<?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-7662065</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:06:46.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patricia Marcos</title><subtitle type='html'>this is me... and there's nothing you can do about it... haha... kidding...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-112176638774195302</id><published>2005-07-19T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:46:27.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!=) i finished reading a book. lalang share. title niya "the five people you meet in heaven" and trip ko gumawa ng book review so here it is. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part melodrama and part parable, Mitch Albom's The Five People You Meet in Heaven weaves together three stories, all told about the same man: 83-year-old Eddie, the head maintenance person at Ruby Point Amusement Park. As the novel opens, readers are told that Eddie, unsuspecting, is only minutes away from death as he goes about his typical business at the park. Albom then traces Eddie's world through his tragic final moments. In alternating sections, Albom flashes back to Eddie's birthdays, telling his life story. And in the third and last thread of the novel, Albom follows Eddie into heaven where the maintenance man sequentially encounters five pivotal figures from his life. Each person has been waiting for him in heaven, and, as Albom reveals, each life and death was woven into Eddie's own in ways he never suspected. Each soul has a story to tell, a secret to reveal, and a lesson to share. Through them Eddie understands the meaning of his own life even as his arrival brings closure to theirs. Such a story can easily veer into the saccharine and preachy, and this one does in moments. It remains poignant and is occasionally profound. But "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" is remarkable in its simplicity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-112176638774195302?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/112176638774195302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=112176638774195302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/112176638774195302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/112176638774195302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112176638774195302' title=''/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-112159575187115869</id><published>2005-07-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:22:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of story</title><content type='html'>Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves. No one is born with anger. My soul is freed of it though I force to keep my tears in their ducts. All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time. Yesterday, I was with my peers at greenhills while two drunk chefs from Little Asia screamed on purpose, trying to catch our attention as we walked past them. We heard them utter words such as “st. paul olats… st. paul olats”. I was filled with rage and infuriation. I was in the verge of  coming into blows. But then, one of my friends told me to keep it cool because those chefs are out of our leagues and we are most definitely not in the same level. I just confronted them a bit serenely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-112159575187115869?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/112159575187115869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=112159575187115869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/112159575187115869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/112159575187115869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112159575187115869' title='end of story'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-112022403220469149</id><published>2005-07-01T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:20:32.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lklk</title><content type='html'>THE_DAY_YOU_SAID_GOODNIGHT----HALE----love.this.song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this time to be with youTake me as you are, Push me off the road the sadness, I need this time to be with you I'm freezing in the sun; I'm burning in the rain The silence; I'm screaming, Calling out your name. And i do reside in your heat Put out the fire with me and find Yeah you'll lose the side of your circles That's what i'll do if we say goodbye. To be is all i gotta be And all that i see And all that i need this time To me the life you gave me The day you said goodnight. The calmness in your face That i see through the night The warmth of your light is pressing unto us You didn't ask me why I never would have known oblivion is falling down. And i do reside in your heat Put out the fire with me and find Yeah you'll lose the side of your circles That's what i'll do if we say goodbye. To be is all i gotta be And all that i see And all that i need this time To me the life you gave me The day you said goodnight. If you could only know me like your prayers at night Then everything between you and me will be alright. To be is all i gotta be And all that i see And all that i need this time To me the life you gave me The day you said goodnight. She's already taken, She's already taken She's already taken me She's already taken, She's already taken She's already taken me. The day you said goodnight I'm freezing in the sun; I'm burning in the rain The silence; I'm screaming, Calling out your name. And i do reside in your heat Put out the fire with me and find Yeah you'll lose the side of your circles That's what i'll do if we say goodbye. To be is all i gotta be And all that i see And all that i need this time To me the life you gave me The day you said goodnight. The calmness in your face That i see through the night The warmth of your light is pressing unto us You didn't ask me why I never would have known oblivion is falling down. And i do reside in your heat Put out the fire with me and find Yeah you'll lose the side of your circles That's what i'll do if we say goodbye. To be is all i gotta be And all that i see And all that i need this time To me the life you gave me The day you said goodnight. If you could only know me like your prayers at night Then everything between you and me will be alright. To be is all i gotta be And all that i see And all that i need this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/lsghsap.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-112022403220469149?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/112022403220469149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=112022403220469149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/112022403220469149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/112022403220469149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112022403220469149' title='lklk'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-111530359339277922</id><published>2005-05-05T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:33:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>what happened yesterday = went to school(lsgh)&lt;br /&gt;what happened today = lsgh party and lsgh summer advanced program last day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to the following:&lt;br /&gt;top 1--- kenneth macasero&lt;br /&gt;top 2--- elijah justine segovia(my mommy EJ!!! thanks for the memories dude!)&lt;br /&gt;top 3--- oliver godfrey oliver enriquez(my daddy oliver!!! you rock!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the party me, rexie, dominique, tippy, kevin, ej, oliver, mike, rafael, raffy, lee, io and the rest of the summer class gang went to galle... some of us watched kingdom of heaven and some of us watched wedding date...(kami yun nila daddy oliver!) some played billiards tapos we had our pics taken..ill post it here soon =p im kinda lazy to do it now you know. hahaha! aun thats it for now... my exclusive account can be viewed na pala by everyone.. inopen ko na xa... wehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drummer_exclusive@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-111530359339277922?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/111530359339277922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=111530359339277922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/111530359339277922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/111530359339277922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530359339277922' title='=)'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-111504242768076979</id><published>2005-05-02T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:36:32.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey hey...</title><content type='html'>heres a summary of what happened this past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday - mega&lt;br /&gt;sunday - mega, podium, metrowalk, parc chateau(condo namin..walking distance from galle)&lt;br /&gt;monday - greenbelt(labor day, no classes @lsgh--no practice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played the percussion freaks @timezone awhile ago and damn i got an F!! its really different from the real drums =p i should have bought my own drumsticks coz theirs kinda sucked. its too heavy for a novice like me.. but then 2 super great drummers played din.. i was kinda inspired.. they were so damn good! i hope i could get as skilled :P i bought a yankees cap.. the one like kuya ephraims with the NY thingy on it.. love it.. i conversed on the cp with dianne,brandz,monique,jamie,alay,trixx and a lot more peepz! cool huh?=p kada 20 has always been there for me. i dont care if we have a lot of critics trying to bring as down coz they werent as cool. i dont give a damn. i love kada20! happy labor day to ya all! seems like nobody cares about it anyway.. its not like the employees had some holiday or somethin.. i was expecting more of a free day for 'em but its not what i really pictured.. all the establishments are still on the go even though its labor day. so why have labor day? nobody gives a damn. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/liezl_15/me/Picture12280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy liezl o2!!! super great guitarist and drummer! way to go, kiddo!=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-111504242768076979?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/111504242768076979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=111504242768076979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/111504242768076979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/111504242768076979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111504242768076979' title='hey hey hey...'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-111482666126443531</id><published>2005-04-30T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T10:04:21.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi everyone!</title><content type='html'>walalang ala magawa... =) nagpunta sila sheshe and jmi sa house ko nung 28 then nagfitting kami ng gowns... walalang... ill continue studying the drums tapos ice skating din =p sayang daw ung shoes ko e :p tapos sa monday ata may practice kami ng friends ko sa lsgh. tutugtog kami sa thursday =p hmmm... ano pa ba... excited na ko pumasok sa school... excited na ko magdrums pero di ko sure kung gusto ko nga magdrums for the school... ill think it over =p i really miss my friends!!! wahhh!!! hehe.. punta akong mall ngaun... di ko pala alam kung san... and hindi ako pinayagan sumama sa pagbuild ng houses for the poor sa libis =( ewan ko why... game na game pa naman ako.. weheheehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-111482666126443531?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/111482666126443531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=111482666126443531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/111482666126443531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/111482666126443531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111482666126443531' title='hi everyone!'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-111400838968767866</id><published>2005-04-20T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:46:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i last blogged. im too lazy eh. anyway, what's up with me? hmmm... i'm taking up advance chemistry and geometry at lsgh... fun...fun...fun... i met new friends and acquired learnings... wahahaha =) i dunno what to say... our barkada, kada20 will celebrate its 1 year and 8 months and trixxy's birthday somewhere in bulacan.. fun!=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-111400838968767866?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/111400838968767866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=111400838968767866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/111400838968767866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/111400838968767866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111400838968767866' title='summer'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110915520323618149</id><published>2005-02-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:40:03.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daisuki desho</title><content type='html'>Happy one year and five months to barkada 20! I love you guys to death! Nobody messes up with my peeps. Lets strut our stuff down the runway! Hahaha! If theres one person that I extremely dislike in this world, that would be lucy per rowkee! Damnation! Why is it always me that she calls for? I have an aversion to her loathsome approach. If thats the case, Im willing to give acquiring knowledge in the field of geometry. I couldnt tolerate such unlikely attitude. Enough said. Dissecting a frog, grossed me out! I have to come clean about just taking pictures and recording the frogs heartbeat rates. It was one hell of an occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming problems ngayon. Wala pa akong seedling. Nawawala math filler ko tapos wala din akong index card!! Hahaha nawawala rin lab gown ko. Wala pa akong pic sa clinic. Di ko tapos yung homeroom notebook notes tapos yung prayer notebook whatever. Ang irresponsible ko noh? Wala akong notes sa computer. Pano kaya matatapos clearance ko? Parish involvement ko wala pa rin. In short, wala ako sa lahat ng banatz. Pero what am I doing now? Kumakain lang ng chocolates. Hahahah! Ayoko na magmath. Papagalitan nanaman ako ni miss roque!=p hahaha bahala na siya. Ang init ng dugo niya sakin. Marcos everyday siya eh. Ayoko na mag math! Ayoko na. ayoko na talaga. Un lang. ayoko na sobra. Sobrang ayoko na. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110915520323618149?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110915520323618149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110915520323618149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110915520323618149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110915520323618149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110915520323618149' title='daisuki desho'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110872041197019043</id><published>2005-02-18T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:57:43.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rack my wits for a new craze</title><content type='html'>okay. ill make a new post due to public demand. ahahha. kidding. pero brio, this is for you. yourelooking forward to my posts? eto na yun. theres nothing to say pero a picture is worth a thousand words. ill be posting pictures. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendships2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the coolest people ever! haha except for me though. i love my friends! they rock my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendships.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ako nakasama sa gateway =( too bad! argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/meyeah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture ko sa tagaytay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/mecui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang cute ni nikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/models.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck diyan but anyway, thats apple and vann. =) pretty nila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/glamorosa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! vanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/glamorosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110872041197019043?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110872041197019043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110872041197019043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110872041197019043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110872041197019043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110872041197019043' title='rack my wits for a new craze'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110837632890482139</id><published>2005-02-14T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:21:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I understand unlikely unions now. At first, I was in opposition to it but then I have come to an abrupt realization that those kind of affairs are just fine. Having been against it made me remorseful about my past outlook on these. I realized that I judged the whole thing too soon and now, it turned out to be something normal that most of us are dealing with. I havent gone nuts but I was thinking that maybe, some things arent really meant for me. Maybe, its too impossible and out of this world. If someone is not meant for you then its time to set her/him free. According to Adidas, impossible is nothing. I want to live up to this athletic inspirational phrase and go thinking that impossible is maybe something but it could also be nothing. Im struggling to rack my psyche for a new addiction. I have decided not to blog with deep words since the purpose of blogging is for people to understand your innermost thoughts, insights and feelings and not to boggle their minds with difficult vocabulary words. Sometimes when I read bloggers, the words are deep but the thought aint profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn world doesnt know I exist.&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn world doesnt care about me.&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn world doesnt see that ive fallen for it.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?Youre my whole damn world.&lt;br /&gt;*this quote is from a friend of mine and ive kept the message since 09/09/03. thats about 2 years and a couple of months ago.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound stupid right? Haha I wanna reach out to every human being and share the love this valentines day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/marielle3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ally, mariel, nikki, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/patmarcmendy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and mendee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/cuties.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya eph and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110837632890482139?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110837632890482139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110837632890482139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110837632890482139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110837632890482139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110837632890482139' title='...'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110795441567214605</id><published>2005-02-09T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:42:35.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skate yer asses off. bash me in the tagboard.</title><content type='html'>I die before my wake but in heaven I could skate. I should have known that you were a killer but its too late. Im already dead. Hey Im back to my English mode. You could either praise me or diss me. Just give it a go. Just to let you know, it would be highly appreciated. I was supposed to skate my ass off and go to sleep but who cares? I wont go to bed! Boo! You whore! Im gonna get my piercing in no time. I just revised this post because im too lazy and uninspired to make a new one. I just hope that youre the one for me but hey, i have to wake myself up and say, its far beyond reality so dont dare dream on. Im leaving for tagaytay but before i skate my ass off this drop dead vicinity. i just have to say that you guys friggin rock. ill be postin more about what happened these past few days plus pictures. who cares? who gives a damn? i dont. keep in touch. it would be highly appreciated. bye. seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110795441567214605?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110795441567214605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110795441567214605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110795441567214605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110795441567214605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110795441567214605' title='skate yer asses off. bash me in the tagboard.'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110785709327835650</id><published>2005-02-08T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:04:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>id just stand here</title><content type='html'>Hey! Tagalog language naman gagamitin kong language sa blog ko for a change =) hindi naman kasi ako good at writing. I suck when it comes to writing. Kaninang morning katext ko si jmi 4am na kasi ako nakatulog tapos gumising ako ng 6 so katext ko si Jamie tapos puro heaven siya ako naman puro uhmmmm haha wala lang. STRESSED ang mga tao ngayon --- me and my barkada pero alam niyo pag nireverse niyo yung word na stressed = desserts … yeah! Lalang!=p good thing na macky brought chocolates to school... yeah! It made me feel better siyempre one of my faves yung food nay un=) Thanks maxx! Hey mack mack pa-arbor naman ng line mo ha. Just for know yung *I dont know why I like you so much* ang cute nung line diba?=p lalang haha! Haha ayun sinugod kami ng kadaver tapos yung barkada sa 3rd year. I dont know what to do. Dismissal time iniwan na ako ng barkada ko. Cut my heart out dudes. Take my life please. Just kidding. Nagdradrama lang. pero bakit niyo ko iniwan? Why did you leave me? Im not used to it. Yeck... sounds weird… pero ok na yun everything is fine na. bukas turuan mo ko mag guitar pilar ha!!! *everytime I see you passing by, id just stand here waiting for you. To speak or not to; where to begin. The way dilemmas I'm finding myself in. For all I know you only see me as a friend. I try to tell myself wake up fool… this fairy tale's got to end.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/sponge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan ang banat.. hindi sakin yung spongebob.. sa friend ko yan =p hehe ang cute ni spongebob...&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/7662065-110785709327835650?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110785709327835650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110785709327835650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110785709327835650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110785709327835650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110785709327835650' title='id just stand here'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110717421673594469</id><published>2005-01-31T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:32:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the sickness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This sickness is unbearable but Im grateful for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nirvana at last! Last morning, I couldn’t sense the pain as much as being able to sense Allys current emotion. Everything was in place except during lunch time. I felt an abrupt headache that I just couldn’t deal with. I tried to suppress that certain feeling but its just too much for a 14-year-old kid like me. After biology class, I went to the clinic for the second consecutive time. This may sound funny but I couldnt swallow tablets. That’s why the school nurse asked me to take tempra syrup. I went home afterwards. Here I am, inside my brother’s room. I love photography but Im pretty sure that the career is not meant for me. Im meant for something else. Check out these pics…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/greenrise.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/greenrise.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is a devian art.. i find it cool... how about you???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*im waiting for my mom and dad... no one's taking care of me at home... :( pero they promised to bring california maki... i couldn't eat anything other than that... love its presentation. =) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my room... i took that picture... see how messy it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/myroom.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/myroom.jpg&lt;/a&gt; click niyo lang yung link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gotta bounce... my mom's here... too bad... she didn't buy california maki...  aalis nanaman sila... so ayun... home alone with the maids... seryoso... nobody is taking care of me except for the maids. bibili na daw mommy ko ng california maki... ok ill wait for it... grabe unbearable tong banat na toh... ill miss kada 20!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110717421673594469?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110717421673594469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110717421673594469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110717421673594469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110717421673594469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110717421673594469' title='thanks for the sickness!!!'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110693653345704609</id><published>2005-01-29T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T02:22:13.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be safe here...</title><content type='html'>loads of stuff struck my consciousness today. first thing in the morning, i was with kada20 and hell... we were asked to fall in line near the chapel since we refused to line up before going to the plaza... fucker... we were given violation slips for that and man, it sucks. there's no need for such non-sense. wtf? hey, i want to write in tagalog. just to let you know, it's my first time to make a blog entry with tagalog words in it. i don't intend to brag or something but it's for real. kada 20 popularized the following terms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bambam&lt;br /&gt;-banat&lt;br /&gt;-bv&lt;br /&gt;-wala kayong tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe... damnation... it's widespread already... cool huh? a freshmen student talked to me awhile ago and to my surprise, ginagamit niya yung bambam and banat... pati yung bv! and so i asked her, sinong nagpauso niyan? si jamie daw. yeah! audz heard a fourth year student use one of our terms. whurr... no big deal... but hey... aliw... haha =p sad to say may umaangkin ng credits for these terms but whatever.. curse that byotch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to yfc awhile ago... talked to abi... ephraim... raph... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakaka-bv.. walang virus scan yung bagong pc tapos nagdownload yung kuya ko ng mp3 songs... then may nakasamang virus na naglagay ng xxx sites na bookmarks dito sa computer and my mom and dad saw it... they thought that i was visiting this porn sites. ahhhhhhh deadkid nanaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/drumsticks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my most awaited drumsticks are available in the country na... love these sticks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/serviceteam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yfc greenhills people... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110693653345704609?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110693653345704609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110693653345704609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110693653345704609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110693653345704609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110693653345704609' title='You&apos;ll be safe here...'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110639260726975294</id><published>2005-01-22T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:16:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i pod here i come... =p</title><content type='html'> I don’t get the idea of having Saturday classes. I mean… It’s a bad idea. I’m suffering from it and so is everybody else. Why do we need to dance the Filipino way all day? It’s driving me nuts. Saturdays are officially for hangouts. Nothing should get in the way. It’s the only day where I get to unwind and do everything I feel like doing. It’s my favorite day of the week… next to Friday though. =p We went to Monique’s house but my parents fetched me at once. It sucks… you know… I’m grounded but here’s a list of the places where I’ve been this week. Trust me… I can’t live a life without gimmicks. It’s social suicide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mcdo tomas morato&lt;br /&gt;-sizzling stop&lt;br /&gt;-greenhills&lt;br /&gt;-powerplant mall&lt;br /&gt;-gateway mall&lt;br /&gt;-monique’s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more my folks set rules… The more I rebel... We hangout almost everyday of the week… every week of the month… every month of the year… every year of the decade… every decade of the century and every century of the millennium… My brother created a password in my xp account. The only clues that he left were Italy, so dark the con of man, and some French word. I don’t even know what it meant. I guessed the password correctly. It’s monalisa. It seemed like a jabberwocky to me. A lot of bad stuff happened to me and the rest of the gang this week but there are good stuff too. My mom finally agreed to buy me an i-pod after weeks of bugging her about it. I-pod… here I come!!! Hahaha! Ephraim’s band mate found the anti vibe drumsticks that I’ve been looking for since I saw the whole thing in zildjian’s official website. It’s not like I couldn’t drum without it. I’d be better off with new sticks. I haven’t played the drums during this month because I’m too busy trying to learn the k-hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/mejamie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and jamie inside rica's pajero... yeah!!! going to glorietta but we ended up in rockwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/kada20pluspagz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some barkada 20 members with cecille and paguia... inside 1028, monique's condo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/brandies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balolong(brandy 1) with me(brandy 2) inside gateway mall... tuesday =p sam rodil is brand number 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20sophies3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kada 20 + rica rico in powerplant mall. i am so glad to see val again!!!=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/cutie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this little drummer boy cool... lalang... i just feel like posting this pic... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110639260726975294?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110639260726975294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110639260726975294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110639260726975294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110639260726975294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110639260726975294' title='i pod here i come... =p'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110621726931553082</id><published>2005-01-20T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:45:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy monthsary, kada 20!!!! 1 year and 4 months!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;KADA TWENTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20sophies6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20sophies6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to all my peeps in barkada twenty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for you... i'll retrieve the tower of liberty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;breathe in.. breathe out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;coz we're one cool standout..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we may not be crowned with honors..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but we could be cool blood donors..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we've never been in the shoes of mother goose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but you guys are similar to greek gods, zeus and venus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when violation slips are coming, our knees are shaking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with all the love and sharing... our hearts are exploding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;spit out the word, cheers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i promise... ill bring the beers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy monthsary!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20sophies4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20sophies7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20sophies4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20sophies2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20sophies1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some pics from our freshmen years... yeah!!! remember all those crap?=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20freshies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20freshies4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/20freshies2.jpg" /&gt; this last picture was taken during the first week of our freshmen year... haha in my house... my first freshie gimik was during the second day of school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im gonna be postin' more kada 20 pics soon...=p sit back...relax... enjoy... freakazoids!! haha&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/7662065-110621726931553082?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110621726931553082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110621726931553082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110621726931553082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110621726931553082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110621726931553082' title='happy monthsary, kada 20!!!! 1 year and 4 months!!!!'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110580006715214665</id><published>2005-01-15T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:41:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell from heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My previous &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pos&lt;/span&gt;t totally sucked. I knew it. Here’s a better one to reinstate my crappy piece of &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;writing. In consequence, I just don’t know what to say. Would somebody please stash me? I couldn’t conceal it all. I’m suffering from a dreadful punishment and I bet you’re&lt;/span&gt; familiar with it. I’m by all means, grounded. It’s the first time and I won’t let it happen again. I went to Greenhills and Rockwell today with Jamie, Trixx, Valerie,&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Drei&lt;/span&gt; and Rica.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; It was so fun!!! I want this reddish sorta’ formal jacket from oxygen real badly but I don’t think it suits me. It gives the impression of being worn to shreds which is cool for me as of the moment. We watched the movie, “Raise Your Voice.” I won’t highly recommend this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;flick since it bored me somehow. It was pretty cool just because I found the drummers very skilled. They used upbeat rhythms and they hit their drumheads vigorously as if releasing exasperation&lt;/span&gt; or something. You know what I’m saying? Of course you know &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;what I’m saying. I’m kinda craving for Starbucks Peppermint Mocca Frap but I wasn’t able to buy one. Arggh! I bought Dark Choco from Cinnabon instead&lt;/span&gt;.  Btw, I like someone&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. =p it’s severe hell&lt;/span&gt; from heaven.&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/7662065-110580006715214665?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110580006715214665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110580006715214665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110580006715214665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110580006715214665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110580006715214665' title='hell from heaven'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110570916078014266</id><published>2005-01-14T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:39:11.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grounded...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im kinda grounded&lt;/span&gt;... you know what im saying? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it sucks&lt;/span&gt;... i went to drei's house awhile ago(takas lang)... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it rocks, dude! it's like an escape from a dreadful curse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my drumset is out of tune... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i don't have my keys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how tragic! i need some serious practice... real serious practice.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;barkada 20 rocks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'd be nothing without you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that's for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i couldn't imagine life without you guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;im going to gh tom.. this is serious hell from heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe you're wondering why this blog entry is unlike all my other entries because it ain't serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;just to let you know, i feel like writing this way. drei's mom gave me a bag from macy's and wow! i just love it. yeah!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im kinda desperate to learn more guitar chords... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm planning to take violin lessons during the summer.&lt;/span&gt; i know... &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's so not me&lt;/span&gt;... but hey, that's me... what can i do? haha &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;suit yourself&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that is so fetch&lt;/span&gt;.. i missed iron dukes' gig today in xavier. my folks didn't allow me to go. as a matter of fact, i'm not allowed to go anywhere. i'm hardheaded.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can't survive a day stuck up inside the house&lt;/span&gt;. would somebody please save me from these harsh punishments? oh please...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110570916078014266?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110570916078014266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110570916078014266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110570916078014266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110570916078014266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110570916078014266' title='grounded...'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110534913931313811</id><published>2005-01-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T17:25:39.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just ym stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'' kada critics ''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astig_francois41: trish... favor&lt;br /&gt;astig_francois41: kwento muna ung sa critics sa kada 20&lt;br /&gt;astig_francois41: ...&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: macky told me&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: it was maddening&lt;br /&gt;astig_francois41: huh?&lt;br /&gt;astig_francois41: d ko getz&lt;br /&gt;astig_francois41: hehe&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: basta&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: you have to grasp the idea of what im saying...&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: if not... trish_3sh: i dunno&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: i guess you wont figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'' leche flan sapakan ''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mijo_yukimura08: yung classmate kong makulit.&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh:&lt;br /&gt;mijo_yukimura08: last friday pa akong ginagago, kaya hinamon ko sa Sapakan sa FlyOver ng Ortigas. &lt;br /&gt;mijo_yukimura08: pero, hindi sya sumipot.&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: gago ka&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh:&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: hehe&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: just kidding&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: bakit ano bang nangyari?&lt;br /&gt;mijo_yukimura08: ginugulo nya ako dahil ayaw ko gumawa ng leche flan.&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: oh fuck&lt;br /&gt;mijo_yukimura08: he's a bully.&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: haha&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: yer a bully too&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: right?&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: haha&lt;br /&gt;mijo_yukimura08: no, I'm a man who's trying to fight for my rights just to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the barkada twenty critics... this is what i have to say... uhh... if you despise us then screw you... there's nothing you can do about it. if you have nothing nice to say, then just keep it to yourself... spreading it out won't do anything good to you...&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/7662065-110534913931313811?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110534913931313811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110534913931313811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110534913931313811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110534913931313811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110534913931313811' title='just ym stuff'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110482903907571493</id><published>2005-01-04T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T16:57:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best of 2004</title><content type='html'>Who could ever believe that Adidas jackets could set a couple of butts on fire? That was a metaphor(or whatever you call it). Alright?=p Just awhile ago, there was a squabble that was caused by an authentic Adidas jacket. It may sound peculiar but if precision be hold, it is for real. Anyway, 2004 was a blast! I met a lot of new faces. I have acquired a lot of learning that I don’t even have the faintest idea whether my memory could retain it or not. I have been to poles apart, distinctive locations, experiencing and being familiar with new things, dealing with different personas and a lot more. Some were good ones and some were tragic and it can most likely get me into a lot of nuisance and jeopardy. The utmost and extreme of all these memories of the year was when I became the batch drummer. It was somewhat etched in my mind, an occurrence that I will never ever brush aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/cdrums.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/drumme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/bestdrummer.jpg"&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/7662065-110482903907571493?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110482903907571493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110482903907571493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110482903907571493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110482903907571493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110482903907571493' title='the best of 2004'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110424667523392972</id><published>2004-12-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:11:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6260</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday yesterday. I only asked for a nokia 6260 which was nokia’s top-of-the-line mobile phone as of the moment. My mom refused me of that particular pecuniary request. I really became ill at ease at the atmosphere of her statements. My powers of speech and influence made up my dad’s mind to buy me my most-wanted doohickey! Yeah! I turned my face away to conceal a smile I could not suppress. But harsh caprice laid me under obligation. I need to retain my spot in the class ranking or else, they’ll confiscate my new phone. I have realized that it’s inadequate to carry on a lazybone’s routine, which was all darkness to me, and, retaining my rank was beyond my penetration. That is for the reason that I have a feeling of uncertainty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110424667523392972?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110424667523392972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110424667523392972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110424667523392972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110424667523392972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110424667523392972' title='6260'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110311875001980979</id><published>2004-12-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:52:30.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession can drive people crazy</title><content type='html'>Obsession can drive people crazy. It really does! Trust me… I don’t know how this topic popped out my mind but even so it seemed more like a caveat to me, startling and awakening. I have a new crush and I’ll keep it to myself. Secrets are not always concealed and there’s no way I’ll have mine revealed. Hey that rhymes! I love busta rhymes. =) Tomorrow is the last day of our exams. Yeah! It’s the instant that we’ve all been waiting for! Exult! Rejoice! …. For the distress and agony will utterly come into an end. Hey… I totally forgot! I have 2 projects left undone. Hahaha! So much for heaven in bottle.. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the following english week standouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monique Sian, the new Judas in the making!&lt;br /&gt;Dana Oreo, the spelling bee master!&lt;br /&gt;KC Alcantara, for garnering an award in the English week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to commend the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherisse Balolong, for gloriously modeling her unblemished legs!&lt;br /&gt;Macky Lazo… for me, you are the one and only… the beadle of the year! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Macatulad, who popularized the terminology, “bambam”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the rest…&lt;br /&gt;you’re the best…&lt;br /&gt;you add zest…&lt;br /&gt;in my quest…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cheers!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/margarita.jpg"&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/7662065-110311875001980979?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110311875001980979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110311875001980979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110311875001980979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110311875001980979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110311875001980979' title='obsession can drive people crazy'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110292847253205243</id><published>2004-12-13T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:01:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lacoste</title><content type='html'>Christmas is near yet I couldn’t sense it’s spirit vastly approaching. I’m absolutely not numb or anything. am I? How could this be? I’m just unadorned jaded and in the verge of sleeping even though our exams would take place tomorrow. I want nonentity but to retain my previous ranks. I ain’t fulfilled with it but it’s just right for my sluggish stance towards schoolwork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are – Southborder ( I love this song to bits… And I’m not dedicating it to anybody… for real… no more questions entertained.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see the ocean's beauty&lt;br /&gt;And the moon that shines above&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the sand lookin at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Wishing someday I would find true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be nice to see the morning&lt;br /&gt;With the one you love the most&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be nice to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;To the one you hold so close&lt;br /&gt;To your heart, to your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sit in fields of green&lt;br /&gt;Looking deeply thru the sky&lt;br /&gt;Watching birds as they flap by&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someday faith will bring me true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be nice to hold someone&lt;br /&gt;So dear, n near your heart&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be nice to hear those words&lt;br /&gt;I love you, from the one&lt;br /&gt;That you love, that you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see myself one day&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will share her life with me&lt;br /&gt;Selflessly, someday you will find your way,&lt;br /&gt;To me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are, Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add all my joint accounts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trixxtrish@vanity.com&lt;br /&gt;to_the_extreme@fullblast.com&lt;br /&gt;mendero@marcos.com&lt;br /&gt;pilar_patmar@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;besty_nixiandtwishi@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;barkada_twenty@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish list(as if somebody cares… haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.	simple life 2 soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;2.	lacoste modeling soundtrack (I think it costs about 5,000 php)&lt;br /&gt;3.	am boulevard patches and pins&lt;br /&gt;4.	anti-vibe zildjian drumsticks&lt;br /&gt;5.	incubus cd&lt;br /&gt;6.	snarebrush (I need it to be able to play bamboo’s “masaya”)&lt;br /&gt;7.	titanium cymbals&lt;br /&gt;8.	156mb memory card or 456mb for my phone(i want it badly!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110292847253205243?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110292847253205243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110292847253205243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110292847253205243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110292847253205243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110292847253205243' title='lacoste'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110207905883553908</id><published>2004-12-03T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T21:10:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hilarious layout...</title><content type='html'>I’ve conceptualized a hilarious yet evocative blog layout from my worn-out brain. Idleness urged me to do so. I miss the regular irksome school days. I seek the ubiquitously nauseating dirt, my brandy expressing deep grief and happiness for her 22, my barkada who makes my school days worth living, my true friend, Trixx who never fails to phenomenally make me smile through her inexorable narcissism even during the hell weeks, my bestfriend… who is enraged and raving about copycats, Marisha Camille Lazo who is dangerously in love and everybody else… yeah! School sucks but I miss going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/kada2.jpg"&gt; jamie, drei and me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/Sparkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my school friends.. :)&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/7662065-110207905883553908?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110207905883553908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110207905883553908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110207905883553908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110207905883553908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110207905883553908' title='my hilarious layout...'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110165000247470258</id><published>2004-11-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:53:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children can feel, but they cannot analyze their feelings.</title><content type='html'>Human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find pleasure in playing the piano. Yup, playing the piano. Me and Trixx reconciled. I had regained my customary state of wellbeing since Trixx and I were true friends once again. I supplied the hiatus by shopping in Robinsons Galleria. My vacant thought found livelier attraction in the spectacle of American boulevard shirts and coca cola bags. Some people are forcing me to tell them who my crush is. How much I wished to respond effusive to this question… How intricate it was to frame my answer… Children can feel, but they cannot analyze their feelings. I am a child. Hahaha! Lolz! I have been a slacker during group activities. This reproach of my dependence had become a vague sing-song in my ear; very painful and crushing, but only half intelligible. Alright, I’ll get rid of being a lazybone! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110165000247470258?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110165000247470258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110165000247470258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110165000247470258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110165000247470258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110165000247470258' title='Children can feel, but they cannot analyze their feelings.'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110147464691419076</id><published>2004-11-26T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:10:46.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry trixxy and ayee</title><content type='html'>I’m very sorry Trixxy and Ayee. I don’t want to ruin our friendship just because of that stupid brochure… I’m so sorry. I couldn’t forgive myself. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110147464691419076?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110147464691419076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110147464691419076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110147464691419076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110147464691419076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110147464691419076' title='i&apos;m sorry trixxy and ayee'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110138463944407912</id><published>2004-11-25T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:10:39.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are a stellar... meet me in outerspace...</title><content type='html'>“You are a stellar to me… meet me in outerspace…”&lt;br /&gt; I’m addicted to this song called, Stellar by Incubus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was absent today. I knew that the school authorities would dismiss us around 12noon or something due to the strike thingy. It has always been a total struggle. I’d prefer not to go to school than to have a hard time going home. I went to eastwood cinemas and watched a movie called Alexander the Great. It was awesome! Alexander was so cool! The scenery was evocative and sadistic. It was about wars between different empires or tribes. Alexander anticipated to surmount his trepidation. His thirst for glory and nobility made him achieve his most inaccessible aspiration of conquering different territories all over the world. Supremacy and power reigned in his empire. I find his story truly inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add my 3rd account please: hybrid@marcos.com&lt;br /&gt;i've got a suncell sim... gimme your number if you've got one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110138463944407912?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110138463944407912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110138463944407912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110138463944407912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110138463944407912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110138463944407912' title='you are a stellar... meet me in outerspace...'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110078349578648376</id><published>2004-11-18T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:11:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could pretty much lose everything. </title><content type='html'>There’s something within that’s telling me that I’m just playing it too cool. I could pretty much lose everything. I spent two exhausting hours playing the drums. I marvel if it sounded like a mass destruction or music to the ears of our neighbors. whatever it is… one thing’s for sure, I showed no clemency! I just sought to engage in recreation and preoccupy myself for no raison d'être at all. I stopped taking up lessons. Oh yeah someone found my lost ID… gee thanks!=p I got my card a few days ago. There’s nothing to be in high spirits about. Eeerrr… my average was 86 and I was the top 15 of the class. Who cares? I’m a self-confessed slacker/lazybone anyway. This crushie mania is totally overdoing it. It’s hunting my psyche all over. I developed abhorrence for geometry. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110078349578648376?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110078349578648376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110078349578648376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110078349578648376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110078349578648376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110078349578648376' title='I could pretty much lose everything. '/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-110043883538285503</id><published>2004-11-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T21:27:15.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fieldtrip has never been this maddening</title><content type='html'>Fieldtrip sucks… you’re most likely wondering why. We went to Mt. Makiling and went trekking for 4 hours. On our way back to st. paul, we were all starving to death but Miss Layug and Miss Buen didn’t allow us to buy food just because some of us stood up while the bus is moving. I strongly believe that what they did was not reasonable. We have the right to eat. It is stated in the constitution of the Philippines, article 3, bill of rights(if my memory serves me right). Even our own parents will not punish us like that. They showed no mercy! Who would want their students to starve to death? Hell.. fieldtrip has never been this maddening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-110043883538285503?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/110043883538285503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=110043883538285503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110043883538285503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/110043883538285503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110043883538285503' title='fieldtrip has never been this maddening'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109999526038989422</id><published>2004-11-09T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:14:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh gimme a break</title><content type='html'>The Christmas season is forthcoming… yeah! I want loads of material things! I want new attachments on my drumset in a flash! Yep… that’s the way I like it. I want a set of Zildjian titanium cymbals, anti-vibe drumsticks and designer drumstick bags… but I can only vision of this pricey possessions. Haha! Those things would cost me a fortune. Our math teacher asked me to remain standing for two periods because I was noisy. It utterly sucked! I love being a drummer. Why? because I get to unleash my exasperation through clashing both the drumheads and the cymbals. I’ve noticed something this past few days. Everybody wants to be a princess. Haha! What’s with being a princess? I believe that we’re in a democratic country and not in a monarchy… right? This “princess thing” is totally freaking me out. Just kidding! =p Peace out to all the princesses out there! Hey I almost forgot, I want battlegrounds(blue ones)! I’ve got a tons of homeworks to do. Ahhhhh give me a break!=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109999526038989422?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109999526038989422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109999526038989422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109999526038989422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109999526038989422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109999526038989422' title='ahhh gimme a break'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109983155612522098</id><published>2004-11-07T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:45:56.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intramurals 2004</title><content type='html'>We ranked 4th place in the intramurals just because of the 50% discipline thing. Anyway, I was given a medal… yeah!!! (best drummer 2nd year) and I ain’t the best drummer. After a month of stressful drumming, my uphill struggle finally paid off. I lost my bag together with my pearl drum keys, Victoria’s secret perfume, Denman brush and my ID during the intramurals. It totally sucked. It’s a total misery. Haha… enough of the tragedy. Yesterday, somebody called me. She said that she’s the cousin of my bestfriend, Nikki. She asked me where Nikki was and if I was with her. I answered those questions. After the phone conversation, I sent an sms message to Nikki, informing her about the whole thing. To my surprise, I found out that she didn’t give my number to any of her cousins and that the girl who called me wasn’t really her cousin but a total stranger. I was mystified and inquisitive. Who was the stranger who called me? It’s giving me the creeps or shall I say goosebumps…. Really….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109983155612522098?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109983155612522098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109983155612522098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109983155612522098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109983155612522098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983155612522098' title='intramurals 2004'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109906859312561924</id><published>2004-10-30T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T00:49:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bring the beat back</title><content type='html'>i love this song!!!... totally&lt;br /&gt;... dudes sing with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Clay&lt;br /&gt;[ Bamboo ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red sun dawn&lt;br /&gt;Guns are drawn&lt;br /&gt;Skull and bones&lt;br /&gt;Beast of war&lt;br /&gt;Father help me stop this&lt;br /&gt;Rush of blood to the head&lt;br /&gt;Look at you I see red&lt;br /&gt;Start this game&lt;br /&gt;I’ll end it&lt;br /&gt;By this hate that you hepl the world create&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sent&lt;br /&gt;Now repent&lt;br /&gt;I’m the war that comes to you&lt;br /&gt;The plague that follows through&lt;br /&gt;All by my self&lt;br /&gt;I know that I stand here alone&lt;br /&gt;All your lies they feed me&lt;br /&gt;I’m stronger now&lt;br /&gt;Stronger now than I was before&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way you can&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Move me&lt;br /&gt;Stop me&lt;br /&gt;Talk too much mutherfucker hush&lt;br /&gt;You had your chance to change things&lt;br /&gt;Move in the direction of right&lt;br /&gt;Choose to set the bar&lt;br /&gt;But then you had to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;So what’s daddy done for you lately?&lt;br /&gt;Brought you the throne&lt;br /&gt;Like stealing candy from a baby&lt;br /&gt;Line your pockets in mucho dinero&lt;br /&gt;Paid in full with the blood of the people&lt;br /&gt;So now you got the fires rockin&lt;br /&gt;Blood and Hate&lt;br /&gt;Then you got the people talking&lt;br /&gt;Legacy&lt;br /&gt;You will never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Your place in history&lt;br /&gt;A black mark in time&lt;br /&gt;A black mark in time&lt;br /&gt;All by my self&lt;br /&gt;I know that I stand here alone&lt;br /&gt;All your lies they feed me&lt;br /&gt;I’m stronger now&lt;br /&gt;Stronger now than I was before&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way you can&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Move me&lt;br /&gt;Stop me&lt;br /&gt;Peace and flowers&lt;br /&gt;Will kill the superpower&lt;br /&gt;The fall of rome is near&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you hear?&lt;br /&gt;It’s been written, it’s been said&lt;br /&gt;The revealations I had read&lt;br /&gt;The signs are here&lt;br /&gt;Those days are over&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from the line&lt;br /&gt;For now is the time&lt;br /&gt;All by my self&lt;br /&gt;I know that I stand here alone&lt;br /&gt;All your lies they feed me&lt;br /&gt;I’m stronger now&lt;br /&gt;Stronger now than I was before&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way you can&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Move me&lt;br /&gt;Stop me &lt;br /&gt;Bamboo &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long time since I posted my last entry. I presume that I’m just too sluggish to type anything. I have been playing the drums this past few days since the intramurals is vastly imminent. My arms are starting to grow bigger. It’s getting a bit muscular and it totally sucks. It looks brawny. It’s like my worst nightmare! I’m panicky about the intramurals since I’m the drummer of the batch. At last, the batch practices are over. Everyone got sick and tired of cheering or shall I say screaming at the top of their lungs. Even I was exhausted and fatigued. I never really dreamt of lifting the bass drum from one place to another. it's okay... i enjoyed anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109906859312561924?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109906859312561924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109906859312561924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109906859312561924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109906859312561924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109906859312561924' title='bring the beat back'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109748610504356164</id><published>2004-10-11T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T17:15:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people are nothing but a horde of scums..</title><content type='html'>Today was an exasperating rage for me. I don’t wanna comprise the details here. Some people are just a horde of scums. I don’t heed at any rate. (alright.. a few details won’t matter) I just don’t like it when people jump into conclusions without even knowing the rationale why I acted in a certain way. There’s more but it’s too personal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109748610504356164?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109748610504356164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109748610504356164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109748610504356164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109748610504356164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109748610504356164' title='some people are nothing but a horde of scums..'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109627816484684064</id><published>2004-09-27T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T17:55:24.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my boring life</title><content type='html'>I’m long-sufferingly waiting while uncertainty lingers &lt;br /&gt;within… like the smoke from a distant &lt;br /&gt;cigarette before it willows and is gone... &lt;br /&gt;you pause for a brief second and &lt;br /&gt;captured indelibly through the auspicious lens &lt;br /&gt;of someone else's camera. and it is not &lt;br /&gt;mine… i can just presume what this &lt;br /&gt;moment really means, but what i do &lt;br /&gt;know is that it was a moment without &lt;br /&gt;you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it very dramatic? I can’t pass the time for a lot of things… couldn’t wait for ummm… another Cadbury flakes?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109627816484684064?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109627816484684064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109627816484684064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109627816484684064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109627816484684064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109627816484684064' title='my boring life'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109608252081163874</id><published>2004-09-25T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T11:22:00.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coca cola bag... i wanna buy it right now..</title><content type='html'>I had a blast last Friday. I was with my friends, Trixx, Mark, Waymon, Monica, Camille, Desto, Amanda and Miggy. I also met Andrei, a non-yfcer and a varsity track and field member in La Salle Greenhills. I was able to bond with the other yfcers. We ate in fazzolis. Thanks for the treat Mark!! I enjoyed the pizza because it was the only thing that I ate on that day. We watched the exorcist. It was bloodcurdling and daunting but Mark was so scared that he didn’t even bother to watch every single scene of the movie. We were chilling in the theater due to the intolerable temperature there. After that, we roamed around eastwood city for like… ummm… countless times?! We saw this attention-grabber publicity stunt in front of ipanema. There was this guy who acted stationary as if he was a statue. People placed coins in his container. I walked against the crowd and couldn’t wait to pass through because I already saw something similar to that when I was in San Francisco, California. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109608252081163874?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109608252081163874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109608252081163874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109608252081163874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109608252081163874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109608252081163874' title='coca cola bag... i wanna buy it right now..'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109569338587488576</id><published>2004-09-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:16:25.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth camp!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I served in a youth camp. I was part of the music ministry. Cool huh?! I met a lot of people. It was so fun!!! It’s my second time to serve. Congratulations to the participants!!! Welcome to YFC you guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the ones who got awards!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp cutie: Raphael (yahoo!!! Voted by the girls…)&lt;br /&gt;Camp hottie: Camille Romero (yeah! Voted by the guys….)&lt;br /&gt;Miss congeniality: Monica!!!&lt;br /&gt;Camp talentado: Ephraim!!!&lt;br /&gt;Camp comedian: Gemmo (dude … you rock!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah … did I miss anyone?! Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109569338587488576?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109569338587488576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109569338587488576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109569338587488576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109569338587488576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569338587488576' title='youth camp!'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109507956298211936</id><published>2004-09-13T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:46:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patrician</title><content type='html'>here's a ym conversation wala lang..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ephraim_leynes: im studying in front of the laptop right now..&lt;br /&gt;ephraim_leynes: hehe&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: cool&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: haha&lt;br /&gt;trish_3sh: ako tinatamad mag aral&lt;br /&gt;ephraim_leynes: haha&lt;br /&gt;ephraim_leynes: pinagaaralan ko ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;ephraim_leynes: rome&lt;br /&gt;ephraim_leynes: and may nakita akong term..&lt;br /&gt;ephraim_leynes: patrician.. meaning the rich people&lt;br /&gt;ephraim_leynes: ikaw yung pumasok sa isip ko&lt;br /&gt;ephraim_leynes: haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel like studying. School was so uninteresting. Everyone was jaded after the laboratory experiment in biology. I couldn’t even focus on the microscope. We were supposed to look for the stomata of our specimen. Nikki, Trixx and Beat hung out in my room after school. Our C.L. teacher told me to write my definition of the word, temptation on the board. She said that she found it meaningful and deep. So here it is… “For me, temptation is the urge to do something wrong. However, you have the choice of resisting temptation or giving in into it.” Cool huh? … =p&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/7662065-109507956298211936?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109507956298211936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109507956298211936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109507956298211936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109507956298211936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109507956298211936' title='patrician'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109499491775423161</id><published>2004-09-12T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:15:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is Sunday, 24th week of the ordinary time</title><content type='html'>last friday, I went to Ephraim's gig. Me and Trixx had fun. kuya ephraim's band(whizbang) was so cool. :D last saturday, i went to prosec and then i went to galle with migz. today, i went to greenhills and went shopping. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109499491775423161?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109499491775423161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109499491775423161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109499491775423161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109499491775423161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109499491775423161' title='today is Sunday, 24th week of the ordinary time'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109448589583331702</id><published>2004-09-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:51:35.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one hell of a translator...</title><content type='html'>I don’t know why I’m blogging. It’s already 11:37 pm. Me and my groupmates made this project in my room. It’s a project in Filipino. We were supposed to make advices for each day of the month of December. We bought food first in Mcdo of course. We were munching on French fries and raging chicken burgers while our car was moving at a moderate speed. Nikki’s car was ahead of us. I’ve been to National Bookstore Crossings countless times but would you believe that I don’t know how to go there? We bought stuff from National Bookstore Crossings. We bought this English ready-made advices for the day and I was assigned to translate it in Tagalog. Damn… I was hopeless. The phrases that I translated sounded awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s an example:&lt;br /&gt;“A friend stands beside you and under you and lifts you up.”&lt;br /&gt;My translation:&lt;br /&gt;“Ang kaibigan ay tumatayo sa tabi mo at sa ilalim mo at binubuhat ka pataas.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I suck big time when it comes to Filipino. When my groupmates heard my translation, they started laughing like hell. Hahaha At first, everyone was helping in the project-making but in the end, they started having their own worlds. Our project turned out to be successful but I believe that there is always room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109448589583331702?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109448589583331702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109448589583331702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109448589583331702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109448589583331702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448589583331702' title='one hell of a translator...'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109439187060490721</id><published>2004-09-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T21:44:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facilitator's training</title><content type='html'>I just came from a facilitator’s training in CTK(Christ the King), Libis. It was fun! We had this mock camp. Everyone was acting bizarre especially kuya Paolo. Haha… It was part of our training. We learned a lot from it. The food was great. I enjoyed eating the muffins. We ran out of chocolate muffins and Benjo gave me half of his muffin. I played the k-hon. I didn’t know that I played too hard and someone asked us to refrain from creating such noise. I found out that the house of the priests was just across our building!!! Yesterday, I posted pictures here in my blog. Notice the zildjian and yamaha logo. It goes to show that I love music. I’m a percussion freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's one of my favorite songs....&lt;br /&gt;talk shows on mute by incubus...Take a bow&lt;br /&gt;Pack on powder&lt;br /&gt;Wash 'em out with buzzing lights&lt;br /&gt;Pay an audience to care&lt;br /&gt;Impress me personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still and transfixed &lt;br /&gt;The electric sheep,&lt;br /&gt;Are dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy you from the chemical &lt;br /&gt;Comfort of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come one&lt;br /&gt;Come all&lt;br /&gt;Into 1984&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, three, two, one&lt;br /&gt;Lights, camera, transaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, your time is almost up&lt;br /&gt;Make all forget that they're the moth&lt;br /&gt;Edging in, towards the flame&lt;br /&gt;Burn into obscurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still and transfixed &lt;br /&gt;the electric sheep&lt;br /&gt;are dreaming up your fate&lt;br /&gt;And judge you from &lt;br /&gt;the card castle &lt;br /&gt;comfort of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come one&lt;br /&gt;Come all&lt;br /&gt;Into 1984&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, three, two, one&lt;br /&gt;Lights, camera...yeah&lt;br /&gt;come one&lt;br /&gt;come all &lt;br /&gt;into 1984&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, three, two one&lt;br /&gt;Lights, camera, transaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights, camera, transaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come one&lt;br /&gt;Come all&lt;br /&gt;To 1984&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, three, two, one&lt;br /&gt;Lights, camera, transaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foundation is canyoning&lt;br /&gt;Fault lines should be worn with pride&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it&lt;br /&gt;You're so much more&lt;br /&gt;You're so much more&lt;br /&gt;Endearing with the sound turned off.&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/7662065-109439187060490721?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109439187060490721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109439187060490721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109439187060490721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109439187060490721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109439187060490721' title='facilitator&apos;s training'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109427968968760007</id><published>2004-09-04T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T14:34:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours of sleep</title><content type='html'>I overslept today. I just woke up because nikki called me. I wasn't able to attend my prosec today but that was fine. I wanted to stay home and rest anyway. I got my card yesterday and my parents were the last ones to arrive as usual. My grades were fine. I suck at Filipino. I got a grade of 82 in that subject. I hate Filipino novels. I had trouble comprehending the Florante and Laura thing. I'm confused right now. I don't even know why. I miss my friends. They're in robinson's galleria right now and I wanted to go there but the driver is nowhere to be found and I only have 200 bucks in my wallet. My mom owes me a certain amount of money. I'm a hopeless kid but God loves me though =p. I'm gonna attend a facilitator's training tomorrow so wish me luck. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109427968968760007?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109427968968760007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109427968968760007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109427968968760007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109427968968760007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109427968968760007' title='12 hours of sleep'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109378825450936784</id><published>2004-08-29T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:04:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stadium</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I went to Eastwood City to eat dinner with my family. We ate in Alba and it was my second time to eat there. Well, the taste of the food and the ambience of the place was great. I went to the buffet for a total of 3 times because I can’t figure out what to get. Mexican food wasn’t my type. My taste buds were not used to it(I think … ?!). I remember a time when we ate in Kamay-kainan for like 3 weeks in a row. The food was okay but hello….. eating there 3 times in a row? That sucked. =p After that, I went to Greenmeadows to pick up Chuckie and Camille. Then, we went straight to CTK. We were late but we enjoyed. We had this activity called “tap on the back”. We wrote positive traits on each other’s back. We honored each other to strengthen the bond and friendship of the chapter. When I got home, I rested for a while. I ate breakfast around 12:00 am. I ate cereals in my room. Saturday was fun! I went to my prosec classes. I cancelled my drum lessons and went to the stadium where the Metro Manila YFC congress was held. Then, I went to Valle Verde I. We hung out in Alexis’ house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109378825450936784?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109378825450936784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109378825450936784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109378825450936784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109378825450936784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109378825450936784' title='stadium'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109341951642272937</id><published>2004-08-25T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:38:36.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no classes!</title><content type='html'>No classes!!! Actually, I don’t really know if we had classes today. I just decided not to go to school. I was so wasted yesterday. I went to my drum lessons in CPMP. I stayed in the band room, hitting the drums quite hard until 8:00 pm. Then, I went straight home and rested for a while. After that, I rushed to the car and went to Cordillera, QC to visit my friend Drei. I ate cake, ice cream, fried rice and fried chicken. I was so full that I didn’t eat breakfast the next day. This morning, me, Migz and the driver(Ronnie Mier) sent kuya Lawrence to school. It was a pretty long joyride because we had nowhere to go. The rain was pouring so hard and it flooded everywhere. We ended up in Starbucks, Tomas Morato and Burger King.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109341951642272937?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109341951642272937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109341951642272937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109341951642272937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109341951642272937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109341951642272937' title='no classes!'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109265831175478882</id><published>2004-08-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T20:11:51.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>77 magnetism</title><content type='html'>I can still smell smoke right now. That is for the reason that our student-directed laboratory experiment in biology took place hours ago. We preserved a milkfish. Smoking was the most amusing kind of preservation. I insisted on holding the fish on the stick. The whiff of the smolder was excruciating. The fish ended up squashy. Me and my groupmates smelled awful afterwards. When we got inside the classroom, I sprayed Victoria’s Secret’s 77 magnetism perfume. It was a mixture of the whiff of smoke and a heavenly scent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109265831175478882?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109265831175478882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109265831175478882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109265831175478882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109265831175478882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109265831175478882' title='77 magnetism'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109188718227038916</id><published>2004-08-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T00:04:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jonathan livingston seagull</title><content type='html'>I attended my speed reading lessons today. I read a book entitled, “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.” I read it for 6 minutes. Here’s a book review… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a learner, have you felt that you are spaced out from “the flock”? Well, this story is essentially about a seagull, struggling to be distinctive, innovating new flying skills and setting his mind to a goal without limits. That seagull is Jonathan. He wants to improve his skills in flying. The story’s imagery is inspirational. It conveys a message to the readers to dig deeper, climb higher, and apply yourself with more vigor for a reason not quite explicable, even by you. Don’t limit yourself. Bach’s wizardry with metaphors is ingenious. Jonathan's determination and all-consuming passion to fly higher and faster and more safely parallels with my own desire to be better in all aspects. I found myself realizing the broader underpinnings of what it truly means to be a learner, a teacher, and an evolving spirit all-in-one. This book is truly a must-read, something to savour and to retain in memory for the learnings that it taught me can never be acquired in the traditional school lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109188718227038916?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109188718227038916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109188718227038916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109188718227038916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109188718227038916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109188718227038916' title='jonathan livingston seagull'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109102628724195143</id><published>2004-07-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T22:51:27.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>persist until you succeed... hmmmmph</title><content type='html'>I came home today at around… 9:30 pm. We had a group project. We interviewed an entrepreneur. I tried a construction worker’s hat afterwards. When I took it off, my friends started laughing because my forehead suddenly became dusty! Haha =p It was fun. We rode a Ford Ranger(courtesy of beat). As one of the leaders of the group, I did a lot of things. It was laborious. I learned that even though there are factors that hinder you from attaining your goals… you should never give up… life is about taking risks… and I will take em’… anytime… anywhere... I don’t want to have regrets. I don’t care if I commit mistakes because you will indisputably increase your knowledge from it. It is where you will be able to learn by yourself. Toil and endure is what it takes. You have to persist until you succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109102628724195143?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109102628724195143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109102628724195143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109102628724195143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109102628724195143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102628724195143' title='persist until you succeed... hmmmmph'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109072879399497613</id><published>2004-07-25T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T12:13:13.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prosec =p</title><content type='html'>I attended my prosec class last Saturday… no gimmicks for me except for a party :)… I talked to the daughter of my teacher. Her name was Meg and she’s in first grade. I noticed that she was an intelligent conversationalist, a fluent English-speaker and a friendly kid. So I told myself… “this kid must be a product of MC”… and I guessed it right… She’s a knoller! I told her that I was also a knoller before. I asked the name of her section and she said, “1-Adelfa”… I was like… hey that was my section before!!! Anyway, I went to Alexis’ party afterwards and I came home past 11pm. The party was fun!!! Benjo taught me how to play the piano. I’m getting fat. I want to take up fencing lessons but the problem is, it’ll make your arms bigger! After my prosec lessons, I plan to take drum lessons and taekwondo lessons. I hope those plans will push through or else, I don’t know what’s in store for me… There’s something good that happened this week but I wasn’t able to write it here in my blog.. I was so lazy that I didn’t study anything but I still qualified in our science quizbee(top 1 out of  5 others who qualified). It’s my second time so wish me luck… =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109072879399497613?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109072879399497613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109072879399497613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109072879399497613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109072879399497613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109072879399497613' title='prosec =p'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109049353386345347</id><published>2004-07-22T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:52:13.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimmick cut-off? no way!!!</title><content type='html'>My mom said that if my grades aren’t that good, I’m gonna have a gimmick cut-off. If that’s gonna take place, I can only go on gimmicks about twice a month. That sucks!!! I have some things to go against. First, I noticed that most of my friends that are in love are preoccupied or in a world of their own. I hate that… Next, some people take my escapades gravely. I love kidding around but I don’t intend to piss people off. Finally, my friendly attitude is being misunderstood. I don’t want to elaborate. I had a great time in yellow cab with my friends, Beat and Trixx. The pizza was luscious!!!  I’m have a mediocre of sleepyness and being wide awake... now that's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a quote that I wanted to send to a friend of mine but I don’t have load!!! Haha =p I’ll just share it with you guys.(swerte niyo!!! Joke…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be close with you&lt;br /&gt;Close enough that in time, &lt;br /&gt;I’ll just hold your hand and without saying anything,&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m saying something like this:&lt;br /&gt;“Dito ka lang hindi ko kayang mawala ka.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109049353386345347?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109049353386345347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109049353386345347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109049353386345347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109049353386345347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109049353386345347' title='gimmick cut-off? no way!!!'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109024244181038293</id><published>2004-07-19T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T21:30:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i look? ... "wasted!!!"</title><content type='html'>I asked my seatmate and laboratory partner… “How do I look?” … “wasted!” hahaha… School was so laborious, arduous, painstaking, backbreaking, grueling, exhausting or simply nakakapagod!!!… I ate at mcdo… I feel like writing in tagalog… so… puyatan na toh!!! My eyebags will be back to life once again… hahaha kiddin’!!! seriously, I have to do a lot of things right now. I don’t know what to do first. I want candy corner!!! This is so non-sense. I better end this blog before it gets tedious. =p &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109024244181038293?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109024244181038293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109024244181038293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109024244181038293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109024244181038293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109024244181038293' title='how do i look? ... &quot;wasted!!!&quot;'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662065.post-109007299574319075</id><published>2004-07-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T16:27:24.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball in the rain</title><content type='html'>like my blog title says… I'm a gimikera. i'm still a member of barkada twenty!!! it's the best barkada. I came from linden suites. I also came from 17:28 concert. Me and Trixx went to Starbucks afterwards. Instead of ordering the tried and tested, all time favorite Mocca frap, I tried something new… strawberries and cream. It’s yummy!!! The mall was crowded. I couldn’t take it. A friend once said, “ang sarap magbasket pag umuulan.” And so I said, “sige try ko.” I waited for the rain to come just to try the basketball thing out. It rained a while ago. I took my bro’s basketball in the car and played basketball in the rain. It was fun!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662065-109007299574319075?l=gimikera3sh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/feeds/109007299574319075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662065&amp;postID=109007299574319075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109007299574319075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662065/posts/default/109007299574319075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimikera3sh.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109007299574319075' title='basketball in the rain'/><author><name>patmar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512546509457254900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/patmarc/friendsterme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
