<?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-10189787</id><updated>2011-12-05T21:44:42.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOMARPAGE</title><subtitle type='html'>9 LIVES... 1 SOUL...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425464674104948355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-2144098991463336153</id><published>2008-11-15T07:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:10:06.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sana Matupad Lahat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/SR4TQ-AbLaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d989Rexou6s/s1600-h/wishlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/SR4TQ-AbLaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d989Rexou6s/s400/wishlist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268669796313673122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-2144098991463336153?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2144098991463336153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=2144098991463336153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/2144098991463336153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/2144098991463336153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2008/11/sana-matupad-lahat.html' title='Sana Matupad Lahat...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/SR4TQ-AbLaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d989Rexou6s/s72-c/wishlist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-5700777226984032873</id><published>2008-11-14T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:21:04.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got It All For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/SR0Ym2KnnxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wlxrQQDo550/s1600-h/SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/SR0Ym2KnnxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wlxrQQDo550/s200/SM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268394194747498258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, saan ka pa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-5700777226984032873?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5700777226984032873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=5700777226984032873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5700777226984032873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5700777226984032873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2008/11/weve-got-it-all-for-you.html' title='We&apos;ve Got It All For You'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/SR0Ym2KnnxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wlxrQQDo550/s72-c/SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-540939401684955925</id><published>2008-08-10T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:29:09.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I'm 26...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/SJ7QruAvKEI/AAAAAAAAADA/y4Jd4Alzs0Q/s1600-h/pol%4026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/SJ7QruAvKEI/AAAAAAAAADA/y4Jd4Alzs0Q/s320/pol%4026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232849266555168834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's my birthday today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photo by Anthony Bueta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-540939401684955925?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/540939401684955925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=540939401684955925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/540939401684955925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/540939401684955925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-im-26.html' title='and I&apos;m 26...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/SJ7QruAvKEI/AAAAAAAAADA/y4Jd4Alzs0Q/s72-c/pol%4026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-6727361710929175277</id><published>2008-03-19T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:53:05.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor No More</title><content type='html'>Propromote ko lang yung kasal ni Oliver sa April 4, 2008. Siya ang unang magpapaalam sa pagiging bachelor. Sinu kaya susunod? John nilagpasan ka ni Oliver kung susundin ung JOMARPAGE, ibig sabihin si Mark na. hehehe. Gaya ng sinabi ni John ang bilis ng panahon. Parang kailan lang hindi pa buo JOMARPAGE nung elementary pero yung iba satin magkakakilala na. This shows kung gaano na katagal ang barkada. Naalala ko tuloy nung college days, pag nakabingwit ka daw sa JOMARPAGE swerte. Hahaha. Masabi kaya ni Ness yan. (peace Yong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kasi ni Oliver buo sa kasal niya minus John na alam naman natin kung bakit hindi makakasama. Pero malay mo sorpresahin tayo biglang umuwi. hehehe. I-iinum ka na lang namin John. Sakto bago camera nina Paul at Boboy, masusubukan, ika nga "me isang bubukol dyan". Si Aldrin pa pala photography enthusiast din. Si Mark, Rayfel at Evanray wala akong masyadong balita. Huli kong balita, si Mark ata live-in na tapos si Evanray no comment. hahah. Vanray paramdam ka naman. Ako naman kakalipat ko lang ng ibang department kaya petix mode pa. Daming time magblog. Sa ngayon kay Yong muna ang spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Yong and Ness!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-6727361710929175277?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6727361710929175277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=6727361710929175277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/6727361710929175277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/6727361710929175277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2008/03/bachelor-no-more.html' title='Bachelor No More'/><author><name>gener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425464674104948355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-2163315087890113583</id><published>2008-03-18T04:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:07:19.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Panahon Na Lumipas</title><content type='html'>Kumusta mga kapatid? Gusto ko lang mangamusta. Sino na ba sa kada ang ikakasal na? almost 10 years na since grumaduate tayu ng HS. Kay bilis lumipas ng panahon. Parang kailan lang kasama ko kayong tumatambay, namimirata sa Recto, umiinom ng toma at kumakain ng instant noodles na especialty ni Yong. Eto ako ngayun sinusubukan pa ring makatapos, ang dila ko pa rin ay nalilito paminsan minsan kung ingles o tagalog ang aking kausap. Natatagalog ko minsan ang roommate kong mexicano. Ano pa ba? hmmm. Masaya ako with my love life. Tampuhan paminsan minsan kami pero ok naman. Natural naman yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwa naman ako na into photography na ang kada. Tanung ko lang kung kailan kukuha si ner? o si yong ng Dslr? Bili na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me nagbuibuildup pa rin ako portfolio. As for photography pinpraktis ko ang strobe photography, fashion, art (lomography) kakabili ko lang ng first holga ko kahapon: Medium format film, bibili rin ako ng H2 Zoom audio recorder para makapagproduce rin ng multimedias na hindi ako umaasa sa school. Naghahanap din ako ng program for editing sound. Audacity daw libre saka ok ang performance para sa PC, pero kung magswiswitch ako sa Mac mag-soundtrack pro ako. Soundslides pro ang gamit kong program para sa slideshows.  Isa pang gusto kong maaccomplish sa summer e makabuo ng portfolio website ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester ang scheduled graduation ko... hopefully eto na to! Kung baga "Sa wakas!!" Aba pakiramdam ko nag medicine ako sa tagal ko na nasa school. Ang nakakatakot nga lang hindi ko alam kung ano mangyayari sakin pagtapos ko... bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="xpress.sfsu.edu"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xpress.sfsu.edu&lt;/a&gt; (school newspaper website namin, dito marami rami na rin ako nagawang multimedias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang mga pre. As soon as madevelop ang first medium format film captures ko with Holga. Upload ko sa Flickr account ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update update naman dyan mga kapatid!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-2163315087890113583?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2163315087890113583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=2163315087890113583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/2163315087890113583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/2163315087890113583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2008/03/ang-panahon-na-lumipas.html' title='Ang Panahon Na Lumipas'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-5435534849322390831</id><published>2008-02-20T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:10:01.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa may Panulukan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/2278229501/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2345/2278229501_75d311bcc9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/2278229501/"&gt;DSC_1439&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inuman time.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-5435534849322390831?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5435534849322390831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=5435534849322390831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5435534849322390831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5435534849322390831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2008/02/sa-may-panulukan.html' title='Sa may Panulukan'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2345/2278229501_75d311bcc9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-4530301675809431643</id><published>2008-01-20T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:08:36.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/R5Nj1AKXS3I/AAAAAAAAACI/qsJoFdAsvo0/s1600-h/_letting_go_by.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/R5Nj1AKXS3I/AAAAAAAAACI/qsJoFdAsvo0/s200/_letting_go_by.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157575760497036146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTING GO TAKES LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go does not mean to stop caring,&lt;br /&gt;   it means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to cut myself off,&lt;br /&gt;   it's the realization I can't control another.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to enable,&lt;br /&gt;   but allow learning from natural consequences.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means&lt;br /&gt;   the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to try to change or blame another,&lt;br /&gt;   it's to make the most of myself.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to care for,&lt;br /&gt;   but to care about.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to fix,&lt;br /&gt;   but to be supportive.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to judge,&lt;br /&gt;   but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,&lt;br /&gt;   but to allow others to affect their destinies.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to be protective,&lt;br /&gt;   it's to permit another to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to deny,&lt;br /&gt;   but to accept.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,&lt;br /&gt;   but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,&lt;br /&gt;   but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,&lt;br /&gt;   but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to regret the past,&lt;br /&gt;   but to grow and live for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to fear less and love more&lt;br /&gt;      Remember: The time to love is short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-4530301675809431643?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4530301675809431643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=4530301675809431643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4530301675809431643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4530301675809431643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2008/01/art-of-letting-go.html' title='The Art of Letting Go'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/R5Nj1AKXS3I/AAAAAAAAACI/qsJoFdAsvo0/s72-c/_letting_go_by.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-8147781306628548702</id><published>2008-01-02T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:33:26.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/R3siGQKXS2I/AAAAAAAAACA/7qurp3JxdQ8/s1600-h/closure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/R3siGQKXS2I/AAAAAAAAACA/7qurp3JxdQ8/s200/closure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150748089641290594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Cycles&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return. Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment." Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-8147781306628548702?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8147781306628548702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=8147781306628548702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/8147781306628548702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/8147781306628548702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-2008.html' title='Hello 2008!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/R3siGQKXS2I/AAAAAAAAACA/7qurp3JxdQ8/s72-c/closure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-3380947922659967164</id><published>2007-12-16T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:43:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QLC Daw O...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/R2TjpgKXS1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/mmQNKdpV1mE/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/R2TjpgKXS1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/mmQNKdpV1mE/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144486976511494994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GOT THIS FROM A FRIEND... ANNA. THE ARTICLE IS FROM BRENDA DELLACASA WRITTEN FOR PLAY MAGAZINE (APRIL 2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when  you stop going along With the crowd and start realizing that there are  many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start  feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get  scared because you barely know where you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that,  maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the  greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are  some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are  realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that  they are as confused as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and  realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares  you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and  find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that  you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things  to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are  insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the  greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly,change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with  dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further  away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move  forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved so  much could do such damage to you. Relationships have ended causing you to  lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to  get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but also love someone else too  and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you  aren't a bad person. At other times you are looking for that special guy or  girl  and don't even realize their right in front of you. One night  stands and random hook ups start to look cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go  through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your  friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.  You worry about loans, money, and the future and making a life for  yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just  like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this  relates to it.  We are in our best of times and our worst of times,  trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to  your twenty-something friends (or early 30s) friends..maybe it will help  someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion... And if  you cannot relate to this email because at this point in time of your  life, everything just seems to be falling in place and life just could not get  any better! well then good for you! you are very fortunate but send this on anyways...there may be someone you know that may be going through such  anxieties...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-3380947922659967164?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3380947922659967164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=3380947922659967164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3380947922659967164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3380947922659967164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/12/qlc-daw-o.html' title='QLC Daw O...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/R2TjpgKXS1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/mmQNKdpV1mE/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-3389854661590097667</id><published>2007-12-13T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:21:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bula- komposisyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf?myid=6678566&amp;amp;path=2007/12/12&amp;amp;mycolor=0xAFC0D4&amp;amp;mycolor2=0x422F21&amp;amp;mycolor3=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="68" width="160"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/music-player/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myflashfetish.com/images/mffico.gif" title="Make your own playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="music player" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this &lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/playlist/6678566" target="_blank"&gt;music player&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MyFlashFetish&lt;/a&gt;.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantang ginawa namin ng mga kaibigan kong pinoy dito. Wala lang. Medyo bored lang kami. Ako gumawa ng lyrics. Pero ung gitara kaibigan ko si Mike Bachiller and bro nya si Mark. Un lang. Exclusive release ko sa barakada hahahahaha. Never will it be heard anywhere again. Hope yo guys are doing fine mga kapatid. I still have a year left of school. Hopefully after I'd get a job. If not, balik waiter ako. lol. Miss you guys. Sana magkitakita tayo soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTc*NzY*MTE1MzEmcD*xODAzMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-3389854661590097667?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3389854661590097667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=3389854661590097667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3389854661590097667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3389854661590097667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/12/bula-komposisyon_13.html' title='Bula- komposisyon'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-3727720842062566040</id><published>2007-12-13T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:18:11.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bula -Komposisyon</title><content type='html'>Kantang ginawa namin ng mga kaibigan kong pinoy dito. Wala lang. Medyo bored lang kami. Ako gumawa ng lyrics. Pero ung gitara kaibigan ko si Mike Bachiller and bro nya si Mark. Un lang. Exclusive release ko sa barakada hahahahaha. Never will it be heard anywhere again. Hope yo guys are doing fine mga kapatid. I still have a year left of school. Hopefully after I'd get a job. If not, balik waiter ako. lol. Miss you guys. Sana magkitakita tayo soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTc*NzU4Nzc4NDMmcD*xODAzMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-3727720842062566040?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3727720842062566040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=3727720842062566040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3727720842062566040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3727720842062566040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/12/bula-komposisyon.html' title='Bula -Komposisyon'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-5073683145268672866</id><published>2007-10-22T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:06:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/1690948833/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2295/1690948833_c5afb44931_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/1690948833/"&gt;DSC_1856&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to Boracay last October 17-22 2007 with office friends. Check out some of the awesome photos courtesy of Alfie Gonzales and his awesome Nikon D80. Enjoy!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-5073683145268672866?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5073683145268672866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=5073683145268672866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5073683145268672866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5073683145268672866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/10/boracay-adventure.html' title='Boracay Adventure'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2295/1690948833_c5afb44931_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-5103114011803285827</id><published>2007-10-20T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T03:49:25.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jester's Missing Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kepu-NiER6c/RxkKKPKOD9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9Y-YLrLkP3k/s1600-h/1_487293152l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kepu-NiER6c/RxkKKPKOD9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9Y-YLrLkP3k/s400/1_487293152l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123137222095015890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know what I feel is true, but to think, you of all people would doubt me, it was meaningless then from the start. If you take the words of those who haven't even felt my embrace, an embrace meant only for you then you haven’t appreciated my touch. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The road that we traverse is not made of smooth cement but of gravel and rock debris, but nonetheless I held your hand and walked the path, carried you when your feet blister. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Impossible might others think how a jester became a soldier, I became one just for you. But now it’s clear, I am in no capacity to be a soldier – a jester I shall always be. I cried so many times. Tears dried as another drop to wet my peasant shirt. I’m tired. I tried. I failed. This jester shall look for the smile he lost, and never let go of it…ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-5103114011803285827?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5103114011803285827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=5103114011803285827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5103114011803285827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5103114011803285827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/10/jesters-missing-smile.html' title='A Jester&apos;s Missing Smile'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kepu-NiER6c/RxkKKPKOD9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9Y-YLrLkP3k/s72-c/1_487293152l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-4886713599038969682</id><published>2007-08-10T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:53:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 and Lovin' It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RrwY3Zql7TI/AAAAAAAAABw/TW2Wl0DebnQ/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RrwY3Zql7TI/AAAAAAAAABw/TW2Wl0DebnQ/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096976218337963314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25 and I'm loving it. Dyaraaaaaaannnnn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-4886713599038969682?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4886713599038969682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=4886713599038969682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4886713599038969682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4886713599038969682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/25-and-lovin-it.html' title='25 and Lovin&apos; It!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RrwY3Zql7TI/AAAAAAAAABw/TW2Wl0DebnQ/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-127911398809886102</id><published>2007-07-08T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:57:29.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Galera sunset!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/751208895/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1111/751208895_632404fa46_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/751208895/"&gt;Puerto Galera sunset!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Puerto  Galera sunset!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-127911398809886102?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/127911398809886102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=127911398809886102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/127911398809886102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/127911398809886102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/07/puerto-galera-sunset.html' title='Puerto Galera sunset!'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1111/751208895_632404fa46_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-5784337250579594010</id><published>2007-07-05T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:17:26.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meron ba talagang Happy Horse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RoxFwG_5pgI/AAAAAAAAABo/39vca19zaoU/s1600-h/Happy+Horse+Raw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RoxFwG_5pgI/AAAAAAAAABo/39vca19zaoU/s400/Happy+Horse+Raw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083514772209116674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi, sinamahan ko'ng mga ka-opisina ko na mag-good time sa isang bar and resto na malapit sa pinapasukan ko. Nang malapit na kaming matapos, naalala ko ang Happy Horse. Ang Happy Horse raw ay isang special at limited edition ng Red Horse. Bihira raw itong mapasama sa 1 case ng Red Horse. Malakas daw ang tama nito.&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong ko kung alam nila ang tungkol dito. At dahil sila'y tomador, hindi na bago sa kanila ang nabanggit kong salita.&lt;br /&gt;Sa 6 na boteng nasa lamesa namin, sinubukan kong paghambingin bawat isa. Aba! Akalain mong may isang bote'ng naiiba. Bigla kaming natuwa sa aming nakita. Dahil sa sobrang happy namin, nabasag ang bote na may nakangiting kabayo.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Horse nga ba ang boteng ito?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-5784337250579594010?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5784337250579594010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=5784337250579594010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5784337250579594010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5784337250579594010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/07/meron-ba-talagang-happy-horse.html' title='Meron ba talagang Happy Horse?'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RoxFwG_5pgI/AAAAAAAAABo/39vca19zaoU/s72-c/Happy+Horse+Raw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-989846378341797385</id><published>2007-06-27T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:40:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake and Bake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RoIiPm_5peI/AAAAAAAAABU/zdUm84_opuI/s1600-h/Luge+and+Go+Kart+Singapore+for+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RoIiPm_5peI/AAAAAAAAABU/zdUm84_opuI/s400/Luge+and+Go+Kart+Singapore+for+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080660981189289442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Boy! Remember this? I won pala. He he he...&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I miss Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-989846378341797385?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/989846378341797385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=989846378341797385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/989846378341797385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/989846378341797385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/06/shake-and-bake_27.html' title='Shake and Bake!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RoIiPm_5peI/AAAAAAAAABU/zdUm84_opuI/s72-c/Luge+and+Go+Kart+Singapore+for+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-4879894538541655739</id><published>2007-06-24T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:10:05.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake miniature photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WhNd-6lrBjE/Rn4m3DI0kYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/evljKpmmqRE/s1600-h/miniortigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WhNd-6lrBjE/Rn4m3DI0kYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/evljKpmmqRE/s400/miniortigas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With a very little effort, you can take existing photographs of everyday scenes and make it look like they're actually of miniature models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasig City Miniature. :)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-4879894538541655739?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4879894538541655739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=4879894538541655739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4879894538541655739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4879894538541655739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/06/fake-miniature-photography_3944.html' title='Fake miniature photography'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WhNd-6lrBjE/Rn4m3DI0kYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/evljKpmmqRE/s72-c/miniortigas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-4142360016969886465</id><published>2007-06-24T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:44:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WhNd-6lrBjE/Rn4gyzI0kXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PX2IGPpN70w/s1600-h/miniortigas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WhNd-6lrBjE/Rn4gyzI0kXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PX2IGPpN70w/s400/miniortigas-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;my lame attempt at doing tilt shift photography (PHOTOSHOP)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-4142360016969886465?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4142360016969886465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=4142360016969886465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4142360016969886465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4142360016969886465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-lame-attempt-at-doing-tilt-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WhNd-6lrBjE/Rn4gyzI0kXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PX2IGPpN70w/s72-c/miniortigas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-1155520916437111080</id><published>2007-06-11T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:15:09.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabado Night Drinking Session Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/539296782/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1376/539296782_61ae95674e_o.jpg" alt="3 Stooges" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas nakasama uli si Aldrin. the gym boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/539294642/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1305/539294642_834745d199.jpg" alt="Gener" height="320" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gener, the tomador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/539411777/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1218/539411777_81023afdff.jpg" alt="Yong Wasted" height="320" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong, peace bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/539409083/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1162/539409083_4a51932a37_o.jpg" alt="Camera Shy?" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. this one's the only shot with Len. Ayaw magpapicture. Uy.... Aldrin and Len together again, muling ibalik ang tamis ng pag-ibig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-1155520916437111080?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/1155520916437111080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=1155520916437111080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/1155520916437111080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/1155520916437111080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/06/sabado-night-drinking-session-fun.html' title='Sabado Night Drinking Session Fun'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1305/539294642_834745d199_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-5484133437493440231</id><published>2007-05-16T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T02:04:44.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSC00488</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/499784437/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/230/499784437_e961aaf881_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/499784437/"&gt;DSC00488&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boom boom and pakyaw at Off the Grill!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-5484133437493440231?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5484133437493440231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=5484133437493440231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5484133437493440231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/5484133437493440231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/dsc00488.html' title='DSC00488'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/230/499784437_e961aaf881_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-8117514984797290044</id><published>2007-05-15T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:29:14.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eych and tyler! Yahooo! Hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/499439930/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/499439930_1d099cf77b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/499439930/"&gt;Eych and tyler! Yahooo! Hehehe&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eych and tyler! Yahooo! Hehehe&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-8117514984797290044?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8117514984797290044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=8117514984797290044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/8117514984797290044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/8117514984797290044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/eych-and-tyler-yahooo-hehehe.html' title='Eych and tyler! Yahooo! Hehehe'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/499439930_1d099cf77b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-3847028455455303548</id><published>2007-05-14T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:51:29.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halalan 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RkeyP7IcDtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0TnPIaWU_Uk/s1600-h/finger+with+indelible+ink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RkeyP7IcDtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0TnPIaWU_Uk/s200/finger+with+indelible+ink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064212292642279122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumoto ka ba? Ako? Bumoto ako! Dahil alam ko na may timbang at masasabi ang isang boto ko. Proud ako na nagawa ko ang tungkulin ko bilang isang tunay mamamayan kahit na alam ko na hindi lahat ay matutugunan ng ating pamahalaan. Isang paraan ito upang malaman nila na kabilang ako sa mahigit walumpung milyong Filipino na may karapatang magsabi ng hinaing at pangangailangan.&lt;br /&gt;Sana ikaw rin... Bumoto ka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-3847028455455303548?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3847028455455303548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=3847028455455303548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3847028455455303548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3847028455455303548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/halalan-2007.html' title='Halalan 2007'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/RkeyP7IcDtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0TnPIaWU_Uk/s72-c/finger+with+indelible+ink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-8984144198412150524</id><published>2007-05-14T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:32:09.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote 4 U</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/Rketv7IcDsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LoHxSTugcpo/s1600-h/vote+4+u+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/Rketv7IcDsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LoHxSTugcpo/s320/vote+4+u+04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064207344839954114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication Foundation for Asia (CFA) has produced a TV Series composed of three episodes about the election. Taking the format of a reality game show, it aims to emphasize the value of every citizen's vote. Veteran filmmaker Clodualdo Del Mundo, Jr will direct the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game participants would be challenged to do deep and serious research on candidates -- focusing on platforms instead of superficials. They would be asked to analyze media coverage of the campaign and election. Surveys and campaign ads would be critiqued. The idea is to make the players (and the audience) aware of how media could manipulate voters through incomplete, inaccurate, irresponsible or unfair portrayal of the campaign and election process. At the conclusion of the program, the players would be asked to devise ways to ensure the protection of ballots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program is part of our media support for the Parish Pastoral Council for Responsible Voting (PPCRV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The said TV Series was shown on Dream Satellite TV, Destiny Cable and ABC 5 last May 11 and 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-8984144198412150524?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8984144198412150524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=8984144198412150524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/8984144198412150524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/8984144198412150524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/vote-4-u.html' title='Vote 4 U'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LZy13i6rrUs/Rketv7IcDsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LoHxSTugcpo/s72-c/vote+4+u+04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-6928000410779955892</id><published>2007-05-10T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:52:17.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote 4 U To Be Shown on ABC 5</title><content type='html'>Vote 4 U The Election Game Show will be aired on ABC 5 on May 11 at 10:00 P.M. and on May 12 at 11:00 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/cfavideo"&gt;www.youtube.com/cfavideo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a voter's education program produced by the Communication Foundation for Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cfamedia.org"&gt;www.cfamedia.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you could watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-6928000410779955892?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6928000410779955892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=6928000410779955892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/6928000410779955892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/6928000410779955892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/vote-4-u-to-be-shown-on-abc-5_10.html' title='Vote 4 U To Be Shown on ABC 5'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-1476790377654196835</id><published>2007-05-03T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T06:47:25.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote 4 U Episode 1 is now on You Tube!</title><content type='html'>Dali! Mag-YouTube na at panoorin ang unang episode ng Vote 4 U! Spread the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/cfavideo"&gt;www.youtube.com/cfavideo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-1476790377654196835?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/1476790377654196835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=1476790377654196835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/1476790377654196835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/1476790377654196835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/vote-4-u-episode-1-is-now-on-you-tube.html' title='Vote 4 U Episode 1 is now on You Tube!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-6409630687289070026</id><published>2007-05-03T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T06:38:09.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote 4 U Airdates</title><content type='html'>Vote 4 U is slated to be shown over TV Maria on Dream Satellite, and on Destiny Cable Channel 96.  Broadcast dates are April 30th at 12:47pm and 4:00pm, May 2nd at 12:30pm and 3:30pm, and May 5, 2007.  The series will also be featured in various political education forums in different schools in Metro Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, ano pa'ng hinihintay n'yo? Pakabit na kayo ng Dream TV o ng Destiny Cable at manuod ng VOTE 4 U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/cfavideo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-6409630687289070026?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6409630687289070026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=6409630687289070026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/6409630687289070026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/6409630687289070026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/vote-4-u-airdates.html' title='Vote 4 U Airdates'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-9195282831160303734</id><published>2007-04-29T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:39:44.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote 4 U</title><content type='html'>Coming very soon sa Dream TV... Pakabit na kayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g3C_7dU_x6w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g3C_7dU_x6w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-9195282831160303734?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/9195282831160303734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=9195282831160303734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/9195282831160303734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/9195282831160303734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/vote-4-u.html' title='Vote 4 U'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-4995848073869039330</id><published>2007-04-23T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:13:32.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NSG Antipolo Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/468602340/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/468602340_d31641ba19_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/468602340/"&gt;NSG Antipolo Swimming&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some new found friends. Lately I've been going out to battle depression (naks!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed sa bahay. Depressed sa trabaho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daanin sa inom at babae yan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby, pat, ron, chard, jeng, jess, joni, eych, ally and me. the awesome NSG people. I hope to join their gimik again! more at http://nsgadiks.multiply.com&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-4995848073869039330?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4995848073869039330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=4995848073869039330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4995848073869039330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/4995848073869039330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/nsg-antipolo-swimming_23.html' title='NSG Antipolo Swimming'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/468602340_d31641ba19_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-3310840967923263152</id><published>2007-04-23T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:54:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putek bakit wala ng updates?</title><content type='html'>Si janot busy na masyado sa girlfriend. Wala na time for us. What's up janot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Evan busy din, mukhang may bagong gf din. Pakilala mo naman kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi Paul, we are still the lovable losers that everyone likes. :)  Hehehe.  Shallow Hal talaga tayo. Very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Gener, poging pogi pa rin, lahat ng Chicks namin ni Paul di talaga pasado sa standards ni Gener! Hehehehehe.  Huwag mo kalimutan pictures sa Boracay.  Dapat makakita ako ng naka two piece dyan. Alam ko naman mga chikas din office mates mo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post naman kayo uli. Buhayin natin ang Maynila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-3310840967923263152?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3310840967923263152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=3310840967923263152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3310840967923263152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/3310840967923263152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/putek-bakit-wala-ng-updates.html' title='Putek bakit wala ng updates?'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-7939219946266240299</id><published>2007-04-22T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:25:18.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/loser.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-7939219946266240299?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7939219946266240299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=7939219946266240299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/7939219946266240299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/7939219946266240299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i.html' title='Am I?!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-117479204448840129</id><published>2007-03-25T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:07:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala na... Wala na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAKIT WALA NANG NAGBA-BLOG?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAKIT!!!&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/10189787-117479204448840129?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/117479204448840129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=117479204448840129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/117479204448840129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/117479204448840129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/03/wala-na-wala-na.html' title='Wala na... Wala na...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-116920346777104818</id><published>2007-01-19T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:03:28.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>It's the New Year: New hope, and aspirations, and most of all RESOLUTIONS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970192366606&amp;amp;site=widget-0e.slide.com" width="400" height="400" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=17&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970192366606&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p1/360287970192366606/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=17&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970192366606&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p2/360287970192366606/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-116920346777104818?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116920346777104818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=116920346777104818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116920346777104818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116920346777104818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolutions.html' title='RESOLUTIONS'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-116501015469903368</id><published>2006-12-02T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T05:57:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSE BLEED and TONDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Two of my latest poems. I am still trying to do atleast 20 poems of similar theme and style, so I can have my first cohesive poetry book. By the way, lufet ung surgical procedure mo boy! Any other ideas on what to write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOSE BLEED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Dats nose bleed pare,&lt;/em&gt;” one of my friends said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nose bleed. Nose bleed. Nose bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 minutes ago before calling my friends out to drink:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I was tinking meybii wii kud go awt samtaym&lt;/em&gt;,” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“Huh?” she answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ay pota korekt naman ingles ko ah,”&lt;/em&gt; I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“Go out,” I repeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“You want me to leave??!” she exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“no.noo. Nevermind,” &lt;em&gt;sabi ko.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 seconds ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood trickled painful and slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;My brain felt like an old computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;trying to send an E-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;through a dial-up connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 milliseconds ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ay siyet what’s that word nga pla again?” &lt;/em&gt;I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Trying to impress this chick with my &lt;em&gt;aksentles ingles&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I find myself drowning myself in the conversation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;not enough English vocabulary to hold onto to lift myself out of the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 minutes before the encounter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I practice by talking to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I was waanderiing ef you wud layk too kick it wid me samtaym,”&lt;/em&gt; I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Again. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“I was wond’rin if you’d like to kick it with me sometime,” I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I smiled proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deeenggg&lt;/em&gt;, that was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 years ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Pwede ka bang maligawan?” aking itinanong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oo ba. Bakit hindi,” kanyang sagot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hinatid ko siya sa kanila at ako’y umuwing may ngiti sa aking mukha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TONDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I still can smell the burning aroma of dried leaves and trash, of coffee and &lt;em&gt;pandesal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I still can hear the shout of the &lt;em&gt;Taho&lt;/em&gt; and the honk of the &lt;em&gt;puto’t kutsinta &lt;/em&gt;vendors, the swish of the &lt;em&gt;walis ting-ting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Under the noon time sun, I still can see sweaty 8 year old kids, barefooted, scabs on their knees and elbows, mud on their faces, and smiling squint eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I shut my mouth, hold my breath, close my eyes, and cover my ears with my hands – then I re-experience &lt;em&gt;Tondo&lt;/em&gt; once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;In the mid-afternoon, I remember the &lt;em&gt;tambay&lt;/em&gt;, a congregation of bored neighbors sitting outside a &lt;em&gt;sari-sari&lt;/em&gt; store, eating &lt;em&gt;chichirya&lt;/em&gt; and drinking a bottle of &lt;em&gt;kok.&lt;/em&gt; Some are there to listen to the &lt;em&gt;chismosa&lt;/em&gt;, some wait for the &lt;em&gt;bebot&lt;/em&gt; from the other &lt;em&gt;kanto&lt;/em&gt; to pass by, some are out there to play the guitar, but most of them are out there because it’s &lt;em&gt;brown-out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;At night, the &lt;em&gt;sari-sari&lt;/em&gt; store is packed with topless men of all shapes and sizes. These topless men sometimes bring their own chairs from home to the store. They would buy &lt;em&gt;pulutan&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;bilog&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;yosi&lt;/em&gt;. But most of the time these items are &lt;em&gt;lista muna&lt;/em&gt;. They talk about their grandfathers – a lot. They slur when they talk because of the &lt;em&gt;bilog&lt;/em&gt;. They pee on the wall that says “&lt;em&gt;Bawal Umehe Deto&lt;/em&gt;” because of the &lt;em&gt;bilog&lt;/em&gt;. They have big bellies because of the &lt;em&gt;bilog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Midnight strikes and the fun have not stopped. By that time, &lt;em&gt;balut&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;penoy&lt;/em&gt; are craved not only by the topless men who drink &lt;em&gt;bilog&lt;/em&gt;, but also by the old lady with &lt;em&gt;walis&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ting-ting&lt;/em&gt;, the sweaty 8 year old kids, the &lt;em&gt;tambays&lt;/em&gt;, and don’t forget – the &lt;em&gt;bebot&lt;/em&gt; from the other &lt;em&gt;kanto&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This is my &lt;em&gt;Tondo&lt;/em&gt;. This is a home I can always claim my own. Whenever I look into the mirror and see myself, I remember having that same mud on my face, the same scabs on my earthly toned skin, the same &lt;em&gt;pulutan&lt;/em&gt; in my tummy, the same &lt;em&gt;bilog&lt;/em&gt; burning my throat, and I remember the same &lt;em&gt;bebot&lt;/em&gt; from the &lt;em&gt;kanto&lt;/em&gt; kissing my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I shut my mouth, hold my breath, close my eyes, and cover my ears with my hands – then I re-experience &lt;em&gt;Tondo&lt;/em&gt; once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-116501015469903368?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116501015469903368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=116501015469903368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116501015469903368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116501015469903368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/12/nose-bleed-and-tondo.html' title='NOSE BLEED and TONDO'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-116386736377260942</id><published>2006-11-19T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:32:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgical Procedure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surgical Procedure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my lame attempt at writing a good old scary story. I wrote it for work during halloween. Grammars all over the place but i dont care. Im just trying to write something twisted and sick. Greatly influenced by horror b-movies, a lil bit of Takashi Miike, splatterfests (evil dead?) and a hint of Saw. The ending kinda sucked. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was already near midnight when I arrived at the old decrepit hospital. It was a peculiar sight as I walked in, because even though I haven’t been to that place before, I seem to know it like the back of my hand. I know exactly where to go, what directions to take and how to find that particular room. Inside, there were series of long hallways cluttered with old hospital equipments, rusted gurneys and dated hospital machines circa 1978. It seems that no one has ever been to this place for eons now, judging from the high amount of soot and dust covering everything. Room doors were boarded up and bunk beds covered with white satin sheets. As I navigated through the place, I saw the long winding stairs leading up to that room, then, I suddenly realized that I’ve been to this place before! Not “been there” physically but from memory, from my dream perhaps. It was as clear as day now that I remember that spiral staircase, leading up to the one room door that hasn’t been boarded up by large 3 x 4 thick wooden planks. It was room number 13. I slowly and quietly walk up the stairs, mindful of not disturbing any “ghosts” or “spirits” that may have been residing on this god forsaken hellhole of an infirmary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door to room number 13. What I saw made my blood curdled and the hair on my back stand on its edge! I screamed at the top of my lungs! Right there at the center of a large rectangular room, which from its glory days might have been used for operating, is a surgical silver metallic table with a slab of seemingly dead corpse. It’s sticking out there at the center like a sore thumb, the table perfectly cleaned and sanitized while the rest of the room and the equipments are still covered with soot and grime. It looked a lot like somebody just operated on the body a few moments ago. It was a C-section. I knew because I’m a surgical intern, a year from finishing up to take residency. It’s weird that somebody meticulously chose this place to perform such delicate operation knowing the high risk of infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female dead individual, right there at the center, wearing a standard blue colored hospital scrubs with her abdomen cut and opened up. The one who operated on her seems to not have been able to finish up and sew the incisions out when she died. From the looks of it, she is just about 19 or 21, certainly not above the age of 25. It was too sad to see her dead. I walked towards the center to inspect further on what might have gone wrong on this botched operation. As I came closer, I saw a faint glint in her eyes. Like a small twinkle, I saw her pupils dilate and eyeballs move! She was still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was now conscious, heavily breathing and has her eyes wide open, staring intently at me lying there muted, with large shackles on her arms and legs. Aside from the sound of her breathing, no other sound emanates from the room, no beeping hospital equipment, no rats rustling by, and I couldn’t even hear the sound of the footsteps I made. I was really scared and freaked out right there both for myself as well as the unknown individual that may die any second unless I do something. I couldn’t carry her out of that room. No way could I cut those shackles on her arms and legs. I tried to run back the door hoping to get some help from the outside. As I turn the door knob, it wouldn’t budge. Tried again and still not budging. Like a cold shower during a morning bath, there was a tingling sensation in my spine as I realized that somebody locked the door from the outside! Grasping this fact, I circled the room and see if a drawer or some sort of closet might reveal a key to open up that door. Alas, just a few seconds of hustling around proved to be empty. I was losing hope in opening the door. No equipment can be forced into it, no window to break out of. The last resort I did in trying to open that door was to bang my burly body into it and see if ill be able to forced it open or even just make a small crack on its frame. It ended up with me having a dislocated shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear that I had earlier already turned to panic once I realized I couldn’t open the door. I’m freaking out and I can’t keep myself from shaking and moaning in agony because of my bruised shoulder. Deep inside, something’s telling me that the only way to escape this nightmare was to help the lady at the operating table. I got no choice but to help her. With me nursing my injured shoulder, breathe a long heavy sigh, decided to compose myself and turned back to the operating table. At least sew her up and keep her alive till help arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m back at the center now, right there at the side of the silver surgical table, now fully composed and getting ready to sew her up. She’s still alive and seems to be feeling no pain, probably from the anesthesia. I kept thinking about what might have she done to end up on this operating table. Why are there shackles on her arms and legs? Why are they restraining her? Lots of questions swirl around my head as I put on the surgical gloves I found. Looking at the equipment and the wound incisions, it came to mind that this was not a cesarean childbirth operation. This was a late abortion surgical procedure. Judging from the way the cuts were made, there is no way they want to keep the fetus alive. Also lying there on the table was a surgical instrument used to crush a fetus’s head. It’s unmistakable. I knew this and I’m familiar with this procedure. I’ve done it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my right hand clasping the surgical scissors, I slowly and carefully tried to lift the body about 2 inches from the table, just to position the incisions so that I’ll be able to sew it properly. As I lift the cold, pasty white, pale body, I heard a faint mumbling sound. At first I couldn’t really hear from where the direction it was coming from. But the second time I heard it, I knew that the sounds were coming from her mouth. She’s trying to tell me something! What could it be? I gently and awkwardly positioned my head near her mouth just to make sense of what she’s trying to say. “We’ve come for you.” Fear was starting to build up again inside me, hearing those chilling words. “Wh-what?” I stuttered. “We are here for payback, to collect our dues.” She said. This sent shivers down my spine. “We?” I confusingly asked since she was the only person in the room. Then she slowly motioned, lifted her arms and pointed to my stomach area. “Me and him!” Right then, my body stiffened and a great pain emanated from the inside of my belly. It was so unbearable that I started to get wobbly and eventually I got on my knees. Something’s moving inside me! It’s like something was trying to escape out of me, trying to punch his way out of my stomach. Searing pain traveled all over my body. Then the worst thing happened, my belly started to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now lying there on the soot covered floor during that time because of the pain. I’m on my back, my head arched slightly upward and abdomen bloated like a 9 month pregnant individual. As I lay there, I started to understand what’s going on. This nightmare that I am in was a payback. A payback for all the sins that I’ve committed, for all the babies I’ve killed, for all the abortions that I’ve performed. This is what you’ve get if you moonlights as an abortionist. Unendurable pain, the sensation of stretching skin throbbed through your whole body as you see your stomach grew to inhuman proportions. As tears flowed down my eyes, I’ve decided to just do it. I grabbed the very first surgical knife I saw on the table, an 8 inch stainless steel scalpel and sliced through my tummy. The first cut was like a hot coal searing through my flesh. I can’t help but moan in agony. Another incision followed, then another and another. At last, there was enough opening to put my hand in to get the thing out. My left hand dig inside the wound, trying to find what caused my stomach to bloat. Then I felt it, there it was, my fingers brushed through what seems to be a tiny head, a body with small arms and legs. It was an unborn fetus inside me! I quickly pulled it, yanked it out my stomach. What I saw was the most hideous thing I’ve seen in my entire life. It was a humanoid baby covered with hair all over its body. It was ghastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gripped with fear, my first instinct was to throw the creature out to the far corner of the room. I heard it bounce on the wall then to the floor and it made the most earsplitting cry I’ve ever heard. With my guts showing, soaked in blood, my right hand still holding the scalpel, I heard it crawl through the dirty floor. The cry getting nearer and I’m overwhelmed with fright. I cannot escape the nightmare I’m in and somehow I seem to have accepted my fate. And then I blacked out and fainted……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t the loss of blood that killed me; it wasn’t the creature or the fear. It was the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-116386736377260942?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116386736377260942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=116386736377260942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116386736377260942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116386736377260942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/surgical-procedure.html' title='Surgical Procedure'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-116297447984991482</id><published>2006-11-08T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:33:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Stages of Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's what people deal with after a catastrophic personal lost as decribed by Kübler-Ross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Five_stages_of_grief"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Five_stages_of_grief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The stages are:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; Denial and isolation&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "This can't be real" stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.: "This is not happening to me." "There must be a mistake"&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Anger&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "Why me?" stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.: "How dare you do this to me?!" (either referring to God, the late person, or themselves)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Bargaining&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "If I do this, you’ll do that" stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.: "Just let me live to see my son graduate."&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Depression&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "Defeated" stage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.: "I can't bear to face going through this, putting my family through this."&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Acceptance&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "This is going to happen" stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.: "I'm ready, I don't want to struggle anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now i want to describe every stages that I'm dealing with right now...&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm denying that I'm falling from her.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm angry to myself because I don't have the guts to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm bargaining that we stay that way although it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm depress that I intoxicate myself to forget things.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm accepting things and getting ready to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-116297447984991482?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116297447984991482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=116297447984991482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116297447984991482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116297447984991482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/five-stages-of-grief.html' title='Five Stages of Grief'/><author><name>gener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425464674104948355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-116279612074490015</id><published>2006-11-06T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:55:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Grapes</title><content type='html'>It simply means being a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the phrase &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sour grapes&lt;/span&gt; originated from a fable of Aesop, The Fox and the Grapes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia defines this metaphor as a false denial of one's desire for something that one fails to acquire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I am, after all, a sore loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-116279612074490015?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116279612074490015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=116279612074490015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116279612074490015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116279612074490015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/sour-grapes.html' title='Sour Grapes'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-116191019954774010</id><published>2006-10-27T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:49:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Credible No More</title><content type='html'>According to Hyperdictionary.com, the word CREDIBLE (pronunciation: 'kredubul) means [adj.] capable of being believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lost it... I lost it to the one I like. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's good. It's a good start as I change my course. Sometimes, I think I'm just being paranoid. I assumed so much, which makes me feel like a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better when I stay in my room, surfing the net and reading Tagalog erotic stories on PEx all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw her! There are many others in ITZAMATCH.COM. Ha ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-116191019954774010?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116191019954774010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=116191019954774010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116191019954774010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116191019954774010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/credible-no-more.html' title='Credible No More'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-116163251823720484</id><published>2006-10-24T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T03:41:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripped Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/85/274187478_19403aec33.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/85/274187478_19403aec33.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How's it been for you guys? I am here to post my  ups and downs since I've last blogged here. first down is that I miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;- I've met a fine girl in a club and she was the one to ask to dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down&lt;/span&gt;- shes been kinda shady lately and would sometimes not return my calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;- I've made it to SFSUs Journalism program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down&lt;/span&gt;- I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;-I don't spend any money on gas anymore, because I just commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down&lt;/span&gt;-It's hard getting a date, since I do not have my car in SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;-I am in the big city now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down&lt;/span&gt;- no one to enjoy it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;-My reporting skills are improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down&lt;/span&gt;- I've been writing 6 page papers every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up Up Up!!&lt;/span&gt; - I had my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first photo on the SF state paper &lt;/span&gt;(one front page. one inside.) It is required to have had done with photojourn2 and reporting to be on the paper - I haven't had photojourn2 and I'm not done with reporting yet. So it means a lot to me. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up Up and more Up!!&lt;/span&gt; - I won &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st place on Northern Caifornia's City College Photo Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; competition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down Down&lt;/span&gt;- I am behind with my reporting class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down way down-&lt;/span&gt; Its been hard to find a girl that really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy where I am now, but the workload has been killing me. I am happy that I am surrounded with bunch of good-looking women, but I have none to call my own. I am happy that I am a junior now (again, computer engineering junior before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga kapatid how I wish you are all there to be with me during my ups and downs. To celebrate with me, To tell me its going to be fine when all seems hopeless, to laugh, and to cry, to drink till sunrise like we did before, and to spend a whole day doing nothing to enjoy the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence without no one to enjoy it with me has been an ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal ko kayo mga pre. Till next time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-116163251823720484?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116163251823720484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=116163251823720484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116163251823720484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116163251823720484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/stripped-down.html' title='Stripped Down'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-116132933927153271</id><published>2006-10-20T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:28:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Course</title><content type='html'>The past days I learned that there are things that are not really for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to accept but it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stay in CFA has been one of the happiest moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed true, that good things never last. Yes, there are good things in CFA yet I know, it would not last. How sad and yes it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my life must go on. I just need to accept that "she's not meant for me". I know it sounds bullshit but, hey, it's fucking true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I make her my priority if I'm just her option???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it... and guess what??? I'm still a loser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-116132933927153271?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116132933927153271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=116132933927153271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116132933927153271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/116132933927153271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/changing-course.html' title='Changing Course'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-115732250206317811</id><published>2006-09-04T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:50:14.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and Madness by Oliver and Gener</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 243px" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-8376794882754817767" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" hl="en"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday night at Los Indios Bar, Malate. Oliver and Gener saw an opportunity to sing in front of a live audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty fucking cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for the poor quality of the video. It was taken with my shitty cameraphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-115732250206317811?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115732250206317811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=115732250206317811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115732250206317811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115732250206317811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/beauty-and-madness-by-oliver-and-gener.html' title='Beauty and Madness by Oliver and Gener'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-115730880903134672</id><published>2006-09-04T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:28:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you stumble… you’re bound to fall…&lt;br /&gt;And if you do… do not cry…&lt;br /&gt;For your tears will drop naturally&lt;br /&gt;And if it does… do not sob…&lt;br /&gt;It won’t do you any good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you fall?&lt;br /&gt;Was it you?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it them?&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;Think Harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Look…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;And so is your mind&lt;br /&gt;It sees things what it wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;Why not use your heart instead?&lt;br /&gt;It sees things that only you can see&lt;br /&gt;Have you found what you’re looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Look closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;It’s always been half empty or half full&lt;br /&gt;So which side you’re on now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Harder and Think again…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-115730880903134672?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115730880903134672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=115730880903134672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115730880903134672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115730880903134672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/harder_04.html' title='Harder...'/><author><name>vanray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040763640662602618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-115730842953961457</id><published>2006-09-04T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:06:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I REALLY HATE ANGELS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR YEARS HAD GONE BY…&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER GET TO NOTICED IT&lt;br /&gt;‘TIL I HEARD SOMEONE WHISPERED HER NAME…&lt;br /&gt;I TURNED AROUND, BUT ONLY TO FIND MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;STARING AT NOTHING…&lt;br /&gt;STANDING ON NOWHERE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE NEVER FELT SO COLD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT TOOK A WHILE FOR ME TO REALIZE…&lt;br /&gt;…THAT IT WAS JUST MY HEART ALL ALONG…&lt;br /&gt;…WHISPERING HOW MUCH I MISS HER…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT DOES SHE EVER MISSES ME TOO ?&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;I’LL NEVER KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS I WALK , MEMORIES BEGUN TO BITE…&lt;br /&gt;OF ALL THE TIME WE SPENT TOGETHER ,&lt;br /&gt;I’LL NEVER GONNA FORGET THAT DAY,&lt;br /&gt;…THE DAY SHE CALLED MY NAME…&lt;br /&gt;…SMILED AT ME…&lt;br /&gt;…AND TURNED AWAY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE NEVER FELT SO ALONE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE NEVER ASKED ME TO LEAVE…&lt;br /&gt;SHE NEVER ASKED ME TO STAY…&lt;br /&gt;I’M CONFUSED…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“DID I FAIL TO LOVE YOU MORE EACH DAY…&lt;br /&gt;…THAT MADE YOU TURN AWAY ?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I SAW HER LAUGHING WITH THIS GUY&lt;br /&gt;MADE ME WANNA LOSE MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY SHE LOOKS INTO HIS EYES,&lt;br /&gt;THAT SMILE ON HER FACE…&lt;br /&gt;…THINGS THAT I NEVER SAW…&lt;br /&gt;…WHEN SHE WAS WITH ME…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE NEVER FELT SO UNFAIR …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS SOME WORDS ARE BETTER LEFT UNSPOKEN…&lt;br /&gt;SOME THINGS ARE BETTER LEFT UNDONE…&lt;br /&gt;BUT HOW WAS I…? I’M NOT READY FOR GOODBYE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“DID YOU BUILD ME UP ONLY TO LET ME FALL ?”&lt;br /&gt;IT DIDN’T MATTER THEN…&lt;br /&gt;IT WOULDN’T MATTER NOW…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT I WAS MORE THAN A FRIEND TO HER…&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT ONE DAY SHE’LL SEE THINGS MY WAY…&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS ESPECIAL…&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW I KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;A THOUSAND TEARS WOULD NEVER BRING HER BACK ,&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW…BECAUSE I CRIED…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE NEVER CRIED A RIVER OF TEARS BEFORE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW WE’RE STRANGERS AGAIN…&lt;br /&gt;A NOBODY…THAT’S ALL I’VE EVER BEEN…&lt;br /&gt;…THAT’S ALL I EVER WILL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WAS IT I ? WHO HOLD ON YOU TOO TIGHT ?”&lt;br /&gt;I’M SORRY , I’M AS SCARED AS A BABY TO LOSE YOU…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN NEVER LOSE… WHAT I NEVER HAD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL I KEEP ON WALKING ?&lt;br /&gt;OR SHOULD I KEEP ON WAITING ?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL YOU KNOW I MUST MOVE ON…BUT,&lt;br /&gt;…BOY I CAN’T LET GO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL SHE LOOK MY WAY…&lt;br /&gt;…IF I STAND IN HER WAY ?&lt;br /&gt;THERE’S GOT TO BE SOME OTHER WAY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW SOMEHOW…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’M BEGINNING TO HATE HER…AGAIN…&lt;br /&gt;…’COZ I’VE STARTED TO LOVE HER…’TIL THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT WHEN SHE SMILES AT HIM…&lt;br /&gt;…BUT IF IT IS JOY THAT SHE FEELS…&lt;br /&gt;…I’LL BE HAPPY FOR HER…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT WHENEVER I SEE THEM…&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MORE WHEN SHE LOOKS AT HIM…&lt;br /&gt;…BUT IF IT IS LOVE THAT SHE SEES…&lt;br /&gt;…THEN I REST MY CASE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO YOU MY ANGEL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER FELT TRUE LOVE UNTIL YOU CAME…&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEVER FELT TRUE SADNESS UNTIL YOU LEFT…&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE HARDEST PART IS…YOU NEVER SAID GOODBYE…&lt;br /&gt;…YOU NEVER DID…&lt;br /&gt;…SO I’LL JUST SAY…-”THANK YOU,” INSTEAD…&lt;br /&gt;…AND WALK AWAY SO YOU WON’T SEE ME CRY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, I REALLY HATE ANGELS…!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-115730842953961457?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115730842953961457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=115730842953961457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115730842953961457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115730842953961457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-really-hate-angels.html' title='&quot;I REALLY HATE ANGELS&quot;'/><author><name>vanray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040763640662602618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-115709922647718012</id><published>2006-09-01T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:23:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO SORRY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started on the right foot&lt;br /&gt;You and I, hand in hand as we walk&lt;br /&gt;But somehow along this winding road&lt;br /&gt;I lost track of where I am&lt;br /&gt;I look back, but only to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Holding nobody...&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what I had&lt;br /&gt;Until I felt sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way back to you&lt;br /&gt;Who's holding you now?&lt;br /&gt;If only I've been half the man I was&lt;br /&gt;If only I've said the right words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand tears can never bring you back&lt;br /&gt;I know because I cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always been a one way street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took you for granted&lt;br /&gt;You never felt appreciated&lt;br /&gt;Never gave you all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me this when I say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only you that I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;It's only you that I ever waited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you, I wanna walk this road with&lt;br /&gt;It's you, I wanna live my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank not the day I saw you&lt;br /&gt;But the day we found each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took not only my heart with you&lt;br /&gt;But everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;And everything I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;You see I build this dream with you in it&lt;br /&gt;But now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Empty dreams are all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man will be ever worth your tears&lt;br /&gt;And the one who is...&lt;br /&gt;Will never make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserved someone better&lt;br /&gt;Someone who won't make the same mistake I did&lt;br /&gt;Not even the way I treated you&lt;br /&gt;And if you find him&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Never let him go&lt;br /&gt;You deserved to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I can only make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just sit here and think of you&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one day you'll pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't said our line...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't said "I'm sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;And you haven't said "Goodbye..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this road I'll wait...&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait... until the sun and the moon leaves the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-115709922647718012?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115709922647718012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=115709922647718012' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115709922647718012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115709922647718012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-sorry.html' title='I&apos;M SO SORRY...'/><author><name>gener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425464674104948355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-115517857955418920</id><published>2006-08-10T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:56:19.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! I'm 24</title><content type='html'>It's the 10th of August, I'm 24. Wala pa rin nangyayaring OK sa buhay ko. Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-115517857955418920?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115517857955418920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=115517857955418920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115517857955418920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/115517857955418920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-im-24.html' title='Hey! I&apos;m 24'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-114715635582420805</id><published>2006-05-09T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T14:32:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New project for John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/143279845/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/143279845_374b0cb042_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/143279845/"&gt;New project for John&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was able to chat with John and he showed me a bunch of pictures that he photographed. The pictures were awesome and it really really looks professionally shot. John asked me to create a website to showcase the pictures.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now my new project. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the first draft of the site......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come. Feedback naman dyan....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-114715635582420805?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/114715635582420805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=114715635582420805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114715635582420805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114715635582420805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-project-for-john.html' title='New project for John'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-114463070609954232</id><published>2006-04-10T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T08:58:26.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM always available Online</title><content type='html'>I installed GAIM in my PC.&lt;br /&gt;I am now always available online at these addresses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On YAHOO IM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTHELPDESK@YAHOO.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On GOOGLE TALK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEMATRIXHASME@GMAIL.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-114463070609954232?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/114463070609954232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=114463070609954232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114463070609954232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114463070609954232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-always-available-online.html' title='IM always available Online'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-114411461868484893</id><published>2006-04-04T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:36:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftershock</title><content type='html'>Muli na naman kaming uminom ng alak kagabi. Quince años ang tinumba namin. Apat lang kami ng aking mga ka-opisina. Biglaan ang pag-inom kaya’t dali-dali rin ang ikot ng tagay. Lahat sila ay umaangal sapagkat sadyang mabilis ang ikot. Mabuti na lang at na-solve kami sa aming biniling pulutan. Konting tsitsirya lang at mainit na sabaw, tamang-tama ang amats. Sinundan namin ito ng tapsilog at pagkatapos n’on ay nag-uwian na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayong umaga may aftershock pa rin. Mabuti na lang at wala ng pasok ang mga estudyante at mabilis ang byahe ngunit na-late ako sa pagpasok ko sa opisina. Isang mahabang araw na naman ito. Sana ay mawala na itong aftershock na nararamdaman ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-114411461868484893?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/114411461868484893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=114411461868484893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114411461868484893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114411461868484893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/04/aftershock.html' title='Aftershock'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-114403336680756883</id><published>2006-04-03T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:02:46.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matindi ang Init</title><content type='html'>Ramdam na ramdam na ang init ngayong Abril. Lahat ay umaangal sa init na nararamdaman. Kahapon ay maghapon lang ako sa bahay. Buong araw kong inaayos ang aking mga music files. Hindi ko pa rin tapos, siguro mga nasa 10 to 15 percent pa lang ang mga naayos kong file name. Kapag naayos ko na lahat ay pagsasamahin ko naman sa iisang folder. Siguro by next week ay maaayos ko na silang lahat. Isusunod ko naman ang pag-ayos ng mga images at photos sa computer ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buong araw din kaming kumakain ng aking kamag-anak kahapon. Marami na ang nakapapansin na tumataba ako. Hindi naman ako umaangal sapagkat totoo naman. Halata naman sa muling paglaki ng aking tyan at mga bilbil at ramdam ko rin ang aking pagbigat. Hindi ko kasi mapigilan ang pagkain. Marahil na rin sa sitwasyon naming sa opisina. Kailangang may pang-divert ka ng problema upang hindi ka ma-pressure. Ngayong araw na ito, susubukan ko na makabalik sa gym o di naman ay gamitin ang biniling stationary bicycle sa bahay. Mahirap na baka lumobo ako ulit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang ay maging maayos na ang lahat pagkatapos ng mahal na araw. Masyadong maraming problema sa opisina at may mga dapat din akong pagtuunan ng pansin. Ang hirap talaga ng buhay ngayon. Lahat ng bagay ay tumitindi… Pati ang init ay tumitindi… Tubig nga…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-114403336680756883?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/114403336680756883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=114403336680756883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114403336680756883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114403336680756883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/04/matindi-ang-init.html' title='Matindi ang Init'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-114385120433647828</id><published>2006-04-01T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T08:26:44.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi ba't April Fool's Day?</title><content type='html'>Good luck sa akin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-114385120433647828?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/114385120433647828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=114385120433647828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114385120433647828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114385120433647828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/04/hindi-bat-april-fools-day.html' title='Hindi ba&apos;t April Fool&apos;s Day?'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-114363674683823226</id><published>2006-03-29T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:52:26.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>Anak ng...  Bakit ako lang ang nagpo-post? Magparamdam naman kayo dyan! Anak ng...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-114363674683823226?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/114363674683823226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=114363674683823226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114363674683823226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114363674683823226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-114083484412791054</id><published>2006-02-25T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:34:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isa na lang...</title><content type='html'>Mabuti na lang at natapos na namin ang project sa school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninang madaling araw ay natapos na namin ang AVP para sa concert ni Mitch Valdes sa darating na Lunes sa may GSIS theater. Pagkatapos ng 2 revision ng AVP ay sumakto na ang timpla sa panlasa ng mga taga-DSWD. Salamat sa aking mahusay na classmate na si Sheillavie at sa tulong na rin ng aming Creative Consultant na si Prof. Chris Cortado, maayos ang kinalabasan ng video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ay pwede na akong magsimula sa aking mga assignments sa office. Siguradong matatapos ko na ang mga sinusulat ko dahil wala na akong aalalahanin pa sa school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago ako magtapos, isa munang maligayang pagbati sa aming kapatid na si OLIVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, 'Tol! Kailan ang inuman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa muli...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-114083484412791054?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/114083484412791054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=114083484412791054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114083484412791054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/114083484412791054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/02/isa-na-lang.html' title='Isa na lang...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113971238090083124</id><published>2006-02-12T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:46:20.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay ikli ng panahon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Itong mga nakaraang mga araw, halos hindi ko na magawa lahat ng mga kailangan kong tapusin. Sabay-sabay ang mga assignments ko sa school at ganoon na rin sa aking deadline sa opisina.&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko minsan na i-give up na lang ang trabaho. Ngunit ayaw kong umalis sa CFA. May mga kaibigan akong natagpuan doon. Isa pa, kahit maliit lang ang sahod ko ay napagbibigyan ko naman ang luho ko. Iyon nga lang, kulang talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong nakaraang linggo, umugong ang balita sa aming opisina tungkol sa future ng Barkada Magazine. At noong Biyernes, nagkaroon ng linaw ang lahat. Babaguhin ang content ng Barkada. Hindi pa tapos ang brainstorming, ngunit ito ang napagpasyahan ng Nakatataas.&lt;br /&gt;Excited ako ngunit naiinis din sa magaganap. Hindi lubos ang kagalakan ko sa pagbabago ng Barkada. Naisip ko, bagong ang sistema ngunit ang dati pa rin ang mga magpapalakad. Hindi lubos ang pagbabago. Kulang. Ngunit, umaasa ako na may magandang kahihinatnan ang lakad na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At itong nagdaang mga lingo rin ay may nangyaring kanais-nais sa akin. Pambihira talaga ang puso kapag naglaro. Ngunit may natutunan ako sa nakaraan ko. At ito ang magiging sandigan ko sa bagong hamon ng pag-ibig na ito. Hindi na ako tulad ng dati na kalilimutan ang lahat dahil sa lang sa pag-ibig. Pero hindi rito nagtatapos. Baka sa mga susunod na linggo ay lamunin ko ang lahat ng sinabi tungkol sa pag-ibig. Isa lang ang dapat kong gawin! Hinay-hinay lang... cool lang dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana matapos na ang lahat ng ito. Gusto ko namang pasayahin ang sarili ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulang... ngayon ay kulang na para sa akin ang 24 oras. Sana dumating uli ang panahon na ang 24 oras ay sobra para sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113971238090083124?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113971238090083124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113971238090083124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113971238090083124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113971238090083124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/02/kay-ikli-ng-panahon.html' title='Kay ikli ng panahon...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113857591245185932</id><published>2006-01-30T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:05:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1949/783/1600/kim%20%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1949/783/320/kim%20%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share ko lang tong ink sketch ko. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113857591245185932?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113857591245185932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113857591245185932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113857591245185932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113857591245185932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/01/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113853758520027786</id><published>2006-01-29T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:26:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinagyang 2006</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Iloilo mga kapatid. The city is nice and the Ilonggos too. Hope we could all go together there. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113853758520027786?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113853758520027786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113853758520027786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113853758520027786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113853758520027786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/01/dinagyang-2006.html' title='Dinagyang 2006'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113698651995615664</id><published>2006-01-11T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:35:19.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen Narnia</title><content type='html'>I watched it sa SM Manila. Alone. Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113698651995615664?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113698651995615664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113698651995615664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113698651995615664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113698651995615664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-seen-narnia.html' title='I&apos;ve seen Narnia'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113680420256261864</id><published>2006-01-09T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:00:00.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asan Ka? (tula)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1949/783/1600/asanka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1949/783/320/asanka.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:courier new;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asan ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tumungo ako sa kung saan kita huling naghagkan,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ngunit pati anino mo ako’y tinataguan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa mataong lugar,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hinahanap ang iyong ngiti,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At nangarap matawag muli nang iyong tinig.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tumuloy ako sa aking paglakad,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nakatitig sa lupa’t&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yapak mo’y ipinagbakasakaling mahagilap.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Umulan at bakas ng iyong paa tuluyang naglaho.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tinangay ng ihip ng hangin,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Binaha, binubura bawat tulo.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nagtakbuhan na nga sila’t ayaw mabasa&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tao sa kalsada’y biglang naglaho’t nawala.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tinawag na katangahan ang pagtahak patungo sa’yo sa piling ng unos.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ito’y hindi ko ininda dahil mahal kitang lubos.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hindi ako sumuko,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hinarap ang hanging tumutulak sakin palayo,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Palayo sayo.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sumabay sa bugso nang ulan ang aking luhang pinipilit itago.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asan ka? aking isinigaw ngunit ito’y nilamon nang kulog.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asan ka? Aking ibinulong ngunit ito’y hinigop ng ulan.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asan ka?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asan k?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asan?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asa?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113680420256261864?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113680420256261864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113680420256261864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113680420256261864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113680420256261864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/01/asan-ka-tula.html' title='Asan Ka? (tula)'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113629579006363311</id><published>2006-01-03T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:43:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Not So Manic Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's our first day of the year at work and it we're very busy! Busy talking stuffs that aren't related to our work. Ha ha ha! That's because all our magazines are all in for printing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to participate on our annual planning because this will be my first time to do so. Our ailing magazine, Barkada, was spared from being sacked. However, they decided to reduce the number of pages and study its contents. We still have to talk about this on the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to hear from our very dear friend, John. I want you to know that we miss you too, pre. We hope to see you soon and we wish you the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul... out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113629579006363311?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113629579006363311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113629579006363311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113629579006363311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113629579006363311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-so-manic-tuesday.html' title='A Not So Manic Tuesday'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113627585037433819</id><published>2006-01-03T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:10:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing The Good Ol' Times</title><content type='html'>Mga pare, homesick lang ako. It's been awhile since I last posted anything here. Medyo naging busy ako sa school and work. I've spent my Christmas with my cousins. Tambay, kain, laro ng poker at inum lang sa isang bahay. I've worked new years eve sa Max till 9 pm, tapos uwi sa bahay and ate dinner with family. Natulog na rin ako after that kasi kelangan ko pang gumising nang maaga to work again. Boring noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next spirng semester I'm taking 18 units. I'm just trying to finish all my pre-req to transfer to San Fran State. Nga pla, I'll double major, photojournalism and Asian American studies. I hope this gives me an edge when the time I need to get a work. Maybe 2-3 years pa ako to finish. I'm excited this next semester dahil photo editor na ako sa school newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovelife has been in its all time low. I've had a couple of prospects, kaso either may bf na or nauunahan ako. tsk tsk. I had a couple of flings pero I never scored all the way, and if i did i don't think i would have been proud or happy of it either. I want a serious relationship na mga kapatid, pero ang hirap maghanap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila, just wait. But i feel i've been waiting in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana andito rin kayo. Sana makagala ulit tayo. Kamiss talaga pare. I feel that i've been doing everything myself and no one to share my frustrations and hardships. Pag may problema and computer ko, wala akong barkadang matawag para tulungan ayusin ang pc ko habng nagiinuman. Wala akong barkadang matawagan kung nababato ako, o kayay gustong sabihan ng problema. Wala akong barkadang mapuntahan para tumambay. Wala akong matawagan para gumala anytime. Kung gusto kong manood ng sine, kung gusto kong magkape, kung gusto kong umiya, kung gusto kong pagmayabang ang bago kong cellphone, o bagong game na gusto kong laruin ninyo rin ...ang hirap pare. Ang layo ninyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you guys the best this year. Nga pla,  this year is the year of the dog mga kapatid! This is our year. Year of the dog tayong mga 1982. We will kick-ass no doubt, I just hope and wish that we're not miles away while kicking all their arses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John G. Hernandez signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113627585037433819?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113627585037433819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113627585037433819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113627585037433819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113627585037433819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/01/missing-good-ol-times.html' title='Missing The Good Ol&apos; Times'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113608387295243994</id><published>2006-01-01T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T10:51:12.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>Mga 'tol, happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;Sana maging masagana at maganda ang bagong taon para sa ating lahat.&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na kayong lahat, sana magkita-kita naman tayo.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck sa ating lahat...&lt;br /&gt;Alak pa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul... out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113608387295243994?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113608387295243994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113608387295243994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113608387295243994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113608387295243994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-2006.html' title='Happy 2006!!!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113577367767309379</id><published>2005-12-28T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:41:17.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI: NY Marathon</title><content type='html'>Nasa 6th disc na ako. Bukas tapos ko na 'to. Thanks to Boboy.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas break sa office. One week din ang rest ko. Nakakainip! Parang hindi holiday. Hindi festive ang mood. Tapos nasabayan pa ng mga suck up moments at kung anu-anong kabaduyan at kakornihan. Hirap talagang napapasubo... sabi nga nila "it's the crazy little thing called L.O.V.E."&lt;br /&gt;Bukas, pupunta ako sa outside world. Nang malanghap ko naman ang Maynila. Tingin-tingin, kapag may nagustuhan, bibilhin.&lt;br /&gt;Wala na! Wala ng 'yong plan na Christmas party ng JOMARPAGE. Dapat talaga hindi pinaplano, kasi naman hindi na tayo natuto. Tsk! Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa muli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul... OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113577367767309379?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113577367767309379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113577367767309379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113577367767309379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113577367767309379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/12/csi-ny-marathon.html' title='CSI: NY Marathon'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113451381286123882</id><published>2005-12-14T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T06:43:32.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta agree with that one</title><content type='html'>I agree Paul. Dito sa may METROBANK malapit sa amin, ang gaganda nga. Siguro mga 20- 28 lang mga age nun. Syempre dapat presentable yung kaharap mo para marami kang ideposit na pera.... Wahehehehehehe. ganun ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... gotta watch KING KONG later. Cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113451381286123882?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113451381286123882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113451381286123882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113451381286123882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113451381286123882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/12/gotta-agree-with-that-one.html' title='Gotta agree with that one'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113404887692350617</id><published>2005-12-08T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:34:39.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Ladies Behind the Counter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is based on my experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna find young, sexy and very good-looking ladies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to the nearest bank!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know! I have been to a couple of banks these days and the I realized this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful ladies are inside a bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, to be sure I suggest you go visit Banco de Oro and Bank of the Philippine Islands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allied Bank, uhmmm... Pwede na!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I will really recommend going to Banco de Oro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you feel you want to brighten your day by looking for high-quality, young and sexy daisies, try visiting these banks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113404887692350617?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113404887692350617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113404887692350617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113404887692350617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113404887692350617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/12/those-ladies-behind-counter.html' title='Those Ladies Behind the Counter'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113396087217669376</id><published>2005-12-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:07:52.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I feel the pressure of being an employee and at the same, a student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pakiramdam ko kulang na ang 24 oras para sa akin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maraming ginagawa sa work at marami ring ginagawa sa school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naisip ko na kailangan lang ng tiyaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sana lang, ako'y umaasa na may patutunguhan itong ginagawa ko ngayon sa buhay ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang dami kong gusto pero hindi ko magawa lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maraming sagabal at maraming dapat intindihin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tama ang sinabi ng isa kong kakilala, mahirap maging mediocre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113396087217669376?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113396087217669376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113396087217669376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113396087217669376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113396087217669376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/12/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-113361956276807339</id><published>2005-12-03T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:19:22.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Days and it's Christmas again!</title><content type='html'>Ang bilis ng panahon. Parang kailan lang ang nagdaang Pasko. Heto't paparating na muli.&lt;br /&gt;Marami na ang nagbago mula noong nakaraang taon.&lt;br /&gt;May trabaho na ako at muli akong nag-aaral.&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, ang dami kong gustong mangyari sa buhay ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;Kung may paraan lang upang matupad itong lahat, matagal ko nang ginawa.&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang at may mga taong nagmamahal sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapaalala...&lt;br /&gt;Gumagabay...&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapasaya sa akin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sa mga taong nakapaligid sa akin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat, mahal ko kayong lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang paalala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-swipe mo! Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Paul... OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-113361956276807339?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113361956276807339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=113361956276807339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113361956276807339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/113361956276807339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/12/22-days-and-its-christmas-again.html' title='22 Days and it&apos;s Christmas again!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112977746652961672</id><published>2005-10-20T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:04:26.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiming High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/54195362/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/54195362_003610b53d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/54195362/"&gt;Aiming High&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What should i do with my life?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112977746652961672?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112977746652961672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112977746652961672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112977746652961672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112977746652961672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/10/aiming-high.html' title='Aiming High'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112907346234399110</id><published>2005-10-12T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T07:32:16.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and still a loser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112907346234399110?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112907346234399110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112907346234399110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112907346234399110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112907346234399110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/10/23-and-still-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112824374174133919</id><published>2005-10-02T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:02:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool site about Lost</title><content type='html'>Kung may spare time kayo mga Pare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hanttula.com/projects/lost/intro.htm"&gt;http://www.hanttula.com/projects/lost/intro.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112824374174133919?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112824374174133919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112824374174133919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112824374174133919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112824374174133919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/10/cool-site-about-lost.html' title='Cool site about Lost'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112729652516360778</id><published>2005-09-21T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:55:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really SUCK!!!</title><content type='html'>Ka-inis! Torpe talaga ako. Arghhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112729652516360778?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112729652516360778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112729652516360778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112729652516360778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112729652516360778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-really-suck.html' title='I really SUCK!!!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112707763194249042</id><published>2005-09-19T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T05:07:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial up sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/44441469/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/44441469_a32659a972_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/44441469/"&gt;Dial up sucks!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bought some new stuffs for my pc. The old mobo got busted. Still waiting for my high speed wirelesS Internet connection from Meridian Telekoms. I hope they'll be able to install it.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112707763194249042?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112707763194249042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112707763194249042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112707763194249042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112707763194249042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/09/dial-up-sucks.html' title='Dial up sucks!'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112623829112361976</id><published>2005-09-09T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:58:19.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test Moblog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/41616593/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/22/41616593_660bf0853a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerboboy/41616593/"&gt;This is a test Moblog.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tylerboboy/"&gt;Tyler Boboy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a test Moblog. 11 am at home. Just woke up. This is sent directly from my phone...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112623829112361976?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112623829112361976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112623829112361976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112623829112361976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112623829112361976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-test-moblog.html' title='This is a test Moblog.'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112622230029377112</id><published>2005-09-09T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T07:31:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new number</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09178050375&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112622230029377112?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112622230029377112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112622230029377112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112622230029377112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112622230029377112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-number.html' title='My new number'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112598667040823148</id><published>2005-09-06T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:04:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random crap</title><content type='html'>I'm still testing the camera on my new phone Sony Ericsson W800i. Here are some random crap that i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img362.imageshack.us/my.php?image=orchid5km.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/3291/orchid5km.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img392.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ninoy1ad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img392.imageshack.us/img392/8430/ninoy1ad.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img392.imageshack.us/my.php?image=keyboard4hz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img392.imageshack.us/img392/7638/keyboard4hz.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img366.imageshack.us/my.php?image=freakydoll4zc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/9725/freakydoll4zc.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img215.imageshack.us/my.php?image=stufftoy8vv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/2049/stufftoy8vv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112598667040823148?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112598667040823148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112598667040823148' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112598667040823148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112598667040823148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-random-crap.html' title='Some random crap'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112500712236120221</id><published>2005-08-26T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T05:58:42.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112500712236120221?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112500712236120221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112500712236120221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112500712236120221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112500712236120221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/08/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112478622243068361</id><published>2005-08-23T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:38:58.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ako'y nalilito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonstar88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali na lang&lt;br /&gt;Maaari bang pagbigyan&lt;br /&gt;Aalis na nga&lt;br /&gt;Maaari bang hawakan ang iyong mga kamay&lt;br /&gt;Sana ay maabot ng langit ang iyong mga ngiti&lt;br /&gt;Sana ay masilip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang mag-alala&lt;br /&gt;Di ko ipipilit sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na lilipad ang isip ko'y torete sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang gabi pa nga lang&lt;br /&gt;Nang tayo'y pinagtagpo&lt;br /&gt;Na parang may tumulak&lt;br /&gt;Nanlalamig, nanginginig na ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko nung una&lt;br /&gt;May bukas ang ganito&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti pang umiwas&lt;br /&gt;Pero salamat na rin at nagtagpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Torete, torete, torete ako&lt;br /&gt;Torete, torete, torete sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torete, torete, torete ako&lt;br /&gt;Torete, torete, torete ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torete, torete, torete sa'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112478622243068361?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112478622243068361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112478622243068361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112478622243068361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112478622243068361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/08/akoy-nalilito.html' title='Ako&apos;y nalilito...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112444226807841514</id><published>2005-08-19T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:04:28.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>Musta? It's nice to read your blogs! I feel that somehow you guys are just somewhere behind my monitor. Yo Pol, about this girl, just be upfront, and let her know what your intentions are. Don't wait any longer. Its better to know now the real score, than to postpone it and find out that you've been wasting your time all along. Kung ayaw, hanap ng iba. Kung gusto, e di at least you'll be starting early with getting to know each other. Be agressive. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen one episode of Lost, and i agree that it is a good show to watch. The problem is, I dont have time to watchTV. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time right now is divided with School, Work, Clubbing, Reading House Of M (Marvel Universe Special), and playing World Of Warcraft (This game is so addictive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World of Warcraft: One of the people i've been playing with said he's from the Philippines! He said he buys a gamecard good for every two months. I'm hoping that atleast in an online universe the barkada could still hangout as fantasy characters. Since I play really late (around 1 - 5 am) then we could play together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys! Uwi na ako dyan... I hope soon. Ipon.Ipon. Kaso ang hirap. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112444226807841514?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112444226807841514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112444226807841514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112444226807841514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112444226807841514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/08/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112442230566312424</id><published>2005-08-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T11:31:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Does Matter</title><content type='html'>I am already 23 years old and my mind still thinks like a kid. I just couldn't resist to act like one because, honestly, I feel great everytime I do it. In my more than 4 months in the "real world", most of my colleagues touched my life and some of them inspired me about life.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am thinking. Is this the right time to think that I am ready to be mature enough about life? Is it time to move on with my life? Maybe I should start fixing my so-called damned life and where would I begin? That is definitely for me to find out. All I need is to be confident and this will guide me through my desire... The real me. Life is beautiful and this world has a lot of things to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112442230566312424?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112442230566312424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112442230566312424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112442230566312424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112442230566312424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/08/age-does-matter.html' title='Age Does Matter'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112423726515026703</id><published>2005-08-17T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T08:07:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No frakking way!</title><content type='html'>Nice to know that Paul also had seen the ever intriguing suspense - mystery series LOST!. You're missing out a lot if you still havent seen it yet. Johnny boy, i suggest you buy the original DVDs. It's $ 38.99 on AMAZON. Alam naman namin na kayang kaya mo yan Johnny boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Season starts on September in the States. Lucky for them. As for us..... well, antayin na lang sa muslim DVDs yan... Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipapalabas din pala to sa Studio 23 kaso di ko alam kung kailan. AXN din palabas to di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite episode ko yung NUMBERS. Hurley's flashback story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my DVD player right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BATTLESTAR GALACTICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'll be a fan of Space Opera science Fiction. Great character interaction. Awesome music and the special effects is not bad either. The cool use of shaky-fidgety cam makes it "realistic". There are adult moments din(If you know what i mean ;)! Female characters are damn hotties as well (BOOMER! Number 6. Pwede na rin si STARBUCK!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEADWOOD SEASON 1 &amp; 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still on the first few episodes. Before i saw it, I'm thinking I'll just get bored by the series. Not a big fan of westerns. Pero once i started watching it. Aba, ok din pala. Great characters nanaman! Al Swearengen rocks! Its like the SOPRANOS but set in the 1870s. To think na historically accurate pa ang series na ito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of sex scenes din. Tits and ass. Scenes of whores being fucked. My kind of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest on my DVD shelves:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SpongeBob Squarepants season 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAtest movie seen on the SiLVERSCREEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Great RAID&lt;/strong&gt; -Pwede na rin. Its like one long episode of BAND OF BROTHERS. Too much talking 3/4 into the movie. They should have added more to the great raid. Sana they added more drama + action involving the 21 filipinos that died. But its a hollywood movie so obviously they focused more on the AMERICANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography is good. Cool yung 1940s manila! ok na rin sina Cesar and the reset of the Pinoy actors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bittorrent Download music:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&amp;Y CoLDPLAY&lt;br /&gt;DEMON DAYS GORILLAZ&lt;br /&gt;Music from the OC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-excited na ko sa PINOY BIG BROTHER. hehehehe, but i guess magfloflop ito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112423726515026703?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112423726515026703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112423726515026703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112423726515026703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112423726515026703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-frakking-way.html' title='No frakking way!'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112410909445230835</id><published>2005-08-15T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:31:34.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost... I am lost!</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching the first season of Lost. I can't wait to see the second season. I hope it would win this year's Emmys especially the best drama category. O' Quinn is great as John Locke. He's the best. I also like Garcia as Hugo or better known as Hurley. Sawyer is what kind of guy I want to be. &lt;em&gt;"Maangas pero may dating."&lt;/em&gt; Hehe... As for the women, I like Yunjin Kim. Whoa! She's hot, man! Well, Lily's hot, too. But I like Sun better. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally lost with this girl I've been texting for a while. I don't know where I stand. I now, I have my own mistakes, too. But to she keeps me wondering. I'm thinking that I am really a loser. Why can't she just tell me that she doesn't like me? So I could stop bugging her. I am really lost here, dude. Honestly, I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112410909445230835?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112410909445230835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112410909445230835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112410909445230835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112410909445230835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/08/lost-i-am-lost.html' title='Lost... I am lost!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112370778477053359</id><published>2005-08-11T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:03:04.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>360</title><content type='html'>dude. try &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com"&gt;360.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Invite me, atthelpdesk@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112370778477053359?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112370778477053359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112370778477053359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112370778477053359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112370778477053359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/08/360.html' title='360'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112285033423290547</id><published>2005-08-01T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T06:52:14.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You cannot escape reality.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi guys. Magpaparamdam lang ako. I havent been active here this past few months.... Busy lagi sa trabaho. I guess i cannot really escape it. Part of life talaga ang kabullshittang pagtrtrabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is still happening to my life. No exciting thing to brag about. No love. No hope. No nothing. Minsan minsan lang din ako lumalabas at umiinom, siguro once every month or every 2 months yata.... I cant keep track.... Everytime i go out and drink... everything goes wrong....things get weird and my life seems to go to hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my online thingy, wala pa ring profits..... Siguro this month or the next, hell, hindi na rin ako umaasa... I guess its a failure. 4daily.com is experiencing lots of problems that they are unable to pay their members what they owe them. Pero tuloy pa rin sa pagsusurf. 200 dollars din yung ininvest ko dun. At least naman sana makuha ko yun pabalik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to inquire about DSL in my area, plano kong magpakabit but unfortunately hindi DSL ready yung telephone lines dito sa amin. Bundok kasi eh, the wires should be Copper lines. i guess dito sa aming area, made of plastic (hahaha) or something......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also inquired sa SKYDSL/Bayantel. Available daw sa area namin pero needs additional checking pa. I am keeping my fingers crossed. I really do need DSL right now! INTERNET is my life. plus may naiisip nanaman akong pwedeng pagkakitaan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that i am crazy about right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV Series and Shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, wala na akong ginawa sa bahay kung hindi manuod ng mga tv shows at series. Damn, ilang beses din yung TRIP TO QUIAPO ko to buy some epektos sa BLACK MARKET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the complete CSI series. Las Vegas, Miami + New York. Every series at Season. Astig nga eh. I guess you can call me a CSI aficianado na. Hehehe. Medyo asar nga lang ako coz sa SEASON 5 DVDs na binili ko, wala yung GRAVE DANGER season ender episodes directed by Quentin Tarantino..... damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also seen the series LOST. kingina yan sobrang angas pare. bought the dvds of season 1, i cant stop myself from watching. Ganda nung mga mysteries about the island. it will leave you dumbfounded and youll crave for more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 season 4 din astig. Each season gets better and better. Loved the ending. Awesome. Jack Bauer power hour talaga.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OC season 2 din bumili ako. I guess this is my guilty pleasure. Hehehehe. I loved how they could incorporate GEEKINESS and ROMANCE/LOVE thingy. Watch it to see what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tv naman, i religiously watch Veronica Mars sa ETC 25. Kristen Bell is a hotty. Plus, cool din naman yung show, Nancy Drew nga daw eh..... Madami daw fans nito and buffy fans before..... I dunno what is the similarity between this and buffy...... NEVER BEEN A FAN OF BUFFY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another series that i am crazy about is TWIN PEAKS pare! Remember that series nung bata pa tayo? Shown sa Channel 2 every Sunday night, pagkatapos ng Million Dollar Movies? Early 90's. I recently got interested sa show na ito. Im too young to remember it eh. So i bought the first season sa AMAZON.Co.Uk (Uk version includes the pilot. U.S. version wala) and its cool din. Its some sort of Soap Operaish - Spoof - Murder Mystery. DAVID LYNCH created series so it must be good. mura ko lang nabili 1600 pesos all in all with shipping. Cool nga eh, walang additional tax nung kinuha ko sa Novaliches Post office....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dami pa. TV/MOVIE geek na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under/Seinfeld/Simpsons/Sopranos/Carnivale/Alias/CSI/Nip Tuck/Veronica Mars/The OC/Smallville/24/The Office/Twin Peaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time ill try to buy the following series:&lt;br /&gt;Battlestar Galactica/Dead Like Me/Curb Your Enthusiasm/Deadwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I really do hope makabitan ako ng DSL. BitTorrent lang katapat ng mga shows na yan. Hehehehehehhehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best comic book movie ever made BATMAN BEGINS. I dont know if youll agree with me or not but i find the movie too damn good. Its up there with SPIDERMAN 2 and SIN CITY. Teka, baka bias lang ako coz i am a big Christopher Nolan fan (MEMENTO). John padalhan mo naman ako nung FOLLOWING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks din yung WAR of the WORLDs. hell, wala namang pangit na movie ginawa si Spielberg eh. Seamless combination of CGI and live action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISLAND, bleh... rehash  action sequences from BAD BOYS 2.  Awesome sana yung premise pero  Michael Bay dont know how to tell a story. Plus, alam mo na yung twist sa trailer pa lang. LOGAN'S RUN meets MINORITY REPORT. actually remake daw to nung sucky b-movie from the 70's ata CLONUS HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pinoy flicks: PINOY BLONDE &amp; (im ashamed to admit but ive watched it sa SM) D'ANOTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny boy, if you can, try to find a copy of PINOY BLONDE, alam ko ganyan ang trip mong movies. Astig din yung soundtrack. There are moments of brilliance sa movie pero overall medyo tagilid..... Sayang..... Not your typical pinoy flick sana.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinoyblonde.com"&gt;www.pinoyblonde.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'Anothers. dumb pinoy comedy. Nuff Said. uy pero natawa din naman ako. Suportahan natin ang pelikulang pilipino. Waheheheheheehehhhe. Take note may DANCE OFF sequence in the middle of the movie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie that i recommend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny, try to find the movie PRIMER. Sundance winner. Time Travel Movie. Mind Fuck movie. Hangang ngayon litong lito pa rin ako kung ano nangyari....... Independent low budget film na may laman...... If ever we make a movie gusto ko ganyan ang impact sa audience.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated happy birthday FUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, Gener,  rest day ko sa SAT-SUN. Labas naman tayo.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later folks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112285033423290547?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112285033423290547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112285033423290547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112285033423290547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112285033423290547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-cannot-escape-reality.html' title='You cannot escape reality.......'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112201627517943310</id><published>2005-07-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T15:11:15.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salamat!</title><content type='html'>hahaha...thanks sa pagbati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. I feel old now. gusto nga sana  uiw ulit dyan kaso no time and money. ipon ulit ako. I'll be home before you know it. Bilis ng panahon eh.  Post ko rin dito yung poem na nagawa ko on my birthday... hope you guys like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Truth About Love and Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being drunk is like being inlove.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both follow the same symptoms:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can’t think straight.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything seems fun at the time.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything seems right.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Getting hurt is overpowered by&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the anesthetic substance induced thru &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; blood stream.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then the morning after brings you a hangover.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your head hurts.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re full of question about the stupid things that you did;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are full of regrets about the things you’ve said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and you wish you never had started to begin with.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The funny thing is…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No matter how hurt you get.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No matter how stupid you feel.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ll do it again.&lt;/p&gt;  .....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice to hear that Rayfel is still kicking!&lt;br /&gt;Tell the rest of the kada to blog naman. &lt;br /&gt;Kahit minsan lang, it would be nice to hear from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Kwento naman kayo tungkol sa mga lovelife pare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, my viet ex is kind off showing some signs that she wants to get back with me.&lt;br /&gt;However im not sure if i really want to; I still have feelings for her, but a part of me tells  that i should just let the past go and move on. I kept telling myself that there's going to be someone out there for me. But as day after day pass, my hopes dwindle. I don't know anymore if that person would come to my life. Do I have to look for her? I'm just a little scared about the future pare. I'm getting older. I want to have that someone whom I know I could share the rest of my life. I want to wake up one day, knowing that I'll have someone to hold my hand and tell me its going to be ok. Haay naku. Mga kapatid, I want to fall inlove again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pla, I started smoking more and more now. I hate it. But the more I hate it the more it is harder to quit. I want to quit. I just need that extra push; kung me gf lang sana ako na magbabawal sakin. I think it would be easier to end this effing habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yun na lang muna for now. After i post this, i'll play World of Warcraft -kaaddict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post kayo ha? i check our site quite often. nga pla bago makalimutan: Boy! Musta na ang online business mo? tell me more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep posting guys, and I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112201627517943310?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112201627517943310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112201627517943310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112201627517943310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112201627517943310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/07/salamat.html' title='Salamat!'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112174218161547414</id><published>2005-07-19T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T11:03:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>John turning 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pare hinahanap ko account mo sa friendster di ko makita. Imemessage ko sana.  San ba celebration natin? hehehe. Itagay mo na lang kami. Yaan mo pag nagkainumankami sayo unang tagay. Cheers!!! F*ck her for me!!! biro lang. hehehe. Happy birthday ulit pare.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112174218161547414?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112174218161547414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112174218161547414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112174218161547414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112174218161547414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/07/john-turning-23.html' title='John turning 23'/><author><name>gener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425464674104948355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112169115890493854</id><published>2005-07-18T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:52:38.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pareng John...</title><content type='html'>Pare, happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painom ka naman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112169115890493854?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112169115890493854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112169115890493854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112169115890493854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112169115890493854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/07/pareng-john.html' title='Pareng John...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112157397762907840</id><published>2005-07-17T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:19:37.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayfel is Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God! After a very hectic week, Friday was a breather for all of us in the office. Kuya Bong was happy to let us taste his adobong bibi, kinilaw and of course! Brandy.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Kuya Bong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the fuzz that is going in the past few weeks in our so much sensationalize politics, Gener and I finally caught Rayfel last Saturday (Uhm—Ah—What’s the connection?). Anyway, we’re on our way to Quiapo when we bumped Rayfel in Recto. And so we went to the pirate infested area, which by the way, we used to go to and a favorite hang out of Boboy and Gener, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 2 bottles of San Mig Light suited us up ‘till 8. Rayfel got the chance to let us know that he’ll be donning the ugly black suit this October. Finally! Another brother will become a jobless young professional. Work here really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I plan to watch The Island with Gener and Rayfel and whoever wants to be hitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM City San Lazaro, sucks! Shops inside the mall are like stables. After all, the place was a hippodrome, ha, ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112157397762907840?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112157397762907840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112157397762907840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112157397762907840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112157397762907840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/07/rayfel-is-alive.html' title='Rayfel is Alive!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112112745063238625</id><published>2005-07-12T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:17:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>How's it been guys? Its been  a while since i last blogged. I have been busy with school and Max's. I have finished my first amateur photoshoot with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pops&lt;/span&gt;, a Black rapper, a friend of mine. And to my surprise&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a korean girl from myspace, asked if I can take photos of her, upon seeing my work! There's a little problemo though - she lives 6 hours away (LA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my ex (Christine) are talking again. But i'm not quite sure if i want to rekindle the flame. Maybe I'll just continue to talk to her and see where it goes from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost done with summer school. This coming Wednesday's my finals, and the next day would be the last day! yahoo! finally more time to enjoy summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work 4 days a week at the resto. Thurs- Sun. When Fall sem starts I'm just working Sat and Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Isaw&lt;/span&gt; right now mga kapatid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before if forget my wife - Heart - 6th in the 100 most sexiest! haha! thats my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Current Stuffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Beachboys, John Mayer, BEP Monkey Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I've seen:&lt;br /&gt;War of the Worlds (3 out of 5), Batman Begins ( 2.5 out of 5), Hitch (dvd) ( 4 out of 5), Infernal Affairs (dvd) (4.5 out of 5), Oldboy ( 5 out of 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book im currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;In the Hands of Dante (not that exciting. But I like the boldness the author has with his words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm playing:&lt;br /&gt;World of Warcraft, hella fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm worried about:&lt;br /&gt;next president natin si Noli tapos ang vice president si Rex Cortez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa uulitin mga kapatid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112112745063238625?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112112745063238625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112112745063238625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112112745063238625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112112745063238625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!!!!!'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112031213368767750</id><published>2005-07-02T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:54:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fish Called Flower Horn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My officemate, Kuya Rocel, was the one who introduced this fish (see &lt;a href="http://www.flowerfish.com"&gt;www.flowerfish.com&lt;/a&gt;). I was only 3 days old at the office when I got a chance to see what it look like. This fish, when I first saw it, I thought it was a tilapia. As flower horns mature, a bump on its head occur and its colors change (that depends on what you feed them according to Kuya Rocel). Now, after almost 3 months, I decided to get involve in this hobby. Ours is just a little place, so I decided that I’ll do it in the office.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I bought an aquarium set and Kuya Rocel provided me with a flower horn. It’s still small and hopefully it will turn to a beautiful colored, monkey head like kind of fish which flower horns are known for. They said that this kind of fish when are fully-developed can cost around 5K or more (depends on the size and head of the fish). I’ll let Kuya Rocel take care of the fish. After all, he’s the expert on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paul… Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112031213368767750?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112031213368767750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112031213368767750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112031213368767750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112031213368767750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/07/fish-called-flower-horn.html' title='A Fish Called Flower Horn'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112021559720750753</id><published>2005-07-01T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:59:57.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Problems with My iPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was excited when Tito Dan told me that he bought me an iPod. It was brought to me by my cousin 2 weeks ago. I immediately downloaded all the necessary softwares for I know that it was a second-hand iPod. Unfortunately, the iPod has a problem. Worst is, I think it’s a hard drive problem. After I successfully reformatted the iPod, connecting it to my pc and transferring mp3s became my problem. Until now, I’m still looking for the best possible solution. Definitely, this is the disadvantage of buying a segunda mano. The good thing is I can borrow my sister’s iPod mini, which is perfectly working. Now, I’m thinking whether I will buy a brand new iPod or hope that there will be new solutions that will come out soon. I’ll try to bring it to an Apple Center and hope that they can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul out…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112021559720750753?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112021559720750753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112021559720750753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112021559720750753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112021559720750753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/07/having-problems-with-my-ipod.html' title='Having Problems with My iPod'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-112014361136234564</id><published>2005-06-30T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:00:11.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Seen War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm with Gener and Oliver last Wednesday and we were able to watch Spielberg's latest flick, War of the Worlds. Personally, I didn't like the movie that much. Though, you can rightly tell that it was indeed a Spielberg movie. You know, the father and son problem, the lighting that was used, etc. Nevertheless, I liked his interpretation of the Tripods and the visual effects of the movie. Tom Cruise is also OK and Dakota! Ugh! She did nothing but scream. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm hoping that I could talk to Boboy and John one of these days. How are you, guys? Are you making enough money with your sidelines? Message me soon, please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is Paul, out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-112014361136234564?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/112014361136234564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=112014361136234564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112014361136234564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/112014361136234564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/06/weve-seen-war-of-worlds.html' title='We&apos;ve Seen War of the Worlds'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111633043564756051</id><published>2005-05-17T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:47:15.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.pinoyautosurf.com</title><content type='html'>Website is now online finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  a few weeks (2-3 weeks) of setting up the website including setting up domain, hosting, editing and doing basic html, i finally finished my  informational and referral website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website will focus on  internet money making scheme called AUTOSURF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AutoSurf sites are websites that allows you to double or even triple your money in a few months time. It works something like a pyramid scheme, ponzi scheme, and its quite risky but im pretty much confident that it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are undeniable proof that the site pays its members. I already invested  $ 200  on the  program.  Hopefully on the  15th of July, Ill be able to receive my first payout of $300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created the website just for the additional cash the referrals will generate, but if you join the program, no need to refer anyone, no selling of products and it will just take you an hour or two of internet surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Create website (already done)&lt;br /&gt;2. Invite people to view website (by sending out tons of emails. going to different forums and posting)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hopefully this will generate additional cash and earnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view &lt;a href="http://www.pinoyautosurf.com"&gt;www.pinoyautosurf.com&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111633043564756051?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111633043564756051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111633043564756051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111633043564756051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111633043564756051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/05/wwwpinoyautosurfcom.html' title='www.pinoyautosurf.com'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111625792655432539</id><published>2005-05-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T15:31:14.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Place in Sta. Mesa</title><content type='html'>It was a busy day for all of us in CFA. Sir Nick, our publisher ordered us to submit our entries for the upcoming Catholic Mass Media Awards. Damn! We didn't expect that it took us 5 fucking hours to submit all our entries. As usual, today was the deadline for the submission of entries. So, all of the interested participants wanted to beat it. Luckily, we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went back to the office to report about what happened. Surprisingly, Sir Nick invited us to have some beer. "Just one for the road," he said. He's the boss so we didn't turned him down. This was the exciting part! My officemates teased me that this was kind of a baptism. Little did they know that I already knew those kind of fucking things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what happened next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged this not to show it off but to share another unforgettable experienced I had from my work. Aside from the real benefits I get from my work, such as enjoying what I do and the privilege to hone my hidden talent in journalism, I begin to experience things that I failed to do when I was with Lillette. These are the things I missed during those days and GOD... Thank you! I'm really having the time of my beautiful fucking life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111625792655432539?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111625792655432539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111625792655432539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111625792655432539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111625792655432539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/05/that-place-in-sta-mesa.html' title='That Place in Sta. Mesa'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111615687869820711</id><published>2005-05-15T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:34:38.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fiesta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn’t know na fiesta pala sa amin today. When I woke up this morning, nakita ko na may inaayos na karo sina Sir Leo sa ibaba. Kaya pala! Fiesta sa amin!&lt;br /&gt;We do not prepare kapag fiesta. I don’t know why. Since we moved here sa P. Guevarra, hindi pa kami naghanda tuwing fiesta. Maybe because birth month nila Papa, Mama at Nene ang May. Imagine, 3 times na kaming naghahanda! Ang sakit sa bulsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we celebrated the graduation of Sir Nato and Sir Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mga officemates ko sila. And I learned that they’re in CFA for a long time. Well, nasa itsura’t kilos naman nila, eh. Sarap ng inom namin! Tamang-tama lang. Brandy tapos banlaw ng San Mig Light. Sarap din ng pulutan at kwentuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Medyo serious kaya tahimik lang ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I learned something again… I’m glad dahil sa Publications Center ako napunta! Ganoon pala sa Center namin. Open-minded ang karamihan at midyang-media ang dating! It was really an unforgettable affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my first O.T. sa office last Saturday. Pandagdag sahod din ‘yun! Sayang! Zero pa rin ang love life ko. Pero OK lang ‘yun! Happy naman ako, eh! Darating din ‘yun. ‘Di naman ako naiinip…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111615687869820711?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111615687869820711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111615687869820711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111615687869820711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111615687869820711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-fiesta.html' title='Happy Fiesta!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111597840224278598</id><published>2005-05-13T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:00:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling lost</title><content type='html'>pare, depress na naman ako. nagiisa, wala makausap. sana andito kayo. wala lang...lungkot lang,,,log in naman kayo sa messenger!!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111597840224278598?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111597840224278598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111597840224278598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111597840224278598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111597840224278598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-lost.html' title='Feeling lost'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111536700803474674</id><published>2005-05-06T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T16:10:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinoyautosurf.com</title><content type='html'>Malapit na magawa site ko. wahehehehe. I already bought the domain name and hosting. The site is not yet live pero if you click on the link, pwede na, may teaser na. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Im having a hard time adding content. 5 simple pages lang pero ang hirap lagyan ng text. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;-Hopefully after a week mauupload ko na everything.&lt;br /&gt;-Once the site is uploaded, magstastart na rin akong mag spam to promote the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dami ko na nagastos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Plus nagkaproblema pa kong malaki na kinailangan ng salapi. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinoyautosurf.com"&gt;www.pinoyautosurf.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111536700803474674?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111536700803474674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111536700803474674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111536700803474674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111536700803474674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/05/pinoyautosurfcom.html' title='pinoyautosurf.com'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111535723943814947</id><published>2005-05-06T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:27:19.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month...</title><content type='html'>It's my first month at work and I received my first pay check. We've been to Subic last week and it was fun. Last week too, I went out with my gym buddies and it was double fun. It was a memorable event! Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana we could go and chill out soon, guys! Sagot ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really having fun at work and I'm glad sa CFA ako napasok. Most of them are nice! Lalo na sa department namin. Sana, after six months, ma-regular ako. I know I can learn a lot from my work and I'm not wasting it. Screw the low salary, masaya naman ako, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikakasal na daw si Lilleth this month. I'm not invited. Buti na lang. At sa tingin ko naman hinde talaga ako invited. I talked to my friend from college sabi nila di na rin sila a-attend. Napikon yata, mayabang daw kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero pa rin lovelife ko. OK lang na ganito muna. Ayaw ko muna ng committment. Mabigat masyado. Pero OK ako sa date and friends. Hangang doon muna... 'Di naman ako si Richard Gomez or si Aga Muhlach para maghangad kaagad-agad ng girlfriend. Sana dumating din ang day na makatagpo ako ng girl na pang-long term at hinde ako iiwan in the long run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipon ako ng pera. Gusto kong makabili ng Ipod tsaka ng bagong digital camera. Siguro mga 1 year bago ko ma-ipon 'yun. Sobrang baba kasi ng sahod dito sa CFA, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon, mga p're!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111535723943814947?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111535723943814947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111535723943814947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111535723943814947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111535723943814947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/05/month.html' title='A Month...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111475938922394725</id><published>2005-04-29T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:23:09.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassupper!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy: &lt;/span&gt;pare, mukhang malufet yang inabalak mo ah...ehehehehe...pasabik ka pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pol: &lt;/span&gt;im happy that youre enjoying what ur doing right now. Wala bang nyik update sayo? sige sama ako sa inuman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new: &lt;/span&gt;parekoy, inuman na naman yan ah! sabi ni pol sagot nya daw - pagbigyan mo na! sige hanapin ko ung movie na suggest mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jomarpage: &lt;/span&gt;o ano na balita sa kada in general? kikita pa ba? thanks nga pla sa support mga kapatid! sino ba ang me mga bagong balita in terms of nyiks?? kwento naman dyan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto nga pla mga movies na hinahanap ko pa:&lt;br /&gt;-  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the machinist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you and me&lt;/span&gt; jun ji hyun ulit!! ehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111475938922394725?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111475938922394725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111475938922394725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111475938922394725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111475938922394725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/04/wassupper.html' title='Wassupper!!'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940157377296286544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images16.fotki.com/v31/free/75f09/8/889477/3427303/j-vi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111460713463655522</id><published>2005-04-27T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:05:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Toast to Our Fellow... JOHN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Naks! Naman! All praises ang 'Kada kay Pareng John! Talaga namang nakaka-bilib! Truly, I'm proud of you, bro. I know ganun din ang nararamdaman ng 'Kada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para kay Boboy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Share mo naman bagong "raket" mo! Tama na ang suspense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para kay Gener:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Kailan tayo iinom? Ako ang taya! Makukuha ko na first salary next week! Yahoo! Syempre, lahat invited. Pati si John, maski sa spirits man lang ay makasama natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para sa Hinde Nakaka-alam:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I'm working at the Communication Foundation for Asia-Media Apostolate, Inc. It is non-stock, non-profit media organization. In short, it is a charitable institution. I work as an &lt;strong&gt;editorial assistant&lt;/strong&gt; for Barkada Magazine, an academic supplement usually subscribed by Catholic high schools around the country.&lt;br /&gt;     I am happy to say that I enjoy working in the company and though it's a low-paying job I love what I'm doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111460713463655522?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111460713463655522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111460713463655522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111460713463655522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111460713463655522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/04/toast-to-our-fellow-john.html' title='A Toast to Our Fellow... JOHN!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506869459743998515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/paulilite/01christmas05Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111459674451697476</id><published>2005-04-27T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:12:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balita sakin</title><content type='html'>Lupit mo John. Pagpatuloy mo lang yan. Next na balik mo kami naman kunan mo. hahahah. biro lang. Tama wag ka ng mgengineering, mukhang mas masaya ka dyan e. Tignan mo ko napapagisip na ko, ngengineering ako kaso parang ganun din. Wala kasing kwenta pag namamasukan ka lang. Magbubusiness na lang ako kontrolado ko pa oras ko. As of now ganun pa din, i'm into shifting schedule sa Megalink kaya hirap gumawa ng lakad. Wala na kong maayang uminom sa barkada. heheh. Naginuman kami last friday nung mga katrabaho ko sa Alabang dati. Wala lang. Wala pa ding chicks, zero pa din. Boboy naghahanap ako ng katulad ng ipod shuffle, nabasa ko kasi sa review pangit ausio quality ing ipod shuffle. Saka alam mo ung .ogg na file, nghahanap ako ng mp3 player na supported un. D na ko nakakapanuod ng movie ngayon. DVD's na napanuod ko e un pa ring mga hiniram ko kay Boboy. Lupit "Old Boy" John try mong mghanap dyan.  Right now m finishing watching "Samurai X" ung pinapalabas sa TV, nakuha ko sa opisina kumpleto. Bagong kanta medyo huli na ko. hehehe. Mga luma pa din alam ko. "Jopay" ng Mayonnaise saka mga kanta ng spongecola. Boy kailan ka asa bahay? Balik ko na mga DVD's mo, palitan ko. hehehe. Monday saka Tuesday off ko. Cge post na lang ako ulit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111459674451697476?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111459674451697476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111459674451697476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111459674451697476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111459674451697476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/04/balita-sakin.html' title='Balita sakin'/><author><name>gener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425464674104948355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111458506911185031</id><published>2005-04-27T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:03:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new website...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/tylerboboy/teaser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;www.pinoyautosurf.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(web address nonexistent yet... coming soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111458506911185031?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111458506911185031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111458506911185031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111458506911185031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111458506911185031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-new-website.html' title='my new website...'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10189787.post-111458484533975347</id><published>2005-04-27T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:54:05.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Work Johnny Boy!</title><content type='html'>Awesome dude. Galing. Speechless me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat Kinacareer na yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Gener at Paul di na nagpaparamdam....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10189787-111458484533975347?l=jomarpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/feeds/111458484533975347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10189787&amp;postID=111458484533975347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111458484533975347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10189787/posts/default/111458484533975347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarpage.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-work-johnny-boy.html' title='Good Work Johnny Boy!'/><author><name>Boboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382138030970496619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
