<?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-28157795</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:04:19.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Boy</title><subtitle type='html'>i lay myself to a deep slumber and when i wake up i want to see a rainbow above me. i've lived my life so fast and too early that now i want to live it in a slow pace to grow into what should really be...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28157795.post-115549688807181029</id><published>2006-08-14T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:39:22.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting drunk at kung anu anu pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; getting drunk &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! isa akong gimikero. i enjoy night outs, disco lights, lasers, house music, dancing, loud sounds, packed crowds... all of it, except for one thing......... i do not enjoy beer. if am out partying, either i drown myself with tequilla or vodka or sumting else but not BEER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason? simple.. madali akong tamaan sa BEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday night, i went out with my friends.. my barkada to be exact. it was a relief after having one hell of a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of dat, i was so in the mood for drinking and getting drunk but i wasn't expecting that we'll end up at Tiendesitas near Libis. wala akong magawa. lahat ng kasama gusto beer ang inomin. but because i was feeling so devastated and confused, hindi ko na pinansin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 10 of us and only 7 was up for alcohol. so we ordered 2 barrels of san miguel strong ice, pork sisig, liempo and inihaw na bangus. (yum!yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first hour of our stay i was still ok but the following minutes after that i started feeling dizzy. my best friends started noticing that ive becoming too talkative and too makulit. then, i realized tinatamaan na ako. ok na sana eh. but the band that was playing that night started playing "senti" music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd! i swear i wasn't able to control myself and i broke down to tears. everybody started hugging me. ugh! sobrang nakakahiya but i did appreciated what they did. i cried siguro for 15mins at sinabayan ko pa ng kwento and emote line like.. "bakit ba siya ganun?! mahirap ba akong mahalin?" .... ngayon, ang funny nalang for me pero dat night, i really felt the pain and the alcohol that i took helped me release all my emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped crying lang when my bestfriend started talking to me. haaay!? super nakakahiya cause kasama nya yung date nya dat night. hahaha! tapos agaw eksena pako. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen we ran out of beer and food, i thught was time to go, i had plans of going to makati and continue my night out there but my friends decided to continue the "inuman" at one of our friends house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syempre dun nako bumagsak. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;siguro kung bibilangin.. i had like 11 bottles of strong ice dat night... ugh! sobra diba!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls dnt think of me as isang tumador cause i am so not.&lt;br /&gt;ive never enjoyed beer not until dat night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko alam but in away, i found it satisfying for somebody who's problematic and the best of all... mura lang. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana hindi naman ako maging alcoholic nito but one thing i can say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;getting drunk pag may problema is good, it helps u release all the emotions and helps u forget kahit sandali lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lets fight pimples!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the past week gave me sleepless nights and so much depression, and also dahil stressed ako, ayan... pinipimple ako.. huhuhuhu!!! kainis!&lt;br /&gt;kaya to the rescue and Panoxyl hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/pimple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/pimple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pupunta ba ako o hindi!??!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every month nalang merong isang event/party na ginaganap.. at as usual, mga party friends bombard me with questions kung pupunta ba daw ako...&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself di na ako masyado gigimik eh. huhuhu. this month its GodsKitchen by Bigfish. for the past 3 years lagi akong nasa event na'to, but this year kaya... punta kaya ako?! Sa totoo lang masaya naman yung event. Am sure hindi flop tong event na'to not like yung last event na in-attendan ko. haaay...&lt;br /&gt;punta ba ako o hindi??? sana yayain ako ni "ano".. (hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/3123/gk06eflyerwinstonsk0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px;" src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/3123/gk06eflyerwinstonsk0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115549688807181029?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115549688807181029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115549688807181029&amp;isPopup=true' title='76 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115549688807181029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115549688807181029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/08/getting-drunk-at-kung-anu-anu-pa.html' title='getting drunk at kung anu anu pa'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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>76</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28157795.post-115525773023964110</id><published>2006-08-11T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:10:36.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>just woke up.. and just like the other mornings ive had during this week, ive been feeling tired, sad and gloomy. i swear, cant wait for the next week to start. am not sure whats in store for me by then but i sure wana start it right, not like the way i started it last monday. ugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me when i say alot of things happened during the past days... and its be oh soooo dramatic. there were so many things that im so not sure if i did correctly and decisions that am not sure if right. i think this is why am feeling this way. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last night, i was almost on the brink of breaking down because of too much depression, when two of my best friends texted me up and invited me to watch a movie. thank god they invited me for if not, im sure i've broken down to tears again,, in my room,, with coffee &amp; smoke... the usual "emo" scene i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. watched CLICK lastnight. it came out to be a good movie. i thought its one of those brainless comedy flicks but it turned out to be a really good one. the movie even made my best girl friend teary eyed (i almost did too).....and to think its a comedy! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i wish i can have that same kind of remote!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing topic.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, the 11th of August, is a special day for me. officially, its the second month of knowing someone special. it must be weird for me to celebrate but being the sentimental type that i am, its something worth celebrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i know that i am the only one celebrating this day but the hell i care. its way too special for me to consider it as an ordinary day. so let me just say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;happy 2 months!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, ill try to keep myself busy. i scheduled things to do to keep myself from thinking. see, when i am idle, "things" start sinking in and i dont want that to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh! im becoming so emotional lately.. toooo emotional again. well, yeah! i know that i am emotional but whats happening lately is something not good anymore (like what my best girl friend told me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant wait for school to start. i wanna brake free from bumness!&lt;br /&gt;all of this boring, unproductive days makes me feel depressive. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. guess have to start doing stuffs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the day guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115525773023964110?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115525773023964110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115525773023964110&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115525773023964110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115525773023964110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115510284463270633</id><published>2006-08-09T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:55:53.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic 2</title><content type='html'>came across this video while browsing YOUTUBE.. at first i thought it was a bluff but it came out it was real!!! what were they thinking making a sequel like this?!?!? ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PCUSER%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9M71Je7UXeM"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9M71Je7UXeM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115510284463270633?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115510284463270633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115510284463270633&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115510284463270633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115510284463270633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/08/titanic-2.html' title='Titanic 2'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28157795.post-115510164678246032</id><published>2006-08-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:38:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...thanks -aey- for sending this to me... really made me think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, the Almighty. He asks one of his new Christian students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: You are a Christian, aren't you, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student is silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : From...God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't&lt;br /&gt;they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say so that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No sir. There isn't. (The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of&lt;br /&gt;heat, sir, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something&lt;br /&gt;we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a&lt;br /&gt;scientist but a preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your&lt;br /&gt;lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it sir.. The link between man &amp; god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IS THIS SOCRATES ANSWERING PLATO ? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115510164678246032?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115510164678246032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115510164678246032&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115510164678246032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115510164678246032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-conversation.html' title='Interesting Conversation'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115509919605752575</id><published>2006-08-09T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:22:36.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budz!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday Budz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aug 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'lam ko di mo masyado na-feel ung birthday mo because u've got lot of things to do for school&lt;br /&gt;ok lang yan. as what i've said sayo thru sms, we have the weekend to celebrate (...i hope)&lt;br /&gt;how i wished i was around to personally greet u and give u a hug kasi alam ko, kahit di mo aminin,&lt;br /&gt;malungkot ka during ur birthday... i know i wont be able to take off the sadness and the trouble&lt;br /&gt;that ur feeling but am sure kahit papano, mapapangiti naman kita during that special day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;budz!&lt;/span&gt; wag k na malungkot ha..&lt;br /&gt;miss na kita sobra.. can't wait for the finals to finish para di ka na busy&lt;br /&gt;haay! smile ka na.. am just here ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/28157795-115509919605752575?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115509919605752575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115509919605752575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115509919605752575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115509919605752575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/08/budz.html' title='Budz!!!'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115455250224702077</id><published>2006-08-03T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:01:42.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>i will be away for awhile.. dami lang ginagawa lalu na ngayon lapit na enrollment tapos ill be working na din ulit.. ayusin ko muna 'to guys..&lt;br /&gt;hope lahat kayo ok jan.. di tulad ko super busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiro&lt;/span&gt; sensya na ha...&lt;br /&gt;basta pag ok na.. update ko na blog ko.. w/ a new design na din hopefully and a new sense wen it comes to my posts..&lt;br /&gt;ingat kayo lahat palagi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115455250224702077?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115455250224702077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115455250224702077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115455250224702077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115455250224702077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115390456497147827</id><published>2006-07-26T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:02:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am at skul now</title><content type='html'>ugh! am sooo tired and its sooooo hot outside...&lt;br /&gt;add to that... am fucking hungry, but i just finished a cheeseburger meal at mcdonals... hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well decided to check who'd been hoppin by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaay... am going home in abit.. enjoy ur day guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115390456497147827?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115390456497147827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115390456497147827&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115390456497147827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115390456497147827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-at-skul-now.html' title='am at skul now'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115387847136392766</id><published>2006-07-26T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:47:51.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeeeeet</title><content type='html'>I just got up. Am having a headache (huhuhu!) Putol-putol kasi tulog. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang, thanks to sweet-sweet &lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for doing this tag for me.  Surely made me smile even with a headache. Thanks &lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU COMMENT ON THIS PAGE YOU WILL BE TAGGED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE RULES: If you comment on this post, I will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1. Respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick a color that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pick a song that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then must post the same meme and my response in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markoboi.blogspot.com"&gt;Marko&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Juice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for trusting me once to do your layout. Hahah &lt;img src="http://www.haloscan.com/images/smileys/content.gif" alt="" border="0" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-  yeah, u were so nice abt it.. and the layout u did for me was awesome! thank u so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CHALLENGE&lt;br /&gt;- No partying for a month. Haha kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- huhuhuhu! naman eh! di naman pwede yun!!! iba nalang please??! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. COLOR&lt;br /&gt;blue.. I just see you as a person who likes blue.. pero not sure ha hehe&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yup i like blue, galing talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. LIKE&lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to show your feelings &lt;img src="http://www.haloscan.com/images/smileys/content.gif" alt="" border="0" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halata ba sa mga post ko? ugh! yeah, minsan nga i feel hindi na tama. masyado na akong emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. MEMORY&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, first memory? When I came to your blog and you made me laugh at that picture when your foot had a cast and sabi mo new Chucks. Haha natawa tlg ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahahaha! yeah, the newest chuck taylor design, hahaha! natuwa naman ako, never thought may napatawa ako with that post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ANIMAL&lt;br /&gt;a cat? hehe i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am clueless? kasi may pagka pusa-kal ako? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;What's your real name? hehe&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't I tell you? ill hit u back at YM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SONG&lt;br /&gt;Maneater by Nelly Furtado. Haha I don't know why &lt;img src="http://www.haloscan.com/images/smileys/clin_oeil.gif" alt="" border="0" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wooohaa! let me dl that song... sorry but i haven't heard that. and why maneater? i don't eat man? huhuhu. feeling ko tuloy para akong canibal? huhuhu.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/28157795-115387847136392766?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115387847136392766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115387847136392766&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115387847136392766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115387847136392766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweeeeeet.html' title='Sweeeeeet'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28157795.post-115386093006482479</id><published>2006-07-26T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T04:55:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BElieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEST OF LOVERS&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST OF FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115386093006482479?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115386093006482479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115386093006482479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115386093006482479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115386093006482479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-believe.html' title='I BElieve'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115383899487769472</id><published>2006-07-25T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:49:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>mga kung ano-ano lang during the past three days of staying at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top20 finalist were already announced when i started watching the pageant... wala lang, am not really a fan but syempre dapat aware ako cause for sure, magiging center of kwentuhan nanaman 'to when i see my party friends.. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;before the top 5 where announced, i already had my top 2... Ms. Japan and Ms. Puerto Rico. galing nga because they were the top 2 of the pageant.&lt;br /&gt;"so ibig sabihin ba nito pwede na akong maging judge sa beauty pageant? oh, maganda taste ko sa babae?" hmmm... hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulan-ulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh! well, there's nothing wrong with the rain, ok nga yun para di masyado mainit, but kung bagyo naman, argg! nakakainis!!! i can't go out, am stuck at home and nabobore ako sobra! add to that, pagnabobore ako, nage-emo crashing ako...&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko, dati, i used to love the rain so much... not because na sususpend classes.. di ko lang sure but before pag-umuulan, mas masaya ako. feeling ko dati, i get energy from the rain but now, its the complete opposite. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steaks and gravy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since mom was around and she wasnt doing anything, i asked her to teach me how to cook steaks and prepare gravy... why? cause a special person loves steak.. hehehe.. syempre i should know how to cook these stuffs para if ever may chance, pwede kong gawin diba?! heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;one thing i must say, ang hirap mag grill... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;battery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;unti-unti ko ng nararamdaman na bibigay na ang battery ng cellphone ko... kainis! kung kelan wala pa akong money para bumili ng bagong phone chaka pa umaarte batt ko.. di pa naman ako pwede humingi kay mom or kay dad dahil nagpapagoodshot pa ako.. huhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teriyakiboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay!? last sunday night, i met up with my badminton friends. after a month of not seeing each other, nagkita kita ulit kami... after we met up sa badminton court, we went straight to megastrip cause one of our friends wanted to treat us for a latenight dinner cause she won a tourney.. hehehe.. buti nalang sa teriyakiboy kami kumain which is one of my faves.. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;ill post our pics soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uggghh... kumakatok dad kong epal...&lt;br /&gt;...... to be continued muna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115383899487769472?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115383899487769472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115383899487769472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115383899487769472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115383899487769472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-things_25.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115382040082271496</id><published>2006-07-25T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:44:03.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of</title><content type='html'>right after clicking the publish button of my last post.... i remembered that there is a pill that can help me.... hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;why not right?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;think?????? think???? think??????&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/28157795-115382040082271496?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115382040082271496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115382040082271496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115382040082271496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115382040082271496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/speaking-of.html' title='Speaking of'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115380765680466785</id><published>2006-07-25T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:35:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newton's Law</title><content type='html'>today i remember one of Newton's Law. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for every action, there's an equal and opposite reaction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last post that i have.... i was so so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.... and guess what, right now, well actually since lastnight, ive been feeling so alone and depressed... i feel so pathetic feeling this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its not good for me to be "sooo happy!?" cause after that i'll be "sooo sad!?!" so dapat, is should be "mejo happy!?!" para "mejo sad?!" lang after... pathetic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to keep myself from being eaten by me emotions, ive decided to design a new layout for my blog.. its what u are seeing now.. i also changed the title of my blog.. i realized that, yes! i am still a boy... just a boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, its been raining for the past two days... and sad to say, i sooooo hate it when its raining... it adds up to my being an emo crasher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only theres a pill available to take whenever i feel like this, i'll buy in lump some.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay!?? i'll just have a smoke break now... i am really not emotionally stable today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115380765680466785?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28157795.post-115365165724064588</id><published>2006-07-23T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:47:37.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;akala ko boring ang weekend ko. pero hindi pala. yun pala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOBRANG SAYA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115365165724064588?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115365165724064588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115365165724064588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115365165724064588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115365165724064588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115355483006149101</id><published>2006-07-22T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:08:34.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://missuniverse.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/header-missusa2006.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang... bukas na yun diba?!&lt;br /&gt;kung wala kayong magawa, visit nyo site nila... infairness naman, interesting and kahit papano maganda updated tayo sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missuniverse.com"&gt;world's most watched beauty pageant&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at alam natin kahit papano ang history nito diba?! hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: who was the first Filipina to win a special award?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll know the answer when u browse through the site...   enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115355483006149101?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115355483006149101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115355483006149101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115355483006149101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115355483006149101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/miss-universe.html' title='Miss Universe'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115355432607270030</id><published>2006-07-22T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:47:10.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kung ano-ano lang</title><content type='html'>ang hirap pag nasa normal na pagiisip ako. yung tipong hindi ako emo mode or hindi ako galit mode. nakakloko, sobrang bagot. ito ang normal mode ko, walang ginagawa, walang iniisip. well, come to think of it, mas ok na siguro yung ganito noh kesa naman bawat post ko dito eh puro kadramahan lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, kamusta naman kayo?! wala talaga akong magawa so eto nalang.. random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- magpapa garage sale ako ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, to keep myself from idleness and thinking of the issue that i am having with my "him", i decided to fix some stuffs in my room.. and that included removing old clothes that i dont wear anymore in my closet. it took me 4 hours to remove, sort and fold the old clothes again. at eto sila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2805%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2805%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2833%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2833%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2804%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2804%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2835%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2835%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... mejo madami siya... at dahil dun, sobrang konti nalang ang natira sa mga damit ko.&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;but... but... but... may pera sa basura ryt?&lt;br /&gt;kaya magpapa garage sale ako. ok pa naman yung ibang clothes and pants eh. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- how good i was then!!! ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while cleaning my room, inayos ko mga abubot sa loob ng room ko... nakita ko yung mga medals and trophies ko na nakuha ko when i was in gradeshool and highschool.&lt;br /&gt;haaay. i never thought i excelled like that before. tama nga sila sayang daw ako kase when i went to college sobrang pasaway ako. di bale, am going back to school this september, wait lang kayo. i'll make everybody esp. my parents proud of me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2831%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2831%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2827%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2827%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2825%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- anu ang naiisip ko ngayon about "him" ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip ko, kahit ganun.. ok naman eh, siguro madrama lang talaga ako. siguro nga being a masochist, gumagawa lang ako ng sarili kong problem para magkaroon ng thrill ang buhay ko.. tama? hindi ko alam, sabi yan ng best gal friend ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay.. basta ok na ako. finish school muna bago committment. besides, i've gone tired of luking for "someone".. feeling ko kasi dumating na yung best choices ko. sa kanila nalang muna ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(biglang nagsalita best gal friend ko w/c is beside me, dito kasi natulog)&lt;br /&gt;        "at sino naman yung mga yun!?"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sagot ko...&lt;br /&gt;"apat sila, yung dalawa kilala mo!"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippey! i must say kahit bagot, happeeeeEEE ako! :p&lt;div 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lang'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115355214253612769</id><published>2006-07-22T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:09:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bagot ako (huhuhu!)</title><content type='html'>saturday nanaman. although maganda ang gising ko because natutuwa ako sa design ng blog ko, thanks again to my younger bro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ghostpool&lt;/span&gt;, knowing na wala akong plano for the rest of the day, i know it'll be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! wala akong plano for a saturday. no night out plans... even a movie, wala!&lt;br /&gt;aburido ako ngayon kasi wala akong ginagawa. honestly speaking naman, i dont wanna go out tonight to go clubbing or something, sana nalang... my badminton friends invite me for a game later, mas ok na sakin yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta bahala na. let me try to stimulate my mind nalang, nang makapag post naman ako ng isang mas interesting na write up. ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115355214253612769?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115355214253612769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115355214253612769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115355214253612769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115355214253612769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/bagot-ako-huhuhu.html' title='bagot ako (huhuhu!)'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115355063482463489</id><published>2006-07-22T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:57:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Repost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending some time&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging here with you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't find too many guys&lt;br /&gt;That treat me like you do&lt;br /&gt;Those other guys all wanna take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;But when I walk their talk is suicide&lt;br /&gt;Some people never get beyond their stupid pride&lt;br /&gt;But you can see the real me inside&lt;br /&gt;And I'm satisfied, oh no, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, ohh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your confidante&lt;br /&gt;Just one of your girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;But I know that love's what you want&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow the world ends&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't we be with the one we really love?&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me who have you been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;At night at home? oh no, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for feeling&lt;br /&gt;This moment is critical&lt;br /&gt;Might be me feeling&lt;br /&gt;It could get physical, oh no, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;a repost from my friend, Jeremy....&lt;br /&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/28157795-115355063482463489?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115355063482463489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115355063482463489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115355063482463489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115355063482463489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/repost.html' title='A Repost'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115351746774654826</id><published>2006-07-22T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T05:31:07.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my younger brother, &lt;a href="http://ghostpool.blogspot.com"&gt;Ghostpool&lt;/a&gt;, for fixing my blog template!&lt;br /&gt;Waaaa! I'm all smiles right now! Galing galing mo kapatid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115351746774654826?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115351746774654826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115351746774654826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115351746774654826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115351746774654826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!!!'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115348021360777075</id><published>2006-07-21T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T05:32:17.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kainis</title><content type='html'>bakit ganun!? hindi ko maayos template ko. am using defaults na nga from blogger tapos ganun parin. huhuhuhu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115348021360777075?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115348021360777075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115348021360777075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115348021360777075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115348021360777075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/kainis.html' title='Kainis'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115340272537495452</id><published>2006-07-20T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T05:36:22.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Araw Na'to</title><content type='html'>i just got home. i was with my "him" awhile ago. we met up and decided to have dinner. it was fun. dami ko ngang nakain. but kanina.. hanggang ngayon, hindi ko alam kung ano ang nararamdaman ko... if im happy or not. i dont know what i am feeling kasi magulo. hindi ko maexplain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yes masaya ako coz i am with him but nararamdaman kong may mali sa nararamdaman ko. naguguluhan ako. parang may nagbabago. natatakot din ako cause i am seeing alot of things that could happen that i didnt see before. magulo, nakakatakot... gusto kong umiyak abt it ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang, may mas maraming bagay akong dapat isipin kesa sa bagay na'to... like yung away namin ng dad ko kagabi but natabunan na iyon and my mind is revolving on this issue. isang issue na matagal ko ng gustong mawala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so sentimental nga siguro. kanina while we were talking, bawat salita na sinasabi niya sobrang dina-digest ko na parang chocolate, ika nga.. ninanamnam ko. may mga bagay na napagusapan kami at sinabi siya na aaminin ko, nasaktan ako. i dont wanna go into details but yes, nasasaktan ako pag may mga bagay na sinasabi siyang hindi maganda ang interpretation ko. alam kong hindi naman dapat at hindi niya kasalanan dahil yun ay mga sarili kong interpretation but talaga.. nasasaktan ako. ewan ko kung nararamdaman o nakikita niya yun pero alam kong tinatago ko yun sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i promised myself that ill hide everything that needs to be hidden from him. and that everything is what i really feel. mahirap.. sobrang hirap pero kailangan at alam kong yun ang dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that some people find it easy to pretend but bakit ako hindi. well siguro unti-unti, siguro natututunan ko ng gawin yun... ang magpanggap dahil nagagawa ko ng ngumiti sa mga bagay na hindi naman talaga nagpapangiti sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina.. on my way home. nasa loob ako ng tricycle. bigla akong nakaramadam ng ibang takot. different things came rushing through my mind that almost led me to cry and almost made me send him emo sms. but, i held on and controlled myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this very moment, pinagiisipan ko yung mga bagay na nagbigay ng takot sakin. am trying to figure out how i could get them off my mind and, i want trying to figure out ways on how to keep myself from being hurt if those things start to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga nila, its better if you're ready for the worst. i guess i have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero sa totoo lang... iniisip ko pa lang, sobrang nanghihina nako. hindi ko yata kakayanin pag nangyari yun. alam ko mahal ko siya, at pag sinabi kong mahal, ibang klaseng pagmamahal, higit pa sa kung anu ang iniisip nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko kakayanin. ayoko. sana hindi mangyari. magtitiis ako kahit habambuhay, wag lang mangyari na makita ko siyang nasa piling ng iba... sa iba tapos sasabihin niya sakin...&lt;br /&gt;"&amp;$@%! Mahal na mahal ko sya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i am listening to this song while writing this post.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pczCleJ2tQ"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pczCleJ2tQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why... why... why...&lt;br /&gt;napakariming tanong... pero sa lahat ng yun... ang sagot lang ay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dahil mahal kita&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115340272537495452?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115340272537495452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115340272537495452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115340272537495452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115340272537495452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/araw-nato_20.html' title='Araw Na&apos;to'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115340086483108564</id><published>2006-07-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:13:47.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Meantime</title><content type='html'>since i cannot fix the template that i was using before... let me use this for the meantime. alam ko di maayos so sorry po for the inconvenience. i dont have time yet to fix it kasi. haay. daming nangyayari lately...... haaay ulit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115340086483108564?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115340086483108564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115340086483108564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115340086483108564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115340086483108564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-meantime.html' title='For The Meantime'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115335966287719286</id><published>2006-07-20T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:49:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huhuhuhu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nagloloko nanaman template ko!&lt;br /&gt;kainis naman! anu ba!?!?! pati ba naman blogger, dumadagdag pa!! waaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115335966287719286?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115335966287719286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115335966287719286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115335966287719286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115335966287719286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/huhuhuhu.html' title='Huhuhuhu!!!'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115335762232947227</id><published>2006-07-20T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:58:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwisit Talaga!!!</title><content type='html'>Kamusta naman ako?!!?!? As usual, madtrip nanaman ako. Bakit?! Kasi, nagsisimula nanamang mambwisit ang epal kong D^%&amp;^Y sa mga pangangaral kuno nya. Haay!? Nakakainis!&lt;br /&gt;Actually kakagising ko lang at namamaga nanaman ang mata ko.  Later, I'll give full details and kung anu ang nangyari. Sa ngayon, breakfast muna ako.&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, namamaga mata kasi umiyak nanaman ako kagabi, this time dahil sa epal kong D^%&amp;amp;^Y at umiyak ako dahil sa sobrang inis! Aauuurrrggghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Later........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115335762232947227?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115335762232947227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115335762232947227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115335762232947227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115335762232947227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/bwisit-talaga.html' title='Bwisit Talaga!!!'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115330410927617350</id><published>2006-07-19T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:23:14.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QPMsK6ykVDo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QPMsK6ykVDo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by: Juana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't mean to hurt you badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't think that I am fooling around with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So sorry for the time you've wasted on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So sorry for the things that you went through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know that the problem's within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're so nice but your love don't deserve me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or maybe I'm just so scared to fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can still remember the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So many times, I've been hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So much trust I put on a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So much suffering I got and the pain still remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know I like you but I don't wanna take the risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So confused and I don't know how to deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, I know I wasn't thinking before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's why I'm always ending up with Mr. Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Learning from the past, don't wanna make a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You could be Mr. Right or could be a fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know I like you but I don't wanna take the risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So confused and I don't know how to deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Repeat CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Repeat CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115330410927617350?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115330410927617350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115330410927617350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115330410927617350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115330410927617350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-song_19.html' title='Just A Song'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115328884883383877</id><published>2006-07-19T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:08:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anu Ba Yun?</title><content type='html'>Nakakaloko!&lt;br /&gt;May mga pangyayari kagabi ni hindi ko inaasahan. Hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ako or maiinis. Haay. Chaka ko na ikukwento. Hilaw pa ang balita. Pahinugin muna natin. (Hehehehe!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115328884883383877?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115328884883383877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115328884883383877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115328884883383877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115328884883383877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/anu-ba-yun.html' title='Anu Ba Yun?'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115322994959751728</id><published>2006-07-18T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:32:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk About</title><content type='html'>Talk About................... uurrrggghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitted infront of my PC, trying to calm and control my emotions when I overheard a line from one telenovela. (people here at home are watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa Piling Mo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ang pagtitiis ay para lamang sa mga nagmamahal. Kung hindi mo siay mahal, wag kang magtiiis dahil kung ganon, niloloko mo lamang ang sarili mo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... somehow it made me smile and ofcourse again...think. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nagtitiis ako dahil mahal ko siya. Nagmamahal nga ako ng totoo.&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/28157795-115322994959751728?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115322994959751728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115322994959751728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115322994959751728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115322994959751728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/talk-about.html' title='Talk About'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115322844584958000</id><published>2006-07-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:19:37.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masaya na Sana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok na sana ang lahat. kung iisipin, unti unti na umaayos lahat ng bagay sa paligid ko. masaya na sana. before everything was so vague and my life was such a mess. feeling ko walang chance para maayos pa ang lahat ng mga mali sa buhay ko, pero ngayon unti unti na bumabalik sa tama ang lahat. ok na sana. masaya na sana. pero hindi. ang hirap talagang magpanggap na okay ang lahat lalu na't hindi naman talaga. bakit nga ba ganito? bakit ba ang hirap matanggap? bakit hindi ko makuha ang nagiisang bagay na inaasam asam ko ng totoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinipilit ko maging masaya sa kung anu man ang meron ako ngayon dahil alam kong yung tama at yun ang dapat kong gawin. pero bawat oras na miisip ko na wala yung nagiisang bagay na yun, hindi ko maikubli na nalulungkot ako't hindi tunay na masaya. hindi ko maitago na nahihirapan ako, dahil alam kong wala ako nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan iniisip ko, bakit para sa isang katulad ko, ang hirap makamtan iyon gayung ang iba'y kay daling makuha ito. anu bang problema sakin? sa tingin ko wala naman. pero bakit ganon?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo, pinipilit kong maging masaya sa kung anung meron ako ngayon, pero hanggang kailan ko ito kakayanin. hanggang kailan ko maitatago na ang totoo'y higit pa sa kung anung meron ako ngayon ang nais ko. hindi ko alam kung anung gagawin ko. hindi ko alam kung ano ang tamang gawin sa sitwasyon kong ito. ayokong may mawala. ang gusto ko'y may madagdag sa anung meron ako ngayon. takot akong may mawala dahil alam kong di ko kaya pag nangyaring mawala iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko nalang umiyak. siguro sa takdang panahon malalampasan ko din ito. siguro nga'y tama nalang na itago ko sa sarili ko kung anu man ang nais ko. hayaan ko nalang ang panahaon ang magtakda at sumagot sa mga tanong ko. sana'y magbunga ng maganda lahat ng pagtitiis ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ayokong mawala ito sa buhay ko... hindi ko kakayanin. ayoko, dahil Mahal na mahal na mahal ko siya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;higit pa sa kung anung alam niyang damdamin ko para sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115322844584958000?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115322844584958000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115322844584958000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115322844584958000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115322844584958000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/masaya-na-sana.html' title='Masaya na Sana'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115318321453623748</id><published>2006-07-18T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:04:46.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang Magandang Umaga at Isang Joke</title><content type='html'>Good Morning peeps! Haay. Kakagising ko lang actually at eto nanaman ako sa harap ng PC ko. Hindi rin naman ako magtatagal kasi  I still need to prepare my stuffs and myself for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I leave, let me show you something I saw from  &lt;a href="http://deejaycmos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deejayz blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa ako ng tawa, hanggang ngayon. Hehehehe! Check it out. Asteeeeg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/peFP6MnvFxU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/peFP6MnvFxU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="250"&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/28157795-115318321453623748?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115318321453623748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115318321453623748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115318321453623748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115318321453623748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/isang-magandang-umaga-at-isang-joke.html' title='Isang Magandang Umaga at Isang Joke'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115312837575159284</id><published>2006-07-17T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:09:31.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabi nila, kung mahal mo daw ang isang tao, dapat handa kang gawin lahat para sa kanya. Dapat handa kang magbigay at magsakripisyo. Kung totoo ito, ibig sabihin lamang na nagmamahal nga ako ng totoo.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit? Kasi tinanggap kong maging matalik kaming magkaibigan lang kami kahit sa totoo, higit pa dun ang nararamdaman ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, masaya ako dahil kahit ganun, marami din naman akong napaptunayan at natutunan, tungkol sa kanya at sa sarili ko. Mabuti na din siguro na ganito para mas makilala namin ang isa't isa. Sa totoo lang, unit-unti na kaming mas nagiging at ease sa isa't isa. We slowly developing something good. A friendship thats so special. Masaya ako, Oo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, wala na akong mahihiling pa. Ok na ako na kahit ganito. Sa totoo lang, feeling ko ung "tag" lang naman ang kulang sa amin... feeling ko lang ha. Pero ok na ako ng ganito. Kuntento at masaya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115312837575159284?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115312837575159284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115312837575159284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115312837575159284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115312837575159284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/haay.html' title='Haay...'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115312665600483586</id><published>2006-07-17T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:00:51.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Happy That We're Okay Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its been awhile. its been more than a year. ang tagal ko din hinantay dumating ang araw na'to. ung araw na maging ok tayo. ung nakakapagusap tayo.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i never expected na darating pa itong araw na'to. i thought we'll stay cold at each other but thank God that we're in speaking terms now. i know i've said that i can or will never be friends with you, but i was so wrong. ur too special to be forgotten. haaay. sobrang saya ko at ngayon okay na tayo. 'di mo lang alam.&lt;br /&gt;thanks..... namiss kita ha!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115312665600483586?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115312665600483586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115312665600483586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115312665600483586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115312665600483586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-happy-that-were-okay-now.html' title='Am Happy That We&apos;re Okay Now'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115312263916636391</id><published>2006-07-17T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:50:43.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For the past days I've been busy. Not very busy, medyo lang. Ano-ano ba ang mga ito. Read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. Going back to school (Yippey!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Yes. After a year and a half of stopping from school, I've finally decided to go back to school, and this time, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    seriosu with it. I've been processing my papers cause I'm transferring from San Beda College to DLSU-College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    of Saint Benilde. Mejo nakakapagod cause pabalik-balik ako like this coming Tuesday, I need to go to CSB again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    to check on my application. Haaay?! Well nakakapgod yun. But okay lang. I so want to go back to school naman     eh. By September, isa nanaman akong estudyante. Honestly, mejo kinakabahan ako at natatakot because it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    been almost 2 years since I last went to school. Feeling ko di na ako marunong magsulat. Pero, excited din ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    at the same time. Maninibago lang talaga ako siguro kase nasanay nakong nagwowork. Haay. Tagal naman ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. iTunes and Limewire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was looking for some songs in my iTunes tapos hindi ko mahanap. Nainis ako! I realized hindi pala maayos&lt;br /&gt;  ang names ng mga mp3 files ko, both in Limewire and iTunes. Tapos nalaman ko din na hindi synchronized         ang iTunes and Limewire ko so ayun, I decided to individually fix/edit the names of the files para mas&lt;br /&gt;  madali kong masearch next time. Hanggang ngayon, nageedit parin ako at wala pako sa kalahati. I have more&lt;br /&gt;  than 1500 mp3 files at nasa 600plus palang ang naeedit ko. Imagine, am editing the title, genre, artist and&lt;br /&gt;  album. Hirap pa pag hindi ko alam yung artist and album, kailangan ko pang magsearch sa web. Define effort.&lt;br /&gt;  Pero ok lang. May maganda namang maidudulot to. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reconnecting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was one night when I got my photo album from my cabinet. I flipped through the pages and started&lt;br /&gt;  reminiscing the past. Ang dami na talagang nagbago. And nakakalungkot cause I don't have contact with&lt;br /&gt;  my old friends, especially my HS friends. So, ang ginawa ko, I wrote their names on a yellow paper and I logged&lt;br /&gt;  on to Friendster at isa-isa kong sinearch mga profile nila. Good thing most of them are search-able. I&lt;br /&gt;  added them up and exchanged number para once in awhile we could make "kamustahan". Tapos once they've&lt;br /&gt;  added me up, I browse through their friends to check if I know someone that's not on my list. Ang saya. Also,&lt;br /&gt;  unti-unti (just like what I've said on a previous post), I'm making everyone on my Friendster list, a testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;  Syempre, may kapalit, testi din for me. Hehehe! Its really nice to reconnect with old friends. Daming kwento.&lt;br /&gt;  Can't wait for the class reunion that my HS friends are planning this August. Waaaa! Malalasing nanaman ako&lt;br /&gt;  nito. Waaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. CSS &amp; Blog Templates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Dahil nainggit ako kay Juice kasi ang galing galing niyang gumawa ng template, I started browsing through&lt;br /&gt;  pages on how I could learn to use CSS, Web Designs esp. for Blog pages. Haay!? Hirap pala. Ayan kakatesting&lt;br /&gt;  ko, nabura ung luma kong template na ginawa ni Juice para sakin. (huhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Calling Juice.... help! help! help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, as preparation for school this September. I'm asking people around to teach me some recipes. FYI: I'm&lt;br /&gt;  taking up BS HRIM in DLSU-CSB this coming September, so I need to know how to cook although marunong&lt;br /&gt;  naman ako ng konti. My mom came from a family of chefs so saya pag nagpapturo sa kanya. Minsan nga lang&lt;br /&gt;  tinatawanan niya ako pag nagluluto ako. Ang arte ko daw. Hahaha! Chaka ok din palang past time and pagluluto&lt;br /&gt;  lalo na para sa isang tulad kong gustong tumaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yan ang mga pinagkakaabalahan ko ngayon. Ang saya noh?! Kayo? Kamusta naman kayo jan?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115312263916636391?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115312263916636391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115312263916636391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115312263916636391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115312263916636391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Busy'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115263678146256948</id><published>2006-07-12T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:54:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang Paglilinaw</title><content type='html'>napansin ko lang na marami ang nagreact (text/privmsg) sa last post ko. just wanted to clear it out, dami kasi nagtatanong kung sino si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Budz&lt;/span&gt;. so, para sa impormasyon ng nakararami, Budz is my new found best friend. basta, mahabang kwento. Single&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;parin po ako (hehehe!) kaya huwag niyo muna akong icongratulate (hahaha!). I'll post it, no doubt! pag meron na, pero mukhang matatagalan pa yun.&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115263678146256948?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115263678146256948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115263678146256948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115263678146256948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115263678146256948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/isang-paglilinaw.html' title='Isang Paglilinaw'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115255236044079403</id><published>2006-07-11T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T02:22:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today I celebrate the day I met my....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;B-u-d-Z-z !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy (1st) Monthsary ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;thank you for coming into my life... ur myANGEL !!!&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115255236044079403?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115255236044079403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115255236044079403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115255236044079403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115255236044079403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-monthsary.html' title='Happy Monthsary'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115236213530653108</id><published>2006-07-08T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:28:06.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabado ng Gabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sabado nanaman at ano pa nga ba kundi mamaya maghahanda na ako para lumabas... para gumimik. Saan? Kahit saan sa Makati. Malamang sa Greenbelt muna, dinner with one of my friends tapos I'll go clubbing somewhere kasama naman ang best buddy ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm na. Maaga pa para mag ayos. You know naman, party starts at 12mn but since I'll be having dinner with my friend mukhang kailangan pagkatapos ng post na'to eh magayos nako. Matagal pa naman akong maligo at mamimili ng damit. Haaay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis. Umuulan ngayon! Medyo nakakatamad umalis ngayong gabi kasi nga umuulan, pero Sabado ngayon! Gimik night! Isa pa, buong linggo akong nakakakulong dito sa bahay. Umaalis lang ako pag kailangan, kaya sayang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine nyo, 16 palang ako gumigimik nako. Nagsimula ako sa Malate, tapos Libis, tapos Timog tapos ngayon Makati nalang. Dati todo ang bar hop ko with my friends. Anjan yung 5 bar or club ang napasukan namin in one night. Pero alam nyo, never ko pang naexperience yung umuwi ng nagsusuka because of too much alcohol. Hindi naman kasi ako mahilig uminom. Kwentuhan lang, konting beer tapos sayaw lang... ok nako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, minsan nagsasawa na akong lumabas at pumarty. Siguro I'm starting to get tired of it. Ewan ko lang ha. Minsan lang naman. Siguro crashing lang ako ngayon. Nageemote! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kainis talaga. Ang lakas ng ulan ngayon. Wala pa namang pwedeng maghatid sakin sa Makati. Yung best buddy ko nandun ng maaga kasi may imimit, sabay sana ako pero wag nalang. Cab nalang. Hehehe. Kakahiya. Hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay?! Sabado Night. Ganito nalang ba lagi? Kelan kaya mauulit yung Sabado ng gabi na may susunduin ako tapos magkasama lang kami buong gabi... sweet tapos hahati d ko sya sa bahay nila. Alam nyo naman siguro ibig kong sabihin noh?! Hmmm. Hindi kaya, ngayon gabi makilala ko na sya? Sa tingin niyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam nyo, halos lahat ng naging partner ko nameet ko sa gimikan. Hahaha! Am not saying na kaya ako gumigimik dahil umaasa ako na may makilala. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I go out and party to enjoy and be happy with my friends, not to hook up or anything else&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Basta yun. Wala lang. Naisip ko lang yung thought ng Saturday intimate date with someone. Wala lang. Emo na nga talaga ako. Haaay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. 8:30 na. Magaayos nako.&lt;br /&gt;Subukan kong magpost ng pics from my gimik tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayo? San gimik nyo? Kung saan man, ingat kayo!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115236213530653108?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115236213530653108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115236213530653108&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115236213530653108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115236213530653108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sabado-ng-gabi.html' title='Sabado ng Gabi'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115218792958353691</id><published>2006-07-06T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:17:03.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Aking Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Wish List..... sa ngayon&lt;br /&gt;(Unang Lima)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sana tumaba na ulit ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this month, dapat pumatak ng 145lbs or 150lbs and timbang ko. Sa ngayon, ako ay under-weight at 132lbs. Siguro naman sa tulog ng magical chinese tabs na iniinom ko,&lt;br /&gt;tataba     ako. It did work the last time yun nga lang mukha akong may manas. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sana September na! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong sumakay sa isang time machine at i-fast forward ang oras. Sana September na!&lt;br /&gt;Bakit? Kasi, am going back to school na! Na-miss ko din mag-aral ha! At sa totoo lang, hindi ko&lt;br /&gt;lubos naisip na mami-miss ko ang mag-aral. See you CSB!!! Animo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sana makapag work-out na ulit ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking kaibigan na nagbibigay saken ng free membership sa isang fitness center ay nag&lt;br /&gt;resign na so ibig sabihin, wala na din akong free membership. Kainis! Wala pa naman akong&lt;br /&gt;credit card na pwedeng gamitin for membership! Huuhuhuhu!!! Kawawa naman ako! Try ko&lt;br /&gt;kaya yung tita ko? Sana okay lang sa kanyang maki ride ako sa credit card niya. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sana makapagpalit na ulit ako ng mobile unit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako maluho ha! Baka isipin nyo maluho ako. Hindi po! Kaya nga wishlist diba?!&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Gusto ko lang ulit magkaroon ng 3G na phone dahil ang phone ko ngayon ay hindi&lt;br /&gt;3G. Oo! Dati may 3G ako, pero isa ako sa mga minalas na kalabitin at hold-up-in! Huhuhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;Yung w900i ko! Waaaaaaaa! Kulang nalang, sabunin ako ng Mommy ko nung nawala ko yun!&lt;br /&gt;Pakiramdam ko, matatagalan pa talaga bago ako makapagpalit ng phone dahil medyo&lt;br /&gt;may kamahalan yung huling kong phone na nahold-up sakin! Parusa talaga! Sana yung nang&lt;br /&gt;hold-up sakin masagasaan! Waaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sana magka-Love life nako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Akala nyo siguro meron akong lovelife, pero wala. Akala ko din meron pero wala. Magdadalawang taon na akong walang tinetext ng "I love you!" at ng kung anu anu pang sweet nothings. Nakakamiss na. Kahit MU lang pwede na or date, pero mukhang walang magkamali. Hay naku! Nagiging emosyonal ako pagdating sa bagay na'to. Feeling ko kasi I was born to be a lover pero sino mamahalin ko? Yung aso namin? Makikiss ko ba yun?! Haaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... ito muna sa ngayon pero marami pa akong hinihiling! (Abangan ang karugtong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115218792958353691?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115218792958353691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115218792958353691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115218792958353691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115218792958353691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/ang-aking-wish-list.html' title='Ang Aking Wish List'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115212388328074956</id><published>2006-07-06T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T08:38:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-Ging?</title><content type='html'>Napansin ko lang. Kaka blog-hop ko...  napansin kong halos lahat ng tao na tag na... Ako di pa!?!?! Hahaha! Ok lang. At least diba?! Walang sapilitang entry... hahahaha! Pero ngayong wala akong magawa, kailangan ko yun...................................................................... haaay?!&lt;br /&gt;(tawa lang ako!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115212388328074956?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115212388328074956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115212388328074956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115212388328074956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115212388328074956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/tag-ging.html' title='Tag-Ging?'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115212236789581823</id><published>2006-07-06T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:17:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Idle-ness Usefull</title><content type='html'>Dahil hanggang ngayon wala parin akong magawa... may naisip akong isang magandang ideya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gagawan ko lahat ng friends ko sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; ng testi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh.. eh di mas ok diba?! kaya kung kayo... mga mambabasa... if you want some testi's... make sure nasa list ko kayo... hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero syempre... blog hop muna!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/28157795-115212236789581823?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115212236789581823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115212236789581823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115212236789581823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115212236789581823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/making-idle-ness-usefull.html' title='Making Idle-ness Usefull'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115209869421289845</id><published>2006-07-05T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:24:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try This</title><content type='html'>Something my younger brother taught me...&lt;br /&gt;Follow the instructions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to http://google.com&lt;br /&gt;2. type in on the search box the word "Failure"&lt;br /&gt;3. instead of clicking "Google Search", click on "I'm feeling lucky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... ask yourself why that webpage uploads infront of you. i myself don't know.&lt;br /&gt;just sharing an info. don't you find it weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115209869421289845?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115209869421289845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115209869421289845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115209869421289845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115209869421289845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/try-this.html' title='Try This'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115209641192983932</id><published>2006-07-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:58:06.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All this World Cup fever has come to me... So ayun! Halos buong araw yata akong nagbabasa ng mga articles tungkol sa FIFA WORLD CUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just waiting for the recorded tapes na hiniram ko sa friend ko na adik sa football. Isang matagalang marathon ito mamayang gabi. Am watching the games played already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, si David Beckham lang ang familiar sakin pagdating sa football. So far medyo meron na akong alam na bago. Ewan ko, nag football naman ako sa PE sa school pero bakit hindi ko nahiligan yun?! Siguro kasi mainit pag naglalaro ka ng Football, sa field yun noh!? Lalu na sa field ng San Beda! Haay! Kainit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England sana ang team ko kasi nga andun si Beckham, eh natalo sila eh so Portugal nalang ako. Bakit? Ewan ko. Siguro kasi halos lahat ng kakilala ko, Portugal ang gusto. Isa na dito si _ _ _ _ !!! (hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/w/team/overview.html?team=por"&gt;PORTUGAL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115209641192983932?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115209641192983932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115209641192983932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115209641192983932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115209641192983932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-fever.html' title='World Cup Fever'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115209204526816481</id><published>2006-07-05T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:55:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala akong Magawa</title><content type='html'>Sa totoo lang, hindi ako magaling magsulat. Siguro naman halata sa mga posts ko dito noh?! Feeling ko nga, this blog is more of a freedom board kesa sa online diary. Hehehe. Wala namang masama diba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. I am so bored right now. Kaya eto. Puro mukha ko nalang muna popost ko. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/looplet.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=mypohf20LqZC8JJ2CtsUM-6tkBN1JLau&amp;amp;incr=3" name="looplet" bgcolor="#333333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="150" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige tawanan nyo lang mukha ko. Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115209204526816481?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115209204526816481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115209204526816481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115209204526816481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115209204526816481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/wala-akong-magawa.html' title='Wala akong Magawa'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115209098309551517</id><published>2006-07-05T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:41:52.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMULA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pagod na akong maging malungkot... pagod na akong umiyak... pagod na akong mag-isip ng kung anu-ano... pagod na akong pilitin ang sarili kong maging masaya... pagod na akong mabuhay sa ganito klaseng mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalawang taon... dalawang mahabang taon ang sinayang ko dahil lamang sa nasaktan ako... hinayaan kong kainin ng sobrang sakit ang aking buong pagkatao... pero tama na... ayoko na..&lt;br /&gt;nakita ko na ang dapat makita at nadama ko na ang mga dapat madama.. at sa wakas... natutunan ko na ang dapat na matutunan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon... sisimulan ko ng ibangon ang sarili ko...&lt;br /&gt;magiging mahirap para sa aking ibalik ang buhay na iniwan ko, 2 taon na ang nakakalipas pero kakayanin ko... at kung kailangang iwan at kalimutan ang mga bagay na akin ng nakagisnan para lamang matupad ang nais ko, gagawin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang hudyat ng bagong ako... isang bagong buhay na tatahakin ko...&lt;br /&gt;isang bagong MARKO... ang tunay na MARKO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/88c2scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/320/88c2scd.jpg" alt="" 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/28157795-115209098309551517?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115209098309551517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115209098309551517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115209098309551517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115209098309551517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/simula.html' title='SIMULA'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115208839040973856</id><published>2006-07-05T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:37:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG THANK YOU !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;......just wanted to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU &lt;/span&gt;to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Juiceee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(for doing my template)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andwalkaway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(teaching me how to use blogrolling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS A BUNCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU TWO ARE THE BEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115208839040973856?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208839040973856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115208839040973856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115208839040973856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115208839040973856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/big-thank-you.html' title='A BIG THANK YOU !!!'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115193589941052723</id><published>2006-07-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:05:56.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Said... and I Replied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you said.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've always wanted to be free to fly away and never return. To soar up high until the height may never be seen. But then, somewhere beyond that, I wish to be owned, to be held and never to let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;i replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Fly away as high as you can. And when the time comes that you get tired of so much height and too much flying. I wish my arms are still free for you to land on. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The greatest battle ever fought by anyone is the battle of love that cannot be yours. No matter how strong your shield is or how sharp your sword, the bleeding cannot be prevented and the hurt will never be concealed. For the wound of the body can be healed but the wound of the heart will forever leave a scar that will remind you of a battle that you never won."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115193589941052723?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115193589941052723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115193589941052723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115193589941052723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115193589941052723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-said-and-i-replied.html' title='You Said... and I Replied'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115174653434955871</id><published>2006-07-01T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:56:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures (me &amp; my friends) during the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome Party for the Pride Celebration&lt;/span&gt;, June 23 and on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bliss White Party &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Government&lt;/span&gt; last June 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/looplet.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=70bnA3Th9uKlIvk7WiQCpizotNluR02o&amp;amp;incr=3" name="looplet" bgcolor="#333333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="185" width="400"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115174653434955871?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115174653434955871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115174653434955871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115174653434955871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115174653434955871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115100943580808571</id><published>2006-06-23T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T04:54:41.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Celebrate... See yah guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/bliss_web.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 614px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/400/bliss_web.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people who are coming, please say "hi" to me when you see me toitering around the party. Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115100943580808571?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115100943580808571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115100943580808571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115100943580808571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115100943580808571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-celebrate-see-yah-guys.html' title='Let&apos;s Celebrate... See yah guys!'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115100807763643013</id><published>2006-06-23T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T04:58:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emote Mode</title><content type='html'>the events of the past days made me think and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;am i really ready to love &amp; commit again or am i just infatuated by the thought of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been talking to my friends about my situation right now and they have the same advice. i agreed to what they wanted me to do. and yeah, i did it. they are right, maybe its not yet my time  and am just infatuated, also, maybe he's just not the one for me. maybe we are better off as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know. everything is so vague right now. i feel so "bobo" to feel this way. argggg!&lt;br /&gt;its true nga that we become the stupidest person when we're in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks! am being madrama again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, just to give u an insight to whats happening. i've accepted what he wanted us to be. im taking everything slowly. in a way, we're getting to know each other more with this type of setup.  although it hurts at times because what i feel is not reciprocated the way i wanted it to be but i  guess its better this way rather than loosing a very special person. i dont wanna loose him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just hope for that day when everything makes a sudden twist. who knows what will happen. maybe in time, i get to realize and really accept that we are just better of as friends. or maybe in time, he gets to feel the same way that i am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come what may as what people tell me.&lt;br /&gt;for me it would be "bahala na!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115100807763643013?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115100807763643013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115100807763643013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115100807763643013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115100807763643013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/emote-mode.html' title='Emote Mode'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115100713769743352</id><published>2006-06-23T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T04:43:38.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there someone inlove with me?</title><content type='html'>Thanks Gabriel for the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me..... really wonder ??????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=2676" method="post"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#90bed5" border="1" bordercolor="#000000" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#003300"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=" 2676="" target="'_new'" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;IS SOME ONE IN LOVE WITH YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg="" style=""&gt;&lt;input name="'in0'" size="32" maxlength="64" value="'Marco'" type="'text'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;DOB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg="" style=""&gt;&lt;input name="'in1'" size="32" maxlength="64" value="'april17," type="'text'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favourite Color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 143, 243);"&gt;&lt;input name="'in2'" size="32" maxlength="64" value="'blue'" type="'text'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is some one in love with you right now&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 143, 243);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;love at first sight with you baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;are you in love right now&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#008ff3;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, and been in love for a loonnnggg time...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#083360"&gt;&lt;input name="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;fun quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=" 5683=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;therat429&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 220076 Times.&lt;img src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;New! Get Free &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://astrology.kwiz.biz%27" style=""&gt;Daily Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt; from Kwiz.Biz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&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/28157795-115100713769743352?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115100713769743352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115100713769743352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115100713769743352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115100713769743352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-there-someone-inlove-with-me.html' title='Is there someone inlove with me?'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115088864816688617</id><published>2006-06-21T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:17:28.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys Me??? What!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Let's just hope that Cherry Gil doesnt say her famous line to Alyssa after this. Watch it. You'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVDP5pW13Q4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVDP5pW13Q4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arrrrgggg!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115088864816688617?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115088864816688617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115088864816688617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115088864816688617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115088864816688617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/keys-me-what.html' title='Keys Me??? What!?!?!?'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115083786933656483</id><published>2006-06-21T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T05:13:12.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a friend of mine sent me this message. its struck me so much that it made me think alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOVE CAN NEVER BE SO BEAUTIFUL WITHOUT FRIENDSHIP. ONE LEADS TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ANOTHER AND THE PROCESS IS IREVERSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST OF LOVERS ARE THE BEST OF FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes. The best of lovers are the best of friends. And that's the way I wanna go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You know what I mean..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115083786933656483?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115083786933656483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115083786933656483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115083786933656483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115083786933656483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115083635285494232</id><published>2006-06-21T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T05:02:07.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye by Juana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Didn't mean to hurt you badly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't think that I am fooling around with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So sorry for the time you've wasted on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So sorry for the things that you've went thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But I know that the problem's with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You're so nice but your love don't deserve me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Or maybe I'm just so scared to fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Goodbye_Goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Goodbye_Goodbye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can still remember the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;How many times I've been hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So much trust I put on a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So much suffering I've got and the pain still remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You know I like you but I don't wanna take the risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So confused and I don't know how to deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Need sometime for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I need sometime for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I need sometime for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I know I wasn't thinking before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That's why I'm always ending up with Mr. Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Learning form the past, don't wanna make mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You could be Mr. Right or could be fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You know I like you but I don't wanna take the risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So confused and I don't know how to deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Need sometime for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I need sometime for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/No_Time_For_Goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/No_Time_For_Goodbye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I need sometime for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-- there's something about this song that makes me life it so much more than before.......... its making me cry a tear but am ok.... i amhappy none the less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/28157795-115083635285494232?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115083635285494232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115083635285494232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115083635285494232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115083635285494232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/goodbye-by-juana.html' title='Goodbye by Juana'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115082928218179755</id><published>2006-06-21T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:24:56.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this days are one of those rare occassions when i can say that i am happy, really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really dont know why but there's something about the events in the two days that made me feel this way. i dont want to put them into details but tonight i'll be sleeping with a smile on my face, again... a rare thing to happen for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, before i go to bed and rest... i wanna say thank you to those people who i think are the reasons why i am happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; Thanks to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;mOmmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;    eRbi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my college friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ateh rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/28157795-115082928218179755?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115082928218179755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115082928218179755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115082928218179755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115082928218179755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-days-are-one-of-those-rare.html' title=''/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115064621300252036</id><published>2006-06-18T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T05:40:26.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question Has Been Answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am at peace now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;           Thank you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                         ...&amp;%#@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115064621300252036?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115064621300252036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115064621300252036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115064621300252036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115064621300252036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/question-has-been-answered.html' title='The Question Has Been Answered'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115064507928936340</id><published>2006-06-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:37:59.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings</title><content type='html'>As you know, I'm trying to keep myself from thinking so much lately so&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogthings&lt;/span&gt; I got from a friend's link. It was fun. Try it out just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFA5B2;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance&lt;br /&gt;You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea&lt;br /&gt;The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&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/28157795-115064507928936340?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/' title='Blogthings'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115064507928936340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115064507928936340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115064507928936340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115064507928936340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-115024938814813277</id><published>2006-06-14T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T05:41:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Person Who Made Me Believe In Love Again</title><content type='html'>For a year and four months, I kept myself from believing that I will once again feel my heart beat for one special person. Not because I don’t want to believe but because I was traumatized by the bitter fate of the past relationship that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconsciously and as a result of my defense mechanism on any possible form of intimacy, love and commitment, I grew lonely, gloomy and lived a life of agony. The boy that was once filled with joy, laughter and excitement became miserable, hateful and bitter. I became someone no one expected me to become. I became a monster. I grew selfish. I became so nasty and nobody was able to control me. I messed up my life more because I’ve lost hope for a better one. I even tried to end it because I’ve gone tired of it. I didn’t care for nothing else but myself and worst, I tried to buy happiness in tabs, vials and grams. I went down to my lowest point all because of philophobia. I was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of those is part of yesterday and yesterday is gone. I’ve started to pick myself up and started redeeming myself. I looked back and I realized that I was lucky enough to be given another chance on starting a brand new life. It was like being born again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is back on its tracks. Everything seems to be fine until that day when I felt my heart beat a different rhythm. It was ecstatic and twice as much. It was joyous until I realized that the last time I felt this way was when I met that person who made me crash, burn and be the worst I can be. It scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! The last time I felt this way was when I fell so deeply in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assessed my emotions and carefully rationalized the past. And then I looked at myself on the mirror and asked myself, “Am I ready to love again and take the risk?” I saw a smile form on my face and my eyes glimmer like gems. My heart started beating fast and at last, I was able to answer that question a big YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to face another commitment and take the risk of falling in love again. This time, everything will be taken into moderation. What I’ve learned in the past will be applied carefully for everything to be secure and for everything to work effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that I am in love. And I am taking each step carefully to lessen any possible pain that may come… if not avoid it. I may not know if the person that I love feels that same way but I know that my entire system is functioning on its normal state. I am ready to prove how worthy I am to be loved and cared. And I am ready to give the same amount of love that I am giving myself to that very special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies ahead is unpredictable. What I am feeling right now may not be reciprocated. But I want to grab this opportunity to thank that very special person who made my heart beat twice as much and express what I truly feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not see it but you have helped me and brought me so much. You opened my eyes and helped me see things that were kept from me by the bitter fate that I had in the past. You brought back the smile on my face and most importantly you made me feel and believe in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t ask you to love me if it’s not what you heart feels towards me. But please believe me when I say that what I feel towards you is sincere and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear right now to you, that if we’re given the chance to be together, I will take good care of you and I will love you more than how other people loved you before. My body and soul will only be yours and I will take you to a world where our love constantly grows deeper and deeper. I will carry all the pain and grudges just to make sure that you won’t get hurt and I’ll make sure that here on my arms you’ll be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll forever be gratifide with the beauty that you're giving me right now and I hope and pray that we'll be given the chance to share life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously inlove with you and I'll forever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-115024938814813277?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115024938814813277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=115024938814813277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115024938814813277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/115024938814813277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-person-who-made-me-believe-in-love.html' title='To The Person Who Made Me Believe In Love Again'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114905804048914993</id><published>2006-05-31T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:47:20.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a friend i longed for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as swift as the morning breeze you came&lt;br /&gt;you are my one true friend as you claim&lt;br /&gt;you fill my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;every single night&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt you were here to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the scent of your perfume, the warmth of your smile&lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes makes me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;your simple gestures makes my heart sink&lt;br /&gt;when you stare at me, I try to thinnk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/i-love-you1280x1024.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/i-love-you1280x1024.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes I wish you were mine&lt;br /&gt;and you feel the same way as mine&lt;br /&gt;you lifted my soul and you captured my heart&lt;br /&gt;for you were here from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond the barriers into the hardships&lt;br /&gt;you filled my fancy with you tiny bliss&lt;br /&gt;a friend like you is what i longed for&lt;br /&gt;when we're together I can't beg for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-114905804048914993?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114905804048914993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114905804048914993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114905804048914993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114905804048914993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114881122097733129</id><published>2006-05-28T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:25:54.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chuck Taylor Design (hahahaha!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2801%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked it?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised...  here are pictures of my sprained foot...&lt;br /&gt;dont want u guys to see whats behind the wraps, it looks ugly.....&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/28157795-114881122097733129?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114881122097733129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114881122097733129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114881122097733129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114881122097733129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-chuck-taylor-design-hahahaha.html' title='New Chuck Taylor Design (hahahaha!)'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114869782525611528</id><published>2006-05-27T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:47:58.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatta Way To Start My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got up and ofcourse I am again infront of the computer having breakfast .&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing through some blogs.. as usual.. and i came across this fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sure u guys would love it especially if you've seen the film...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKeDWCLajQk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKeDWCLajQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mark for posting that! Sure made my "good" morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://markcarandang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Checkout his blog too!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PCUSER%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-114869782525611528?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114869782525611528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114869782525611528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114869782525611528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114869782525611528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/whatta-way-to-start-my-day.html' title='Whatta Way To Start My Day'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114867146461891156</id><published>2006-05-27T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T03:24:24.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Deeper Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://reflectionsdeep.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reflections on Deeper Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this blog out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trully inspiring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-114867146461891156?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://reflectionsdeep.blogspot.com/' title='Reflections on Deeper Things'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114867146461891156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114867146461891156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114867146461891156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114867146461891156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflections-on-deeper-things.html' title='Reflections on Deeper Things'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114866326715557980</id><published>2006-05-27T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:12:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted............ ankle! (Ouch!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Medical/sprain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 368px;" src="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Medical/sprain.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprained my right ankle! It's swelling so bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital earlier this afternoon. Good thing the doctor sain everything's ok, that they aren't any broken bones or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared because eventhough I've been enggaded into alot of physical/sports activities like Taekwondo &amp;amp; Badminton, I've never experienced having a sprain like this. It's swelling so much and am so scared that because of my carelesness lastnight, my legs will be amputated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(will be posting my swollen feet pics tomorrow!)&lt;/span&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/28157795-114866326715557980?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114866326715557980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114866326715557980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114866326715557980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114866326715557980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/twisted-ankle-ouch.html' title='Twisted............ ankle! (Ouch!!!)'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114865871367868479</id><published>2006-05-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:28:41.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Seventh Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well... am at the 7th level....&lt;br /&gt;Try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-114865871367868479?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114865871367868479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114865871367868479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114865871367868479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114865871367868479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/out-of-boredom.html' title='Out Of Boredom'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114863256665853311</id><published>2006-05-26T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:36:06.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Games?</title><content type='html'>This may be a bit girly but the &lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; are soooo cute and fun to play.&lt;br /&gt;Would you imagine that I spent 5 hours playing this &lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the &lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/"&gt;links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS! To Ferry Halim. Good job! You sure are good!&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-114863256665853311?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/' title='Love Games?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114863256665853311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114863256665853311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114863256665853311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114863256665853311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-games.html' title='Love Games?'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114863180824182199</id><published>2006-05-26T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:54:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrggg! I'm missing alot!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/chicane.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/320/chicane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this! I am so missing alot!!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If only I can teleport myself just for one night and parteeeeeeeeE with my "gang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who'll be at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicane.....  "&lt;/span&gt;inggit ako!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it sucks but have to accept my bitter fate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will see you on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigfishmanila.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/400/tokyoproject2006teaserflyerfro.jpg" alt="" 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/28157795-114863180824182199?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114863180824182199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114863180824182199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114863180824182199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114863180824182199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/arrrggg-im-missing-alot.html' title='Arrrggg! I&apos;m missing alot!!!!'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114863129851313342</id><published>2006-05-26T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:58:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Back Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a time when it was only me and my gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/Image%2801%29.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/Image%2801%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was simple. Most of my time and money are spent in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/DSC00069.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/DSC00069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/DSC00007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/DSC00007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was simple but I was happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!!! I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/28157795-114863129851313342?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114863129851313342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114863129851313342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114863129851313342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114863129851313342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/turning-back-time.html' title='Turning Back Time'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114862815221045477</id><published>2006-05-26T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:00:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/x3stacypsy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/200/x3stacypsy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/1600/xmen3-psylocke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/1984/320/xmen3-psylocke.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Fact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Did you know that the girl who played the violet haired Psylocke in X3 The Last Stand was born in Manila? Not sure if she's pinay though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; but hey! dat wud be sumtin ryt?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Her name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Meiling Melancon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;proof??? check this link out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art38964.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art38964.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-114862815221045477?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art38964.asp' title='Did you know?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114862815221045477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114862815221045477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114862815221045477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114862815221045477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114821734035059241</id><published>2006-05-21T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:42:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.. Tough Shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT YOU CANNOT MAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SOMEONE LOVE YOU. ALL YOU CAN DO IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STALK THEM AND HOPE THEY PANIC AND GIVE IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT NO MATTER HOW MUCH I CARE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST ASSH*LES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT IT TAKES YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TO BUILD UP TRUST, AND IT ONLY TAKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SUSPICION, NOT PROOF, TO DESTROY IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT YOU CAN GET BY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ON CHARM FOR ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AFTER THAT, YOUD BETTER HAVE A BIG WILLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;OR HUGE BOOBS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT YOU SHOULDNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS - THEY ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;MORE SCREWED UP THAN YOU THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT YOU CAN KEEP VOMITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;LONG AFTER YOU THINK YOU'RE FINISHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT WE ARE RESPONSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;FOR WHAT WE DO, UNLESS WE ARE CELEBRITIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT REGARDLESS OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HOW HOT AND STEAMY A RELATIONSHIP IS AT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;FIRST, THE PASSION FADES, AND THERE HAD BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BE A LOT OF MONEY TO TAKE ITS PLACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT 99% OF THE TIME WHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SOMETHING ISN'T WORKING IN YOUR HOUSE, ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;OF YOUR KIDS DID IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IVE LEARNED THAT THE PEOPLE YOU CARE MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ABOUT IN LIFE ARE TAKEN FROM YOU TOO SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AND ALL THE LESS IMPORTANT ONES JUST NEVER GO AWAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;LIFE...TOUGH SH*IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;d[-_-]b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ..marco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-114821734035059241?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114821734035059241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114821734035059241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114821734035059241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114821734035059241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-tough-shit_21.html' title='Life.. Tough Shit!'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114821694280591193</id><published>2006-05-21T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:40:33.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Easy For One To Say But So Hard To Be Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" lang="en-us" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends your children, sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves , getting on with live and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has passed will not return; we cannot forever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards out parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Thins 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 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, and 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 lover 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;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, and shake off the dust. Stop being who you were and change into who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;  d[-_-]b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="sg"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ..marco..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-114821694280591193?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114821694280591193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114821694280591193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114821694280591193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114821694280591193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-easy-for-one-to-say-but-so.html' title='Something Easy For One To Say But So Hard To Be Done'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114782139004970952</id><published>2006-05-17T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:39:25.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitter Sweet Sick Cycle Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Isn't it amazing how love can either build us or ruin us? How a person can say how much they love us and won't ever leave us but then leave you and hurt you so badly till you can no longer bear the pain and want to stop breathing and kill yourself?! Sometimes... don't you think that it's so stupid and patethic to love? For love has this bitter sweet and sick cycle. A cycle that I used to not believe in. A cycle that is so unfar and is somewhat normal in our society. This is the cycle that causes the pain that we feel in every relationship that we get into. A stupid, sick, selfish, patethic and unfair cycle that we are all going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how this cycle works and I will tell it to you in a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ethan has a relationship with Jessie. Jessie loves Ethan so much but Ethan fell out of love and broke up with Jessie. Jessie was hurt badly by this and was at the brink of insanity. Years had passed and Jessie tried to love again eventhough he knows that deep inside his heart, he is still madly inlove with Ethan. Jessie made himself believe that he has moved on. And so, he opened his heart to a new "love", Mikel. Like how Jessie love Ethan, Mikel loves Jessie so much or maybe even more than how Jessie loves Ethan. Mikel loves Jessie so much that he had sacrificed so much, even chose Jessie over his own family. Mikel was aware of the fact that Jessie is still inlove with Ethan, but because of the love that he feels for Jessie, he accepted this fact and stayed with him, giving him and showing him the love that he feels for Jessie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A couple of months passed, things became more and more complicated for the two, and so they broke up. Mikel was so devastated by this. He loves Jessie so much that he had forgotten about himself and was left with nothing after that aweful day. Mikel loves Jessie so much but after that day, he felt his very being loose every inch of hope and zest to live. Mikel tried every single way to win Jessie back only to find out that Jessie has started falling inlove with somebody else... falling inlove with somebody else even before they broke up. This fact pinned and drilled another hole into Mikel's heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life had to go on for Mikel and he tried every possible way to forget. Mikel detached himself from everything that has to do with Jessie. Like Jessie, he made himself believe that he is over only love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mikel went on a long trip to help himself forget and for him to have time to think about what is happening to his life. When Mikel thought that he was doing "ok" already, he went back. But the sad reality of love has started haunting Mikel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After opening his heart to a new love, he realized all of a sudden, and felt that he is still inlove with Jessie. He still cares for him and still wants him back, and Mikel's new love knew about this... Mikel unconciously made his new love feel this. Like what Jessie had done to Mikel (something that Mikel vowed to not ever do) he was using someone for a rebound. Mikel was using somebody to help him move on, to make himself believe that he has moved on... but all along, Mikel has not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mikel was fooling himself on believing that he has healed and that he doesn't love Jessie anymore. With his, Mikel felt so much guilt on the situation that he is in. The situation of being in a relationship with someone who you don't really love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying and wanting to end the cycle of pain, Mikel decided to put a stop to the relationship that he was in. He did not want to hurt anybody (eventhough he has started to) just to be able to move on. Mikel didn't want to do the same thing that Jessie did to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After breaking up with his love. Mikel decided not get into another relationship again, until the time when he is really over Jessie. Jessie, the person who he loves so much until now but the one person who had hurt him so badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mikel wanted to end the cycle through sacrificing a possible love that could have been very fruitfull, that could have worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mikel decided to just be alone and not to love again because he knows that he can only love one person... Jessie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love has its cycle and this story is a proof of that cycle. Oftenly we try to use other people to help ourselves move on which obviously a wrong thing to do. I just hope that people learn from every wrong turn that they take. If so, everything will be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;((written July 5, 2005))&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/28157795-114782139004970952?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114782139004970952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114782139004970952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114782139004970952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114782139004970952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/bitter-sweet-sick-cycle-of-love.html' title='The Bitter Sweet Sick Cycle Of Love'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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-28157795.post-114782113264704718</id><published>2006-05-17T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:38:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Get Over Someone Is The Worst Way To Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the worst pain anyone could ever feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss the old days... days when everything was alright... when all we had was ourselves and everything seemed like it was going to be fine. There were things that we promised us... I promised us, and YOU promised us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I held your hand when you were soaring... I caught you everytime you fell. I admit that I was never the perfect one...I may have held your hand wrong at times, or perhaps I butted in on things that you never wanted me to know or understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But all the time we were together... these were precious moments that I thought being together was forever. I believed in forever because I never saw the end. What a fool I was not to see that end was just a heart beat away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying to get over you, I know that you know that. It's hard to get over someone like you... especially since your face, your movements are marked on every single memory that I am living right now. I try to get away but these memories keep on chasing me... Like an awful K-hole that I'm trying to escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In flashing lights I see your smile. In music I listen to I hear your voice. In our friends I feel your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm moving on. I know I am and I am struggling hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But still, why do I ask myself, how can I move on from everything when I know that the time that I was with you was the time when I told myself " I am happy, trully happy!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I know, all that I've done and i guess, doing... is to Love trully and unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- originally written on June 8, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28157795-114782113264704718?l=markoboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114782113264704718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28157795&amp;postID=114782113264704718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114782113264704718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28157795/posts/default/114782113264704718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markoboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/trying-to-get-over-someone-is-worst.html' title='Trying To Get Over Someone Is The Worst Way To Crash'/><author><name>Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124820555804688473</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>
