<?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-6465594420252679239</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:09:09.569+08:00</updated><category term='Sunset bruise'/><category term='naks'/><category term='sun sand and ssshhh...'/><category term='Top Ten'/><category term='The tale of the never ending story'/><category term='♫'/><category term='Sweet Sweat ♥'/><category term='B-hole'/><title type='text'>The world is not enough</title><subtitle type='html'>kakabalik lang galing kalokohan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-3478713065075216031</id><published>2009-05-03T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:53:18.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset bruise'/><title type='text'>resignation time</title><content type='html'>And dami nanamang gustong mag resign. Sana mayaman nalang din ako para di ko na kelangan mag trabaho. Pede pa ko mag bakasyon anytime and anywhere I want. &lt;br /&gt;Haysh...&lt;br /&gt;Sana pag nagkapamilya ako hindi ganto ang mindset ng mga magiging anak ko.&lt;br /&gt;haysh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-3478713065075216031?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/3478713065075216031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=3478713065075216031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/3478713065075216031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/3478713065075216031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/05/resignation-time.html' title='resignation time'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-1442509811222864767</id><published>2009-04-27T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:29:50.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-hole'/><title type='text'>I.R to guard</title><content type='html'>After being here for almost a year, we understand, accept and follow the strict procedure of the scanning (process) of the guards. Regarding the guard here at the 11th floor, he was overdoing the scanning. Here are the list of the things that he do "overly" evertime he scans an agent on the door. It is really borderline annoying, rude and offensive!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Scan them from HEAD (really, is there any metal on my head?) goes down VERY SLOWLY from the upper to the lower part of the body. (Does it makes a difference if he does it a little faster? We don't want to waste the precious 5 seconds of our time just standing there and him scanning us like that) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. I would always stop in front of him to let him do his job but what he does is really place the metal detector 2 inches away from the body. This is really offensive and the first time a guard would do to me or my fellow teammates. If he is scanning for food that we are hiding under our clothes, would the metal detector detect that? What he does is unreasonable and impropoer! Twice today I almost bump my head to the metal detector and I would always cover my tumbler or my hand over my breast but he would really scan thoroughly and VERY SLOWLY the lower part of the body. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. HE SCANS VERY SLOW. It will really take 5 seconds (without exaggeration) before the metal detector reaches your lower body. Focusing on the upper part of the body (the breast) is very foul to us girls. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. He was already reported twice. Once by my supervisor and the other one by my teammate. And yet nothing happened. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you want to observe everything, you may go ahead with your CCTV camera that was on the front of the door. If you have today's video recorded, you may go ahead and see the records about how many times or how many people have actually talked to him about it and yet he does nothing to improve his improper behavior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-1442509811222864767?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/1442509811222864767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=1442509811222864767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/1442509811222864767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/1442509811222864767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/ir-to-guard.html' title='I.R to guard'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-1123476167834376973</id><published>2009-04-23T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:23:17.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset bruise'/><title type='text'>Better Together</title><content type='html'>There's no combination of words &lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard, &lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing &lt;br /&gt;But I can try for your heart, &lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, &lt;br /&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs, &lt;br /&gt;With sepiatone loving,&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer &lt;br /&gt;At least for most of the questions in my heart ,&lt;br /&gt;Like why are we here? And where do we go? &lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard? &lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes life can be deceiving, &lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers to all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-1123476167834376973?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/1123476167834376973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=1123476167834376973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/1123476167834376973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/1123476167834376973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-together.html' title='Better Together'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-8862104409256939298</id><published>2009-04-23T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:21:46.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset bruise'/><title type='text'>Paalam</title><content type='html'>Ja,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa matatamis na kahapong iyong minarapat na ibahagi sa LP TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;Nawa'y lumigaya ka sa inyong bahay sa pagiginig bum or kung anu man ang plano mo sa iyong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Nawa'y maisip mo rin kami, iyong mga habag na kaibigan na minsang naging kahati mo sa mga pangarap at pagpaplano sa Avalon Zooo, sa mga breakfastcapades, mga team buildings at disco nights na hindi ako nakakasama at sa mga ingay moments natin dito sa office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuman ang iyong hangarin sa iyong paglisan, nais naming ipabaon ang aming pagmamahal at munting matatamis na alaala sa iyo mahal naming kaibigan. At sana, sa mga susunod na henerasyong darating ay imbitahan mo kami sa mga birthdays celebration mo or kung anu man ang mga parties na maaaring daluhan, kung magpapakasal ka man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang isa sa mga nagmamahal mong kaibigan,&lt;br /&gt;♣Shaila♣&lt;br /&gt;"...weh??!!.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-8862104409256939298?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/8862104409256939298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=8862104409256939298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Jaja</title><content type='html'>Hoy hoy, Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala mo pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Nun' tayo'y nagsasama? &lt;br /&gt;Hoy hoy, Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala mo pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong mga sinabi nung tayo’y nag te training pa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo, "lahat ng problema'y kayang lampasan, &lt;br /&gt;Basta't tayo'y nagsasama, at nag-sayawan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy hoy, Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala mo pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Nung tayo ay na-gy kasi daw change schedule na&lt;br /&gt;Hoy hoy, Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala mo pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Nung ako ay walang pera noong team building na &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangiyak-ngiyak na'ko pero sabi mo ay "Okay lang yan! &lt;br /&gt;Basta't tayo'y nagsasama, at nag-iinuman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya naman ako bilib sa iyo &lt;br /&gt;Kasi parang napakatibay mo.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng iharang ay kaya mong daanan&lt;br /&gt;Basta't mayroong bentang alak diyan sa may tindahan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instruments playing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy hoy, Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala mo pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Nung araw na nahulog tayong dalawa sa upuan? &lt;br /&gt;Hoy hoy, Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala mo pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Nung ika'y tumawag sa'min at ika'y umiiyak... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos pagkatapos no'n, kay tagal mong nawala.&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat na lang ako nung narinig ko ang balita.&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko pa naman na marunong kang magdala, &lt;br /&gt;Nalaman ko na lang na ikaw ay nag resign na... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Nasaan ka man, siguradong kawawa ka, malayo sa diskuhan yan&lt;br /&gt;Hoy Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Nasaan ka man, siguradong hindi ka namin malilimutan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-7407503353200871395?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/7407503353200871395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=7407503353200871395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/7407503353200871395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/7407503353200871395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/parokya-ni-jaja.html' title='Parokya ni Jaja'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-5426359721471884603</id><published>2009-04-23T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:12:57.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-hole'/><title type='text'>blah, blah...</title><content type='html'>Bakit kaya ang pag punch ng TECH ISSUES pag may sira or hindi maka log in sa system ay isang terminable offense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi naman perfect ang system nyu a!&lt;br /&gt;lagi nga nag ha hang e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos magtataka kau bagsak ang production at stats e half day ang nauubos dahil hindi maka log in ang agent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma karma sana kau ng todo-todo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-6775970536897814125</id><published>2009-04-21T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:08:43.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-hole'/><title type='text'>the guards...</title><content type='html'>Bakit kaya walang guard na hindi mo nagiging hindi kasundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..magulo ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya laging merong guard na hindi mo makasundo?&lt;br /&gt;True na merong mga mababait at mapagbigay, pero dito sa isang to na manyak na kahit i-report mo kung kani kanino e hindi mapalitan&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why...bakit hindi sya palitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dati rati naman e pag may nagreklamo palitan agad as in right then and there at that very moment of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my golly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll save the gruesome details for my own delicadea's sake. (huh? may ganun?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ba feeling nila superior sila sa lahat ng tao???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay.. yung particular na guard lang pala ang tinutukoy ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung malaking mataba na maputi.&lt;br /&gt;feeling nya ang gwapo nya&lt;br /&gt;rinig ko nga wala pa syang girlfriend e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that figures kung bakit sya masyadong papansin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggrr!!! &gt;:,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-6775970536897814125?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/6775970536897814125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=6775970536897814125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/6775970536897814125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/6775970536897814125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/guards.html' title='the guards...'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-2760064307175846100</id><published>2009-04-13T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:35:04.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naks'/><title type='text'>imperfection</title><content type='html'>old posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds draped itself on the sun this morning, casting shadows on the 6 am twilight. I hate to see gloominess spread before me that I know has already wrapped my heart. It’s like a nightmare came true. I’ve been carrying this thought for a while and now it’s haunting me to the very deepest of my soul that I know has just been reborn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tear-streaked face longs for the serenity and peace that I’ve been looking for in other places, searching every tree and every road and every person that I pass by. In my imagination, my heart reaches for the only comfort that I know of, and that is the only one true love that calmly rests in my heart since all my life: The only thing that brings peace whenever I’m sad and confused and being foolish at the same time. The “only source of joy”, as they say, that fills me up whenever I’m deflated by disappointments. But right now, it seems like I’m letting myself sail away to that island that once nourished me, helped me grow and to emerge to the entity that I am. I felt like leaving, leaving that for my own good, for my own reason, but at the same time, I don’t feel the need to leave because I know, I will always belong to that piece of island that has given my heart a second chance to live in my every day despair and misery. My inspiration, my only love, my only hope for joy and rest; the only reason  why the sky is blue and the sea is vast and the thought of love is immortality of the heart and soul and mind bonded as one. My only reason why there’s laughter and tears, stillness and war and forgiveness in betrayal. My only logical explanation why I understood chaos and uncertainty, confusion and doubt, and why these all are essential to what I am now and what I want to become. I hate to leave my one true love. But I know I’m coming back. I want to be back. Back at the only home I know. Back at the only thing I’m certain about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unperfect. There is no such word in any dictionary, in any language, in any area of the world. Unperfect. It’s not being incomplete or unrefined just as what imperfection is defined. Unperfect is just being that, not perfect because it really is never even near perfection is it’s just not plain perfect. It’s not the word itlsef, it’s never there. It’s not true. It’s non-existent. It’s like perfection but not being really there. The gaseous element, just as compared in chemistry: Not being tangible or metaphorical or poetic or philosophical. It exist only in my heart because it has no reason for its own existence into the language of man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-2760064307175846100?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/2760064307175846100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=2760064307175846100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/2760064307175846100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/2760064307175846100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/imperfection.html' title='imperfection'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-150059060080611298</id><published>2009-04-13T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:30:27.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naks'/><title type='text'>If 2mrw never comes</title><content type='html'>old posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;I would want just one thing&lt;br /&gt;I would tell it to the stars and the sun&lt;br /&gt;I would write it for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started with a lie and ended up being sucked up by that negativity all around me. Yes, maybe people can’t tell the difference with my any other day at the office because I tend to do the opposite of what I truly feels. I tend to be more of this noisy and obnoxious and hyperactive person that I am even if I’m really, really feeling low. The only thing that sometimes makes me shut up is when I’m feeling not good about certain things especially how some people I care about treats me. That’s one of my great flaws that I always carry with me: trusting and expecting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;I would want just one wish&lt;br /&gt;To kiss your quiet mouth&lt;br /&gt;And trace the steps with my finger tips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-150059060080611298?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/150059060080611298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=150059060080611298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/150059060080611298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/150059060080611298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-2mrw-never-comes.html' title='If 2mrw never comes'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-1541765351156810465</id><published>2009-04-13T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:29:34.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naks'/><title type='text'>Lifeless...</title><content type='html'>...from old posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m frozen in time. The longest day for me is Monday and that is, depressingly speaking, the day that nobody texted me or called me to check out on me. I hated it. I’d rather live in the woods and die of starvation than to live in the city full of people and die in loneliness. I don’t want to hope anymore, that things are gonna be better for me in the next couple of days, weeks or whatever. I’ll just let the day slide on me until I came face to face with the angel of death and then I’ll tell him my stories. He would be so sad that he would just take me off because he doesn’t want me to suffer anymore. So kind of him.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is not a deathwish. I don’t want to die yet… I love my life,,, or what’s left of it. I just feel like not that really important. I don’t feel so important as an employee, because if I’m so great, my managers would see that and tell me and do something about the crisis. I don’t feel so important as a friend because if that’s the case, then I wont be being like what I am feeling today, Monday night, alone. My dear friends… the ones I really hold in my heart are so far away from me that I can’t feel their presence anymore. They know my situation and yet they don’t really help out that much. Well, only one of them does empathizes with me. But I tried to seek help to the others and they, well, really concerned at first and then just let me off alone after a few days. I’ve read in a book somewhere before, I can’t even remember, it says there that when you’re happy, everybody loves you but when you’re sad, you’re crying alone. Nobody wants to be contaminated with the dirt of the black smoke from the breath of those who suffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the only who understands me when I get like this. And he always have the words for me, if not the perfect words at least there are words to be said to make me, somehow, okay. I’m such an emotional asshole that I hate every second of silence. It makes me more vulnerable than ever before. Maybe that’s why I’m so loud and so high-spirited that the stillness makes me break down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please salvage me from despair that I’m so sucked in, it takes all my regular circulation away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas wish: go somewhere so far and stay there for a few days. Even just one whole day and forget about my life here. I don’t want to be alone so someone should come with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-1541765351156810465?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/1541765351156810465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=1541765351156810465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/1541765351156810465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/1541765351156810465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifeless.html' title='Lifeless...'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-1488772708442763936</id><published>2009-04-13T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:28:31.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naks'/><title type='text'>This time...</title><content type='html'>...from old posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been too good to me all the time and now it's time for him to make mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving is the best path to forgeting. As i sat all alone in the bus with the cool breeze of December crashes itself to my long-ago-tear-streaked face, i realized that exact phrase up there. I mean, i'm not the kind to really be mad at someone that long and i think i won't change this time. It's so easy for me to forgive anyone that i've been a martyr before, umm... many times (friends issue) and i guess for me, forgiving is a more concrete sign of true love. I'm pertaining to both romantic love and plain friendship-love thing. This was how i am with my friends and this is how i am still with my (former?) romantic love, i cannot change for the worst, you know.&lt;br /&gt;He's not asking for forgiveness but i'm giving it to him not because i want him back but because i want some true peace of mind. once i get that then i can really start with my own track and this time, paying attention to myself and to my family who really deserves my love and my attention.&lt;br /&gt;This morning i was thinking that i am lonely because of one fact: that i have no one to love anymore. do i really care if someone loves me? well, the truth is i think i'm not very much into that thought. i'm not quite crazy knowing if someone is in-love with me. Many people can love you all at the same time but you can only love one person in a span of time. and that makes the choosing easy enough. but at this point, that is not an option that i have. it's gonna be hard for me to love again because trust is a really big issue. I can casually be with someone again but it's not gonna be sure if that's going to be a serious one already... or maybe someone will make me change my mind about this idea of not loving (yet) again. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-1488772708442763936?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/1488772708442763936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=1488772708442763936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/1488772708442763936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/1488772708442763936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-time.html' title='This time...'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-6782084747085245224</id><published>2009-04-13T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:26:35.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naks'/><title type='text'>The thing that was before...</title><content type='html'>sharing my old posts taken from one of the very ancient blogs of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crimson foam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a great mistake of exposing too much of my personal self to the public; creating a great valley of danger to my soul when I keep on putting my heart out on my sleeves. It’s not healthy, it’s not wise and now I end up literally alone. So alone than what I used to feel before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am starting to believe of another fantasy when I just let go of one. Wishing on the grains of sand that if this one turns out right, after all that’s happened, I will never let go of it and just cherish it the best way I can. But years have passed, and still I felt nothing for the kind heart that was presented to me.  Still I feel nothing special but mere friendship. Yes, he makes me feel special all the time. The kind of treatment every girl would want; putting you in the highest pedestal of respect and security and love and knowing he won’t let you down. He will not let me down, I know. I’ve known him for years. And yet, I feel like I’m letting him down again, for the nth time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be the idiot that I am, listening to what my heart always says? “Turn to the one you have strong feelings with. Feelings that weren’t nurtured because they helped you feel it, feelings that were there from the moment you set eyes on, feelings that were always there whenever they’re around you, feelings that were keeping you from changing into someone but your great self.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to the one who always makes my heart skip a beat even if that someone had just broken that very same heart? Lean on to the one who’s only giving me hopelessness? Turn to the one who always takes my breath away by a glance even if that same person almost killed the entire me in the end and not suffering enough to make me feel I’ve been important for him even just for a while? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can memories come to me now? Chopping off my pillars and make me crumble to my weakest state once more. Now that I am trying to turn into a new leaf and trying to start and let someone mend my heart and then jeopardizing that chance because I am letting the past get the best of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell him that the greatest thing I ever wanted right now is a friend: a best friend that can help me survive in this unending gloom of unwantedness. Someone who can really be by my side, literally and figuratively and never utter a word of romantic love or any of that personal agenda that might make me confuse and even more vulnerable. I need my own source of strength. I am not desperate but soon I’ll be. I don’t know what kind of person I am going to turn into but when I don’t get my help soon, I would end up somewhere unpleasant for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-6782084747085245224?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/6782084747085245224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=6782084747085245224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/6782084747085245224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/6782084747085245224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/thing-that-was-before.html' title='The thing that was before...'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-486762334943273180</id><published>2009-04-13T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:26:59.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-hole'/><title type='text'>But of course!</title><content type='html'>...it says there that this week, it's HANNAHA MONTAHANA the movie is the top movie of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just proves that at this very century,  the world is so full of kids and "just getting to the puberty age" kinds of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on and tell whole world that you have lots of money to waste and a brain to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so much for the recession proclamation bs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-486762334943273180?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/486762334943273180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=486762334943273180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/486762334943273180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/486762334943273180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-of-course.html' title='But of course!'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-9141473031600346693</id><published>2009-04-12T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:49:05.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-hole'/><title type='text'>another sad story!</title><content type='html'>A co-worker of mine went to me today and told me a very disgusting chika.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she watched one episode of TYRA with Miley C as the guest. And the only thing that highlighted the whole conversation (fo my co-worker and myself) was the fact that Tyra was claiming there how she loved to be adopted by the Cyrus family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious girl???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=at-yjby7NDQ&amp;feature=related"&gt;It's like an elephant asking to be adopted by a bunch of rat family!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jUST KIDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■■■■&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-9141473031600346693?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/9141473031600346693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=9141473031600346693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/9141473031600346693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/9141473031600346693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-sad-story.html' title='another sad story!'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-7373038296400970606</id><published>2009-04-12T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:48:51.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-hole'/><title type='text'>don't know the title of this one</title><content type='html'>The week is full of Miley Cyrus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's up with that girl that a lot of people are so crazy about her.&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit she's pretty as long as she keeps her mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she's a great performer, it's fun seeing her perform one of those black and white Charlie Chaplin concerts with no words on them but just music.&lt;br /&gt;I would pay to watch her as long as no words will come out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sweet in the eyes: (as long as you're seeing the still shots of her, candid and maybe just biting her whole upper and lower lips instead of pouting her "garabutsong nguso") but is really painful to the ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard "THE CLIMB" on the radio alone? I mean without seeing the video?&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder, if that's your first time hearing it, that it's such a beautiful song of Jesse McCartney and couldn't really believe your ears until you found out at the end that the DJ will announce who really sang that. Dumbfounded that a pretty girl with busangot "nguso" was really behind that devilish... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eerr...let me rephrase that adjective because right now people pertaining or using those adjectives would mean something good about a person described like sexy or sultry or whatever and she's NOT EVER near those descriptions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...awful voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-7373038296400970606?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/7373038296400970606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=7373038296400970606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/7373038296400970606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/7373038296400970606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-know-title-of-this-one.html' title='don&apos;t know the title of this one'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-2094824198056517114</id><published>2009-04-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:53:46.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The tale of the never ending story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sweat ♥'/><title type='text'>busy days ahead!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why i've been so sleepy a lot lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just that too much heat that keeps me thinking about the beach again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward this coming June. A lot of important family festivities are about to happen. Two titas of mine are visiting us this June and this is such a rare ocassion because usually they visit us on different times and not on the same year at the same month! Because of work and all that is why these kinds of coincidence really never happens. And i'm so excited knowing that for sure we're gonna head out on the beach again anyday of that month. There's just one thing I'm dreading though... I just hope no family business will happen on the 9th and 10th of June... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because that is our first aniversarry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-2094824198056517114?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/2094824198056517114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=2094824198056517114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/2094824198056517114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/2094824198056517114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-days-ahead.html' title='busy days ahead!'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-6273716945935117376</id><published>2009-04-06T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:54:35.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The tale of the never ending story'/><title type='text'>sleeping time...</title><content type='html'>I don't know why i've been so sleepy a lot lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just that too much heat that keeps me thinking about the beach again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ♣   ♣    ♣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward this coming June. A lot of important family festivities are about to happen. Two titas of mine are visiting us this June and this is such a rare ocassion because usually they visit us on different times and not on the same year at the same month! Because of work and all that is why these kinds of coincidence really never happens. And i'm so excited knowing that for sure we're gonna head out on the beach again anyday of that month. There's just one thing I'm dreading though... I just hope no family business will happen on the 9th and 10th of June... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because that is our first aniversarry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-6273716945935117376?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/6273716945935117376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=6273716945935117376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/6273716945935117376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/6273716945935117376'/><link rel='alternate' 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that absentee. since the rule states that those who are going to be on their RD the next day will be the very fortunate person who will cover the lost hour.&lt;br /&gt;forced.&lt;br /&gt;forced.&lt;br /&gt;forced.&lt;br /&gt;the magic words...&lt;br /&gt;how can some people be so annoying and inconsiderate?!&lt;br /&gt;they would just go on not showing up the hell i care whatever reasons they have!!!&lt;br /&gt;what i really am pissed off is the fact that some people will be deducted one RD for a whole night working their a** off when they were suppose to be resting or doing some personal things on that particular rest day just to cover the absence of STUPID PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;or should i just blame this for the stupid and very selfish company that i am in?&lt;br /&gt;no words can express how evil this company is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the time of the week that i really need to focus on my job and yet i am so not into the mood because every now and then i would be bugged by the thought that i may not have my RD tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's okay if the shift is just for 8 hours, that's fine...&lt;br /&gt;and we're not on graveyard shift.&lt;br /&gt;but you're gonna be at the office for 11 hours on gy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i focus if the stupid idea is really killing me right now??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who ever thought of that idea anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATRRRRRRRRRRRRGHJDGSFYUATW*(^&amp;##$!@!$%$&amp;^%#!@!@!@!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-2278386868135332834?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/2278386868135332834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=2278386868135332834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/2278386868135332834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/2278386868135332834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/04/bwisit-ka.html' title='BWISIT KA!'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-4755959299162249427</id><published>2009-03-29T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:33:35.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><title type='text'>top ten from chico garcia's blog</title><content type='html'>The Top Ten Bitch Quotes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tippi - On the first day of the Mango sale, the sister of my friend was looking around and picked up a dress when a woman at the counter started screaming,”Put that down, that’s mine!” The sister of my friend looked up, looked at the woman up and down, raised an eyebrow, and replied, “Excuse me. You are NOT a ’small’” &lt;br /&gt;Maximo - A supervisor once told a worker who has difficulty in understanding instructions, “Ang ulo, hindi lang yan pinapatong sa leeg, ginagamit din yan sa pagiisip.” &lt;br /&gt;Springturns - A friend told another friend, “Naku, magma-makeup muna ako, baka magmukha akong yaya mo.” The other friend replied, “Wag na, magmumukha ka lang yaya ko na naka-makeup.” &lt;br /&gt;Bennett - I told my then boyfriend during a fight, “Even on your smartest day, you’re not half as smart as I am on my dumbest!” &lt;br /&gt;Riverbanks - “Ako, I was born beautiful.  Ikaw, you were just born.” &lt;br /&gt;Astroboy - A letter posted on a car windshield in UP: “Sir/madam, the parkng space that we have reserved is for the College Secretary, not for you. Guard.” &lt;br /&gt;Shining - When I saw friend I haven’t seen in a long time, she told me, “Grabe, lalo ka pang tumaba!” So I told her, “Ikaw din, lalo ka pang pumangit!” &lt;br /&gt;Eylek - Pag sinisingitan ako sa pila, nagpaparinig ako. I say, “Ang pilang ito, according to beauty. Mga panget muna.” &lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous Bitch - “Unlike you, tinuruan ako ng mga magulang ko na hindi pumatol sa may asawa.” &lt;br /&gt;Jose de vengenge - From the movie She’s The Man: “Girls with an ass like mine don’t go out with boys with a face like yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top Ten Fart Moments&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrys - I was in a jeep when somebody farted. The conductor said, “yung umutot hindi pa nagbabayad!” Then someone from the back said, “Hindi mo pa nga ako sinusuklian!” Everybody laughed out loud! &lt;br /&gt;No name - While watching TV, my nephew goes “Hmmm…sarap, amoy itlog!” His older brother goes, “Oops…utot ko yun.” &lt;br /&gt;No name - Back in high school in the 80’s, my seatmate and I called a silent fart, ” Careless Whisper”. We called a loud one, “Shout”. &lt;br /&gt;Mulangot - Once we were in a coffee shop, and while the waiter was getting our orders, he said, “We have milk, tea, juice…” Then a loud sound came from behind him, “Pruuooot!” Then he said, “Sorry, that last one is out of stock.” &lt;br /&gt;Darna - My whole family was watching TV together, when suddenly I farted.  It was so bad that my sister reacted, “Ate, tae na yan eh!” &lt;br /&gt;Mabie-Nge - Back in college, The moment I got home, I let out a deadly silent one. My youngest brother said, ” Wow ate, may uwi kang steak?” &lt;br /&gt;Idu - I was on a bus and had kabag. I decided to fart to the beat of the loud music.  After, I realized I was listening to my ipod. &lt;br /&gt;No name - While teaching, the teacher sensed that he was about to fart, so he dropped all the books on the table and shouted, “BALELENG!” Problem is, nauna yung bagsak sa utot, so ang sound, “Poooooot! BALELENG!” &lt;br /&gt;Moron - Naghaharutan sa class, so when the teacher arrived, tumahimik lahat.  Then someone poked me sa side, so bigla akong nautot ng malakas. I accidentally blurted out, “Virgin pa kasi ako eh!” &lt;br /&gt;Bwitching - My husband was in an elevator with one other guy when a stinking utot smell came. The other guy gave him an accusing look. But my husband didn’t fart! Sa inis niya, he blurted to the guy, “Alangan namang maglolokohan pa tayong dalawa dito!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-4755959299162249427?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/4755959299162249427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=4755959299162249427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/4755959299162249427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/4755959299162249427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-ten-from-chico-garcias-blog.html' title='top ten from chico garcia&apos;s blog'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-6557014245966819695</id><published>2009-03-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:04:52.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♫'/><title type='text'>just dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/qn7c0G6HlR/aus=" pv="2" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ladygaga/video/g-iThD5S/lady-gaga-just-dance-music-video/"&gt;Just Dance - Lady GaGa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a little bit too much, much&lt;br /&gt;All of the people start to rush, start to rush by&lt;br /&gt;A dizzy twisted dance, can't find my drink, oh man&lt;br /&gt;Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore&lt;br /&gt;Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright&lt;br /&gt;Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say&lt;br /&gt;And we're all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore&lt;br /&gt;Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, just, j-j-just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryin' to pick it up like a car&lt;br /&gt;I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it and flex and do it until tomorr' yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawty I can see that you got so much energy&lt;br /&gt;The way you're twirlin' up them hips 'round and 'round&lt;br /&gt;And now there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;Got my blueprint, it's symphonic&lt;br /&gt;Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;Got my blueprint electronic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;Got my blueprint, it's symphonic&lt;br /&gt;Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;Got my blueprint electronic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle&lt;br /&gt;I got it, just stay close enough to get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't slow! Drive it, clean it, Lysol, bleed it&lt;br /&gt;Spend the last dough&lt;br /&gt;(I got it)&lt;br /&gt;In your pocko&lt;br /&gt;(I got it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-6557014245966819695?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/6557014245966819695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=6557014245966819695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/6557014245966819695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/6557014245966819695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-dance.html' title='just dance!'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-8511271555495193772</id><published>2009-03-28T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:14:51.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sweat ♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><title type='text'>Last Thursday...</title><content type='html'>I was trying to squeeze out of my brain about the rest but i just remembered the top/winner entry. All of them are funny, few were serious and some were really that into it that they stick their gist on you and never leave. Ever! One of them, or the only one of them that I remembered was this. Hopefully, if someone out there knows Chico and Del's blog of TOP TEN, kindly.......with all your mercy left in your good souls......please tell me and we will all live happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN THINGS YOU'RE GONNA SAY TO A PERSON THAT CAME FROM A BAD RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;(tie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pain is inevitable but Misery is optional&lt;br /&gt;1. You are so used to pain that being happy scares you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... wink, wink............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/Sc3qayh8ajI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AxLops7MNTU/s1600-h/1_414001885l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/Sc3qayh8ajI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AxLops7MNTU/s200/1_414001885l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318164480956066354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-8511271555495193772?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/8511271555495193772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=8511271555495193772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/8511271555495193772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/8511271555495193772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-thursday.html' title='Last Thursday...'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/Sc3qayh8ajI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AxLops7MNTU/s72-c/1_414001885l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-2171608645646787596</id><published>2009-03-26T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:05:29.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♫'/><title type='text'>Poker face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/Odmn7lcecc/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/Odmn7lcecc/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="315" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ladygaga/video/JfhLCbtj/lady-gaga-poker-face-music-video/"&gt;Poker Face - Lady Gaga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-2171608645646787596?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/2171608645646787596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=2171608645646787596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/2171608645646787596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/2171608645646787596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/03/poker-face.html' title='Poker face!'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-5831653843877054613</id><published>2009-03-26T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:50:28.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sweat ♥'/><title type='text'>i miss u Love</title><content type='html'>Kinda not sure if i'm really ready on the next page of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Page.&lt;br /&gt;Not chapter...&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know anytime from now it is all bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;One day i feel very very sure about getting there and being that person in his life. The next moment, i would be filled with anxiety because i know i am just being stupidly impulsive again.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if this is because i grew up with so distinct background kaya nahihirapan ako mag decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is one of those major decisions in life because.&lt;br /&gt; everybody knows that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465594420252679239-5831653843877054613?l=shailangako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/feeds/5831653843877054613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465594420252679239&amp;postID=5831653843877054613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/5831653843877054613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465594420252679239/posts/default/5831653843877054613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shailangako.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-u-love.html' title='i miss u Love'/><author><name>We are family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04944940003578722098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/SctULMz1vHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sv1uTbrNWbU/S220/1_365943649l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465594420252679239.post-8365382342251408495</id><published>2009-03-26T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:59:53.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun sand and ssshhh...'/><title type='text'>Beach and Bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/Sctrbq-z1GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mFNbw4Ed7mA/s1600-h/IMG-1053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317461908179375202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/Sctrbq-z1GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mFNbw4Ed7mA/s400/IMG-1053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sharing one of my many many sweet memories of the beach...&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;will be posting more in the following days...&lt;br /&gt;hope i could still manage the very hectic schedule of doing that!&lt;br /&gt;hahahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one's taken just recently in Anawangin, Camara and Capones Islands of Zambales...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just fell in love with Anawangin... I hope I could get all (as in all) of my friends and loved ones there and i know they'll have the same feedback as mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real no-man's-island spot because of absence of electricity and cellphone network.&lt;br /&gt;(sad memory...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a glimpse of those pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/Sctr41v4geI/AAAAAAAAACI/SRVGcSpweRU/s1600-h/1_932813103l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317462409285763554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/Sctr41v4geI/AAAAAAAAACI/SRVGcSpweRU/s320/1_932813103l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fO3Z11upgs/Sctrqzdut7I/AAAAAAAAACA/Af2AbsyjpsA/s1600-h/1_644139361l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317462168154585010" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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