no problems with the new hosts... although I kinda liked john joe as the host even better... because of all the bullsh!t he keeps on pulling off... hahahaha but above all that... Eif is so H.O.T.!!!! hahaha&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/12175276-114216736641137799?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114216736641137799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114216736641137799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114216736641137799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114216736641137799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/mtv-get-re-hitched.html' title='MTV Get Re-Hitched'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114182902203996266</id><published>2006-03-08T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T06:43:42.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When was the last time you did something for the first time? as stated by starbucks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well for me... I did some this week!! well... technically a first for this year.. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First off last week, I went to my first concert/gig (this year.) hehehe But technically I did not go there... since I was already there in the first place. It was the ARKIsta gig where some archi bands and invited bands played. Some bands were entertaining.... yet some were not... but still, they showed potential in their performances.... but the one who played original songs showed much potential!! especially splitside!! ang galing!!! and their guitarist is so damn freaking rich!! hahahaha How I want to have his guitar!!! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sadly, I was unable to watch Barbie play since we had our dinner early that day and turns out that Barbie played at 4pm... tough luck!! haha Industria played after splitside.. industria bacame a little bit dragging to watch since all they did was cover songs... nothing special about that... haha. Paramita played after them (go Ria!!! woohoo!!!), then soft pillow cases (kisses???) hahaha di ko nadinig eh.... then after them Kamikazee closed the event... words cannot express how crazy Jay was that night!! hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then today, diane, mark, jc, aj, herb and I went to G.H... we went to shoppesville, theatre mall and promenade... well aside from shoppesville, it was my first time to go to theatre mall and promenade.. hahahaha since the last time I went to greenhills was when Virra mall was still standing!!! and that's a looooooooooooooong time ago!!! hahaha... while eating there diane saw her H.S. friend (uy mark oh!! hahaha) la lang.. special mention ung girl kasi cute eh :D hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So when was the last time you did something for the first time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114182902203996266?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114182902203996266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114182902203996266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114182902203996266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114182902203996266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-time.html' title='First time'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114123233301721668</id><published>2006-03-01T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:58:53.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Finally... wednesday is over... I can eat now!!! imagine going 24 hours with just 2 servings of hash browns consumed!!!! the torture!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114123233301721668?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114123233301721668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114123233301721668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114123233301721668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114123233301721668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/03/fasting-fast.html' title='Fasting fast'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114087755442074475</id><published>2006-02-25T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T06:25:54.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moodswings push me away from you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;These past few days have been quite "emotional" ... I don't know why, but it seems like to bring me down... it's been keeping me from doing all the things that I usually do... even blogging!! haha... at least I found some inspiration from this to write a song... it's entitled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moodswings&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling so denied&lt;br /&gt;Seems you're pushing me aside&lt;br /&gt;Questions suraface in my mind&lt;br /&gt;The answers seem to fade now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That your silence is deafening&lt;br /&gt;It cuts through the air between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Now you seem so far away&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;Your silence brings you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;Your moodswing's pushing me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when will this ever end?&lt;br /&gt;The scene just repeats itself&lt;br /&gt;Is this how it's gonna end?&lt;br /&gt;With you running away now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114087755442074475?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114087755442074475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114087755442074475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114087755442074475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114087755442074475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/02/moodswings-push-me-away-from-you.html' title='Moodswings push me away from you..'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114070452906220529</id><published>2006-02-23T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:22:09.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bayan na Bato!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wow!!! Pasig is now officially on the map!!! hahaha... Now it is known as the shabu capital of the Philippines! hahaha joke! Hey, it's been on the news for quite some time, and it may have given Pasig that image already anyway... so now refer to Pasig as... "Bayan na Bato!" hehehehe :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Benguet is the "Bayan ng Damo"... Pasig is now "Bayan na Bato"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-114070452906220529?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114070452906220529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114070452906220529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114070452906220529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114070452906220529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/02/bayan-na-bato.html' title='Bayan na Bato!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-114027544156654628</id><published>2006-02-18T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T07:10:41.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's been long since my last post and a lot has happened in that long span of time. Some good and mostly bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay... let's start with the bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's official, my fear went true... I failed in my thesis defense. Now I know why I've been feeling uneasy for the past 3 weeks. As in every hour that passes by I get more nervous. It was like a voice in my head was telling me that I was finally going to fail in one thing that I never expected to. And it sure did got me.... The first time since 2nd year high school that I failed a subject. And just like that time, I failed the subject which I never thought I would fail... computer. The only difference is that I accepted the fact that at that time, I didn't really take our computer subject seriously. But this time was different, as I made all the possible preparations before the race... but still I came up short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But if I knew my project more, how could have I failed here? ....maybe just dumb luck... since a lot of lower year girls watched during my presentation. So Saguindan in nature, tested if he could break me down (syempre pasikat cya sa audience... since puro babae nga...), and break me down he did (unfortunately). He just burried me with a lot of questions... even irrelevant problems that surprised me one would even bother asking. And so as he was throwing away with the questions... the other two just joined in the bandwagon. And there I was... down but certainly not out! I still had enough in me to smile and shrug off all the pain inside... and also, I wouldn't show signs that I was broken down... in the end, I didn't give them what they want... hey, they won the battle that day.... but I'll definitely win the war!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And also these past few weeks have been very.... how shall I say it... very unlike me. How is this? Basically it's like I'm low on fuel... uninspired to do anything wholeheartedly. This confuses me since there's no reason to be uninspired. Even writing songs/music which usually I don't have trouble finishing got affected. I get a hold of my guitar and after a short time I have this unexplainable feeling that stops me on my tracks. Maybe it is because my supposedly inspiration is also causing me to get uninspired? Even my blogging is now affected by this.. words now are not coming into mind as quickly as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, for my own good, I need to find a solution to this problem of mine... quickly...&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/12175276-114027544156654628?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/114027544156654628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=114027544156654628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114027544156654628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/114027544156654628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-time.html' title='Lost Time'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113914630498388898</id><published>2006-02-05T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T05:31:45.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'ze Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've just realized that even in choosing which music I play when I'm in my car differs on where I'm driving and who I'm with.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Here I made a "playlist" of the common cd's I play during 3 situation :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Citydriving times...&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone or when I'm with the "boy-band", kabanda, kabarkada...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Killswitch Engage - End of Heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mudvayne - Lost and Found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ill Niño - confessions, revolucion revolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Flames - Clayman, Tokyo Showdown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Freddy vs. Jason Soundtrack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chevelle - This Type of Thinking could do us in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slipknot - slipknot, iowa, subliminal verses, live album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Incubus - SCIENCE, a crow left of the murder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chimaira - the Impossibility of reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lost Prophets - Start Something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taproot - Blue sky research&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darkest Hour - Hidden hands of a sadist nation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hatebreed - Perserverance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.O.T. - P.O.T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nuncyspungen - nuncyspungen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Greyhoundz - apoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Urbandub - Embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chicosci - Methods of breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheese - Cheese, Pilipinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Valley of Chrome - love and devotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13 Needles - e.p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trivium - Ascendancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dicta License - Paghilom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shadows Fall - The War Within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Dozen Furies - A Concept From Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agape - Agape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Notice that most of these are Hard Rock/Metal bands? Syempre.. since It's nicer to drive to heavy guitar driven riffs! haha... feel na feel mo ung bilis ng car! woo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for  during times na girl naman ang kasabay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Ambassadors - Simple changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sandwhich - Thanks to the Moon's Gravitational Pull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chicosci - Icarus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Full Volume Compilation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sponge Cola - Palabas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kitchie Nadal - Kitchi Nadal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kjwan - Kjwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Urbandub - Influences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taproot - Welcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Glassjaw - Worship and Tribute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Silverchair - Diorama, Neon Ballroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Strokes - Is This It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Audiovent - Dirty Sexy Knights in Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Incubus - Make Yourself, Morning View&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoobastank - Hoobastank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finch - What it is to Burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thursday - War All The Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nonpoint - Development&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hale - hale.... (yes you are reading correctly.. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Typecast - The Infatuation is Always there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lost Prophets - Start Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;...now it's more of "chick rock"... syempre.. girl kasama eh :-P hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly... during long... LOOOOOOOOOOONG roadtrips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sugarfree - Sa Wakas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sandwhich - Grip Stand Throw, 4 Track mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mishka Adams - God Bless the Child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wally Gonzalez - wally on the Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18 Issue - To be Heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bamboo - As The Music Plays, Light Peace Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shiela and the Insects - Flowerfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rage Against the Machine - Evil Empire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Audioslave - Audioslave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;System of a Down - Toxicity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Menaya - Run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parokya ni Edgar - Halina sa Parokya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coheed and Cambria - IV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Flames - Reroute to Remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Urbandub - Embrace, Birth, Influence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trivium - Ascendancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.O.T. - P.O.T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taproot - Welcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Incubus - a crow left of the murder, Make Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here it's a bit of a mixture of Jazz, Funk, and Metal bands... when passing by towns metal ung tumutugtog.. when on an open road or during nighttime jazz tunes dominate... para bagay sa setting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking over all these things.. I've come to think na nonsense nanaman itong post na ito... wala lang... I rearranged my room this morning eh.. and I noticed that my cd's are already ridiculously many already.. hahaha (pwede na akong patayo ng record bar...) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;So I did an inventory of all my cd's then though of writting this :-P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113914630498388898?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113914630498388898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113914630498388898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113914630498388898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113914630498388898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/02/ze-playlist.html' title='&apos;ze Playlist'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113914478935931936</id><published>2006-02-05T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T05:06:31.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Depression DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the eve of our endorsement... and I am feeling some array of mixed emotions... for an unknown reason I'm feeling nervous for nothing. I know I'm finished with all the basic requirements just to be endorsed but still doubts are running amock inside my stress filled mind... or maybe this is just because I've been lacking sleep for so long (try 1 1/2 years.. haha). Anyway.. I'd rather not talk about this anymore so as not to aggrevate the nervousness inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just this past week I've felt this sort of mild depression. And it's been getting in the way of my work. I've had no drive to do good in my drawings this week. And to think it's the most important part of the drawings. I'm just sort of confused... the reason why I had a surge of energy to work fast and efficient this past January sort of became the same reason why I had no drive to work this past week... knowing this.. I just hope I get through our enorsement tommorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113914478935931936?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113914478935931936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113914478935931936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113914478935931936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113914478935931936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/02/attack-of-depression-dna.html' title='Attack of the Depression DNA'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113811346297610437</id><published>2006-01-24T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T06:37:43.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdness Gallore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So basically this has been a very wierd week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. before everything else.. Pacquiao won! woohoo... the match mas a thriller since I thought that it was going to go down to the scorecard... luckily it ended during the 10th round... phew!!! but still amidst all the celebration... pacquiao's song ("para sa'yo ang laban na to... ") still annoys me... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now I got a new number... may globe na ako... so as the commercial says it... "I'm one of them" na... hehe... now both my phones are on unlimitted.. hahaha... textus addictus in other words... but i just noticed that i enjoy texting using globe now... maybe since it doesn't have sun's 24/7 syndrome... 24/7 syndrome? 24messages sent... only 7 are recieved... hahahaha :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I had this very wierd dream, which was starred by tepang and mel... starred eh noh? ano to movie? hahahaha... anyway, this maybe is one of the weirdest if not THE weirdest dreams I have ever had... hahahaha (weird nga db is-te-funny?!! haha.. pero nakakatawa db? :-P) hehe.. sobrang weird napa-"HUH?" ako paggising ko.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, kobe bryant achieved what I didn't even dream of achieving... he scored more than 80 points!! I mean wow!! how good (or how selfish.. hehehe joke lang) can he become? putcha... some players already have a hard time scoring just 20 points.. yet he scored 81?!!! take note: 55 points in just 2 quarters!! Now I can't wait 'til he scores more than a hundred... it isn't impossible... since wilt did it so can kobe right? also remember that during a game in December he scored 62 points in just 3 quarters of play... so do the math...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon I watched Narnia again... at the movie house.. ahem.. my personal movie house... hahahahaha wala lang.. ako ang kasi halos mag-isa sa loob so I treat it as my personal space :D haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I'm feeling kind of down but then again I'm not feeling down... labo nun ah... imagine na depressed ako pero sobrang saya ko... gets? I don't know why, but I just feel so... haha So then this leads to my chronic procrastinating habit once again... with the deadline of submittion for my thesis endorsement coming fast, here I am doing almost absolutely nothing... my work pace seems to slow down do a suicidal pace.... I just hope that I finish doing everything that I need before February 1... or else I'm dead... hahaha&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/12175276-113811346297610437?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113811346297610437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113811346297610437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113811346297610437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113811346297610437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/01/weirdness-gallore.html' title='Weirdness Gallore'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113768226535304406</id><published>2006-01-19T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T06:51:05.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday is Marikina Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's been very stressfull this week at school (if you're wondering why I'm pointing this obvious thing out since school is very stressfull most of the time, well, obviously you are not a part of our section! Well, per sem halos three days lang palagi ung time na stressed out kami... why three days lang? what's so significant about those three days? well... cya ung the day before the submission of a major plate (aminin! mga last day tayo halos gumagawa palagi.. the first 50% of the plate hati dun sa first three weeks tapos ung last 50% gagawin lang sa last day.. hehe).&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.. eh since ngayon marami-rami na rin yung drawing requirements, so most definitely at this moment marami-rami na rin ung mga walang tulugan types... so un.. eh when I got to show my complete plans, elevations and sections to my adviser, ayos na sana.. the first things he said were music to my ears "pasado 'tong mga plans and elevations mo.. ayos pwede na.." but then he saw the page.... that ominous page... hehehe then he said.. "delikado ka.. pasado ka nga dun sa ibang drawings mo.. eh ito bagsak ka naman dito sa isang to..". hehe.. ayus.. pampaganda ng umaga.. SABON!!!hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then after that I went first to Tower Recto while I was waiting for Lem-J. If you didn't notice... sasabihin ko ulit.. TOWER RECTO... yes not tower records... hehehe para dun sa mga lubos na nakakakilala sakin magtaka na kayo.. "Si Miah?!!! nag Tower Recto?!!"... hehehe... wala lang.... I'm not allowing myself to spend too much on cd's at this moment.. mahirap na, baka mawala pambayad ko dun sa pinagawa kong perspective.. hehehe.. but at least the redeeming factor is that what I bought isn't even commercially available here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then Gilmore... libot-libot... (magaling.. di pa nagmumura laptop ko.. hehehehe good sign yan para sakin.. haha... labo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ayun, after Lem-J bought his HDD we went on to marquinton.. (Lucas disappointed nanaman ako dun sa chicken strips... bakit maliit nanaman? hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then before I finished eating.. two very suspiciously  looking men positioned right beside us, which made me quite uneasy.. syempre naman, manners no?!! Kumakain pa ung tao titigan ba naman?!! Then one of the two men suddenly talked to me..(akala ko paaalisin kami.. i thought to myself: "tangnamo, kumakain pa ako paaalisin mo ako?!!!") turns out he was just asking if the cashier issued us a reciept... parang sarap sagutin ng "hello?!! anyone up there in your head?!! nakita mo nang sira ung cashier eh.. kaya nga sinusulat lang ung mga order... obvious na walang reciept na issued db?!! kainis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then after eating, we watched Underworld Evolution para magpalipas ng oras... One thing I can say about the movie is... Kate Beckinsale was so hot!! parang pag nakasalubong ko siya i'd tell her "bite me, turn me into one of your kind!" hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The movie was nice... it answered some questions in my mind left when I watched the first movie...but I'll just leae the review for another day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After watching tambay muna sa starbucks dun since the movie house  was uncharacteristically hot inside for some reason... The cute barista was there today.. kaso ung isa wala... hay... hahaha :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the riverbanks "escapade".... I'll just post the pictures when I get them from Lem-J... what I can say is the ratio of the site pix to our "kagaguhan" pix where quite large... mas marami ung katarantaduhan.. hahahaha&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/12175276-113768226535304406?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113768226535304406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113768226535304406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113768226535304406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113768226535304406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/01/thursday-is-marikina-day.html' title='Thursday is Marikina Day..'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113707610122868643</id><published>2006-01-12T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T06:28:21.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair Myx...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate MYX..... yeah the channel.... why why why?!!! well... their coverage of the NU 107 awards totally sucked... questions still lingering inside your heads? well two major reasons are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. The volume of the bands playing seemed quite not finely tuned.. what do I mean here? well.. imagine the camera travelling to different angles... well, when the camera gets far back, the sound mysteriously gets lower.. as if there's no sound at all but when the camera view gets near the band the sound gets annoyingly louder all of a sudden.. it's like I should be ready to increase or decrease the volume at all times... so this is quite annoying... okay.. it's very enfuriating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. The show was chopped down inconsiderably. What does this mean again? well.. they cut some performances to just a measely 15 seconds (so this gives the expression 15 seconds of fame a totally different meaning...) so this really annoys me.. it's like they are shoving into my face the fact that I wasn't able to go there at that time! The thing that took this to another level was the fact that they picked to cut the performances by urbandub, kjwan and sandwich... and to think I was looking forward to watching these 3 band's performances...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just wish that NU give back the rights of televising the awards night to UNtv or ABC 5 again... at least they give a decent show....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113707610122868643?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113707610122868643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113707610122868643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113707610122868643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113707610122868643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/01/unfair-myx.html' title='Unfair Myx...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113699465909339752</id><published>2006-01-11T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T07:50:59.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason of existence..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wow.. I just noticed that this is already my 101st entry here... (I've also realized just recently that I tend to notice even such small details... and I didn't even know it until tepang pointed it out to me.. hahaha... now I know that I still don't know a lot about myself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Seems like a long time ago since I started blogging, well actually... it was already quite long ago... since it's almost a year already since I've been doing this. But why was I drawn to doing this in the first place? Maybe it's because I like writing about stuff since I was a kid. Testament to this is the fact that I was a columnist in our school paper when I was in gradeschool. Though writing news features and online journals are a bit different from each other, what I did in gradeschool was more like a journal rather than a news article since I covered those things which interested me most, in which case I am doing here on my journals, writing about stuff which I like experiencing (though some journals here are things that I do not want to experience).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Another reason maybe is to have an outlet for every emotional experiences that I go through everyday (though some are maybe not so very emotional experiences of mine.. :-P) I don't know but ever since I started doing this I became more "in tune" with myself, since I can think more clearly while writing poems, songs, or articles. Words just come naturally all of a sudden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Though I've also realized that my working habits are somewhat connected to my blogging habits. What does this mean? Well, basically, to put it in very simple terms, whenever I have posted a journal here then at that same night I will be in full gear with doing schoolwork and other things. Is it that whenever I unload thoughts here, I feel much lighter and become much more comfortable working? Maybe that's the case but I'm not sure. Maybe it's only psychological in nature, or maybe I'm just that damn lazy to work on my thesis on certain nights? But whatever the case is, I'm happy since I feel comfortable working on my thesis tonight (dapat lang since less than 3 weeks na lang eh deliberations na namin...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmmm... maybe on my 1st year blog anniversary I should put up a gimmick or something... I don't know but maybe asking a question of how well you know me and the best answer recieves a prize or something.. wala lang.. naisip ko lang :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;By the way, the MMFF is finally over!! finally... "I'm back to my regular programming"... hahahaha.. I can finally enjoy watching movies again!! hahaha (not that I am putting down pinoy movies..  but face it, two weeks of just pinoy movies and you tend to be bored to the nth level!! hehehe... I watched Narnia last Monday. Hanep astig!! Lupit ng cgi ni Aslan! woah! hehehe... and also the costume and props design, it all seemed real... though the weapons were actually real since they decided to use real ones to make the battle scenes look more realistic. And I can't even say anything harsh concerning the story. Why can't some Big name Filipino Movie makers think of storylines like these? It isn't that hard at all anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Next on the movie list: Memoirs of a Geisha.. (and also GOAL... sana naman ipalabas na no?!!!)&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/12175276-113699465909339752?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113699465909339752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113699465909339752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113699465909339752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113699465909339752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/01/reason-of-existence.html' title='Reason of existence..'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113612487639535675</id><published>2006-01-01T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T06:14:36.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimatum!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's 2006!! More resolutions to break... so this year I'm not making resolutions.. instead, I'm making ang ultimatum for myself (hehehehe)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ultimatum #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Graduate this year... more specifically.. graduate this MARCH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So technically I need to have a passing grade for my thesis... though I'm not longing for a very high grade that even a 3 will do... but technically, the burden of passing falls upon myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ultimatum #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Focus more sa banda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Since thesis time ngayon eh wala munang practice practice sa banda so after ng thesis malamang matinding tugtugan ang magaganap... and make and lp or an ep at the least while at it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ultimatum #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Make lots of money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After I achieve my first goal  this will be achieved much further.. though the second goal cannot play a vital role in this one since.. let's face it, mahirap maging mayaman dito sa pilipinas kung sa banda lang ang trabaho mo.... db?db?&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/12175276-113612487639535675?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113612487639535675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113612487639535675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113612487639535675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113612487639535675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2006/01/ultimatum.html' title='The Ultimatum!!!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113587228344578647</id><published>2005-12-29T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:04:43.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The forceful fate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay.. so mmff week is this christmas break (why oh why?!!! of all the time in the world... bakit ngayon pa?!!! eh this is the only free time for me to watch as many movies... hay buhay... so napilitan tuloy ako.. hehehehe) So I (unwillingly) watched both exodus and legal wife.... reasons why I watched...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Exodus - the hype given to it by filipino critics was so much that they even compared it to lord of the rings (violent reactions are to follow......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ako Legal Wife - wala lang... nainis lang kasi ako from watching fantasy movies (after watching the previous one). So I opted top watch this comedy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay.. so start na ng katayan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Exodus.. exodus.. exodus... well... after watching a lot of movies (during nov-dec) which gave me lot's and lot's of realization about life (exorcism of emily rose, king kong.. etc..etc...) watching exodus made me realize a few things as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;First realization "Putcha!!" (as Lem-J says it) ang ganda ni Iya!!! syet!!! bakit ang ganda niya?!!! (but technically it's not a realization.. it's more of an affirmation really...) I mean, her character suits her well... a spirit of beauty! hanep! hehehe and she actually looks good in her costume/gown/battle wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Second realization... never believe in what filipino critics say... grabe nakakainis... I mean yes, exodus does have some great things going for it like costume design (except that of the character of the "tolits" kid there... grabe.. parang DBZ rip off... pero rip off na nga hindi pa nagawa ng matino... he looked like an amateur cosplayer inside an anime convention in hong kong.... the hair looked like it was just colored using spray paint... since they boasted of fine computer graphic imagery, then why did they not use it for this aspect? Another thing is that "tolits" also lacked training in fighting while strapped on tension wires... during the fight scenes he sort of looked so tense on air... he was swinging back and forth (which is quite annoying to look at actually. Next is the set design.. though some sets were so-so... some sets were like "what the hell is that?!!". One set looked like the inside of a trash can. While the hallways of the "big boss" (who quite incidentally whose name sounds like a sleazy one... bagulbol?....) were quite modest.. okay.. the hallways were just like that of a common house. I mean, where's the grandeur inside what is supposed to be a grand castle?!! the hallway was like 3 meters wide?!! and just 4 meters high... What's up with that?!!! and another thing is that, isn't it that evil is associated with the darkness, death and the like? Why are trees and flowers around the castle?!!! Isn't this quite awkward looking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then finally (well there are still a lot more but I'm getting tired of thingking of it more...) the obvious overuse of special effects... which made bong revilla look like a frog while jumping from area to area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So all in all...I give it a 1.5 for effort... but since Iya looks great here.. I'll give it a 2.5!! hahahahaha un lang masasabi ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For Ako Legal Wife, it was an entertaining movie... summed up the jokes used here were not of the intellectual kind but more of the casual street "hirit".. which is in a way nice... although if you're a visayan... half of the jokes here won't appeal to you.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For this one I'll give it a 3.5... so it's worth your money to go and watch it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Surprisingly.. while I was watching Legal wife, I noticed that the cinema was full.. well it's not that surprising to others but for me it's a big thing since I expected the cinema to be 3/4 full at most.. So that's the first time my hunch was wrong.. =P &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/12175276-113587228344578647?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113587228344578647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113587228344578647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113587228344578647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113587228344578647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/forceful-fate.html' title='The forceful fate...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113570000466868937</id><published>2005-12-27T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T08:13:24.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Finally! 2005 has come to a close... well... almost.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, another year full of not so out of the ordinary events can now be officially refered to as the past (though it can already be called that way the day after the event happened... or something like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for what may be my last post for the year, I'd rather do a review of things that happened. Entitled as.... "2005... what the hell was I doing?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of new friends this year... the most since like.. the first 20 years of my life? Hahaha... Though I will not wander off to name dropping since all of you guys are so many that it might take a long time enumerating all of you that I might fall asleep (no.. seriously.. Hehehehe... well,, that's just figuratively speaking). Anyway, this surprised me since I'm more of an introvert since childhood?? So meeting lots of people never came in to mind... I don't know.. maybe I'm a rare in-ex-trovert??!! who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cd buying habbit sort of mellowed a bit... imagine me three years ago buying an average of 3 cd's per week which is now cut down to 3 cd's per month at the most!! (Oh.. and those are original cd's mind you!) Though I admit I still buy pirated ones... hey cut me some slack, those albums were not locally available. But hey, when it comes to local artists, I try my best to buy the original ones everytime... so now my cd count is up to 500+ and still more cd's are on my list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the subject of cutting down on expenses concerning cd purchasing. This was due to the fact that I invested my money this year on musical equipment... Hey! I got a new bass!! woohoo!!! and I'm planning on getting a drum machine before the year ends which is just about 4 days from now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. speaking of music... well... nothing much has happened this year (band wise) since marvin was unavailable since this july?? and me having to do my thesis which is a lot of work... and i mean A LOT!!!! Talk about a major headache!!! But even though I've been that busy this past 3 months, I've still managed to write a few songs for a project band of Jay and I (Jay!! pagkatapos ng defense tugtugan na!!!) (Vino!! hindi ko matapos ung guitar solo na ginagawa ko... wala akong idea kung pano tapusin.. sobrang pinagaganda pa kasi.. hahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of gas rose up to quite an alarming amount... though I didn't feel it that much since our number of days in school was just 4 now.. comapred to 5 or 6 during the first semester... and since I have more free days in a week, I found time once again to just hang out at a mall or someplace else (after 3 years or so.. I finally got to do this again.. going out with no apparent reason at all). And with this I found my new hang out.... Blue Wave Marquinton!! hehehe.. The movie theatre there is great... it's like watching at Market! Market! but only cheaper! And one time when I watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose on it's final screening day I had the theatre all to myself!!!! Imagine your own personal movie house!!! Hahahahahaha! And I also found a new "tambayan kung gusto ko lang maupo at makinig sa ipod"....the starbucks there!! hehehe... Now I've got an a new place to hang out until everybody there knows me (I achieved this same goal at comic alley, tower glorietta, and at the card shop beside our high school).. I mean like when I'm just going to pass by, everyone there is going to give a shout out to me.. hehehehe.. wala lang.. it feels good to know that everybody sees you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this year I got to attend the PASKUHAN at UST.. it was mid-satisfactory since some bands that played there didn't quite live up to my expectations. Though some bands did catch my attention (tough I forgot their names!! Hahahaha). So now I have a goal for 2006... play at PASKUHAN and kick some ass!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here's the pic of the christmas tree there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/1018/1600/Christmas%20Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/1018/320/Christmas%20Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/12175276-113570000466868937?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113570000466868937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113570000466868937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113570000466868937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113570000466868937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/year-in-review.html' title='Year in Review'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113526024354971274</id><published>2005-12-22T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T06:04:03.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucks Pix!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/newchucks.jpg" /&gt; New Chucks! Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113526024354971274?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113526024354971274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113526024354971274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113526024354971274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113526024354971274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/chucks-pix.html' title='Chucks Pix!!!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113525986800212969</id><published>2005-12-22T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T05:57:48.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally! After a long drought, I finally managed to write a new song. I wrote it yesterday which is partly about what happened this past two weeks. The words just kept on coming and before long the lyrics was finished! Then this afternoon I wrote music for it and gave the song basically it's tune... Wala lang... it sort of sounds like "EmoTal" (Emotional Metal... hehehehe... imbento eh noh?) hehehe... It's entitled as "A Thousand Reasons"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's my inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her eyes just caught me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night she said so clearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This just could not be and I realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I carry the burden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of knowing we could not be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As hard as it may seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it can't be hepled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish it was that easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fight the hurt inside my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as everything starts crashing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1, 2, 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll erase the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;still I can't breathe right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These dreams of seas and skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm dying inside can't she see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's the light in my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life of hurt and lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm calling out to her but nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I scratch the surface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Impurities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though she's just a memory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't forget tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's so close yet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's so hard to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll find more reasons just to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These dreams of seas and skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm dying inside can't she see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's the light in my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life of hurt and lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm falling deeper into her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tears that drown my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These dreams of seas and skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm dying inside can't she see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's the light in my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;life of hurt and lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm falling deeper into her&lt;br /&gt;And I sing these rhymes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of hope lost in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm looking straight to her eyes still I'm invisible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was the light in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but now it's over and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm moving on with my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no more thoughts of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No more inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113525986800212969?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113525986800212969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113525986800212969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113525986800212969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113525986800212969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/thousand-reasons.html' title='A Thousand Reasons'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113517717593358523</id><published>2005-12-21T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T06:59:35.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paskuhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Finally!! I finally got to attend the paskuhan in UST... hehehe. now the streak is over at 4 years of not attending (pero mas matindi si bel... 5 years including this year of not attending.. hahahahaha..) anyway, di ko masyado trip ung paskuhan this year (although this was the only one I attended, I still say the same thing). Why I am not into this years event? Well for one, I was not "a part" of it. For me to appreciate one thing, I need to be a part of it. I had an idea of playing in the event... but I'm the only thomasian in the band so malabo since purely thomasians ung mga tumugtog (except for kiko machine which was invited).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, speaking of the bands that played... out of all the ones that played, I only liked 3 of them.. one was of course kiko machine, hanep sa mga hirit! ayus kayo JP!! hehehe parang vatican daw ang atmosphere oh?!!! hehehe... next was the engeneering band... I forgot their name.. hehehehe... but still, may potential sila.. more jamming sessions pa then you'll be ready to be set off into the ocean... hehehe... tapos ung first band na tumugtog, which I also unfortunately forgot.. hehehe.. lupit ninyo!! lalo na si little drummer boy!! hehehe... And as for the rest that played, ayoko na!!!! kainis!!! especially the 2nd "band" that played... shit!! feeling ko parang nasa beerhouse na bigla ang atmosphere!!! it was either there was no chemistry between the band members or they just didn't know how to set up their equipment right... they were more amateure than an amateure band... or that they just totally sucked at all... everything was so out of tune... they decided to cover songs which they were not able to play well... "bring me to life" na nga lang which had a very very very easy guitar riff, hindi pa magawa ng tama.... or maybe I should say that the guitar was not even evident in the song! I couldn't hear the guitar playing... hay.. sira na tuloy ang gabi ko nun... hahahahaha joke :-P .... and the rest just didn't live up to my expectations... well, join the club put up a decent performance okay?&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was... the event this year ended up waaaayyyyy sooner that expected... hello?!!! 10:30pm palang tapos na?!!! then at 11:00pm suddenly lights out bigla!!!! mga salbahe.... hehehehe but just like Lem-j said.. "akala nyo pag pinatay nyo ilaw aalis kami... hindi ah! wahahahahaha" hehehehe... at 12mn or so sumunod kami sa isla cervesa (tama ba???) where the archi dance troupe was, kain lang tapos konting inom (as in konti lang talaga.. mabait ako eh "don't drink too much and drive"... hahahahaha joke lang :-P wag nyo ako tularan :D) then sila nag-billiards... then tambay tambay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;At about 4 we went back to ust again to hear mass. Grabe sarap mag drive at that time! there was almost no vehicle in the streets at that time!! sobrang luwag!! every driver's dream!! an open road!! hahahaha... then after the mass we went home already, the I had the longest sleep (during the day) of all time.. more than 12 hours of deep sleep... wala pa dun ung paputol-putol after the 12th hour hahahahaha :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, anyway... next year!!! Sana may way for us to play there!!! ...we'll see :D for now... theis mode na ulit :-P&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/12175276-113517717593358523?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113517717593358523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113517717593358523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113517717593358523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113517717593358523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/paskuhan.html' title='Paskuhan'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113500310049275104</id><published>2005-12-19T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T06:38:20.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yey!! I just got hold of a new pair of chucks! hehehe... it's a black pinstriped high cut chucks. It looks like it was taken out of a 30's new york gang fashion style.. hehehe... now i just need to find matching pants, shirt, coat and a hat to complete the get up... hehehehe "the informal formal look" as I refer to it.. hehehe.. la lang.. I'll post a picture of it once I figure out where I put my digicam.. hehehehe :-P&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/12175276-113500310049275104?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113500310049275104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113500310049275104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113500310049275104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113500310049275104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/chucks.html' title='Chucks!!!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113465554786074778</id><published>2005-12-15T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T06:05:47.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I got to watch King Kong today... and boy was it long! 3 hours long... hehehe.. I can't even remember the last time since I saw a movie this long.. :-P Anyway, it was a good movie... okay, okay. it was great okay?! Don't be alarmed, I'm not giving away spoilers here... hehehe.. or on second thought... joke :D ...So watching it sort of made me realize (or re-realize) how people think so very differently of other people that is not like them. How the "explorers" thought differently of the "natives". But wouldn't it be the same the other way around? I mean the "natives" thinking that the "explorers" are the primitive ones? What gave us the assurance that we are the best of our kind? Isn't it just because we are taught that way while growing up? We were just told that we are the "most advanced" of all species? Come to think of it.. what if 1+1 isn't really 2? what if it was 3 or another value? Isn't it that we just say that 1+1=2 is because that was what we was taught since the dawn of time (or whenever man thought about this thing)? ...It's like my mind is playing tricks on me... but one thing is for sure... King Kong is not a monster... it is just an oversized gorrilla! hehehe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...to be continued? ...we'll see..&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/12175276-113465554786074778?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113465554786074778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113465554786074778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113465554786074778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113465554786074778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/roar.html' title='Roar?'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113414023569034809</id><published>2005-12-09T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T06:57:15.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question of Faith... pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;..continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If one believes in one thing, then why does he have a hard time believing in its "counterpart"? For example, there would be no Good if there was no evil for we cannot say something good unless there are bad/evil things around it. I for one believe in such beings. But don't get me wrong, believing is totally different from worshiping. I believe that such beings do really exist, to the extent that I try to understand what these beings really are. But why would I bother with such things? Isn't it already stressful enough just living my everyday life? It's just that I can face it headstrong when time comes that it presents right in front of me. Not like the time when I was just simply petrified at the sight of an apparition. So that this time "I come prepared". But I don't totally rule out the possibility that I will still get scared, I am not in the position to say that if you understand these things you will be able to overcome the fear of such things. what I'm just saying is that if one understands these things then he can act accordingly when he encounters these things. For no one but yourself can save you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...to be continued...&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/12175276-113414023569034809?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113414023569034809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113414023569034809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113414023569034809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113414023569034809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/question-of-faith-pt2.html' title='A Question of Faith... pt.2'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113405224834604254</id><published>2005-12-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T06:30:48.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question of Faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If Jesus walked the earth once more, would you believe it? What would you think if someone said that he was Jesus the son of man? Watching The Exorcism of Emily Rose Opened my mind even more on the ironies of life. Especially on the part where one where some religous devoutees undoubtedly believes in God yet refuses to belive in the existence of demons and the likes of such beings. How can one say that these creatures of the dark are only manifestations of one's own fear and are merely just illussions yet believe in the scriptures that said God once walked this earth? In line with this, wasn't God's purpose of living here on this earth to deliver us from evil? Evil so great that it wasn't just inside people's minds anymore, it was that great that it existed among people. If there was no evil on this earth then what would be the purpose of God to even subject to becoming a mortal when he can just watch over us from up above? So back to the case of Jesus on earth, wouldn't everyone think that someone saying that he is Jesus think that he is just crazy or something? Let's face it no one can say that he fully believes in God, there are still doubts lingering somewhere inside our 75% waterbased brain. And people always say that seeing is believing... but when you see Jesus Christ in the flesh, admit it.. you will not believe what you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....to be continued......&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/12175276-113405224834604254?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113405224834604254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113405224834604254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113405224834604254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113405224834604254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/question-of-faith.html' title='A Question of Faith...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113405194199909778</id><published>2005-12-08T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T06:25:42.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super mathematical equation of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I got this info from a friend of mine... if you give numerical equivalents to each letter, you can get a theoretical assumption of how much it can bring to our lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;is equal to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 1718 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hardwork= H+A+R+D+W+O+R+K = 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98% only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;knowledge= K+N+O+W+L+E+D+G+E= 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96% only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;love= L+O+V+E= 12+15+22+5=54% only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;luck= L+U+C+K = 12+21+3+11 = 47% only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;then what makes lives 100% is it money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;..... No leadership? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;......No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;every problem has a solution, only if we perhaps change our attitude.. to go to the top, to that 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;what we really need to go further, a good....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;attitude= A+T+T+I+T+U+D+E = 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it is our attitude towards life and work that makes our life 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113405194199909778?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113405194199909778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113405194199909778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113405194199909778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113405194199909778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/super-mathematical-equation-of-life.html' title='Super mathematical equation of life...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113344820535229452</id><published>2005-12-01T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T06:43:31.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot of bothersome non-thesis questions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;... a lot of non-thesis related questions are bugging me right now... but these questions are the ones I have asked myself since i forgot when... a long long time ago... but I'm not that old yet so it's not that long ago... anyway this statement quite bothers me, "we are made in the image and likeness of god"... why am I so bothered by this? well if that was the case, then why are there so many imperfections in us? I mean that since WE are made in god's image and likeness, aren't we supposed to be perfect in the way that god is perfect to? also on the same note, if god was perfect as our faith describes him to be as, then why are his creations imperfect? isn't it supposed to be that when one is perfect then his/her creations/inventions supposed to be perfect as well? but don't get me wrong, speaking my mind about this argument doesn't mean that I am an anti-christ, anti-church or anti-anything, and also, I am not questioning my faith but I am just questioning all those which are taught to me ever since I was a child. In short I am just finding answers within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Another thing that bothers me is these things about the supernormal/paranormal or whatever people call them. Are they real or are they just anothet piece of shit fed into our lazy minds? Well, I for one believe in these things... but not all of them.. especially some filipino folklore like the tikbalang, kapre etc.etc.etc. for me these beings are only bullshit, bullcrap, shit or whatever you want to call them, as they are only a figment of one's creative imagination... but for the case of ghosts and the undead, that's another thing...&lt;br /&gt;Experiences when I was still a child kind of solidify my belief in such things. Some of them wierd... and one was such that morbid of a thought that I dare not try to recall it (just think of a very morbid view of a person... then multiply it a hundred times... that's how morbid the scene was...) that it kind of left me scarred inside my head. But the other experiences were so wierd since I saw people without faces... I froze there when I saw it... so basically it was scary but it was more wierd.. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As for the undead I am left with a lot of questions... a believe in vampires... well not that much.. but still a little part of me believes in such beings. But given their condition, immortality that is, no one has proved yet that such beings do exist... because face it, no one has lived that long enough to prove this... as only an immortal can only know a fellor immortal... (or am I just spewing a lot of senseless things once again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've only realized this one until recently... I can see events that are about to happen in my future inside my dreams... the only thing is that I only remember events that are so insignificant... what a waste of ability... If only I can remember a dream in which I am taking an exam or somthing so I can prepare accordingly... hehehehe... in the same subject, just this week I dreamed about the ghost I saw when I was still a kid... the one with no face... then I realized that that person was me some seven years ago or so... then that wierd scene from when I was a kid finally had a meaning. Since at that time I felt confused with everything around me that I was left searching for my own identity. So basically that explains why there was no face on the beings which I saw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Or maybe my mind is playing tricks on me? Well.. maybe I'll dream of the answer to this question...&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/12175276-113344820535229452?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113344820535229452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113344820535229452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113344820535229452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113344820535229452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/12/lot-of-bothersome-non-thesis-questions.html' title='a lot of bothersome non-thesis questions..'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113318968300071932</id><published>2005-11-28T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T06:54:43.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some unexpected things happened today. Well, what's new with this anyway? Everyday, I encounter shitload of unexpected things anyway. So now, I refer to today as one of those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, my thesis mode fuel ran out on me so I was just lying around and watching tv for the afternoon. Then I decided to just hang out at the mall or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First choice: Go to megamall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before going there, I stopped by at home depot to get some flyers needed for our P.P. class this friday. Eventually, I got some flyers.. but not as much as I expected.. Basically, I almost got as much as nothing. Aside for the three I got, most stores were closed so there were only few shops to ask around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I went on to megamall. Then a horrifying sight came in front of my eyes... NO, it's not a grown man being hit by an 18 wheel truck and dragged around with his intestines danggling like a piece of rope tied around the man, but what I saw was the the parking was full! Oh no!!! Why?!!! Yes it's a holiday, but at 2 in the afternoon the parking's full already?!!! There's no sale or anything but still on a monday afternoon?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I decided to go with plan B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Choice: Go to Market! Market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few kilometers away, a few minutes have past and then I witness another horrifying sight again! The parking's full there as well! WHAT?!!!! The parking's full?!! It was such a shocker because everytime I go and hang out there the parking is always available... but now the line is so long that the end is almost at the intersection... That long?!!!! Well then, I thought for a second, will I just go home or stick it out there and wait for a parking slot... but then an idea came to mind... Then came plan C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third choice: BLUE WAVE MARIKINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I got there and there were a lot of parking spots!! and another thing is that it was free!! And it was directly in full view of the security guard! SWEET!! Then I checked out the stores there and eventually I was led to the movie theatre... there I decided to watch the advanced screening of Chicken Little... It's an okay movie for me... Not that good but not that bad as well... One liners used in the film were so hillarious! It's a recommended movie for those who want to kill time... but for 75 bucks... it was worth it! Oh, and did I mention that the cinemas there were like Glorietta 4 cinemas (well, almost...) and is quite cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just hope that only a few people go to the mall tomorrow... Well, the holiday's over so basically, only a few people will have the time to go shopping then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's music to my ears... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113318968300071932?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113318968300071932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113318968300071932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113318968300071932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113318968300071932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113275405086841159</id><published>2005-11-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T05:54:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveying again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't answered a survey in a long time.... puro ba naman kasi mga naulit na eh... kaya eto na lang... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Why am I into metal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I into metal? well, for one it speaks of the truth and what's happening in our society today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. What's the purpose of me listening to metal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There really shouldn't be any purpose on why one listens to metal. One just enjoys it that's why one listens to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Is it really metal that I am listening right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;partly... recently I've been listening to metal and alt-rock music. I listen to both genres to get inspiration when writting my own stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. How well do you know metal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well enough to enjoy listening and playing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. How long have you been listening to metal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been listening to metallica and megadeth since grade 3.. then from then on the artists that I've been listening to started to expand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. How come I have so much anger to everyone,everything even those small things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Technically if you listen to the message some metal songs they give messages of hope. If people just started to open their minds to this type of music, it's not just the heavily distorted guitars, hi speed drum beats and screeching vocals... there is a deeper meaning to metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Do you really need to be a "Satanist" or "Anti-christ" to be called a metal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One doesn't need to be a Satanist or anti-christ to be called metal as many believe. I am into metal because I love playing it. Music and religion are two separate things, and I try not to associate it with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. How much do you love metal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It runs in my veins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. What would you get out of listening or being ametalhead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I get to know other open-minded people. (but sometimes I also meet poseurs, and discriminators...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Why am I so "close-minded" and "ignorant"regarding the musical issue of metal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not close-minded... I have accepted the fact that metal music cannot please everyone, it's the same as how other genres cannot satisfy my taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. How many "PIRATED METAL CDs and DVDs"have you bought?! Come on!! Say it!!! UMAMINKA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In our country, it's very difficult to get a hold on original metal artist's CDs. So most enthusiasts opt to buy pirated ones rather than ordering through the internet since it costs more than the original CDs sold here. But if an artists releases their album here then I always try to buy original material. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. How many original metal cd,dvd have youbought?! Really!? TALAGA LANG HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot... I'm having a hard time finding space to put them on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. Are you a "poseur"? Why or Why not?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I listen to metal due to the sheer fascination that I get whenever I play them. And I don't listen to it just to fit in with other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. Why do you think "poseur" is so much an issue in metal whereas in other genre of music it's not that big? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just that these poseurs act like big shots that they tend to step on others, when in fact that they themselves don't know a single thing about being metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. Are you really sure you're not a poseur? Ohcome on?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've said it once and I'll say it again.. no, I am not a poseur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113275405086841159?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113275405086841159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113275405086841159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113275405086841159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113275405086841159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/surveying-again.html' title='Surveying again...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113258888918541845</id><published>2005-11-22T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:01:29.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity at Large...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just noticed how the stupidity syndrome is spreading very fast recently. The following transcribed conversation I had with this lady at PHILCOPY (or something like that.. basta ung photocopying shop sa 5th floor megamall..) is a testament to the ever worsening stupidity syndrome condition here in our country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: Miss, nag-eenlarge kayo ng drawings dito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh-So-Very-Hopeless-Lady: opo sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: Eto po.. pa-enlarge po nito mga 1.67x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh-So-Very-Hopeless-Lady: ay sir di po ito kasya sa papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: kahit parte parte lang cya... bubuoin ko na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh-So-Very-Hopeless-Lady: sige po sir... ate, paenlarge daw nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh-So-Very-Hopeless_Lady2: Gano kalaki sir gagawin natin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: Pa-enlarge po nito mga 1.67x...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OSVHL2: Gano nga po kalaki sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: (ay stupid naman nito...) From 1:2500 na scale gagawing 1:1500 ung scale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OSVHL2: ay sir di po pwede dito ung ganun. percent po ung ilalagay dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: (hello?!! earth to OSVHL2.... can you hear me?? kaya nga sinabi ko na 1.67x eh..) Basta mga 1.67x ung ilalaki nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OSVHL2: ay sir mahirap po yan... mag-ttrial and error po tayo para makuha ung sinasabi nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: (??? trial and error??? para san pa?? sinabi ko na nga ung saktong size na gagawin eh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tanga tanga naman nito.... GOD!! please help me here!!!) .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OSVHL2: 300% muna try natin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: (?!!! 300%?!!! putcha... tanga naman nito talaga... di ko na makayanan...) huh? bakit 300%?? eh di hahanapin ko pa kung anong scale yan miss... tsaka pag 300% ginamit nyo eh lampas siya sa 1:1500 na scale... mas malaki ang lalabas dyan miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OSVHL2: sabi ko po sa inyo sir eh... mag-t-trial and error nga po tayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: (If there is a God?!!! ... please take my soul away from this wretched place.....) miss nacompute ko na nga eh... 1.67x dapat ang size para maging 1:1500 ang scale....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OSVHL2: mam, paenlarge po nito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lady-With-An-Once-More-of-Intellect: pano po sir gagawin dito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: enlarge po natin to ng 1.67x...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;LWAOMoI: Oh... yun naman pala eh. may specific ratio naman palang binigay si sir eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OSVHL2: mam, sabi ko na nga po na trial and error po kami para makuha un...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: (Dear God, could you spare some more brain cells for this lady? It would be a great help to all mankind. Thank You.) ano nga miss eh.. enlarge natin ng 1.67x... 167%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;LWAOMoI: Ayun, teka lang sir ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: Ayun! (Thank you Lord for the wonderfull braincells that you have given this lady.) Magkano miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OSVHL2: 8php po sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miah: ....whew!!! finally.. nakalabas na rin ako sa store na yun... thank God I wasn't infected by the Stupidity syndrome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hehehehe.... lesson learned here is that, I will NEVER... EVER... go back to that place EVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113258888918541845?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113258888918541845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113258888918541845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113258888918541845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113258888918541845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupidity-at-large.html' title='Stupidity at Large...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113258692666900243</id><published>2005-11-21T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T07:28:46.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Grabe Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was a very different Sunday yesterday. A Sunday like no other. But what could be the cause of yesterday being different than the usual boring Sunday? ...Well, it was like a warzone here... no, really, I mean it... it was really a WARZONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;At first it just seemed like every Sunday of my life where it would be a very cold morning and I would just sleep after going to church at 5am (oo... tama ang nabasa mo... 5am ako nagsisimba.. hehehe... konti lang kasi tao, tapos malamig pa.. kaya un.. hehehe). But actually... I did just that..hehehe.. Then I woke up at around 1pm ata?? Since wala ako sa thesis-making-mood I decided to have a Naruto marathon.. (kumpleto na kasi ung mga episodes na hindi ko napanood... or should I say hindi pa pinapalabas dito?) anyway... at around 2pm I heard someone banging at our gate (banging = malakas na pagkatok.... at hindi ung "banging" na nasa isip mo... bad bad bad.. tsk tsk tsk..) anyway, hindi ko na un pinansin since wala naman akong inaasahang pupunta kahapon. Malamang asawa-kapatid-anak-chicks-kabit lang un ng mga laborer namin... so bahala na ung mga laborer na magbukas ng gate para sa kanila (tamad ampoota... hehe). About 15minutes later there was still someone banging at our gate and its becoming quite annoying, so I turned down the volume of my computer and I hear some kids shouting. So I thought to myself "grrrr.... nakng?!!!! baka gusto nyong maglaro sa ibang lugar?!!!! naiistorbo pannood ko ng NARUTO!!!!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Surprisingly, they stopped so I continued on my Naruto marathon. But at around 4pm the loud banging started again, and this time it was quite louder than before. But I ignored it, putcha maganda na ung episode ng Naruto na pinapanood ko eh, wala akong panahon sa kanila noh?!!! So I continued watching... but still the loud banging went on so I got fed up with it and went on to see who was it. But just as I got out of the door, they begin throwing rocks inside!! I then thought to myself "what the fuckin heall is going on?!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It turns out that one of our laborers got into a quarell with a drunkard/addict neighbor. Then that drunkard/addict got some help with other drunkard/addict around the neighborhood and also got help from their kids and this is a shocker... their wives as well!!! To think that thier wives should be the ones preventing their stupid-ass husbands from getting into trouble, but there they were joining in the confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As bad as I want to go out there and open up a can of whoop-ass on them, my mom told me to stay out of it. I realized.. "oo nga no, kakagaling lang ng kamay ko... pag nabalian nanaman ako pano na thesis ko?!!!!" hehehe... so I just waited it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thankfully, may tumawag na ng tanod... after more than 2 hours of scandalous behavior someone had finally thought of calling the tanod... So nung dumating na ung tanod nagrequest silang makausap ung laborer na involved. So pinapasok namin ung tanod... putcha nagsunuran ba naman ung mga nanggugulo sa looban namin?!!! Nakngpoots... pinapasok nga namin ung mga tanod.. but that doesn't mean na pinayagan din namin pumasok ung mga tuod na nanggugulo?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then usap usap na nga... labasan na ng kani-kanilang version ng mga pangyayari. Ang nakakagulat sa kwento ng mga tuod eh sabi nila na "kinakatok" daw nila ung laborer namin na lumabas... putcha yan.. pagkatok pa ba ung ginagawa nila?!!!! eh sa lakas ng paghampas nila sa gate namin eh parang balak nilang gibain un eh. And also they didn't mention a single thing about them throwing rocks inside our property. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm not a genius or anything (on second thought... I am indeed a genius!!! wahahahahaha) but even if our laborer did start the fight, it doesn't give them the right to throw rocks and other debris inside our property. If I remember clearly, WE own the property and NOT our laborers, and since we were not the ones who are in a fight with them, they are in no position to destroy our property!!! If killing people was not a crime then I would've blown their brains out of their hollow heads, slashed their throats and chopped off their limbs.... but in reality killing is a crime so it was all left in my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then at that moment, my dad arrived and was the one who negotiated with the tanod. Sabi ng mga tanod kailangan daw isama ung laborer para kunin ung panig nya. Pero sabi ng dad ko hindi daw nya papayagan na dalin ung laborer (basically may point ang dad ko, since pag sumama nga ung laborer eh ano ba naman ang magagawa ng dalawang patpating tanod pag kinuyog na ung laborer namin ng isangkaterbang durogista...). Hanep! sumunod naman ung tanod sa sabi ng dad ko.... nasindak siguro.. hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, yun.. bumalik dad ko tapos sabi sakin ihatid ko daw ung laborer sa bus terminal... magtago daw muna siya panandalian... (nakng?!! hahahahaha).. so ayun.. at least tumahimik na ulit samin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sigh... that's why I hate the people around here... just wait at least 5 or so years... I'm going to buy-off the property around our house. Force those Squatting people out of the property, and burn their houses to the ground while laughing at their sorry asses!!! wahahahahahahaha!!!! wahahahahahaha!!! BURN!!!! BURN!!! BURN!!!! Revenge will be very sweet!! Oh yes it will!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113258692666900243?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113258692666900243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113258692666900243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113258692666900243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113258692666900243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunday-grabe-sunday.html' title='Sunday Grabe Sunday'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113223636207745596</id><published>2005-11-17T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T06:06:02.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm so damn freakin' bored! I was forced to stay here at home today... and I even have no drive to do my thesis today. Why is it so you may ask? Well, I just got used to the habbit of hanging out at the mall and... well, enjoying the beautiful "sights" there.. (hehe).. but still don't get me wrong, wala naman akong balak mangilala since it might even distract me even more from doing my thesis.. hehe.. wala lang, I'm just doing it para magising ang utak ko sa mahimbing nitong pagkakatulog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But today was different... I was forced to stay at home! Badtrip! my parents didn't allow me to go out without my license... (Damn those Manila Policemen!!! Damn them to the seven gates of hell!! ...hehehe) Two years of going the same route and yet they only pulled me over yesterday.... or should I be gratefull about this? hehehe... anyway, since it's much more of a hassle of commuting to the mall than bringing my ride, I just opted to stay home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Speaking of getting pulled over, it was the first time my license was confiscated. It was the second time I got pulled over (or maybe the third?? I can't remember.. hehehe). But I got the slip the first time since naloko ko ung nanghuli sakin... hehehe... but yesterday was different.. the same trick didn't work! Damn... matitindi mga pulis maynila ah... may mga pusong bato!! It's like they are cold blooded crocodiles waiting for their prey to come right into them... nagtatago pa sa likod ng puno tapos gugulatin ka na lang... hehehehe.. Sigh... so now I'm off to find a new convenient route going to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...still I'm very bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so bored I can't even write a long decent post..&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/12175276-113223636207745596?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113223636207745596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113223636207745596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113223636207745596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113223636207745596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113197908766411794</id><published>2005-11-14T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:38:08.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDDIE GUERRERO 1967-2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just this morning, Eddie Guerrero wasfound dead inside of his hotel room in Minneapolis. Though the cause of death is still unknown at the moment, an autopsy will be performed tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe you're wondering who in the hell Eddie Guerrero is. Well, for me he may be one of the greatest wrestlers in this lifetime. From the titles he has held over his 17 year career, one can see that he is indeed arguably the best Lucha Dore style wrestler ever produced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, being a Guerrero certainly gave him his breaks since the Guerrero's are considered as royalty in the wrestling business. Starting at an early age, he mastered the dropkick at the age of three and went on to wrestle for various stages. From Japan, Mexico, ECW, WCW and lastly he jumped to WWE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But with all the success he has gained throughout the years, his inner demons still got the best of him as he then took some time off from wrestling to deal with these personal problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then as he came back to wrestling once again, he was in a way "reborn". As he won the WWE title in 2004. Indeed he was on top of the world then. Then finally on October 9, 2004 he won an even bigger prize... he won a friend in the persona of Batista (grabe.. ang corny pakinggan... pero pag napanood mo naman eh astig! hehehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He then won his final match last Nov. 11 against Ken Kennedy. He became the first one to defeat Mr. Kennedy since he (Mr. Kennedy) entered the WWE. What will our Friday nights (fridays in America... Sundays here in the Philippines.. hehehe) now be without the antics of Eddie? Will Smackdown then turn into a more boring show? Whatever the future of Smackdown holds, Eddie Guerrero will surely be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113197908766411794?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113197908766411794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113197908766411794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113197908766411794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113197908766411794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/eddie-guerrero-1967-2005.html' title='EDDIE GUERRERO 1967-2005'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113155121665093070</id><published>2005-11-09T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T07:46:56.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word games...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The one who thought of this maybe has an IQ of more than 200.. or he just has so much free time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Look at these words below and notice how you can derive "meanings" from it by just rearranging it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;DORMITORY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMOSITY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IS NO AMITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESIDENT CLINTON OF THE USA:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters (With no letters left over and using each letter only&lt;br /&gt;once):&lt;br /&gt;TO COPULATE HE FINDS INTERNS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...as I have said... this guy has definitely an ample amount of free time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113155121665093070?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113155121665093070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113155121665093070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113155121665093070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113155121665093070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/word-games.html' title='Word games...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113129086532880175</id><published>2005-11-06T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T07:27:45.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover my Orig!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cover music artists or "Orig" music artists? Which of the two should get more attention? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Is it just me or are cover songs getting more attention on radio and tv nowadays? I'm not saying that the airwaves is being dominated by it, what I'm trying to point out is that these songs suddenly sprouted out of nowhere and demand more airtime compared to what they were getting years ago. Well, it's not bad if artists do a cover or two, but it's another thing if almost everything they release commercially is a remake of a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's hard to make a decent sounding cover of a song... but it's a totally different dimension in writing a totally kick-ass song! It's not sourgraping or anything, but isn't it unfair to others who give their all just to give their song a distinct sound yet still get no airplay? And yet these cover bands get all the airplay they need and then some more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Playing cover songs isn't bad at all, sometimes I like it when new bands open up by playing a cover song to get the crowd into them, then they play their originals. I also like it sometimes when bands put a cover song or two on their cd... take note: A cover song or TWO... and not make a cd with an original song or two in it and drown it with cover songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;These cover song craze needs to be contained, why? would you like it if foreigners labeled our music as cover music? Seatle style music is mostly known as grunge, Memphis is known for blues so do you want the philippine music to be characterized as cover music? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So when will this craze end? Who knows... maybe just before we face the end of our original music industry....&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/12175276-113129086532880175?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113129086532880175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113129086532880175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113129086532880175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113129086532880175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/cover-my-orig.html' title='Cover my Orig!!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113119830504665214</id><published>2005-11-05T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:45:05.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ test.. and more crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just took one of these online IQ tests... and well... somewhat it is in a way correct.. I scored 120 points which is about fairly above a multitude of human beings on this earth (hehehehe). Why do I think it is in a way right? well, I also took an IQ test in our school and scored the same.... And I also did best in the same 3 categories... woah!! now that's what I like!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;NBA update... the lakers lost to phoenix, not a big surprise to me since phoenix is a great team.. but still the lakers put up a fight as they put on a high scoring show...hehehe but still they lost.. Detroit won against Boston in an exciting match.. and when I say exciting.. I MEAN EXCITING!!! up to the final seconds... i mean the final 0.8 second!!! hehehe... when Hamilton threw the last shot.. BOOYAH!!! game, set, match!!! haha!!!&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/12175276-113119830504665214?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113119830504665214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113119830504665214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113119830504665214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113119830504665214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/iq-test-and-more-crap.html' title='IQ test.. and more crap...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113119818895350048</id><published>2005-11-05T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:43:08.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercially released...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Isn't it strange how some commercials use misleading information to get people to purchase their products and services? See how food chains advertise huge servings of their product and yet when you order it your given somewhat half the size of what you see on tv? ...Sure, people look 10lbs heavier on tv.. but does that rule apply on food? hehehe... another commercial I frequently see until recently is this commercial by federaland... it shows a family of FOUR living in what I estimate as a 40 sqm. unit... WHat the?!! 4 of them inside such a small room?!! Now what's wrong with this? ... if you think of it, why would a family of four be opting to live in a 40 sqm unit rather than just striving to have their own house?? You see, condominiums are more suited for bachelors and bachelorettes.. rather than a big family... since you then have the problem of privacy in the building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So why not use reality in commercial endorsements? ... well maybe they think that there's too much "reality" around these days that they opt to show the "ideal life" on tv... maybe.. maybe.. who knows? Or maybe they are just testing how stupid one person can get? hehehe... no matter what the reason is... people still buy it..&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/12175276-113119818895350048?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113119818895350048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113119818895350048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113119818895350048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113119818895350048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/commercially-released.html' title='Commercially released...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113111977458482887</id><published>2005-11-04T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T07:56:14.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G.B.O.B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was watching G.B.O.B. kanina, I can't help but noticing how some bands make such stupid remarks. One band said "manalo matalo, basta gagalingan namin. kaya galingan nyo(other bands)!"... but then when they played their stuff, I could not decide if I should just mute the tv or just switch channels since they completely sucked!! And that's just putting it mildly. I mean, what the hell are they doing there??? Isn't there supposed to be a screening before one band can compete in the competition?? Anyway... that band isn't worth my commentary anyway, so why waste time on them? hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then bullshit happened this week... V.O.C. (valley of chrome) was disqualified in the contest!! Well, there was a valid reason why, and that they were still permitted to join the competition for this week. But then more bullshit happened as they were outlasted by this "showband". I mean, what the hell are the judges thinking???? Are they planning on sending "showbands" to the global finals??? I mean, aside from typecast, neruda and some other band which I forgot their name but still they kick ass, valley of chrome was one band that can stand up to other bands from other countries... I just hope that a "kick-ass" band wins it all here in the philippines rather than letting a "suck-ass" band win it all.... As one of my lyrics state, "...and justice served in the end"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113111977458482887?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113111977458482887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113111977458482887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113111977458482887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113111977458482887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/gbob.html' title='G.B.O.B.'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113111948922651172</id><published>2005-11-04T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T07:51:29.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA fever has returned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay... by the time i'm writing this entry, the spurs, pistons, cavs, and lakers would have already won their opening games. Hmmm... so betting on either the spurs or pistons to win the tilte this year would be a wise thing to do, but why place bets on the cavs and the lakers too? Well, one look at the cavs will not show you its true potential... you've got to know first all their players just to say that they have a fighting chance this season to make it in the playoffs, hell, they could even  make it past the first round.. although they would have a very hard time in the second round because most likely they are to face the pistons then. As for the lakers, well... there is a good chance that they will be leading the pacific division this year. How can I say so? Well... look at the suns this year, with the loss of a number of key players due to trades and free agency, the suns are not what they used to be last season, plus the injury of amare stoudemire.. then they are in for one hell of a bumpy ride this first part of the season. And also, the kings wouldn't pose so much of a threat in the pacific division this year also... why? well, it's obvious enough to figure out by yourself already... And one last thing, I'm not placing my bets on the heat this year even though it seems like they have an "all star" line-up this season, look at portland a few seasons ago.. heck! look at the lakers two seasons ago! They were the "superlakers" then with the "fab4" as their starting line-up, but still they were upset by the pistons in the finals. So even though wade is one of my favorite players, I'm still not putting my money on them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...As of posting this entry, the lakers just lost to phoenix (damn!!!!)... but still indiana beat miami!! oh yeah!! hehehe... i hope cleveland wins tomorrow against the spurs... oh yeah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113111948922651172?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113111948922651172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113111948922651172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113111948922651172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113111948922651172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/nba-fever-has-returned.html' title='NBA fever has returned'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113085417360777079</id><published>2005-11-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T06:09:33.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Wrist with a Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I freakin dislocated my left wrist. So now I cannot play the guitar for a certain length of time. Hell I can't even type using my left hand.. so I'm forced to type using just one hand... hanep sa handicap! sobrang sakit kasi pag may pressure dun sa kamay eh... damn... so I'll just post here this thing I read in my e-mail about Pinoy Big Brother... I'm not forcing you to believe it too... But hey... look at what's happening recently there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The Truth Behind the Pinoy Big Brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Message: Sa lahat ng mga kapwa naming kabataan na tumatangkilik sa PINOY BIG BROTHER, isa sa pinakamagandang programa ng ABS-CBN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Na hindi po nag-audtion sina UMA, CASS at SAM. Sila po ay kilala ng mga malalaking tao sa ABS-CBN at mga pulitiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;July 14, 2005 (CAF MILANO, Malate Manila)&lt;br /&gt;Ipinatawag ni Ms. Linggit Tan sina UMA at CASS together with Ms. Carol E., Mr. Pablito B. and Director Lawrence Dyogi (The Voice Behind BIG BROTHER).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ms. Linggit Tan: Are you ready Cass? Uma? Handa na ba kayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma: Yes, Mam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cass: Hindi po ba talaga kami matatangal kahit ma-nominate kami?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Director Dyogi: As what Ms. Tan said a while ago, If ever na ma nominate kayo, kami na ang bahala. Pero sure na hindi kayo matatangal, kayong dalawa ang maiiwan sa bahay and after that kayo rin ang maghahati sa money, ang risk lang you need to give that 40% of the Total Cash Prize. Yung house and Lot and Car sa inyo na rin yun, who knows baka madagdagan pa ang prize diba linggit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ms. Liggit Tan: Yes we are working for that. Basta do your best, UMA and CASS. Tapos if evermy na force evict sa mga housemate, papasukin naming si SAM. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;UMA and CASS: Yes Mam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ms. Linggit Tan: OK na? heres the money 10,000.00 para makabalik ka sa Davao, inform your parent about this ok? CASS: Thank you po!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Director Dyogi: CASS, UMA, basta pag nomination na pagpasok niyo sa confession room, nakalista sa likod ng camera kung sino ang i-vo-vote out niyo, kayo na lang ang magbibigay ng rason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;------- That is the First Part of the 28 scripted files na na record namin -------&lt;br /&gt;Know The Facts!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cassandra Ponti The Former Girlfriend and Lover who use to be the Escort of Congressman F.B. of Iloilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;UMA Is a model and talent of ABS-CBN and MS. Charo Santos Concio's Personal Favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SAM is the pamangkin of Director Lawrence Dyogi (The Voice Behing BIG BROTHER)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;----- SO si BOB, RAQUEL, JB, RICO, NENE, FRANZEN, CHX, SAY at si JAYSON ay pawang mga BIKTIMA ng PINOY BIG BROTHER!!! ---- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tunghayan ang mga susunod na pangyayari sa bahay ni kuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ang lahat na ito ay nai-record naming sa isang CD, na may kasamang larawan (picture) na nagpapatunay na niloloko lang tayo ng ABS-CBN at pamunuan ng BIG BROTHER. Ito po ay ilalabas namin, pagkatapos ng PINOY BIG BROTHER o sa kaukulang panahon.&lt;br /&gt;Paalala Sa hirap ng BUHAY ngayon, hwag natin sayangin ang 2.50 para lang magpaloko, hwag na po tayong mag-txt o tumawag para bomoto, dahil alam na natin ang katotohanan. Salamat Po!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;YOUTH ALLIANCE of the PHILIPPINES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sources (MS. Carol E, Mr. Pablito B and MAY)&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/12175276-113085417360777079?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113085417360777079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113085417360777079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113085417360777079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113085417360777079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/11/broken-wrist-with-broken-heart.html' title='A Broken Wrist with a Broken Heart'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113068376917701711</id><published>2005-10-30T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T06:49:29.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>en nuestras vidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is my new composition... inspired ako dyan.. or should I say un-inspired? labo.. hehehehe... some parts are done in spanish to add more emotion to the song... anyway, this is it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm just about to break down while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;all those around me still standing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[le pregunto por qué][le pregunto]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;With all the right ways we've taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and all of our sins are forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I found in you all of the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[pero le pregunto]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If I could be [la respuesta a su tristeza]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd do anything [pero usted no me dejará ser el]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[Deseo ser la respuesta a su tristeza]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[óigame por favor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I ask you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Don't cry no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Forget it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[charla a mí, escucharé]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did you ever listen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and if the skies turn gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;let's not pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;that you felt the same way that i felt all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But how come we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we play as if we hide all our feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and now that you're gone I am leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The questions rise... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You're gone but I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I try to recover, won't falter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When all this is done and all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[preguntaré]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If I could be [la respuesta a su tristeza]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd do anything [pero usted no me dejará ser el]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[Deseo ser la respuesta a su tristeza]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[óigame por favor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I ask you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Don't cry no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Forget it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[charla a mí, escucharé]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did you ever listen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and if the skies turn gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;let's not pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;that you felt the same way that i felt all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;that was what i felt all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and still i ask you why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113068376917701711?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113068376917701711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113068376917701711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113068376917701711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113068376917701711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/en-nuestras-vidas.html' title='en nuestras vidas'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113068320120571270</id><published>2005-10-30T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T06:40:01.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday shining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just came home from anna's birthday celebration... okay naman.. madaming na-meet na friends.. and most of all, I got to learn how to play Lupang hinirang on the guitar!! hehehe... Adding some more flare on playing it, I sort of made a more dramatic guitar version of it! And it's sort of like an homage to Sir Jimi Hendrix! Kung siya star spangled banner.. ako lupang hinirang!! hehehe... well.. ipopolish ko pa cya ng konti para super astigas db?!!!! Tapos I got to hear anna and her high school friends sing.. esp. si iris-i'm-not-sure-kung-yun-nga-ung-name-nya-because-i'm-not-good-at-names-at-all hehehe... inaasar mo pa ko kanina ha? hahahahaha... mga biro mong naka-disguise pa na tayo lang ang nakagets at di man lamang nakapuna si anna... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I got there at just about past 12 yata? sayang nga eh, hindi ko na inabutan ung ibang mga village friends ni anna.. hehehe... tapos un videoke time na... [pero malamang hindi ako kumanta... hindi naman kasi ako bagay kumanta ng mga videoke songs eh... and also another thing is that i don't know any of the songs there... if there were any, I didn't know the tone in the verse... hahahaha). So un, then raquel arrived there at about 5 pm na... (SUPER LATE ka raquel ha!!! cguro nag-meet pa kayo ni k.l. no? hahahaha... nakakakilig naman... hahahaha). Ayun... sadly I needed to go early since I still need to feed my beloved dog penny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hehehehe... sensya na sa inyo iris, di ko na naintay ung movies na kinuha nyo.. next time na lang siguro? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113068320120571270?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113068320120571270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113068320120571270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113068320120571270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113068320120571270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-shining.html' title='Sunday shining'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113059267781597307</id><published>2005-10-29T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T06:31:17.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sem break = BORING!</title><content type='html'>The second week of our sem break just passed by... and oh was it boring! I had almost nothing to do at all! I didn't feel like going to the mall or anything (although I went to the mall yesterday.. hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I acomplished something.. well technically... hehehe.. I was able to write music for this old literature i wrote some three years ago... (well it's about darn time?!!!)... although not yet that polished, it now has a basic structure.. (hanep! structure daw oh?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my enrollment yesterday and oh was it stressfull! First I had to endure the heavy traffic going to school! and oh do I mean HEAVY TRAFFIC!! From outside our home to UST!!!... well.. every road we passed except from V.Mapa to Nagtahan... Then every other road was so jammed yesterday! I left at about 10 am and arrived in UST at abour 12:30pm!! (Usually it just takes me an average of 30 minutes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when I got to UST I had lots more things to do even before I can enroll myself... and when I finished doing those things, I had to fall in line in the very ridiculous LONG LINE just to get inside the gym!! And to think that they gave us a schedule on what time we are to enroll and yet we were not allowed to go inside still?!!! That was so frustrating because I had a lot more things to do after enrolling so I ended up canceling most of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing... last thursday I kind of got the chance to watch catwoman on HBO.... and oh it was such a very boring experience just watching it!! ..and to think i was surfing the net at the same time and still I got bored!!! It was just that bad of a movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... I'm really itching to go back to school... but then again if our classess started already then I would have to work on my thesis again... damn... it's so confusing... hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113059267781597307?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113059267781597307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113059267781597307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113059267781597307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113059267781597307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/sem-break-boring.html' title='sem break = BORING!'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113059257014199382</id><published>2005-10-29T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T06:29:30.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113059257014199382?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113059257014199382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113059257014199382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113059257014199382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113059257014199382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-113025155952314322</id><published>2005-10-25T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:45:59.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 is the magic number</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS IN YOUR ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bed&lt;br /&gt;2. Epiphone Special Ed. Guitar&lt;br /&gt;3. 5-string Bass&lt;br /&gt;4. 7-String Guitar&lt;br /&gt;5. Strat Guitar&lt;br /&gt;6. Clothes&lt;br /&gt;7. Cd's (..and many more gadgets, my room is a "technological Store room.. hehe")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS ALWAYS IN YOU BAG:&lt;br /&gt;1. I-POD!!&lt;br /&gt;2. School ID&lt;br /&gt;3. Pen&lt;br /&gt;4. A big pencil case shaped like a big pen... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;5. Some extra money&lt;br /&gt;6. Boss Dark Blue&lt;br /&gt;7. ...does a laptop count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP SEVEN THINGS YOU EAT MOST:&lt;br /&gt;1. PASTA!!! &lt;-ako rin!&lt;br /&gt;2. Honey Roll? (o kung ano man ang tawag dun sa tinapay na un...)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sisig&lt;br /&gt;4. Steak... (magastos na bata...)&lt;br /&gt;5. Tocikalog (hehehe.. kalogs, ung sa tabi ng uste...)&lt;br /&gt;6. Siomai!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Prawn Tempura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVEWITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;1. Music?&lt;br /&gt;2. Family&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Cool shoes &amp;amp; Clothes&lt;br /&gt;5. Gadgets (camphones, guitars, effects..etc..)&lt;br /&gt;6. My damn freakin' laptop&lt;br /&gt;7. at syempre... INTERNET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Marry the one for me&lt;br /&gt;2. Have kids&lt;br /&gt;3. Pass the architecture board exams&lt;br /&gt;4. Design my future house&lt;br /&gt;5. Record full length albums with my band&lt;br /&gt;6. Perform at OZZFEST!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Have my very own recording studio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN OTHER THINGS:&lt;br /&gt;Do You:&lt;br /&gt;1.Smoke? Nope&lt;br /&gt;2.drink? Dati&lt;br /&gt;3.Read? yes&lt;br /&gt;4.Pray? yes&lt;br /&gt;5.Study? ...about what? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;6.Attend Church? yes&lt;br /&gt;7.Wish on stars? i shoot the stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;1.Gone snorkling? no&lt;br /&gt;2.had surgery? yes&lt;br /&gt;3.swam in the dark? is floating on water considered as swimming?&lt;br /&gt;4.Been to a Bonfire? yes&lt;br /&gt;5.Ran away from home? no&lt;br /&gt;6.Played strip poker? no&lt;br /&gt;7.Turned down a guy/girl? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS IN LAST 24 HOURS:have you...&lt;br /&gt;1.drank? no&lt;br /&gt;2.Sang? yup&lt;br /&gt;3.Been kissed? no&lt;br /&gt;4.Felt stupid? no&lt;br /&gt;5.Talked to an ex? no&lt;br /&gt;6.Missed someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;7.Hugged someone? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-113025155952314322?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/113025155952314322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=113025155952314322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113025155952314322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/113025155952314322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/7-is-magic-number.html' title='7 is the magic number'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112981795762592079</id><published>2005-10-20T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:30:16.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as of now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;What's new these days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have a new "do". Emo look.. hehehehe.. with the long bangs and all... :-P&lt;br /&gt;Feel ko na tuloy mag-pa-grad-pic.. kaso wala ata 'coz it's our sem break pala. So most probably intay pa ako ng resume ng classes, but what the heck?!! at least mas mahaba na ng konti buhok ko ng time na yun.. hehehe... the EMO look... astigas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happened was when I was on my way home after ko ihatid kapatid ko sa kanila there was this one very stupid-ignorant-suicidal-and have i said stupid-kid suddenly came running in front of my ride. Traffic was a bit slow moving.. but if you hit a 7 year old even if you're running at 10kph, you could seriously hurt the kid. The annoying thing about it was that the kid came running from the side of the car and crossed in front of my ride. And the time that I noticed her was when she was already at my side. Good thing a had my foot on the brakes... if not, then she would have been just another stain on the ground... mga squattings talaga.. batang kalye... ni hindi man lamang binabantayan ng mga magulang nila... another reason why I hate this damn country today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest realization: Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children is way way waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay cooler than the Matrix trilogy. Okay, I admit that I was impressed after watching the trilogy when it was shown in theatres... but now that I have already watched Final Fantasy 7, watching The Matrix became plain old boring. One thing that I hate about the Matrix is that the fight scenes looked so fake/generic/boring... whereas in Final Fantasy, the fight scenes were simply awesome! Who would think that all the characters there were all computer generated?!! It looked so real! And Tifa's "ahem-ahem" looks so real now! It makes me want to be Cloud Stife so bad... hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto na muna... soundtrip muna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-112981795762592079?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112981795762592079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112981795762592079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112981795762592079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112981795762592079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-life-as-of-now.html' title='My life as of now...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112964579926361639</id><published>2005-10-18T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:29:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahit ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hanep! ang saya ng araw ngayon! I got my desktop PC working again [although super bagal nya... hehehe... so even though maayos na ung desktop PC ko, I'm still using my freakin' laptop.. hehehe.. ambilis eh... nakaka-elibs!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, at least na-back-up ko na ung mga files ngayon sa desktop ko (before I dispose of that pathetic excuse of a hard drive... imagine mo.. 7.5 gb lang?!!! langya!! hahahaha). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And I also got myself an extra 40gb external memory... hanep! pang on-the-go! hehehe... so hindi ko na problem ngayon ung pagkabitin sa disk space! ang saya! woohoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmmm... mukhang pinagtritripan nanaman ako ng computer na to ah... what happened to all the audibles?!!! Am I going deaf or is it just my laptop?? hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just happened to notice... but the next post will be my 69th entry in my blogger?!!! hanep!! what a milestone! what an achievement!! ...not!!! hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. the gibberish posted below this is a prayer of death... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-112964579926361639?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112964579926361639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112964579926361639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112964579926361639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112964579926361639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/kahit-ano.html' title='Kahit ano...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112964490156739975</id><published>2005-10-18T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:15:01.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang dasal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;El tiquira con vosotros mes tera dima ul kevadra, ses avada, mi jubilo con de los requerrimos, unta de pondresita kon cantamos, remanso tu sus lomis enta dira ela proteuera, lumos esta di ridikula pontre se mundo de adios. mustros monda, el tiquiera. Cada vez que elevamos nuestras voces en alabanza y adoración al Demoño, es necesario que lo hagamos bién, entendiendo lo que le estamos diciendo. Es por ello que la Palabra de Dios nos enseña que debemos usar nuestro intelecto para entonar cánticos al Satanas. Es tan sencillo como comprender lo que estamos cantando. Es procesar cada palabra que estamos entonando, haciéndola brotar desde nuestro corazón, y dirigirla a nuestro paliente. Recuerda que no estamos cantando por cantar, ni estamos entonando cánticos para escuchar lo bonito que se oye. No, estamos dándole la Alabanza a nuestro Dios. Él es el objeto de nuestra alabanza.Él es la razón por lo cual cantamos, por lo que sonamos nuestros instrumentos de punyeta. No podemos estar cantando a la ligera sin darle el peso que merece estar cantándole a Dios. Que las palabras no salgan de nuestros labios, sólo porque nos sabíamos la letra de tal o cual canto, sino que sea brotando desde nuestro corazón, expresando al Señor todo lo que Él es para nosotros. Si vamos a entonar un canto que diga por ejemplo: "Tu eres Bueno", que realmente estemos comprendiendo lo bueno y maravilloso que Él es con nosotros. Si estamos diciendo: "Tú eres grande y fuerte", que todo nuestro ser lo esté proclamando. Si estamos cantando: "El gozo que el Señor ha puesto en mí", ¿estaremos en una actitud de seriedad o de tristeza?. Al contrario, debemos expresar lo que estamos diciendo, por lo tanto debemos estar contentos, gozosos y sonrientes al proclamar estas verdades. Y si estamos cantando: "Enciende una Luz y déjala brillar", ¿Porqué hay algunos que elevan sus brazos? Éste canto, al igual que muchos otros, son para cantárselos a nuestros hermanos, en alabanza al Señor (Alabanza es hablar de Él a otros).&lt;br /&gt;En cambio si estamos entonando un canto que diga: "Tú eres Santo, Santo, Santo", ahora es cuando debemos elevar nuestras manos y nuestro corazón al Señor y adorarle. Debemos usar nuestra inteligencia al cantar alabanzas, es muy importante. No olvidemos que "Grande es Jehová y digno de ser en gran manera alabado". por lo tanto debemos alabarle como Él lo merece, con todo nuestro corazón y cantando con el entendimiento , proclamando y declarando lo que Él es. Si estamos celebrando que Cristo ha vencido a todos nuestros enemigos, entonces alegrémonos y declaremos con toda convicción ésta verdad. Si estamos cantando que nos rendimos a Él, pues que sea una realidad y que Él gobierne verdaderamente sobre nuestras vidas. Yo te animo a que uses tu inteligencia al momento de cantar y entrarás en una nueva dimensión de la Alabanza de nuestro Dios. Avada Kedavra. Nema&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/12175276-112964490156739975?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112964490156739975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112964490156739975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112964490156739975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112964490156739975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/isang-dasal.html' title='Isang dasal...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112930083241122872</id><published>2005-10-14T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:40:32.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's new</title><content type='html'>What's new today?&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, nothing's new everytime I wake up...&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and see the same shit on the news everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I always see things about rallies around the metro.&lt;br /&gt;Rally here, rally there...&lt;br /&gt;It's rallies everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;It's rallies galore!&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and see this thing about harrassment...&lt;br /&gt;Wake up... it's reality..&lt;br /&gt;shit happens everyday..&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to be harrassed during rallies,&lt;br /&gt;then just don't go...&lt;br /&gt;One thing people don't know about rallies are that it is very unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what will heppen next&lt;br /&gt;No one knows if he can come home in one piece&lt;br /&gt;Things happen...&lt;br /&gt;Shit happen...&lt;br /&gt;Then I see these people complaining that too much force was used on them..&lt;br /&gt;They said that they were just having a peaceful rally...&lt;br /&gt;Well, what would one think when after the police set up a barricade on the main road...&lt;br /&gt;then people used sidestreets to get past them..&lt;br /&gt;In other words, they sneeked up on them&lt;br /&gt;What would one think about that?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't one be threatened that those people had bad intentions in them?&lt;br /&gt;That's the problem with people playing with fire...&lt;br /&gt;they don't expect to get burned...&lt;br /&gt;With so many of these movements going on each day...&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we forgetting what we are fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;Are we doing this just because somebody said so?&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case... what's the point in fighting?&lt;br /&gt;When the things you are fighting for aren't even your own...&lt;br /&gt;Still in the end... nothing's new..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-112930083241122872?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112930083241122872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112930083241122872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112930083241122872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112930083241122872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/nothings-new.html' title='Nothing&apos;s new'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112852800557274853</id><published>2005-10-06T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:00:05.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descrimination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Doesn't anyone notice the descrimination in music nowadays? ..well, descrimination against rock music.. "true rock music, and also metal"... how is this so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Notice how some bands get so little airplay/airtime on tv and on radio these days as opposed to how much time is given to these very irritating "artists" and their even more irritating "music" (if that's what you call their garbage). This is directly evident when you watch MYX LIVE. Why in the hell do they give a whole hour to some "manufactured artists" playing only cover songs for the whole hour and yet fit 2 or 3 bands in an hour who plays original stuff? aren't we supposed to support our own music? Aren't we supposed to support more those with real talent? I'm not sourgraping or anything but when I watch a band or an artist perform, I want to hear original stuff from them. It's alright if they play a cover or two, but the point is to showcase their stuff and not the work of another artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, another show that features this kind of descrimination is ROCK MYX. Why? Why? Why? They play rock music... sometimes, and sometimes they don't play them at all. Why play "seven days in sunny june" by jamiroquai on rock myx??? I like listening to jamiroquai and all but I wouldn't classify their music as "rock" since they are more on the jazzy side of music. If you've seen the show's commercial you would notice the heavy background music they use, but when you watch the show, you can almost hear none of it. As of now, in the new format of the show, I haven't seen videos of pantera, in flames, shadows fall, killswitch engage, ill nino and deftones. Considering that these bands are mainstream metal bands, it's a mystery why their videos aren't played here. The heaviest song they have played here was Before I Forget by slipknot (that's the only heavy song they have played since reformatting the channel). Since they are playing mostly alternative rock videos here, why not rename the show "Alternative-Rock MYX"? It would be less misleading to those watching the show. This come to show how much better the original MYX channel was (the one that had no subtitles in it, as they play all rock videos... well nearly all...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hey don't think that it's just myx that I am dissing here... MTV has got a lot of issues too. I mean, they've also got the "pop" syndrome on their rockola show. And what's more is when I got to watch this episode on Mad Tv, I came to notice that MTV wasn't the mtv Which I came to know back then. Why? As you may have noticed time alloted for playing videos have been shortened to make room for ~cough~a few~cough~ of their reality shows. I mean nowadays, almost everything shown on mtv are just "reality" shows. So this contributes more on the shortening air time for real rock videos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No wonder a few bands opt to go mainstream, since little attention is just given to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-112852800557274853?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112852800557274853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112852800557274853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112852800557274853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112852800557274853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/descrimination.html' title='Descrimination'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112835082102673683</id><published>2005-10-03T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T07:47:01.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets.. lots and lots of regrets..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Finally, I'm finished doing the volume 4 of my thesis book... well, technically I'm finished doing the part that I'm just going to submitt tomorrow. I plan to add more for the final submittion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, sobrang lakas ng ulan kanina! For the first time pumasok ung tubig sa kwarto ko! hanep! Sobrang lamig... pero sobrang nakaka-asar, since hindi ko napansin agad na nababasa na pala ung ibang gamit ko sa kwarto... hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As I was checking out the new channel (HERO)... I can't help but notice one thing. Bakit pag ang anime eh pinalabas dito, it seems like na parang naluluma ito. And another thing, sobrang naasar ako nung nakapanood ako dito last saturday night. You see, I was expecting that all shows here would be in japanese with subtitles... with the extent of some being shown in english language.. but NO! everything was in tagalog! Shit! ... it's not that I hate our own native language, it's just that when they dub the show, the staff use voice actors that have no talent at all... or do their voice overs at studios that have bad acoustics... and imagine your fave dramatic or epic anime being shown in tagalog.. db parang nakakaasar na panoorin? The only anime that is still good to watch in tagalog are the comedy ones.. kasi ayos yung mga hirit nila dun... Well, wala na akong magagawa pa dun.. ganun talaga ang format na gusto nila eh... at least mapapanood ko na ung mga na-miss ko na episodes ng NARUTO! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then last saturday we had yet another wasted day... why? Kasi naman as usual wala ulit kaming natutunan sa Professional practice.. kasi naman sobrang boring pakinggan si mam... Then there was AS... wait.. what AS? hahahahaha at least dumating si montana.. pero parang wala naman siya... so useless din ang pagpasok niya... And then lastly we had our recitation sa TAR, grabe sobrang nakakaasar... kasi ba naman, kung kailan alam ko yung sagot sa mga pinagtatatanong ni Parong eh hindi ako tinatawag, tapos kung kailan wala akong idea sa pinagtatatanong niya eh saka pa ako tatawagin.. shit naman yan.. kaasar.. pero kahit papano after nun eh nanlibre si Bel since birthday niya kasi the day before. (Oi lucas! ung pix natin dun pasend!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then this afternoon, I read a quote sent to me by a friend of mine. It goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Love is like the last item on display. You have to hold it and think really hard&lt;br /&gt;if you really want to have it or just leave it there, otherwise, you might&lt;br /&gt;regret seeing someone take that last piece you gave up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Upon reading this, I came to realize that this was true. I waited and waited until the time came that I cannot have the girl that I love... and what's worse is that I never learned from my mistake... It hapened once... then again... and then again... if it happens one more time then I'm going to be crazy! (joke lang.. hehehe) But it really feels cold inside everytime it happens. In the end, all I can have are just regrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Enough of the hearty talk... Ayos ang araw ko ngayon! dami akong na-accomplish! Una, ung sa thesis ko nga. Then sulat sulat ng kanta (I seem to write many things when I feel hurt inside.. feel na feel kasi ang sinusulat.. ang daming ideas..) And lastly.. nakapa ko na rin sa wakas ung ANG ATING ARAW ng Dicta License! woohoo!! sarap! tapos nakapa ko na rin ung PHOENIX ng typecast! sobrang fulfilled! and yet... I still feel empty inside...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-112835082102673683?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112835082102673683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112835082102673683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112835082102673683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112835082102673683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/regrets-lots-and-lots-of-regrets.html' title='Regrets.. lots and lots of regrets..'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112817968066111420</id><published>2005-10-01T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T08:14:40.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nalilito lang ako..</title><content type='html'>Bakit pa tayo gumigising kung matutulog naman ulit tayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit pa tayo Umiinom kung i-iihi din natin ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit pa tayo kaumakain kung i-shi-shit din naman ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit pa nagkakabisa kung bukas naman ay limot na rin ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit pa ba nagmamahal kung sa huli naman ay masasaktan din?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit pa ako nagsusulat nito kung bukas o sa makalawa ay masasapawan din naman ito ng panibago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.. pakisagot lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-112817968066111420?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112817968066111420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112817968066111420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112817968066111420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112817968066111420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/10/nalilito-lang-ako.html' title='Nalilito lang ako..'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112791790293312992</id><published>2005-09-28T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:31:42.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just some random thoughts during the past 24 hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;First thought of the day (or maybe I should call it a very strange feeling), you see, last night it felt as though someone/something was watching me... and what's even stranger is that whenever I remember someone close to me that is already departed a butterfly always comes near... the wierd thing was I saw the butterfly in the living room at about 9 p.m... then when I went up to my room at 2 a.m. to sleep there it was on the wall... now how in the hell did it end up there?? I didn't even notice it come in at the same time I went in my room... what's more is that when I woke up in the morning, it was gone... considering that my room was closed and all with no open window or door at all.. now how in the hell did it get out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Second thought of the day, Sobrang nakaka-addict talaga mag-NBA live! shit! hindi ko tuloy masyado naaasikaso thesis book ko.. hehehehe... sarap kasi ng feeling na ikaw mismo ang nag-dedevelop ng player mo eh... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Third thought of the day is... ang cute talaga ni barbie!! shit!! ..nope, hindi yung barbie doll... si barbie almalbis.. sobrang cute! mas gumaganda pa as time goes by! kakaiba lalo ang aura nya ngayon compared sa dati... it exudes beauty more than ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and finally... last thought for the day... shall I watch again Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children for the Nth time? ... Syempre!!! sarap panoorin eh!! malas lang ng iba kasi hindi sya released sa movie houses dito.. so just go buy a dvd copy of it!! super recommended ko even if you're not a fan of the Final Fantasy game! at kung fan ka nung game eh mas maganda since it will make you stare at the assets of tifa lockheart even more... hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;well.. I'm off to watch the movie once more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ciao!&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/12175276-112791790293312992?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112791790293312992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112791790293312992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112791790293312992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112791790293312992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-another-thought.html' title='Just another thought...'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112784131538037997</id><published>2005-09-28T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T10:15:15.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How precious one's life can be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Have you ever felt that everything around you suddenly went into slow motion?  Or somewhat suddenly your life flashed by your eyes? Why do these things happen when you are about to die or get involved in an accident? Is it some sort of defense mechanism of our body so we can react accordingly to the event that is about to happen? But if this is so, why do most of us freeze on the spot rather than reacting the right way? Is this some sort of defective device mechanism of our body? Or maybe it's the fear of death that causes the so called "defense mechanism"  to fail... So what's the point of letting us feel these things if we cannot do anything at all? Isn't it pointless? Here you are with everything around you goes into slow motion yet you cannot do anything at all to prevent the accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okei... so tagalog time naman... minsan lang ako mag-tagalog dito noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So, bakit naman puro ganito ang kwento ko ngayon? Ganito kasi yan... kanina nung papasok ako ng school sobrang lakas ng ulan, halos zero visibility sa sasakyan. Eh labasan ng elementary school dito samin so maraming mga bata naglalakad pauwi. Eh etong dalawang batang naglalakad sa GITNA (take note: sa GITNA) ng kalsada, tapos itong isa ay hinila ung kasama nya.. so muntik na silang masagasaan nung civic na nasa harap ko... grabe, eh sobrang lakas pa naman ng ulan nun, buti na lang ndi nadale nung civic ung dalawang bata... sobrang nakakakaba nung nakita ko ung (kahit na hindi ako ung involved)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But the same cannot be said to the next one... nung paagdating ko kasi sa ilalim ng pureza station ng lrt, meron na hit and run na student... sobrang awa ang naramdaman ko nung pagkakita ko dun sa girl... kasi ba naman, hindi pa dinala sa morgue or somewhere.. talagang nakadisplay pa dun sa gitna ng kalsada, in full view of theuzi public, tinakpan lang ng dyaryo yung katawan tapos yun nagtraffic na silang dalawa... balita ko nga nakalipas na ang isang oras mula nung dumaan ako dun pero nandun parin ung katawan eh... grabe.. sobrang nakaka-awa talaga.. come to think of it, ano kaya mararamdaman nung magulang nun kapag may tumawag sa kanila tapos sinabi nga na nasagasaan ung anak nila? ano kaya initial reaction nila? maniniwala kaya? ndi papansinin? Eh yung mga classmates kaya niya? ano kaya reaction nila pag nalaman nila bukas na namatay na pala ang kaibigan nila. (Tapos biglang papasok ang linyang: "kasakasama ko lang siya bago yun tapos ngayon wala na siya" ....ang masasabi ko lang eh "that was then, this is now"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Syempre dapat may personal experience din db? hehehe... ung akin naman eh technically ndi naman nag-flash ang buhay ko sa harap ko... pero nag slow motion talaga ung paligid ko nung muntik na ako mabangga sa edsa dati... ung parang humina lahat ng tunog sa paligid ko tapos nakikita ko na lahat sa paligid ko na.. basta... nag-slow motion... pero at least dahil dun nakaiwas ako sa aksidente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;How much time we spend living our lives yet how quickly it can be taken away from us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-112784131538037997?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112784131538037997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112784131538037997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112784131538037997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112784131538037997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-precious-ones-life-can-be.html' title='How precious one&apos;s life can be..'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175276.post-112741125467948343</id><published>2005-09-23T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:47:34.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions of Life</title><content type='html'>Everyday we just live our lives just as it comes by... we tend to overlook such simple (yet if you really think about it, it really brings meaning to why we are living.. or something like that.. hehe)questions such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we live when we are destined to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we love when everything seems like a lie? (ang bitter eh noh? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we fix things when hey are bound to be broken once more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we settle differences when we seem to want to find out more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people answer questions when in the end it just brings up more questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Realizing these things.. maybe I found the answer to why I am living...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because if I already knew the answers to all the mysteries of life then there would be no more reason for my existence... (or maybe gutom lang ito? ...makapag mcdo nga.. KUNG MERON PANG BUKAS NG GANITONG ORAS!!! hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175276-112741125467948343?l=miahmalufet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/feeds/112741125467948343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175276&amp;postID=112741125467948343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112741125467948343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175276/posts/default/112741125467948343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miahmalufet.blogspot.com/2005/09/questions-of-life.html' title='Questions of Life'/><author><name>jerremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787002856907208941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/miahgitarista/lobo2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
