<?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-5283779421724117078</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:50:26.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283779421724117078.post-3752365125367222067</id><published>2008-07-10T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:26:18.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hindi naman talaga ko mabaet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero as much as possible, pinipilit ko naman ngayon na umayos kahit konti.. medyo naniniwala kasi ako na "it will be a better place to live in if we're a little kinder to other people" (asus!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero minsan...hinde! madalas pala, napakadaming tao na susubok sa pasensya mo. ala-una hanggang alas nuebe ng gabi yung pasok ko pero sa inaasahang pangyayari (oo, INAASAHAN), alas singko na ng umaga ng susunod na araw ako nakauwi. walang tulugan. normal naman to minsan, iba nga lang nitong huli. ako lang sa buong floor ang tao. gusto ko ng maiyak nung kinamusta ako ng "onsite" namen. syet!naabutan pa nya ko. may araw na sa TATE, tulog na mga tao sa PINAS pero ako'y mabubulag na sa harap ng computer (OA!). pero dahil mabait si onsite, trabaho lang. kung mabait naman yung mga superiors mo (plus dollar-giving individuals), di ko naman sila iiwan sa ere. hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at eto nga, as usual nagtaxi nako pauwi bago ko himatayin sa paglakad. kaloka! at si manong drayber, nagpatugtog ng something na sya lang ang nakakarelate (at ang tatay ko siguro). matanda na sya, madalas kong naiisip na mas mababait yung older people, ewan baket. at pag abba ko nga, biglang sabi na may additional daw na P10. ano nga ba naman yung sampung piso. pero GRRR!!! ang pasensya mo bakla! binigay ko na lang ng may poot ang P10. gusto ko sanang sabihin na, "lolo, sino namang gagong maniniwalang nagtaas na ng sampung piso eh kaya nga may metro". pero di ko na sya inaway. wala na kong energy plus the fact that i hate confrontations. naalala ko tuloy si manong tricycle na siningil ako ng bente papauntang sakayan ng bus pa Manila. susko! GREEDY people! kaya di kayo umaasenso, ang bubuwaya nyo eh! me karma din kayo! iniiwasan kong sumobra preo dahil puyat at pagod ako, senyo ko ibubunton... One time lang - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PAKSYET SILANG LAHAT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hindi naman talaga ko mabaet! =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-3752365125367222067?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/3752365125367222067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=3752365125367222067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/3752365125367222067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/3752365125367222067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2008/07/hindi-naman-talaga-ko-mabaet.html' title='hindi naman talaga ko mabaet!'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-3193621231186375085</id><published>2008-06-10T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:52:15.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life sometimes slaps you with doses of reality. For some stupid, unexplainable reasons, you throw things off, because it makes you happy, or it makes you too happy. It's like getting high and the feelings are much too overwhelming that it sucks. But you miss it. It satisfies your cravings. Before you know it, it's gone. Why? you let it go Ü When you want something, it makes you impulsive. I'm getting impulsive, do I want something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I'm thinking...was it right temporarily setting it aside?! I'm getting embarrased, I can't compose my thoughts. Insanity is getting the best of me. It's like walking through path of chances and I have a choice but I don't know which to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly need rehabilitation. I'm getting addicted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I will get back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-3193621231186375085?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/3193621231186375085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=3193621231186375085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/3193621231186375085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/3193621231186375085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2008/06/adik.html' title='adik!'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-6249080261401736631</id><published>2008-05-19T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:02:41.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt;04-30-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the most painful thing you have to go through is to watch a loved one suffer before dying. I can still recall how exactly a month ago, I came home from an org activity only to find out that she was getting thinner and weaker. My heart always seems to jump out of my system every time I get bad news from my family. They really are my total weakness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, the doctor’s confirmation of the family’s suspicion- of her having 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; stage breast cancer- was a huge blow. I couldn’t look at her at first. She wouldn’t want to see any of us crying and I couldn’t help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my second mom. A friend. A confidante. One of the two godparents’ that’s still around after my christening. She was the one who’d compliment my Monday mornings. She had kind words for me. She was my mentor during primary school. An advisor to lots of things. She gave me my work through her connections. She’d pull pranks at us. She’d check on me when I get home from work every Friday nights. She had chocolates and delicious stuff in her room, which I’d lovingly munch on when she was or was not around. She’d lend me her things. I’d always hang out in her room, sleep at her bed, eat her food. She’s my aunt. My father’s sister. And she’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt; gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital became our hotel room for several weeks. Friends started to notice my (even more) puffy eyebags. I always felt restless. She was getting worse, but she wouldn’t complain. I watched her almost every nights and midnights, in between catnaps. I became used to alarming machine sounds that signalled her vital signs and all. She wouldn’t eat because she couldn’t eat. She’d caress her chest and stomach, and when asked if painful, she’d just nod. Then she’d complain about difficulty in breathing. I saw how cancer was painfully taking the life out of her. I watched her fade - slowly, painfully.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The hardest part? Being there and standing helpless. If there was anything I thought I could do, it was to pray for her rest. Yes, I wished for her death. I know it would be painstakingly difficult to let her go, but it would be the best. On the night before her death, an inconsolable sorrow enveloped me. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t breathe but tears wouldn’t stop flowing. Then I was informed of her death. It was what I prayed for and God answered --- fast. He responded to our prayers in the most heartbreaking way. We couldn’t do anything but to grieve for our loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she’s at peace in God’s loving arms. She’ll always be in my prayers. I’ll see her in the faces of the ones whose lives she touched. It still gets lonely at times, especially when I realize that I only have two days during the weekends that I could see her, and now there are no more weekends to look forward to. It was like getting my heart broken all over again. My voice still cracks when I speak of her. And I still think of the occasions I might not enjoy because she’s not around. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think her, I always end up imagining the hospital room, the tubes to which her life depended during her last few days, the machines, the rushing nurses and doctors. For the second time, I had to be strong in facing a loved one’s death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt; I was triumphant in showing a brave face, but I’m all too weak really. The sight pained me to death. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Advance;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If i had to do it all over again, I won't mind looking haggard taking care of you. As i usually tell people, it's called "labor of love". I guess i always have to deal with the painful scenario to relieve our fondest memories with you. Until we meet again.&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/5283779421724117078-6249080261401736631?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/6249080261401736631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=6249080261401736631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/6249080261401736631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/6249080261401736631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2008/05/wishing-death.html' title='wishing death'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-6077786447642640868</id><published>2008-03-05T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:56:36.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>petiks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;buti pa dati nung nasa klase. pag wlang prof after 15 mins, pede mo na syang layasan.ngayon, bawat minuto mo binabayaran kaya kahit wala kang ginagawa, di ka makakauwi.neknek mo! papatayin mo oras mo pagtingin sa monitor ng computer dahil wla ng iba pang pedeng gawin. bawal mag messenger, mag email na hindi pang office, online shopping, entertainment,chat etc. akala ko dati ok yung pumetiks sa trabaho.at least binabayaran ka sa pagtambay sa aircon na may libreng internet access. pero hinde!!! mas gusto ko pala yung feeling namay silbi. hehe! nanghingi na ko ng trabaho pero alam ko namang di din nila kasalanan kung wala talaga silang mabigay pa sa ngayon. kung pede lang uuwi na lang ako ng laguna at magtatanim ng kamote. (asa!) para kasing gumising ka lang ng maaga at rumampa sa opisina. mag eenjoy sana ko kung nakakapag "&lt;em&gt;sight-seeing&lt;/em&gt;" ako, pero wala naman masyadong &lt;em&gt;sight&lt;/em&gt; samen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko hinahangad ma-overwork pero gusto ko pala ng stimulating activity for the brain at most 8hrs each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-6077786447642640868?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/6077786447642640868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=6077786447642640868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/6077786447642640868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/6077786447642640868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2008/03/petiks.html' title='petiks'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-7916910326527796982</id><published>2008-01-23T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:54:20.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me, myself and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night we watched " 27 dresses " (it was about a woman who's always the bridesmaid but never the bride, she had 27 bridesmaid dresses). i was hesitant to go. i wanted to save money for something and i planned on starving myself for weeks, and yes! for the first try i was not successful. grr! the movie was good, at least for a hopeless romantic me. it made me realize something - that i won't watch movies like that again. feel-good movies spark up memories. i hate that. maybe, hate is not the right term, i don't like that. it triggers thoughts of single-blessedness or "those" times in the past, in my case, if you know what i mean. not that it's a big deal. but sometimes, i do think of it also (when i'm not preoccupied with work and social life, which is almost never hehe!) and when i do, for a while, it seems disturbing. at my age, i should be sorting to some kind of long-term relationships instead of wasting my time with &lt;em&gt;"boylets"&lt;/em&gt; (whooo, look who's talking).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm single since time immemorial, and who cares?!a boy buddy once told me before Christmas na malamig daw ang pasko ko. Weh?! Sige na nga. I'd rather spread money, este, generosity to "&lt;em&gt;warm&lt;/em&gt;" the environment. bwahaha! i believe a person should spend some time alone, without somebody to walk her home, bring her to office, treat her to coffee or lunch or dinner, accompany her to the mall, text or call her of her whereabouts etc etc. i can't understand people, who, for some reasons, can't stand a minute without a "special" someone in their lives. The world is too vast to spend "quality time" with other people you love (or hate).hehe! Not that I'm sourgraping over "attached" individuals. I just (at this point in my life) value the exclusivity with "&lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;". Going solo means realizing my other future plans and goals in life (and making ways to achieve them) , rearranging my priorities, depending on myself . Yes, all the selfish reasons you can think of, which can be a really good thing most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, I am not yet (&lt;strong&gt;take note: yet&lt;/strong&gt;) tormented by the thought of being "&lt;em&gt;committed&lt;/em&gt;", at this moment. How long will I stay this way? Nobody knows. I'm not in a hurry, i guess. as cliche as it may sound, my time will come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what i'll be doing this weekend - watch chick-flicks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-7916910326527796982?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/7916910326527796982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=7916910326527796982' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/7916910326527796982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/7916910326527796982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-myself-and-i.html' title='me, myself and i'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283779421724117078.post-2323399941665987992</id><published>2007-12-29T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:08:34.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so when you're desperately trying to heighten up your energy after getting a little intoxicated and staying up late in the midnight, you just go about your work and blog. ^_^ what's good about meeting up with (quite long lost) friends are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; you get to 'gimik' for free because your former housemate's escapades to foreign land managed to earn her pounds which is equivalent (daw) to Php 90, and since we haven't seen each other for months now, maybe she felt obliged to treat us all. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; you get to hang out and drink coffee for free because your housemate earns more than anybody else in the group does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; you get to taste 4 different kinds of cakes or pastries for free because your former housemate is too generous to treat us all to a sumptuous dessert(?!) while having coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! and the poor me... i had no contribution but a Php 40 for a cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S Thank you friends. hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and while everybody else are now feeling the 'excitement' of the holidays, here i am in front of my reliable desktop, - working overtime, coding, testing and solving abends (abnormal end). my work is loving me so much nowadays. wrong timing, yeah. but i have no choice... i have to reciprocate the affection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-2323399941665987992?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/2323399941665987992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=2323399941665987992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/2323399941665987992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/2323399941665987992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/12/ot.html' title='OT'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-8524907510893477444</id><published>2007-12-27T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:49:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's difficult to be happy when you're expected to be (because it's the season of merrymaking and all). i thought i'll be seeing lots of long-time-no-see friends but then i haven't got to meet up with anybody.Oh well, i'll just be looking forward to next Fridays and weekends when we are all available. i'm too lazy to work, but i have to. i feel so restless this Christmas break and i know I'll still be this New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are just too bothersome and you can't pretend that those 'things' don't exist.  Problems keep coming and you hate to force yourself to show a brave face in front of people you love who weren't supposed to know what's going on. When you're surrounded with lies, you won't know which to believe or whether to believe in anything at all. You wanted to escape life's realities and go somewhere else, somewhere peaceful,but your better self asks you not to. When someone had sinned you, will it be ok to forgive and forget, over and over again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you should try your best to look at the brighter side of life and wish it's enough to compensate for what's wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-8524907510893477444?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/8524907510893477444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=8524907510893477444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/8524907510893477444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/8524907510893477444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/12/melancholy.html' title='melancholy'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-1833070623818643120</id><published>2007-11-30T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:06:39.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ayokong kumain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling ko may eating disorder ako.pag gusto kong kumain, as in lamon. pag ayaw, ayaw talaga.di ko din maintindihan kung bakit. lately, ilang linggo na din akong di kumakain ng normal. o ng 3 beses sa 1 araw. light breakfast -coffee,sandwich o tinapay, lunch na di nauubos ang rice, dinner na wala. hindi ako nag dyedyeta! asa! dahil kung may titipirin ako, hindi pagkain yon. i love good food. iniisip ko kung anong gusto kong kainin pero wala.marerealize kong ambigat lang nila sa tyan at ayokong kumain. pag nag tuloy tuloy to, mamamayat ako feeling ko na. pero di dahil gusto kong pumayat! duh! siguro kelangan ko ng motivation.hahanap nga ako ng pics ng food sa net para matakam ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayokong kumain! pero kelangan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off topic: dahil umiiral ang kamalditahan ko ngayon... im browsing through people's friendster accounts and i happen to pass by an acquaintance's page.the guy happened to be a friend's past boylet.talk about relationship gone sour. he's "happily" attached to some girl now(or so the pics he posted say). friend, buti na lang mas maganda ka don.if she's mabait,you just wish the poor girl to eventually realize the sore loser she's with. hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-1833070623818643120?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/1833070623818643120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=1833070623818643120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/1833070623818643120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/1833070623818643120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/11/ayokong-kumain.html' title='ayokong kumain!'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-2249358623976664991</id><published>2007-11-26T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:50:11.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>victim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for the nth time, she was suspected as the "third party". the very first time was with a younger guy who's girlfriend's a b*tch. gf bombarded her with nasty text messages, calling her names and cursing her to damnation. gf called her endlessly at her mobile phone, which is rejected for a million times. gf texted everybody who texted bf, asking who's texted and when that somebody didn't reply, paranoia ate up stupid gf suspecting each one of those messages to be from someone who's out to ruin such precious relationship. poor girl, gf seemed to have lost one of the most important things... sanity! you were too lucky, gf, she was not always in the mood to answer your calls, or to stoop down to your level and replied to your texts with greater profanity. and so the story goes, like other gfs' story does... bf finally realized he couldn't take it anymore. haha! beh! so much for the trouble, gf. time to look after yourself, miserable freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story number two is with a dear close friend. dear close friend's gf is a paranoid too...she's also very suspecting. but this time, gf's not a war freak. she calmly texts and sends private messages to "prospective" third party. and yes, most of the times, befriends her prospects after learning that she's not the "one" she's looking for.good thing really, but after she'd befriended her, it was like gf tends to rely on her as a constant shoulder to lean on, ranting about her miseries with bf dear, asking her his where-abouts, his new number if there's any.what the eff! at first it was ok for her to console dear gf. but now, it's getting on her nerves. gf texts and asks how is she only to break the conversation and asks, complains,or whines about bf dear. if she could only tell gf, she's not really interested and that there are far more "important" matters she'd think of rather than her paranoia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these girls...tsk tsk!&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/5283779421724117078-2249358623976664991?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/2249358623976664991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=2249358623976664991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/2249358623976664991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/2249358623976664991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/11/victim.html' title='victim'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283779421724117078.post-3545707669376019346</id><published>2007-11-09T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:40:14.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finger licking good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there was something bothering me this past few days. actually, it kinda pisses me off.there's this finger-detecting-device attached to the office door which allows (or does not allow) you to enter and it's kinda weird why this past few days, it can't verify my damned fingers.(excuse me for my lame description of the stupid device, corporate world! im just so ignorant) im about to vent! ggrrr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm about to cut it off from my precious hands but then when i entered the door this morning... ding! one try. perfect!i got in in less than a minute. i postphoned the mutilation,after all, as the saying goes... try and try until you... die! hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my closest friends is about to leave today, and yesterday i called to bid her farewell. it sucks, award me with the 'most melodramatic girl in town' but i felt quite sad last night.i know she'll be there for more or less two months (only) but then it felt different knowing she'll be oceans and continents away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ling, you give me chocolates for publicizing you in my blog okie?! you take care!Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-3545707669376019346?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/3545707669376019346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=3545707669376019346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/3545707669376019346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/3545707669376019346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/11/finger-licking-good.html' title='finger licking good'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283779421724117078.post-837839688331971049</id><published>2007-11-05T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:42:42.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 20 Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I chanced upon a health mag’s editor’s note about his Top 20 Most Favorite things. I’ll write down mine, in no particular order (inggit! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. memories&lt;br /&gt;2. good food&lt;br /&gt;3. coffee (I’m a coffee addict, need I say more?!)&lt;br /&gt;4. UPLB COSS&lt;br /&gt;5. iorg + Masonic family stuff&lt;br /&gt;6. chocolates&lt;br /&gt;7. cyberspace (the rest of the world is just a click away)&lt;br /&gt;8. music&lt;br /&gt;9. mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;10. a good working computer&lt;br /&gt;11. functional, (optimized) bug-free, programs/ apps&lt;br /&gt;12. peaceful, long, slow walks under the windy day sky&lt;br /&gt;13. blue rose/ tulip&lt;br /&gt;14. hugs and sweet nothings&lt;br /&gt;15. scenic views outside a vehicle window&lt;br /&gt;16. vanity kit&lt;br /&gt;17. travels/trips&lt;br /&gt;18. photos&lt;br /&gt;19. cheap treats (may it be clothes from tiangge, dirty ice cream or street food)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20. compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if there's number 21, it would be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21. &lt;em&gt;boylets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is this a good sign? i consider them things. haha! what's yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-837839688331971049?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/837839688331971049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=837839688331971049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/837839688331971049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/837839688331971049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-top-20-favorite-things.html' title='My Top 20 Favorite Things'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-4977854268670789556</id><published>2007-10-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:35:04.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>videoke, coffee and friends</title><content type='html'>i was thinking of what-to-do's in the past few days. it will be a long weekend again and i'm really not into the idea of staying at home for the rest of the "holiday".i miss my LB gimik days when we had nothing to do at night and we would just hang out to have some chipangga drinks at Square then head back to the org house for some "follow-ups". Ghosts of LB memories are out to haunt me again, maybe because the last few office days were spent sharing drunken moments with my batchmates (courtesy of Mark, who was making F4 moves back then). I want to go back to LB, where almost everything seemed so simple and you can get away with P20 or cheaper meals for lunch (if you know where to go) and you can spend little to fill your alcohol-thirsty stomach. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to ask Mil or Mha to join me elsewhere (Ena's nowhere to be found coz of work). It was an expensive weekend again.I said I won't spend much this weekend, but then it's ok. What's important is we enjoyed looking through pages of the songbook, singing our hearts out, having coffee, tambay, kwento, chismis. I don't usually go out when I'm here. Hhhmm... It's nice to know I'll have something to look forward to when I getback home. Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126025185566605874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBh9xnkNA8c/RyNMv1dnQjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/68ZMI624rRs/s320/pitsur034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting too layas since I started working. But it's another topic I'll blog about next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-4977854268670789556?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/4977854268670789556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=4977854268670789556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/4977854268670789556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/4977854268670789556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/10/videoke-coffee-and-friends.html' title='videoke, coffee and friends'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBh9xnkNA8c/RyNMv1dnQjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/68ZMI624rRs/s72-c/pitsur034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283779421724117078.post-2226044428514473566</id><published>2007-10-23T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:15:09.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as usual umuulan na naman ngayon, at syempre sa ayaw ko't sa gusto mababasa ako. sa haba ba naman ng nilalakad ko(from bahay to MRT station, from station to office)... at syempre, di pa din napigilan ng ulan ang mabagal kong paglalakad.bakit ba, eh hindi naman ako nagmamadali... medyo flexi time naman kami.Ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at as usual ulet, si manong ay nagaabang na naman ng mga payong na basa ng mga empleyado na pupunasan nya para sa mga papasok ng building namen. kung sa podium eh merong plastik na lalagyan ng payong, samen mas shoshal, may manong na taga punas. hehe! joke. wala lang, naisip ko lang tuwing uulan, ilan na ung napagsisilbihan nung basahan nya. kanina, naghintay ako para sa turn ng payong kong mapunasan. "salamat po", sabi ko after. at may sinabi syang di ko masyadong naintindihan.pero i knew he was sure glad to hear that. kasi napansin kong yung iba, biglang alis na lang pagkatapos ni manong sa payong nila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan nakakapagod din yung trabaho o yung mga usual na ginagawa ng mga tao. minsan simpleng "salamat" sa mga mababaw na bagay ok na.sana ma remind ko lagi yung sarili kong maging mabait. haha! la lang, naisip ko lang din na madaming manong at manang sa paligid who do simple but worthwhile favors but then they are not appreciated. kaya she, be good. appreciate small things more often, recognize the littlest efforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said "good morning" to an old lady office mate today. she gave a warm smile. i think i woke up at the right side of the bed. it will be a good day Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for the record, eto pa lang ata ang blog entry ko na di ako maldita. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-2226044428514473566?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/2226044428514473566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=2226044428514473566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/2226044428514473566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/2226044428514473566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-morning.html' title='one morning'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-830016613166971655</id><published>2007-10-17T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:56:19.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was on a road trip last week. We went to baguio and pangasinan. Met some brethren (DeMolay) from Baguio and Pangasinan Chapter. That’s one of the perks of being a member of the Masonic family, I guess… You won’t actually have problems on where to go or where to stay because they’re all over. We were very well accommodated. Two nights of booze and lack of sleep but it’s all worth it. Good thing I had a good “kargador” with me.Ü  It was a good feeling walking around not freezing in cold but not sweating to death in the middle of the afternoon. I guess, I’ll consider having a rest house in Baguio where I can stay and have my coffee.hhmmm. sarap! I wasn’t able to tour around Dagupan City but then it was ok. I was quite tired, nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love traveling. Besides coffee, that’s one thing I also would like to indulge in. If I were filthy rich, I would have traveled the world.  But since my compensation cannot take me to the lands of the free, the rising sun, etc yet, I’ll opt to explore my dear country first. Hehe! Tara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-830016613166971655?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/830016613166971655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=830016613166971655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/830016613166971655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/830016613166971655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/10/roadtrip.html' title='roadtrip'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283779421724117078.post-1431118306871551510</id><published>2007-10-03T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:34:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ingliserong emotero</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..ei dis is (itago natin sya sa pangalang...) baklito's fiance?..do i know you?ive got read ur message to him!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat da eff!nakakaloka! minsan naiisip ko pag ganito magtetext sayo, imbis na magalit ka dahil di ka guilty, mas matutuwa ka pang icorrect ang grammar nya (me and my evil thoughts). first off, babae yung nagtext. fiancee ka girl, not fiancé. second, check your last statement , my gulay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"cguro ganun talaga you much appreac8 things pag ala na.....at the same time ang kapal pa ng mukha ko kc of all the things ive cause you eto ako ngayon...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, can't believe someone almost fell for this one. manguuto na lang, di pa naging conscious sa choice of words nya.tsktsk! &lt;em&gt;what are going inside of these world?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im not good at the English language either, but I know, at least, how to choose and position subject and verbs. oh well, panlalait is second to my purpose. naisip ko lang, kung hindi carry eh wag pilitin. sos! mas ok na dun ka na lang sa safe. mas madamdamin sana yung gusto mong iparating o mas intense sana yung emotions kung di lang nano-nosebleed yung magbabasa. mas mauuto mo sana ko kung nag-tagalog ka na lang man!ewan ko ba. maloloka ko! pede ba, cut the crap ingliserong emotero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-1431118306871551510?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/1431118306871551510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=1431118306871551510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/1431118306871551510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/1431118306871551510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/10/ingliserong-emotero.html' title='ingliserong emotero'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283779421724117078.post-1453313319848448531</id><published>2007-09-27T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:28:20.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday, my attention was caught by some girl's open zip.she was wearing a skirt and the zip at her back was exposing her pantyhose. i should have told her but then, i am not at ease talking to strangers about their open zip. what the! i don't know what's the reason behind that, it was as if nahihiya akong sabihin eh dapat nga yung girl yung mahiya kasi andami namen kasabay maglakad.oh well, &lt;strong&gt;lesson learned:&lt;/strong&gt; i won't wear a skirt Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; **----------------------------------------------------------**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just thought... double-decker mrt/lrt seats would minimize the problem of overloaded trains. but then, i guess there will still be people standing on the upper deck. why is it that when it's raining,you can expect the next train arrive in a minute but then when the sun's roasting you to death, the next train will arrive in 15minutes or more. people will kill just to get in, and will trip while running just to be the first in line to get out of the station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; **----------------------------------------------------------**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;coffee makes me full.so i have to drink at about 9 or 10 in the morning and 2 in the afternoon so as to suppress my yearning for food. in the world where all you have to do is sit, analyze and stare at your pc, you have to practice food deprivation so as not to gain unwanted fats and flabs (at least for me). i can't practice healthy eating. in the next few days, i guess ill be introduced to lots of varieties of canned goods.so help me God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-1453313319848448531?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/1453313319848448531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=1453313319848448531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/1453313319848448531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/1453313319848448531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-2349496619319038868</id><published>2007-09-20T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:15:18.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>office crushables 101</title><content type='html'>dahil wala akong magawa ngayon, (tapos ko na ang hands-on exercise sa work) chichismax na lang ako sa blog... eto ang mga crushes’descriptions ko for me and my co-trainees “eye-candy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boylet 1: uunahin ko na sya. Siguro he’s in his 30’s, magaling mag Java. Hindi daw kapansin pansin ang beauty ng lolo mo dati. Sabi ni officemate1, ambango bango daw nya, sabi naman ni officemate2, mukha daw syang laging nakangiti. Malaki syang tao.i mean, matangkad. Sayang! Sabi nila, aalis na daw sya… di ko alam kung sa company o sa ibang bansa. Tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boylet 2: eto naman ang mukhang geek nung una, tpos mukha na syang gorgeous nung nagpagupit. Ooppps! Sori mga lola, mukhang taken sya… kahit tingnan mo lang, mukha nga syang matalino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boylet3: sabi ng reliable source, sya daw ay kabilang sa top-performing trainees dati. Mukha syang mahinhing lalake, pero wish ko lng di sya bading. May mali sa kanya, siguro yung smile nya. Hehe! Pero carry pa rin. Minsan nakita ko sya kumakain alone sa pantry, loner kaya ang lolo mo?o di lang tlga friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boylet4: matalino.tahimik. nuf said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-2349496619319038868?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/2349496619319038868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=2349496619319038868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/2349496619319038868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/2349496619319038868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/09/office-crushables-101.html' title='office crushables 101'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-1522400993555152492</id><published>2007-09-13T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:56:24.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day...</title><content type='html'>im so out of concentration today. we have a project and I do not know how to begin it with. it pisses me off. we have to submit it tomorrow and I have yet to produce a decent output. ggrrr! i have a "programmer's block" and i have it for days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i'll get this over with as soon as possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-1522400993555152492?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/1522400993555152492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=1522400993555152492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/1522400993555152492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/1522400993555152492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-another-day.html' title='just another day...'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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-5283779421724117078.post-5379592471389423074</id><published>2007-09-10T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:05:04.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>para sa mga isko at iska</title><content type='html'>mga non-acad tips lang mula sa isang minsang nangarap grumaduate sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* sumali ka ng org, frat, o soro.&lt;/strong&gt; sila ang babalik balikan mo pag graduate mo. unless, naging active ka nung mga resident days mo. piliin mo ang sasalihan mo, hindi porke madaming maganda o gwapo eh dun ka na. plus na lang kung maraming "eye candy" sa org mo. maging dedicated! magtrabaho ng walang hinihintay na kapalit... and when you do, matutunan mo ang value ng "service" at "self-sacrifice". kilalanin mo yung mga orgmates, brods at sisses mo. influence people and be influenced.matutuwa kang makakilala ng mga taong sa drama, telenobela, o comedy mo lang inakalang mag eexist.Ü madami silang kwento at makakarinig ka sa kanila ng kwentong totoong buhay pala. sumali ka dun sa magdedevelop ng skills mo at dun sa makaka contribute ka ng kung anong natatagong galing meron ka! sumali ka ng acad org na hindi puro aral (labo noh), oo hindi puro acads. sumali ka dun sa acad org na priority yung acads pero priority din yung &lt;em&gt;individuality&lt;/em&gt; mo as a person. sumali ka sa mga civic orgs kung gusto mo  o religious orgs kung amen-amen ang trip mo. Basta, &lt;strong&gt;sumali ka!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* manood ka ng plays.&lt;/strong&gt; naappreciate ko talaga ang panonood ng plays sa elbi. again, realidad! nagkalat ang magagaling na aktor/ aktress sa pinilakang tabing. kung gusto mong tumawa, manood ka! sa panonood ko napatunayan ang freedom of expression sa UP (bukod sa rally, hehe). mga bigla na lang naghuhubad sa dilim (silhouette lang naman yung kita), mga bading na naghahalikan...all in the name of art. matutuwa ka dahil madami pala talagang mahusay na manunulat/ direktor etc at hindi lang sila masyado nabibigyan ng break outside UP. (kaya siguro nauuso ang indie film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* libutin mo ang peyups.&lt;/strong&gt; hindi lang ung campus,  kasama na yung paligid ng campus.explore mo ang masasarap na kainan, masarap tambayan, masarap gimikan etc. discover mo san masarap mag isaw, mag sisig, mag meryenda, mag foodtrip. san mura bumili ng school supplies, san mas ok mag grocery, san pede ma-satisfy ang midnight gutom, san yung mga shortcuts papunta sa mga buildings, san pede mag ghost-hunt, san pede mag swimming, san pede mag aral ng tahimik,maggitara, magsolo, makipag date. make friends with nature chuva. ilang taon ka lang sa up, either ggraduate ka o makikick out ka, EXPLORE! LB is my home away from home.Ü haayyyzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;manood ka ng Oblation run.&lt;/strong&gt; hindi ka naman manonood para lang makakita ng "etits" na naglipana sa kanto. alam mo ba kung bakit sila nag ooblation run?! bakit kaya ginagaya ng ibang frat daw na mukhang gang naman ung oblation run?! ewan ko lang pero palagay ko, sa UP lang yung may "sense" yung pagtakbo ng hubo't hubad. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* gumimik ka sa mga katabing gimikan. &lt;/strong&gt;alamin mo yung difference ng mga gimikan sa tabi tabi. san ba puro beer lang, san may sayawan, san yung plain tambayan lang, san yung tahimik, san yung maingay, san yung mausok. wag kang uminom kung ayaw mo, pero try mo yung mga alcoholic, chipangga drinks around na lasang juice lang. hehe! lumabas ka lang, chill out. magkape, mag iced tea kung ayaw tumoma. hang out with friends. kung conservative type ka, magsama ka ng close guy friends para walang mamanyak sayo.pag may trabaho ka na kasi, mahirap gumising ng maaga na may hangover kaya stay ka na lang sa bahay. samantalang nung college, kahit alas-siyete ang klase hanggang alas sais inom pa.diretso klase na, walang ligo pa yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* magbisyo ka minsan. &lt;/strong&gt;o teka, hindi ko sinabing mag droga ka.isang bisyo ko nun eh magkape. manghahatak ako minsan ng hausmate in the middle of the night para samahan ako. sori sa mga hindi aagree, pero try mo tumikim ng alcohol o yosi o kung ano man. hindi ako naniniwala na once na natry mo magyosi o mag alak eh maaadik ka na. dito nattest ang responsibilidad mo. nasa sayo yun noh, kung magpapakalango ka o magkaka lung cancer ka. sa UP, hindi maiiwasan na maging surrounded ka with people na may iba't ibang adiksyon. nasa sayo kung sasabay ka sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* sumali ka sa rally.&lt;/strong&gt; hindi naman to literal ah kung ayaw mo. never din ako sumali sa ganun eh. alamin mo lang yung issue at current events sa campus mo. most of the times, may silbi din naman pagiging chismosa kaya gamitin mo yun para makibalita.isa pa,  bumoto ka! kung hindi mo kilala yung mga kandidato, eh di bumoto ka pa din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* finally. enjoy every moment while it lasts..Ü&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283779421724117078-5379592471389423074?l=lysher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/feeds/5379592471389423074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5283779421724117078&amp;postID=5379592471389423074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/5379592471389423074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5283779421724117078/posts/default/5379592471389423074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lysher.blogspot.com/2007/09/para-sa-mga-isko-at-iska.html' title='para sa mga isko at iska'/><author><name>lysher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12335839561765929859</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></feed>
