<?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-2949364839580945445</id><updated>2012-02-14T20:17:00.584-08:00</updated><category term='finding a game'/><category term='2009'/><category term='unseen'/><category term='signature done'/><category term='sad'/><category term='hindi na natapos'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='one step'/><category term='avatar'/><category term='kainis'/><category term='top things'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='gift'/><category term='moderator'/><category term='adobe'/><category term='christmas 2009'/><category term='date'/><category term='french vanilla cappuccino'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='her'/><category term='amusing wireless broadband'/><category term='home'/><category term='about her'/><category term='lose weight'/><category term='ang sama ng pakiramdam ko'/><category term='paki ko'/><category term='known'/><category term='katamad'/><category term='warped'/><category term='pikon'/><category term='converse'/><category term='bat - 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All I have to decide is, what I have to do, with the time given to me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5734910203496811938</id><published>2012-02-05T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T06:27:54.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Early Valentines Gifts</title><content type='html'>Tin gave me her valentines gifts to me early, to not have any trouble of finding it out by her parents. I received a scrapbook, shirt, and inside the scrapbook there is a cd that contains 3 videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my couple shirt. Mine's "the groom", while her shirt is "the bride". I'm excited to wear these. I'm planning to take a picture with Tin wearing our couple shirt and then changing my display picture on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTK-6drkrbU/Ty6H6dZFu7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/Ho7pWECFZ2Y/s1600/DSC08244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTK-6drkrbU/Ty6H6dZFu7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/Ho7pWECFZ2Y/s320/DSC08244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ba1znslvCK0/Ty6H7X1JooI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zpzrcI6mw7g/s1600/DSC08245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ba1znslvCK0/Ty6H7X1JooI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zpzrcI6mw7g/s320/DSC08245.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ0_vA-9N10/Ty6H9tRKA3I/AAAAAAAAAws/vqUoLslrtN8/s1600/DSC08246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ0_vA-9N10/Ty6H9tRKA3I/AAAAAAAAAws/vqUoLslrtN8/s320/DSC08246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scrapbook. She told me that it took her a year to finish this.&lt;br /&gt;She also added that she was doing this every night, around 10 pm onwards when her parents were asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PnKxdbUSGEo/Ty6IC88OgpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/J4k8z1bn4gw/s1600/DSC08247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PnKxdbUSGEo/Ty6IC88OgpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/J4k8z1bn4gw/s320/DSC08247.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a bookmark so that I can place it on a page of the comic scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f31mks4Omrg/Ty6IFanjKnI/AAAAAAAAAw8/iMDIxhx1QtY/s1600/DSC08248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f31mks4Omrg/Ty6IFanjKnI/AAAAAAAAAw8/iMDIxhx1QtY/s320/DSC08248.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The comic was about how we met, up to the point that we are going steady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Only the important parts were drawn. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So loving it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XngnEPjYB-o/Ty6IJt9PhXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/u7sKiAslfFU/s1600/DSC08249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XngnEPjYB-o/Ty6IJt9PhXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/u7sKiAslfFU/s320/DSC08249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow8Uxa8FQCI/Ty6IOSj3GQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/SyHHd5XveB0/s1600/DSC08250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow8Uxa8FQCI/Ty6IOSj3GQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/SyHHd5XveB0/s320/DSC08250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She's talented. These are all her drawings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well I'm also good at drawing male, though, not female. -_-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't draw their upper body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGXiZFrbr3c/Ty6IXVcRxXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/XGschBaXeFA/s1600/DSC08251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGXiZFrbr3c/Ty6IXVcRxXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/XGschBaXeFA/s320/DSC08251.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDfhE8XVraM/Ty6IZEtjprI/AAAAAAAAAxc/OSunY5UMwfI/s1600/DSC08252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDfhE8XVraM/Ty6IZEtjprI/AAAAAAAAAxc/OSunY5UMwfI/s320/DSC08252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her couple shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14FN2HnQLuM/Ty6IajQkuXI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ijmBDptw14w/s1600/DSC08253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14FN2HnQLuM/Ty6IajQkuXI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ijmBDptw14w/s320/DSC08253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And this is the cd that contains the 3 videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to upload the videos when I have a faster internet connection.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XMXOHr_X6Jk/Ty6Ifrm2udI/AAAAAAAAAxs/DskiKbq6tHo/s1600/DSC08254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XMXOHr_X6Jk/Ty6Ifrm2udI/AAAAAAAAAxs/DskiKbq6tHo/s320/DSC08254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching all the videos, I decided to accept the friend request of all my high school batch mates, including my ex-girlfriend in Facebook. Those short films changed me. Tin changed the way I handle my bitterness, and I want to thank her for that. The anger that I felt towards my ex and HS batch mates were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin made me realize that the feelings and other things that happened to my past were just little compared what we are going through. She made me realize that I'm acting childish and selfish, which I need to let go. Seriously, I didn't expect this night to end this way, that I will accept again my HS friends and ex-gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along... all those 4 years... blinded by hatred and sorrow..&lt;br /&gt;All of those are gone now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for changing me Tin.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to have you.&lt;br /&gt;You made me realize more that I'm so lucky to have you.&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/2949364839580945445-5734910203496811938?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5734910203496811938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5734910203496811938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5734910203496811938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5734910203496811938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2012/02/early-valentines-gifts.html' title='Early Valentines Gifts'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTK-6drkrbU/Ty6H6dZFu7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/Ho7pWECFZ2Y/s72-c/DSC08244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5531214659789197333</id><published>2012-02-05T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T05:41:23.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Pre-Graduation Celebration</title><content type='html'>My family and my close relatives celebrated my pre-graduation yesterday at King Bee.We talked about my upcoming graduation this coming June, experiences with thesis, and the work that I got with Deca Technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Gas, papers, inks, book binding, folders, clips, foods for defense, drinks for defense, ice for the drinks, utensils and stuffs for the food, and ... well I think that's it.I was looking forward to buy her flowers, teddy bear, some decorations in my car that has a theme of valentines day then I will let her see it, food for the date, and etc. Though it will just be a dream now. I don't even have enough money to buy flowers. -_-I'm in serious s***..Her parents are also expecting a lot this valentines, since I had a banner last year.What's worst is that she has something totally awesome this vday.Well I'm happy, but you can't remove that fact that I'm more sad because I don't have anything for her.The only thing I can do is a letter, but I know it won't be enough.I'm not blaming Lord, since I have a lot of blessings like the job in will receive in Deca Technologies.Setting aside the "holiness", I feel useless..Guess this will be the worst vday that I'll have. :(Hoping for a miracle..;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-7965120822768922125?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/7965120822768922125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=7965120822768922125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7965120822768922125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7965120822768922125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2012/02/clock-ticking-valentines-day.html' title='Clock Ticking : Valentines Day'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-7140473164491201158</id><published>2012-01-24T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:41:31.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss her'/><title type='text'>Memories: I Miss You</title><content type='html'>I remember the day when I wasn't able to talk to her the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried because I didn't receive any text message from her.&lt;br /&gt;From morning to evening I kept on waiting for her to be online.&lt;br /&gt;At least before I sleep, around 9 pm, she was able to go online, and I was able to talked with her. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is when she cooked me a pasta. I forgot what its called, but it was so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmYYdHdAcrE/Tx6T85Ut8jI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ixw_8Td8RlQ/s1600/378438_1818144909594_1719289360_887843_1449561750_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmYYdHdAcrE/Tx6T85Ut8jI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ixw_8Td8RlQ/s320/378438_1818144909594_1719289360_887843_1449561750_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another picture of us while waiting to present our thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLSVyQh849Y/Tx6Wved5yFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/96uBYsMh0HA/s1600/400781_2400530775314_1312393405_32015422_561414965_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLSVyQh849Y/Tx6Wved5yFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/96uBYsMh0HA/s320/400781_2400530775314_1312393405_32015422_561414965_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after we went to a place where we were able to get together, she gave me a letter.&lt;br /&gt;D**n that so sweet.. Well seriously, I've really got to fix things early.&lt;br /&gt;Job interviews + Upcoming Valentines Day + Her upcoming Birthday, things are getting serious.&lt;br /&gt;I really love her, and I want to ask your help Lord for everything, like being able to get into the job, being able to surprise her in the said events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support from thesis to finding a job.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and I'm hoping you a good luck in your business also.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that if you have problems, I'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'll read the letter she gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I also wish that I'll have the time to make my gift for her.&lt;br /&gt;I love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for giving me the best gift ever.. Tin^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-7140473164491201158?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/7140473164491201158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=7140473164491201158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7140473164491201158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7140473164491201158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2012/01/memories-i-miss-you.html' title='Memories: I Miss You'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmYYdHdAcrE/Tx6T85Ut8jI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ixw_8Td8RlQ/s72-c/378438_1818144909594_1719289360_887843_1449561750_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3486257874142957704</id><published>2012-01-16T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:21:07.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green route'/><title type='text'>Thesis Documents</title><content type='html'>Finally! I'm now graduating.&lt;br /&gt;My thesis is called Green Route.&lt;br /&gt;Basically it is a document tracking system for the purchasing process of De La Salle Canlubang.&lt;br /&gt;My team made this for a year, starting form Research and Methodology (RESMETH, 1 term), to CS Thesis 1 (CSTHES1, 1 term), and then finally CS Thesis 2 (CSTHES2, and another 1 term).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* 1 term = 4 months&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine System Analysis and Design (SAD).&lt;br /&gt;Nine Technical Documentation (TD).&lt;br /&gt;13 User Manual (UM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any classes now. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiaK7JM3s9g/TxQORBSVlrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/pNmki9DOWZM/s320/DSC08214.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YyjeTewGRI/TxQOTB-uhEI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2wnLI8YiYOE/s1600/DSC08215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YyjeTewGRI/TxQOTB-uhEI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2wnLI8YiYOE/s320/DSC08215.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSO4OTZM1KQ/TxQOVLF4QLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/A9AE1xNY8SU/s1600/DSC08217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSO4OTZM1KQ/TxQOVLF4QLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/A9AE1xNY8SU/s320/DSC08217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so proud of myself and my team. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtwclYsYUTQ/TxQOXuqeRAI/AAAAAAAAAsM/jodlZp4SEQM/s1600/DSC08219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtwclYsYUTQ/TxQOXuqeRAI/AAAAAAAAAsM/jodlZp4SEQM/s320/DSC08219.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--52up7zGwQw/TxQOZN-VWvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/gfO1X3Xu8a8/s1600/DSC08222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--52up7zGwQw/TxQOZN-VWvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/gfO1X3Xu8a8/s320/DSC08222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzUmYC67ADQ/TxQOayPj6fI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Cxc_rY4tODg/s1600/DSC08223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzUmYC67ADQ/TxQOayPj6fI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Cxc_rY4tODg/s320/DSC08223.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztldevnE50E/TxQOiOPONlI/AAAAAAAAAsk/B9bh6bH8xgg/s1600/DSC08224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztldevnE50E/TxQOiOPONlI/AAAAAAAAAsk/B9bh6bH8xgg/s320/DSC08224.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, the problem is.. what am I going to do with these scratch^^..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-K__apyp8E/TxQOxhG_QnI/AAAAAAAAAss/QaWQXr8vUCI/s1600/DSC08225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-K__apyp8E/TxQOxhG_QnI/AAAAAAAAAss/QaWQXr8vUCI/s320/DSC08225.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3486257874142957704?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3486257874142957704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3486257874142957704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3486257874142957704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3486257874142957704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2012/01/thesis-documents.html' title='Thesis Documents'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXNidKe2gw0/TxQNq9xgx8I/AAAAAAAAAqc/h0q3DuYFjF0/s72-c/DSC08197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5018113538525148311</id><published>2012-01-11T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:26:11.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random happenings'/><title type='text'>Some Random Happenings</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday our thesis adviser agreed that we may now book bind our thesis.&lt;br /&gt;This means that we are now safe in our thesis.&lt;br /&gt;At night, we did few revisions, then printed the original documents.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we have 3 different documents; System Analysis and Design (SAD), Technical Documentation (TD), and User Manual (UM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before doing the revisions, my thesis mates bought 3 red horse (the so called Mucho). While modifying the documents, I was forced in a peer pressure to drink, because they keep on forcing me and saying stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 3 pitchel of Mucho. In 1st pitchel, I'm driking with them every one round.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the 2nd pitchel, since I'm feeling dizzy and acting funny, they decided that I should drink every two rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm drunk already, but I really know that I'm acting weird. The funny stuff here is that I don't even know on why am I doing it. Damn, it was my first time. I can really feel that something is not right, but I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing in every small things.&lt;br /&gt;Talking weird with my thesis mates.&lt;br /&gt;Noisy.&lt;br /&gt;And etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at Julian's place to end the night.&lt;br /&gt;Around 1 am, I woke up and really not feeling well. Maybe this is what they call hangover. I keep on going down in the bathroom, because I'm feeling really weird. I can't sleep anymore even though I close my eyes. Also, I thought I was sick because I'm chilling. Well thank God I'm not sick now. Moving on with my story, I'm just closing my eyes for around 4-5 hours, then the worst thing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in the bathroom, and really feeling that I'll throw up. It's already in between my lungs, but there's nothing that is going out. I sat there for around 30-40 mins, and damn, seriously, I'm feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 am, Julian's grandmother saw me in the study area, right beside the bathroom. We talked about some stuffs including the drinking that happened. She told me to drink a coffee without milk so that I'll feel ok. After some time, I'm feeling a little better, until I'm all well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another story that I have is something to do with my career.&lt;br /&gt;In about a few weeks or so, I'm hoping that I'll graduate.&lt;br /&gt;Though what really depresses me is that, my friends were asked to work in the ojt company that we all went. Yet, I was the only one who was not asked. It kinda hurt me because maybe, even though I gave my best during those times, I was not really good for them. I worked hard in the module that they gave me, and yet, I'm not being acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I deserve this in a way that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I just really hope that I'll be given a 2nd chance to improve myself..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-5018113538525148311?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5018113538525148311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5018113538525148311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5018113538525148311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5018113538525148311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-random-happenings.html' title='Some Random Happenings'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-4100992725438594746</id><published>2011-12-31T00:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:22:51.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakit'/><title type='text'>Sakit</title><content type='html'>Deserve ko na mangyari sa akin ito.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kasi ako marunong magbigay importansya sa mga taong nagmamahal sa akin eh.&lt;br /&gt;Parati na lang akong busy, na dahan-dahan nawala ang lahat sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ginawa mong ito sa akin, wala pinagka-iba un sa pakikipagbreak sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;Ang sakit sakit lang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod umiyak..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-4100992725438594746?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/4100992725438594746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=4100992725438594746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4100992725438594746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4100992725438594746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/12/sakit.html' title='Sakit'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3503870243488970025</id><published>2011-12-28T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:13:16.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Sheep Horoscope for 2012</title><content type='html'>Well, here are some links for my fellow Sheep for the upcoming 2012.&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't matter wether it's true or not.&lt;br /&gt;But it's worth the shot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotohoroscope.com/2012/chinese-2012-horoscope-sheep.html"&gt;2012 Horoscope for Sheep/Ram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinesefortunecalendar.com/2012/2012Sheep.htm"&gt;Chinese Horoscope 2012 for Sheep in Chinese Zodiac Year of The Dragon&lt;/a&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/2949364839580945445-3503870243488970025?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3503870243488970025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3503870243488970025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3503870243488970025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3503870243488970025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/12/sheep-horoscope-for-2012.html' title='Sheep Horoscope for 2012'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3316716295139882361</id><published>2011-12-23T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:34:27.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday I went back home to Dasmarinas Cavite to our big old house.&lt;br /&gt;Few changes I noticed was the new arrangement of the study area, and movie setup in the second sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of miss this house.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stay here for around less than 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking that I'm on a vacation, I'm not.. ("technically").&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to have a leisure time since I'm doing the technical documentation of our thesis.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll be able to finish this before new year, so that I'll be able to have my check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so relaxing in here.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are always buying me salad, cakes, good food, cookies, chocolates, grapes, banana, mango, and I think that's it. Bottom line is that I feel refresh in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss my girlfriend Tin. We won't be able to see each other for less than two weeks. So I'm also doing my best to partition my time properly so that we can chat. Speaking of Tin, I'm also doing my best to finish my thesis so that I can fix Ravage (8gb transformer usb gift from her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, about my mac, yesterday I also configured my mac, and I'm happy that I'm able to do the stuff that I need. Like the printer is now working, downloaded applications that my smart bro can't handle (thanks PLDT), calibrated my mac (I'm still not sure if it works, but I saw my mac went to 10 hrs battery life), and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I'm going back now to thesis mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3316716295139882361?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3316716295139882361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3316716295139882361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3316716295139882361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3316716295139882361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3586808883708674483</id><published>2011-12-18T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T05:02:28.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><title type='text'>Best Gift Ever!</title><content type='html'>I had my first laptop before, and it had this problem where you can't use it without electricity, because the battery is not working anymore. Then my dad gave me his laptop, and its a cool one. Way cool than mine. If I'm not mistaken, after several months, my new laptop became also like the old one. The battery is broken and I can't use it without the electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both my old and new ones had another problem, where it will just turn off. Believe me, it's a pain. I'm a programmer, so if I'm doing my work, then suddenly my laptop will turn off, I got so annoyed and irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime those times happened, I always wished to myself that I had a laptop that have a good battery lifespan. That's when I started wishing for a Mac. I began to research on mac laptops during my free time. The laptop that caught my attention was the Macbook Pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then calculated the money I have and their prices. The 13 inches cost around 60k, 15 inches cost around 90k, while the 17 inches cost around 120k. Well, I'm not really into gaming anymore so I don't need 17 and 15 inches. Talking about practicality, 13 inches is enough for me. What's good is that I also have the money frommy savings to buy it, though I'm not yet allowed to use my savings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sudden shutdown of my laptop keeps getting worst, until I message my mom angrily that I having trouble working on with my thesis because of the problem. My mom and I chat, and I almost got the blame because I'm not saying my problem properly. Hello??!! I already asked you to buy me a battery, it cost 9k yet you didn't because of the 3 weeks delay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well moving on, I told my mom to not to tell dad. But in the end, she did. Then the following day, my parents told me that they're going to buy me a new laptop. They told me to think about choosing the laptop that I want, well I already know that I need a Macbook Pro. And lastly, they also told me that they're going to use my savings. That part somehow makes me sad and happy. Sad since my savings will be deducted, and also happy because I'm going to use my own money to buy something really good! For the first time, I'm using my own money to buy an hardcore item!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we went to Festival Mall and went to Power Mac Center. I bought the Macbook Pro, 13 inches. Thanks mom and dad for letting me buy the laptop. I'm so happy! At last I have a good laptop! :D This serves as my birthday, christmas, and graduation gift! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1CWF6oslBo/Tu3ivp-J77I/AAAAAAAAApQ/iX16AjsGrD0/s1600/DSC08188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1CWF6oslBo/Tu3ivp-J77I/AAAAAAAAApQ/iX16AjsGrD0/s320/DSC08188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9o9V_bhS9pU/Tu3izN-FkdI/AAAAAAAAApY/H5kTjuCJhfY/s1600/DSC08189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9o9V_bhS9pU/Tu3izN-FkdI/AAAAAAAAApY/H5kTjuCJhfY/s320/DSC08189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Which means we'll not be able to go out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tin went to her next class, then I went to the bathroom, after that, when I went back to the room, there is this little blue box and she's singing happy birthday to me while taking a video of me.&lt;br /&gt;At first I taught that it was not mine since Kat (her friend) just arrived, and I taught that it was Kat's gift and Tin just borrowed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though as I walk closely to her, she stills continue on singing.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that gift was mine.&lt;br /&gt;It's a transformer usb (8GB), Ravage.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't name it, look it up on google, that's the name of the usb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me before that she saw me posting this in twitter and saying that I want to have it. And that I was also talking to kuya Ej about this. But since I don't have enough money and time to go to Alabang Town Center or Festival Mall, I didn't pursue on having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tin! I love you! Thank you for the usb! It really suits me since I'm a techie guy. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love you and thank you!&lt;br /&gt;I really really love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMqhy4WGF7I/TsJrQ0aj3AI/AAAAAAAAAm8/6g6ROiIyl0c/s1600/DSC08168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMqhy4WGF7I/TsJrQ0aj3AI/AAAAAAAAAm8/6g6ROiIyl0c/s320/DSC08168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ican't help myself to always stare at it, especially when I'm coding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3l9KnLVhl4k/TsJrSh-QUAI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ABbSjfXvzXU/s1600/DSC08169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3l9KnLVhl4k/TsJrSh-QUAI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ABbSjfXvzXU/s320/DSC08169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvWL4z84YgI/TsJrV2q7hQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/eJN1S7BiO30/s1600/DSC08170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvWL4z84YgI/TsJrV2q7hQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/eJN1S7BiO30/s320/DSC08170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HL2-JcbphWo/TsJrX9T35mI/AAAAAAAAAnU/E35G9TZJC4s/s1600/DSC08171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HL2-JcbphWo/TsJrX9T35mI/AAAAAAAAAnU/E35G9TZJC4s/s320/DSC08171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This becomes my personal usb. (8 GB WOW!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDA6AZphrZ0/TsJrouUAzWI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9sNT0i63J7g/s1600/DSC08173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDA6AZphrZ0/TsJrouUAzWI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9sNT0i63J7g/s320/DSC08173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Transforming.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isecn72vi7k/TsJrqpk608I/AAAAAAAAAnk/2WbUB4xQqkY/s1600/DSC08174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isecn72vi7k/TsJrqpk608I/AAAAAAAAAnk/2WbUB4xQqkY/s320/DSC08174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and forming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vr6NOvo2rA/TsJrsEtPVlI/AAAAAAAAAns/UmTVHDMW9uk/s1600/DSC08175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vr6NOvo2rA/TsJrsEtPVlI/AAAAAAAAAns/UmTVHDMW9uk/s320/DSC08175.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBlPYxqklls/TsJrtkFgd1I/AAAAAAAAAn0/HVRUXnexcUo/s1600/DSC08176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBlPYxqklls/TsJrtkFgd1I/AAAAAAAAAn0/HVRUXnexcUo/s320/DSC08176.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aH5bRMFf83s/TsJrvPROEhI/AAAAAAAAAn8/aFtRxNKUOFA/s1600/DSC08177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aH5bRMFf83s/TsJrvPROEhI/AAAAAAAAAn8/aFtRxNKUOFA/s320/DSC08177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;rawr!! hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ECmAYDY36K0/TsJrwk7xrCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2xL09MAl1ik/s1600/DSC08179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ECmAYDY36K0/TsJrwk7xrCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2xL09MAl1ik/s320/DSC08179.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTAu8ORZu08/TsJryL2RAJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/3Imwxtn7nWI/s1600/DSC08180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTAu8ORZu08/TsJryL2RAJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/3Imwxtn7nWI/s320/DSC08180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44ybiZmzGms/TsJr0awNRAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lIYpwwaKVx4/s1600/DSC08182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44ybiZmzGms/TsJr0awNRAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lIYpwwaKVx4/s320/DSC08182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fT_6679USk/TsJr26DQIpI/AAAAAAAAAoc/BXkYnnkVvZM/s1600/DSC08183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fT_6679USk/TsJr26DQIpI/AAAAAAAAAoc/BXkYnnkVvZM/s320/DSC08183.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTwYrL7idsk/TsJr4sBdMxI/AAAAAAAAAok/ZKNaIWMJ1wc/s1600/DSC08184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTwYrL7idsk/TsJr4sBdMxI/AAAAAAAAAok/ZKNaIWMJ1wc/s320/DSC08184.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIHWJDJNmYg/TsJr6tJ4HfI/AAAAAAAAAos/fxXtQ2AWQT4/s1600/DSC08185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIHWJDJNmYg/TsJr6tJ4HfI/AAAAAAAAAos/fxXtQ2AWQT4/s320/DSC08185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's somehow small which makes it cute, but damn cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nZt6680hVA/TsJr8tPMlwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/04BZ4wLNdis/s1600/DSC08186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nZt6680hVA/TsJr8tPMlwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/04BZ4wLNdis/s320/DSC08186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel cool now that I have this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UA1Ckjv-46g/TsJr-pE_B9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/mavHb5T-q2M/s1600/DSC08187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UA1Ckjv-46g/TsJr-pE_B9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/mavHb5T-q2M/s320/DSC08187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Tin! I love you!^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6453707774729129202?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6453707774729129202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6453707774729129202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6453707774729129202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6453707774729129202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/11/ravage.html' title='Ravage'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMqhy4WGF7I/TsJrQ0aj3AI/AAAAAAAAAm8/6g6ROiIyl0c/s72-c/DSC08168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-7549826636120405796</id><published>2011-11-13T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T05:36:30.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pikon'/><title type='text'>Nagiging Mahirap Na</title><content type='html'>Dahan-dahan kong nararamdaman na nagiging kumplikado na kami.&lt;br /&gt;Madalas niya na ako awayin.&lt;br /&gt;At aminado ako, na sa likod ng isang tao na nagtimtimpi, ay isang tao na napipikon.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko rin naman masisi girlfriend ko, dahil kasalanan ko rin naman talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon nawawalan parin ako ng oras.&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi akong super late mag-reply sa kanya sa chat gawa ng thesis at projects.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam yung mga bagay na pinagtatanung niya sa akin tulad ng kailan ko siya unang niyakap sa likod.&lt;br /&gt;At kung anu-ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninang bandang umaga, habang nagawa ako ng projects, nagtanung-tanong siya ng tungkol sa pag-alis ko.&amp;nbsp;Ngayong gabi naman, habang nagawa ako ng thesis at report, nagtanung-tanong siya tungkol sa mga ginawa namin nuon, tulad nga ng araw ng unang beses na pagyakap sa kanya; ano yung cake na in-order namin nung niyakap ko siya; at kung anu-ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo kasalanan ko.&lt;br /&gt;Minsan naiisip ko kung worthy ba talaga ako para sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi puro na lang sakit ng ulo, at sakit sa puso, ang naibibigay ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko naman iyon mangyari, pero bakit sa huli ganun parin ang kinahihinatnan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga oras na ito dapat pinagpapatuloy ko parin yung report ko.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga oras na ito ay antok na antok na ako.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga oras na ito ay dapat papatulog, o natutulog na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa sobrang sama ng pakiramdam ko,&lt;br /&gt;sa sobrang bigat ng nararamdaman ko,&lt;br /&gt;napa-blog ako ng wala sa oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sakit.&lt;br /&gt;Ang sakit ng hindi ako makalaban, hindi&amp;nbsp;ako&amp;nbsp;makapagreklamo, kasi ayaw kong mawala itong taong to.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko na iwan niya ko. Ayaw ko na iba na lang ang mahalin niya.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko na bumalik ulit sa kung sino ako dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabila ng lahat, ayaw ko paring bumitiw. Mahal ko siya. Sabagay, ako naman talaga ang may mali. Kaya wala ako karapatan magmatigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord humihingi lang ako ng unting lakas, lalo na ang kahit unting oras.&lt;br /&gt;Para lang mapadama ko pa na mahal ko talaga siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At para naman sa iyo - sorry kung napaka-imperfect ko.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako magugulat kung bigla mo na lang ako iiwan.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kung lagi kitang nasasaktan, well syempre hindi physically, pero nasasaktan kita pagdating sa mga bagay-bagay tulad na lang ng hindi pag-alala ng mga cake at dates.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na ako hihingi pa ng pangunawa, kasi pagod na ako, at alam kong hindi din naman tama na i-dahilan ko ang thesis, school work, o yung mga araw na sunod-sunod akong kulang sa tulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipilitin kong isalba itong relasyon natin.&amp;nbsp;Pero hindi ko pipilitin na mahalin mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nasaktan man kita sa mga ilan na nasabi ko dito, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Pero medyo ang sama na kasi tlga ng pakiramdam ko kaya ito lang ang tanging way na alam ko para ilabas itong nararamdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry at parati akong nagkakamali.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kung napakawalang kwenta kong bf..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-7549826636120405796?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/7549826636120405796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=7549826636120405796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7549826636120405796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7549826636120405796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/11/nagiging-mahirap-na.html' title='Nagiging Mahirap Na'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8567230695936641236</id><published>2011-10-12T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T03:14:14.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Nakaka-guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Nagkasakit ka dahil sa akin. :(&lt;br /&gt;Dahil doon sa mga pinag-gagagawa natin..&lt;br /&gt;Kaya meron ka niyan. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na uulitin.&lt;br /&gt;Ititigil ko na. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8567230695936641236?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8567230695936641236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8567230695936641236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8567230695936641236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8567230695936641236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8576962366489524791</id><published>2011-09-26T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T04:41:54.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><title type='text'>Chemistry: A Volatile History (Reflection)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://obrazki.tnttorrent.info/tnt24.info_BBC_Chemistry_A_Volatile_History_3of3_The_Power_of_the_Elements_PDTV_XviD_AC3_Napisy_ENG_.2959__90208.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://obrazki.tnttorrent.info/tnt24.info_BBC_Chemistry_A_Volatile_History_3of3_The_Power_of_the_Elements_PDTV_XviD_AC3_Napisy_ENG_.2959__90208.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned from the movie that you must be open for possibilities and explore new things. The same with chemistry, scientists explored the possibilities about the elements. Like combining the elements to form new ones; identifying why some things that have the same elements have different properties, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I've also learned how you should handle your ideas properly. One instance was with Cooper and Kekule. Cooper had the idea first, but then Kekule was the first one to published. What's worst was that Cooper wasn't able to continue his profession after that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I've learned how chemistry gives a lot of impact not just in the field of science but also in other branches like information technology, engineering, government, etc. For example, when the war between the America and the China, the Americans created the atomic bomb that shook the world in knowing how powerful radioactive is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, one of the fundamental thing I've learned was that our world is still full of "the unknowns". As a student, it is my part to help unravel those mysteries, not just about chemistry, but depending on the course your in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8576962366489524791?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8576962366489524791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8576962366489524791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8576962366489524791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8576962366489524791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/09/chemistry-volatile-history-reflection.html' title='Chemistry: A Volatile History (Reflection)'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6048150608312724793</id><published>2011-09-06T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:50:07.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakit'/><title type='text'>Ang Sakit</title><content type='html'>Alam ko hindi kami.&lt;br /&gt;At wala ako karapatan mag-reklamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero masakit parin talaga yung ginawa niya.&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/2949364839580945445-6048150608312724793?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6048150608312724793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6048150608312724793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6048150608312724793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6048150608312724793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/09/ang-sakit.html' title='Ang Sakit'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-888720158883719249</id><published>2011-08-28T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T08:25:26.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><title type='text'>My Most Embarrassing Moments!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I've ever been embarrassed before, though there's one thing that I'm sure of, and that is this is my most embarrassing moment as of now. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to the "CLIMAX", let me tell you first the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to Tin's family outing in Canyon Cove, Batangas this day. I woke up around 4 am, then saw a text that I should go back to sleep because the trip was cancelled due to the storm. I went back to sleep, then woke up around 7 or 8 am. Luckily, I was going to take a shower, when I received a text that I should prepare because the trip will continue since its sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly took a bath, fix my things, fix my hair, then went off. I walked from our house to the front of our subdivision to take a tricycle. When I was in the front of the subd., there was no tricycle, luckily I just waited around less than 5 mins. before one tricycle came. After the short trip from our subd. to 711, I waited there around 10 mins. before they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in their car, I felt nervous. Well maybe because her parents are there. Starting at Laguna, we went to Tagaytay, then Batangas and ended up in Canyon Cove (I'm not anymore going to elaborate the details in going to the said place). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any other day, Tin was so beautiful. Can't help myself not to keep my eyes off from her. Before we ended up in Canyon Cove, we stopped by in Jollibee to buy some food. When we were in Canyon Cove, we ate first, next was checking in, and finding a good spot to place our things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin and I changed our clothes, then went for a swim. I wore my boxers since I was not allowed to wear something that has a belt. Her parents didn't swim in the beginning, maybe because they're still taking a rest from the long drive. Oh by the way, the drive was around 2 hrs. Moving on, me and Tin played in the pool. She was so cute specially when swimming.^^ Can't forget her smile and laugh during the pool, especially the dog swim! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime, we went to the beach. That place was actually a beach, its just that there was also a big pool beside it. There was some small hut beside the beach. Tin and I stayed there and talked for a while. We talk about our life, our experiences, etc. Her parents weren't yet taking a swim, so we decided to asked them if they want us to took care of our things, so that they could swim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the said hut. At first, her dad was taking a swim. After sometime talking with her mom, her mom and dad took a walk, and we were left behind. We talked  again; damn I'm so lucky to have this girl. The way the wind blows her hair, its just so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her parents came back, we went to a restroom, took a bath, fix ourselves, then out our things in the car. They decided to just eat in the said resort since we might be stuck up in a traffic. Her parents offered me to eat seafood pasta, a slice of clubhouse, and half of salad. Honestly, I really just want to eat the pasta, because of the "worst" thing that might happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went home around 6 pm. from Batangas, to Tagaytay, then back to Laguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what everyone is waiting, the "CLIMAX".&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of Batangas to Tagaytay, I feel something wierd in my stomach. Something that I'm scared of to happen. At first it was nothing. Then it was like come-and-go. Tin was so sleepy so she somehow lay down in the car. Tin and I were at the back of the car. When I was feeling something wrong, I didn't tell Tin. Then after sometime, my stomach really feels bad (nature calls &gt;.&lt;), at the same time, Tin was kind of having chill time with me. I was not in the mood, so what I just told her is that my stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the reason why I'm not eating outside especially if it is a trip. I have this kind of disorder that my stomach has a high and fast acidity, which means, when I eat, sure I'm going to the restroom in just minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin went to sleep again. &lt;br /&gt;And Oh God.... I really can't help it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to wake up Tin. &lt;br /&gt;It was like a nightmare pulling myself together.&lt;br /&gt;When I was able to woke up Tin, I told her the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I know that it was embarrassing, but I know that it will be more embarrassing if it happened in their car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst is that were stuck up in the traffic. As in no one is moving. &lt;br /&gt;It's like every 5 minutes, or 10, we only got to forward around an inch.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Tin if she may tell her parents to ask them if she can go to a restroom, then I will told them that I will also go. So that it won't be too embarrassing. I'm damn trying so hard to keep everything together, then when we were near a mall, Tin and I hurriedly went there. It was raining, and we got out of the car even if the car was still in the middle of the traffic. We were just told that we will meet outside Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly walked to a restroom.&lt;br /&gt;Then...... Heaven came! XD&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Tin waiting for me outside the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I was so embarrassed! I don't know how to face her.&lt;br /&gt;What's worst is that she also told me that she told ehr mom about what's really happening, because if she will not tell her, she will just be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;The day was heaven, the night was hell.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't face her mom.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was acting weird in continuing the trip.&lt;br /&gt;I'd laughed, got serious, laughed again, smiled, laughed again, then serious, etc. etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be taking a nap right now, but I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This is so far the worst night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I want to thank her for being there with me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more now that this happened, and I really do mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-888720158883719249?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/888720158883719249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=888720158883719249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/888720158883719249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/888720158883719249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-most-embarrassing-moments.html' title='My Most Embarrassing Moments!!'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-7775541549522646142</id><published>2011-08-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:25:44.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><title type='text'>Just Wanna Say Sorry</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since my dad went home from the Canada. Now that he's here with me in the Philippines, I really don't think that will have a good time with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my dad so much. Unlike other "cool" dads, he doesn't want me to have a girlfriend. This is maybe also why my ex broke up with me. Though, what's scares me the most is that this may also affect my relationship with my current special someone - Tin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be going out with Tin and her family in Batangas for a beach trip this Sunday. I don't want to lie to my mom, so I texted her if I can go with them. She replied me that I can't go due to some complication with my dad. Damn, if my dad wasn't just here in the Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Tin. Sorry if I'm the type of guy who's complicated with this kind of stuffs. What another thing that scares me, is when you are there, and my dad is also there, and I can't even come at you because my dad might ask me and know that were together. I hurts me to just ignore you. Sorry if there will come a time when we can't go out together because my dad might know what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees, begging you to please understand me.&lt;br /&gt;Hopping that you'll be able to stand my complication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;if worst comes by,&lt;br /&gt;I'll understand if you will have to....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. leave me.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-7775541549522646142?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/7775541549522646142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=7775541549522646142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7775541549522646142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7775541549522646142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-wanna-say-sorry.html' title='Just Wanna Say Sorry'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-7752250739327548724</id><published>2011-08-07T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T06:33:39.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last'/><title type='text'>Maybe Last</title><content type='html'>For the past weeks/months, I'm always busy in my OJT and thesis.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always stress due to sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm sleeping for 3, 4, 2, or 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I always love weekends since that's my time to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, this will be my last blog; hopefully I'll be able to return when my thesis is done. For my last blog, I would like to dedicate this to my special someone - Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, when I'm writing this, I can't think of a title. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe Last&lt;/span&gt;", thinking of putting my blog into hibernate mode since I'm very busy; "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Purple Jacket&lt;/span&gt;", thinking of a very special jacket that Kristine bought me; and "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hibernate&lt;/span&gt;", well yeah, the idea was also related with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe Last&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to mention here in my blog about our first date in Festival Mall. As far as I can remember, we drove there around 9:30 am, and went home around 5:00 pm. We watched her long waited movie, Harry Potter 7. Ate in Pancake House, and tagged along with Julian and Hezel for a double date, but they left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVX-FdNohd4/Tj6RNEiNLaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/5GaIHg3wK4Y/s1600/pic1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVX-FdNohd4/Tj6RNEiNLaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/5GaIHg3wK4Y/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638103437255978402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--J2PWbFQWhY/Tj6RM02DMoI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BK_jnfMLbAY/s1600/pic2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--J2PWbFQWhY/Tj6RM02DMoI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BK_jnfMLbAY/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638103433044243074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_gDzJNNGvS0/Tj6RMmITFmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/9msXMgYbjSo/s1600/pic3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_gDzJNNGvS0/Tj6RMmITFmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/9msXMgYbjSo/s320/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638103429094250082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ca8jSmaV0Sc/Tj6RMoWsjSI/AAAAAAAAAls/WRqjXB443mY/s1600/pic4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ca8jSmaV0Sc/Tj6RMoWsjSI/AAAAAAAAAls/WRqjXB443mY/s320/pic4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638103429691510050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk7eEamZyKM/Tj6RMpdFxCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jVaaMWxM_UU/s1600/pic5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk7eEamZyKM/Tj6RMpdFxCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jVaaMWxM_UU/s320/pic5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638103429986763810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my parents for my financial needs. Also, I want to thank the Lord of giving me a chance to be sweet to her. Like yesterday, I waited in Cabalen Paseo, because she has a debut to attend. I waited alone outside the restaurant since I'm not invited, then when the debut is over, I drove her at her friend's house, then drove her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures in Cabalen Paseo and at her friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjzi2o6riAA/Tj6N5X76JSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9nFWnQSWEPI/s1600/pic1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjzi2o6riAA/Tj6N5X76JSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9nFWnQSWEPI/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638099800331789602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4XrZkju7skc/Tj6N5qiCLBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FJiW4MvAZeM/s1600/pic2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4XrZkju7skc/Tj6N5qiCLBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FJiW4MvAZeM/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638099805323537426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4X8iKQ6JN8/Tj6N5mnANsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Z87Jy5xj5HE/s1600/pic3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4X8iKQ6JN8/Tj6N5mnANsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Z87Jy5xj5HE/s320/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638099804270638786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRFC7rsYznQ/Tj6N54oGQLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ezbPpWGP9oE/s1600/pic4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRFC7rsYznQ/Tj6N54oGQLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ezbPpWGP9oE/s320/pic4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638099809107067058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another was this afternoon, 1:30 pm, we went to SM Sta Rosa because Marie Digby was a special guest in SM's event, and Kristine wanted to see Marie Digby. Kristine also bought me a jacket. I never have a jacket before. I didn't buy because I want that my special someone will be the one who will give me, so that it feels like I can feel her warm embrace when I'm wearing it during cold times. I drove her home around 5:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCg4tM1UI34/Tj6PFbNSxjI/AAAAAAAAAlc/iqRQzDjAhxg/s1600/DSC08124.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCg4tM1UI34/Tj6PFbNSxjI/AAAAAAAAAlc/iqRQzDjAhxg/s320/DSC08124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638101106880071218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacket...., purple.., one of my favorite colors. :)&lt;br /&gt;(It looks like maroon or dark drown in the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;I hope she enjoyed her weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin, if your reading this, I want you to know that I really love you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being sweet to me, well this somehow makes me embarrassed because your always sweet and I'm not. I'll always try my best to find time and be sweet to you. I'll always eat, just like what you always want me to do, even without you seeing me. I'll always wear my jacket every time I'm freezing, well, I don't think I'll be wearing that during rainy days, since I don't want to mess up the smell.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.. Gooing to be busy again tomorrow.. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Blog Status : Hibernate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-7752250739327548724?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/7752250739327548724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=7752250739327548724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7752250739327548724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7752250739327548724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/08/maybe-last.html' title='Maybe Last'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVX-FdNohd4/Tj6RNEiNLaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/5GaIHg3wK4Y/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-805743457653929029</id><published>2011-07-03T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T02:06:26.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><title type='text'>Project Charity Work - Bentura</title><content type='html'>Me and Julian went to Jolibee in Caltex near Waltermart. We did some interview for our project in RELS4. We interviewed Bentura, a street child. He is 9 yrs. old, with a 12 yr. old brother. His mom is a street sweeper, while his dad works in a wood company. We give him foods and clothes. We only give foods to his 4 other friends. 500 php for the shirt, shorts, and belt; around 300 for the food; so a total of around 800 php was my total expenses. Yeah it's a lot, but it's worth it. Hope he enjoyed this day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught me a very special lesson - to be contented and happy on what you have.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Bentura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66e18aed0491ccc4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66e18aed0491ccc4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5483C40043FC91CBD45FF8B9A02EEC19EA02FAA8.194FBE5C5D2B624F5D07E9EAEF66C8069A4FEC40%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66e18aed0491ccc4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSzgbgolIc4ShKXJO7xP15HXFJ08&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66e18aed0491ccc4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5483C40043FC91CBD45FF8B9A02EEC19EA02FAA8.194FBE5C5D2B624F5D07E9EAEF66C8069A4FEC40%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66e18aed0491ccc4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSzgbgolIc4ShKXJO7xP15HXFJ08&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-805743457653929029?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/805743457653929029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=805743457653929029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/805743457653929029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/805743457653929029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/07/project-charity-work-bentura.html' title='Project Charity Work - Bentura'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-1288460995669649586</id><published>2011-06-19T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T07:17:47.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><title type='text'>I'll Cherish This</title><content type='html'>Around 7 am after the mass, I went home, ate, and played some games. I was supposed to be joining Tin's family outing in Batangas, but because of the storm it was cancelled. Suddenly, I received a text message that I was invited to have lunch in Tagaytay. I said that I'll gladly come. What's funnier is that Tin surprisingly texted me that they are on their way in Caltex. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly take important things and my umbrella, then I called Ate Maricel, requesting her to call for a tricycle. Unluckily the guard house has no line, so I walked from our house to the guard house. Another unlucky set up was that when I was there, there was no tricycle! How am I going to Caltex?! My mom doesn't want me to take the car for security purpose of the car. Well, God is really good, after 1 or so minutes, there was this tricycle, and I was able to go to the said place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go to the place before them. It was raining. Then their brand new car came and I went to it. I entered the car, then greeted them; Happy Anniversary and Happy Father's Day. As we go along, her parents are somehow interviewing me, not that much of a pressure though (as of now). We went to mass first. In the mass, I was freaking tired and falling asleep. haha. That was my 2nd mass for the day. After that we went to Josephine's Restaurant. There was a lot of people, so we waited around 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7_JxUNCoC0/Tf4A07y_z7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/Uu59XPbPDpA/s1600/josephine1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7_JxUNCoC0/Tf4A07y_z7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/Uu59XPbPDpA/s320/josephine1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619930294409744306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents and I are talking about OJT and stuffs, then her parents went to the restroom, leaving us two. The picture above was taken when we were left alone, saving chairs for them. Then we were able to have a table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really ashamed because they kept on asking me what to eat. I really just want them to choose; I mean it's embarrassing if I'll say something what i want. Just to make them stop asking me what I want, I just said that I'll just take Kare-kare which was Tin's order. Then the most pressure time of the day, waiting for the food, her parents interviewed me again, but this time, I can somehow feel the pressure. Asking how's my school, some of my background, etc... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this instance that I smiled because of the silence... *icebreaker, break the silence!*^^ haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5ry-lqSz6g/Tf4A05UaSqI/AAAAAAAAAks/bTb5JxNcyqY/s1600/josephine2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5ry-lqSz6g/Tf4A05UaSqI/AAAAAAAAAks/bTb5JxNcyqY/s320/josephine2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619930293744585378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home, thanked them for inviting me, and again greeting them Happy Anniversary and Happy Father's Day. This special day with her and her family was really something. This was my first time. I'll always remember this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and will pray that God will give me time so that Tin may meet my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I really love this girl. I'll work hard to give the good life you can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm always busy, don't worry, I'm doing this for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very special day for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Truly one of a kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-1288460995669649586?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/1288460995669649586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=1288460995669649586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1288460995669649586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1288460995669649586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/06/ill-cherish-this.html' title='I&apos;ll Cherish This'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7_JxUNCoC0/Tf4A07y_z7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/Uu59XPbPDpA/s72-c/josephine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3574746316132739562</id><published>2011-06-18T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:31:44.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>Fail Moments</title><content type='html'>This is the day that I'm suppose to join Kristine's Family trip somewhere in Batangas (swimming). I woke up not knowing that my cellphone had no signal bars, meaning I can't receive any text (well, I didn't know it from the start). I think it was around 4:10, then I took a bath, tooth brushed, waxed my hair, fixed the things I'm going to use, etc. As I fixed those things, I noticed that it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was set, I told Ate Maricel to call for a tricycle so that I can go in Caltex. Then that's the time I noticed that I don't have any signal bars. I turned my phone off, then on. Then I received a text message saying that the trip is cancelled due to the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wew, good thing that I was not yet in Caltex. Anyway, since I'm all dressed up, I decided to take the 6:00 am mass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3574746316132739562?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3574746316132739562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3574746316132739562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3574746316132739562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3574746316132739562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/06/fail-moments.html' title='Fail Moments'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5688788057879878814</id><published>2011-05-14T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T04:38:58.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>I know that we've been friends for many years, but I'm sorry; this time I won't be able to help you any further. It's too much, it's eating up my conscience. If I'm going to help you do "it" by giving you some money, then its just the same as I'm also doing "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if when I grow up, have children, then karma arrives. What if my children will be abnormal because I helped you do "it". Look, I'm sorry ok? Ever since you told me that your not going to change your mind, I don't know why but I keep in thinking about it every night. I'm feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I believe that your parents, especially your dad, will take you out of the house once they know what's happening. Though, what would it be? - You're parents will feel guilty that they take you out of the house and not been able to properly guide you? Or you will feel guilty for the rest of your life for doing "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to also know the information I got from my friend, that you may die on what you're about to do, because there are cases the bleeding didn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not my intention to leave you. Though it was also not my intention to agree with your decision. I'm sorry, but I don't want to be part of your plan anymore. I want you to save that one of future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have few days before you do "it".&lt;br /&gt;Please, think hardly, consider every options you can get. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I will understand if we will not be friends after this.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I can't deal with your decision.&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you, but not in those kind of concerns.&lt;br /&gt;Please, consider on saving that future generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-5688788057879878814?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5688788057879878814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5688788057879878814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5688788057879878814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5688788057879878814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8632558618302203229</id><published>2011-05-09T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:56:31.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nahihirapan'/><title type='text'>Nahihirapan Na Ako</title><content type='html'>Galit na kakaiba.&lt;br /&gt;Pagod.&lt;br /&gt;Puyat.&lt;br /&gt;Masakit ang ulo.&lt;br /&gt;Masakit ang katawan gawa ng pangit na naibigay na lugar sa office.&lt;br /&gt;Masakit na mata gawa ng kapag gabi ako na dridrive, ang sakit ng mga ilaw ng mga kotse sa daan. Samahan pa ng mga tangang naka high beam tapos nandoon ka, eh di wala ako makita.&lt;br /&gt;Madalas mahilo.&lt;br /&gt;Masakit sa paa gawa ng long drive.&lt;br /&gt;At kung anu-ano pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula ko ito maramdaman ng nag-OJT ako. Dagdagan mo pa ng hindi matapos tapos na Memorandum of Agreement, iba't ibang documentations, at thesis na hindi ako magkadang-ugaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ako, napansin ko na ngayon ko lang nararamdaman yung ganitong galit, o ganitong ugali. Ito nga siguro yung "stress" na sinasabi nila. Parang katulad lang sa blog ko, hindi ko na ni-english ito, ayaw ko na mag-isip eh, hindi ko na muna pahihirapan sarili ko sa pag iisip ng english para lang sa tamang salita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45 pm na, dapat ay tulog na ako ng mga oras na ito, gawa ng maaga pa ako dahil 5 am pa ang gising ko. Pero naiinis lang ako sa sarili ko, na wala talaga ako magawa. Na hindi ako makapaghanap ng time. Hai.. Bwisit din itong kaibigan ko, kung hindi lang sana sobra sobra pinagsamahan natin, eh di sana hindi kita pinoproblema ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang gusto ko magmura ngayon sa blog ko. Pero, itong ugali na nagagawa ko ngayon sa harap ng mahal ko, "hindi na nga ako ito", tapos dadagdagan pa ng pagmumura ko, na lalong "hindi na ako yung totoong Peter"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap.&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na pagod na ako.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam gagawin ko.&lt;br /&gt;Kulang na kulang na ako sa oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kupal din kasi itong mga magulang ko. &lt;br /&gt;Sa nangyari pa ngayong gabi, lalo lang nadagdagan galit ko sa mga magulang ko. Kahit kailan talaga, mga walang kwenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na ako parati pag-uwi, pero pinilit ko i-cheer up sa chat yung mahal ko. Pero grabe, kailangan ko na talaga bagubaguhin ugali ko, itong stress ko ay dapat ma-control ko na nang mas maaga. Dahil kung hindi, ay iiwan ako nito ng wala sa oras, gawa ng nag-iiba na ang ugali ko. Alam ko naman na biglang nag iba mga kilos ko, pero bakit ganoon, hindi ko mabago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni hindi man lang ako makabisita sa kanila ng matino. Hai.. badtrip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukod sa paghahanap ng oras, kailan ko din maghanap ng solution dito sa ugali ko. Hindi ko na nagugustuhan itong isang Peter na nakilala ko ngayon-ngayon lang..&lt;br /&gt;Ano na nangyayari sa akin?&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw kong lumala ako..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8632558618302203229?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8632558618302203229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8632558618302203229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8632558618302203229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8632558618302203229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/05/nahihirapan-na-ako.html' title='Nahihirapan Na Ako'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-4693108789190706578</id><published>2011-05-05T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:55:53.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>A Confession &amp; Random</title><content type='html'>It was supposed to be last April 21 after my dad went to Canada that I'm planning to tell my mom about me and Tin. I'm ashamed of myself that I can't find the right time to tell everything to my mom. Until this night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was watching 24 hrs, a news tv program in GMA 7, then suddenly the reporters were saying good bye and ending the program. After the said program, I told my mom that I'm going to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was really hot, my mom made me sit down and had electric fans near us. I told her that there is this girl that I really like. I told my mom that there were times I'm driving Tin home after school. My mom asked me if she's my girlfriend already, I told her that her parents doesn't what to have a boyfriend yet, not until she is graduate, so she's not yet my girlfriend. My mom also asked me if how many are her siblings, and I told her that she is an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me that I should first prioritize my studies, which I always agree. She told me that I still have 2 terms left, then I'll be able to be with her after I got a job. She also mentioned that since Tin is an only child, adding that I'm the guy, I should respect her, and study well because I will become a father that will be the provider. Yes I know, I'll do my best to give her a life like a princess. I want her to be happy, happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she somehow allowed me to visit Tin, as long as I'll tell her first. My mom also thanked me for telling it also to her. Now that I'd told my mom everything about us, one thing is left, to tell her that she wanted here with her parents. That's something I'll tell my mom once I graduated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom also asked me, why tell her everything now? Then I said, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's already unfair in her part, her parents know about me, but in her part, you don't know anything. I'm not that type of guy, though it's just that I'm scared of telling this kind of things to you&lt;/span&gt;". My mom told me that what I did was right, and again, thanking me for telling this to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my room and told it to Tin. Then I went to her blog because I remembered her telling me something about a video that she made. So I checked it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww... This is my 2nd day from OJT; as I watched the video, I can feel my stress slowly fading away. She is so sweet, she really knows how to make me smile. Thank you for the video. I love you. I'll never let go of you. I'm sorry if I'm always busy, I know that I shouldn't always reason out my ojt. I know I must find a way, I'm already trying to din time with you. Please understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can give you Pichie as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm really sorry, about my tight schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Tin..&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, hoping to see you next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-4693108789190706578?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/4693108789190706578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=4693108789190706578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4693108789190706578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4693108789190706578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/05/confession-random.html' title='A Confession &amp; Random'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-586519194602812630</id><published>2011-05-02T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T05:44:24.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>I Feel Like a Jerk</title><content type='html'>I'm really not good at hiding things. I didn't mean to hurt her; it's just I don't know when and how am I going to tell it to her. I didn't also mean to make her cry. I feel guilty and ashamed on what just happened. If it wasn't with my parents this wouldn't happen. D*mn them.. Blaming them will lead me to nothing. All I'm praying for is giving me the right time either this Wednesday or Thursday to tell the whole thing to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know saying this is not enough - I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that they'll stop me form taking you home after your class or visiting in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tss.. What the hell am I suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never my intention to lie from the start. Though, I guess lying and not saying the truth are just same...... :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-586519194602812630?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/586519194602812630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=586519194602812630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/586519194602812630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/586519194602812630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-like-jerk.html' title='I Feel Like a Jerk'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-7433935463855336688</id><published>2011-05-01T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T04:37:02.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know that I shouldn't be blogging this. I know that I should had moved on, but before I start, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want to say to you&lt;/span&gt;, that I'm sorry if I'm going to write this. I'm not sure if it will hurt you, but I hope it won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last year, when I'm still courting my ex-gf. There was this effort that she didn't even appreciated. It was when I went to Festival Mall, just to buy her a gift - ipod shuffle. It was worth around 3k. Damn that hurts.. Though, due to the things that she did to me, we didn't work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought her the ipod because she lost the first mp3 zen stone that I gave to her. Yeah I know right? She lost something really precious.. F***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I regret now, is buying that gift from the start. Before she came back to me, I've always wanted to have new chucks. Though I choose her, rather than what I want. The chucks that I want are also about 3k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to SM this day, and I checked the shoe stores. Tss... So many cool chucks that I want. :( I really regret giving that stupid ipod to her. I know I'm the one to blame. If I just know that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's just that I really need new chucks&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this year I'll be able to buy a new one.... Uhm no, not this year, but this term..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-7433935463855336688?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/7433935463855336688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=7433935463855336688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7433935463855336688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7433935463855336688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/05/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8591336907514383758</id><published>2011-05-01T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T04:45:44.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to do'/><title type='text'>Wondering What To Do</title><content type='html'>It's so hard having a complicated position. Well, it's ok if both of us are complicated, though I'm was not expecting that everything will be alright in their part. What's worst is that my part is the one that is so complicated, adding here that I'm a guy, and the more respect and dignity that are being faded away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm thinking of what to do. Sometimes I'm thinking of how the hell am I going to do it, and when to do it. I'm thinking also on what am I going to say, so that that person will agree on me. Though I know that that person will not agree with me, when that happens, I'll have to think on what am I going to say to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Do you know guys the feeling that you don't want to lose something?, but you feel that it is slowing being taken from you? There this saying that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if you don't want it, you're giving out reasons; though if you really want it, there's always a way&lt;/span&gt;. This is not always the case for some people like me, even though I want it, I don't have the final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I'll be given a chance. I hope that I'll be given the right time to say it to her. Right now I'm scared, because I know what will be her answer. Troubled mind, I don't know what are the right words to say. I'm in a lot of pressure, because I know that I'll just be neglected in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really scared of what's going to happen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8591336907514383758?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8591336907514383758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8591336907514383758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8591336907514383758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8591336907514383758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/05/wondering-what-to-do.html' title='Wondering What To Do'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-789298795947357884</id><published>2011-04-25T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:47:38.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Got Nothing To Do</title><content type='html'>First time doing this to someone I love..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-210285774ec4b41d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D210285774ec4b41d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67EF14FEE1C6053070AAFE918793CFDDA457E16B.790D0764CAF9DD75B720C80E99CDC3BD3D08E57F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D210285774ec4b41d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9L94Im8gkzdE_YS4ulH6pJl2t_E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/789298795947357884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=789298795947357884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/789298795947357884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/789298795947357884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/got-nothing-to-do.html' title='Got Nothing To Do'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-470073468041330252</id><published>2011-04-19T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T05:45:26.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi Mapalagay</title><content type='html'>Hindi ako mapalagay, parang may mali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising ako ng mga around &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nagligo, nag-ayos, nag-fb, at ni-open ang chat ng fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na, wala pa rin siya. Well ok lang, baka tulog pa, or baka may ibang ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 nn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na at wala parin siya, baka siguro may ginagawa, or baka umalis sila ng family niya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 pm&lt;/b&gt;, kumakain kana kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na, hindi pa naman ako masyadong nag-aalala, inisip ko na lang ay baka nga lumabas sila, like papuntang gathering gawa nga ng holy week ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. nag-miryenda kana kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;5 p&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;/b&gt;.. at nag start na ako mag alala..&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung bakit, pero bakit nga ba nag-aalangan ako mag text?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na, wala pa rin, halos whole day na akong mukhang ewan na nag hihintay sa chat ng fb.&lt;br /&gt;Makita lang na mag-green yung chat niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga oras na ito, bigla ko naalala yung nag-iisa pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;Yung mga panahon na walang nagmamahal sa akin, yung tipong wala yung love na gusto ko maramdaman.&lt;br /&gt;Bigla ko naramdaman yung lungkot ng nag-iisa.&lt;br /&gt;Yung lungkot na nag-aalala ka sa isang tao, pero hindi siya nag-aalala sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;Yung lungkot na nag-iisa ka lang, at gusto mo ng may kasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramdam ko na talaga na may hindi tama.&lt;br /&gt;Nag-aalala na ako kay &lt;b&gt;tin&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung anu-ano na naiisip ko.&lt;br /&gt;Siguro sinabihan siya ng parents niya na huwag ako i-text, or i-chat, at hayahaan pumunta sa kanila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shet&lt;/b&gt;.. Alam pa naman namin ni tin yung sitwasyon ko na hindi ako pwede. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bawat oras na lumilipas, lalong hindi mapalagay yung pakiramdam ko.&lt;br /&gt;After so long, naramdaman ko bigla yung paninikip ng dibdib ko.&lt;br /&gt;Para akong napipilipit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ui ano na nangyayari sa iyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga around &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7 pm&lt;/span&gt; yata ay nag text ako; "&lt;i&gt;Uhm.. goodnight :|&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7:55 pm&lt;/span&gt; na, at wala parin siyang reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then around &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 pm&lt;/span&gt;, nag-chat siya sa fb..&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo yung tipong nag-aalala ka ng sobra-sobra sa isang bagay, tapos nung bigla mo nakita, gusto mo na lang yakapin kaysa pagalitan?&lt;br /&gt;Ganun pakiramdam ko nung bigla sya nag online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;almost lagi daw siyang tulog;&lt;br /&gt;pinag bawalan daw siya mag text at internet gawa ng holy week, penitensya;&lt;br /&gt;sat or sun pa daw niya ako makakausap.... then nag log-out na siya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pero bakit ganoon, hindi talaga ako mapalagay, parang may mali&lt;/span&gt;.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ko lang sa kanya naramdaman yung ganitong klase ng pag-aalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeling ko talaga may something na hindi niya sinasabi sa akin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;At yun yung dahilan kung bakit lalo ako ngayon nag-aalala.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-470073468041330252?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/470073468041330252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=470073468041330252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/470073468041330252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/470073468041330252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/hindi-mapalagay.html' title='Hindi Mapalagay'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3543142346048655878</id><published>2011-04-18T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:05:18.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><title type='text'>Scared For Her..</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I was with my friends for on-the-job training (OJT) interview. We were waiting in Starbucks, Nuvali for about 30 - 40 minutes. The person who was going to interview us was Sir Alex, and with him are Ate Ange and I don't know the other person.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sir Alex is the husband of my professor, and Ate Ange is a good higher batch friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as what stated above, we were discussing about our OJT. As we continue to have our conversation, I suddenly think about her. Before, I was thinking that I'm able to have some absences in my OJT, but during the discussion, I don't think that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't how to say it to her directly, that I'm really going to be busy next term, due to my OJT and thesis. I want to have a date with her in Festival or ATC, I was really looking forward to it; please Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she'll be upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;Adding the problem with my family, *sigh*..&lt;br /&gt;I'm in deep sh*t..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of whats going to happen next; not being able visit in her house, leads curiosity in her parents that gives me a hell of a pressure. Then not seeing her in school because I'm in OJT from Monday to Friday, 8 am to 6 pm? (not sure about 6 pm).&lt;br /&gt;Worst, not being able to keep my promise in ATC or Festi next term.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening? :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain it her properly.&lt;br /&gt;I know that she will just agree, and say that it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know, that she will not be ok. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3543142346048655878?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3543142346048655878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3543142346048655878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3543142346048655878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3543142346048655878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/scared-for-her.html' title='Scared For Her..'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6836385882376684921</id><published>2011-04-17T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T04:20:51.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maldita'/><title type='text'>Porque by Maldita</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="309" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PxICfz33J3g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6836385882376684921?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6836385882376684921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6836385882376684921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6836385882376684921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6836385882376684921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/testing.html' title='Porque by Maldita'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PxICfz33J3g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-1936801382487128298</id><published>2011-04-17T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:54:17.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Car Accident</title><content type='html'>It happened last Thursday night, April 14.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my group mates decided to go to Julian's house to do again our thesis proposal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went first in Mcdo Beliar to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating, we went to the parking to go in our cars; though I told them to go on ahead me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to buy a sampaguita from a street children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it might be bad to say this, but in my perspective, it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I decided to buy it, thinking that it will bring a good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it gives me good luck, then cool.. If it's not, still cool, at least I was able to help those street children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I drove myself to Julian's house; it was really traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cars were moving slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, when I slowly stop, a car at the back hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn! I was really scared, I mean I don't know what to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for a fact that it was not my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I click the hazard button, and went out of the car, and saw this old lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went at the back, and there was this guard saying that the lady was texting while driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guard and I looked at the bumper of pochi, and thank God, there was no bump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make the story shorter, when we were at my friend's house, we checked again the back of pochi. There was no bump, but there was a very little scratch. I was not worried because I know that my father will not see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wew....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord, thanks for the sampaguita luck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, when I felt the car bumped at my car, I was really expecting that there will be a huge bump because of the impact. I'm really surprised there was none. If there was a bump, my dad will take pochi away from me, also making our thesis proposal will also be affected since it is night already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say right now is thank you Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-1936801382487128298?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/1936801382487128298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=1936801382487128298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1936801382487128298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1936801382487128298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/1st-car-accident.html' title='1st Car Accident'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5436408643894767967</id><published>2011-04-12T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T06:46:08.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for her'/><title type='text'>For Her</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously busy this past weeks, well this week also..... and maybe the next week, due to my thesis proposal and upcoming OJT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even though I'm dead tired and full of load, I did my best to find sometime with you; and that's tomorrow, 10 am to 1 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how I love you.. making sure you don't feel that I'm getting away with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aryt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-5436408643894767967?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5436408643894767967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5436408643894767967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5436408643894767967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5436408643894767967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-her.html' title='For Her'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6575904295919639934</id><published>2011-04-10T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T03:14:53.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallpaper'/><title type='text'>New Wallpaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dadhUNr0_EU/TaGC7YE09ZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pdFcr6lb4qM/s1600/my_wallpaper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dadhUNr0_EU/TaGC7YE09ZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pdFcr6lb4qM/s320/my_wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593896168757458322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired from blogspot's snapshot preview.&lt;br /&gt;To view image larger, right click, then open image in new tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original image below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rydk822oYhU/TaGC7zkMVpI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QBj_GFmXO8U/s1600/wp1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rydk822oYhU/TaGC7zkMVpI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QBj_GFmXO8U/s320/wp1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593896176136771218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6575904295919639934?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6575904295919639934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6575904295919639934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6575904295919639934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6575904295919639934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-wallpaper.html' title='New Wallpaper'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dadhUNr0_EU/TaGC7YE09ZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pdFcr6lb4qM/s72-c/my_wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8896739263743322414</id><published>2011-04-10T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T01:22:58.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soon to be gf'/><title type='text'>Stress Reliever</title><content type='html'>As I'm doing my thesis proposal, I received a notification from FB that Tin tagged a picture to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see this one coming.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Your so sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pb8DBmKksw/TaFoU-DtuCI/AAAAAAAAAio/kUryT4JVW3s/s1600/so%2Bcute.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pb8DBmKksw/TaFoU-DtuCI/AAAAAAAAAio/kUryT4JVW3s/s320/so%2Bcute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593866921636116514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so cute..&lt;br /&gt;After seeing this picture, I don't feel stress anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you^^..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8896739263743322414?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8896739263743322414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8896739263743322414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8896739263743322414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8896739263743322414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/stress-reliever.html' title='Stress Reliever'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pb8DBmKksw/TaFoU-DtuCI/AAAAAAAAAio/kUryT4JVW3s/s72-c/so%2Bcute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-4309259036555524693</id><published>2011-04-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:28:02.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>Can this day get any worst? :(</title><content type='html'>After sometime, I was able to came up with something sweet for her. I'm not good in cooking nor baking, but I was planning to bake some cookies for her, even the ones in the "easy step" by Pillsburry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wegmans.com/prodimg/788/200/018000817788.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.wegmans.com/prodimg/788/200/018000817788.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I went home from her house, I stopped by at Rustans to look for this kind of Pillsburry. The sad thing is that all of it are easy step baking for pancakes. There wasn't even a single thing for cookies, not even other brands. So I decided that the next day I will go to South Supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, I woke up around 8 am. Took a bath, dressed up and went to Humana Center around 9 am. At first I went to the Tarp Shop, because I have a project that I need in it. Though, the tarp shop is close. Then I went to South Supermarket to check for the Pillsburry. I was really excited, because this will be my first time on baking something for the one that I love. Sadly, there was no Pillsburry chocolate chip. :( All was there were for pancakes; even in other brands. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around in the said market, talked to a lot of staffs. I was there for about 20 - 30 minutes, finding something for baking easy in cookies; but there was none. Oh and by the way, I was also thankful because there was these 2 staffs that were really helpful because they were assisting me the whole time. As I stood and stared in front of the Pillsburry pancakes, I saw this Hershey's Semi-Sweet Choco Chips that somehow looks like with the Pillsburry. From being sad, I got excited, thinking that; "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes! Thank God, hope this one will work.&lt;/span&gt;" :) Though this hershey's one got me somehow troubled because there was this ingredients that make me kinda go weird. I was just looking for the easy ones, where when you buy the whole package, it's all there. Still, I bought this hershey's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pochi, drove to Paseo and parked at the free area. From the free area, I walked up to National Bookstore, because I'm also planning to create my own design for the container when I gave her the cookies. It was sunny, very hot, but I endured it, because I'm doing this for her. Though, when I went there, the bookstore was still close. So I decided to take a haircut to kill some time; another sad part, my haircut wasn't good. :( *Sigh*... another 2 weeks hat mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cut, I went to the bookstore, by stuffs, then walked again from the said store to the free parking area. Imagine how hot that was, its already high noon. wew.. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home, ate, and dressed up again. I was excited to open the hersheys cookie baking stuff. :) ................ Though, when I opened it, I just got depressed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfPV4OtDVoI/TZf0CbNaFoI/AAAAAAAAAh8/h-Zy1_zDOqU/s1600/DSC08116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfPV4OtDVoI/TZf0CbNaFoI/AAAAAAAAAh8/h-Zy1_zDOqU/s320/DSC08116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205784904668802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wcm1P6wElK8/TZf0Cd05TAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/w6UQv--2wug/s1600/DSC08115.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wcm1P6wElK8/TZf0Cd05TAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/w6UQv--2wug/s320/DSC08115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205785607162882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't supposed to be this way. The one I bought is just like a melted hersheys chocolate with super many small flat kisses. :( There's no even dough for baking, it's purely chocolate. tssssssssssss.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKrT7UFrKnM/TZf0DBjjI8I/AAAAAAAAAiM/9AaXy7l81-g/s1600/DSC08118.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKrT7UFrKnM/TZf0DBjjI8I/AAAAAAAAAiM/9AaXy7l81-g/s320/DSC08118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205795198084034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dK35_KDQaC8/TZf0CiGflII/AAAAAAAAAiE/wHh62jDUWZ4/s1600/DSC08117.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dK35_KDQaC8/TZf0CiGflII/AAAAAAAAAiE/wHh62jDUWZ4/s320/DSC08117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205786754716802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even tried giving some to the cats, even they don't like it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAEhLbGgXhI/TZf0DOiD9pI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kVd2SPuAI6c/s1600/DSC08119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAEhLbGgXhI/TZf0DOiD9pI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kVd2SPuAI6c/s320/DSC08119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205798681507474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this day get any worst. :(&lt;br /&gt;All of my efforts were put to waste. :(&lt;br /&gt;Now, what the heck am I going to do for her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything to surprise her. :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to buy her some stuffs, because I know she likes those ones that I'm the one who make it. But now..... sighhhhhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I'm a useless guy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best for you not to hate me, it's kinda embarrassing because up until now, I'm not able to do some sweet stuffs for you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my efforts were gone...... Yeah, I just wasted my money on the expensive damn thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be a sweet guy I can ever be for her. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not in the mood right now. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-4309259036555524693?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/4309259036555524693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=4309259036555524693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4309259036555524693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4309259036555524693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-this-day-get-any-worst.html' title='Can this day get any worst? :('/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfPV4OtDVoI/TZf0CbNaFoI/AAAAAAAAAh8/h-Zy1_zDOqU/s72-c/DSC08116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2494332662222819277</id><published>2011-04-02T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T07:17:51.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with her'/><title type='text'>Di Ko Inaasahan Iyon Ha.. :)</title><content type='html'>Ito yung araw na pumunta ako kina Tin para mag-practice ng songs na kakantahin namin for SGA. Umaga pa lang ay nag-ayos na ako, para kung sakaling sablay ang buhok ko, makakaligo pa ulit ako. haha.. Anyway, ang balak ko ay umalis ng before 2 pm, para makarating ako doon ng around 2 pm. Sa bawat papalapit ng oras, lalong tumitindi yung kaba ko. Hanggang ngayon kabado parin ako sa magulang niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-drive na ako, at mabagal lang, ewan ko, medyo ni-nanamnam ko pa yung lamig, kasi mamaya baka pagpawisan ako sa mga itatanong sa akin ng magulang niya. Hanggang sa nakarating na ako ng bahay nila, pero bago ako bumaba, todo cologne ako.^^ Bumaba ako, kinuha yung gitara kay pochi, at dumiretso na sa harap ng bahay nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ay pinapasok na ako sa loob ng bahay ni Tin. Lalong tumindi yung kaba ko, pagpasok ko ay naghi ako at tumungo, tapos ay pina-upo ako. Medyo nakakalungkot lang, hindi yata napuna yung pabango ko..^^ Tapos ay sinabihan ako na mamaya na lang daw muna mag-practice, at tatapusin lang yung pinapanuod. Pero deep inside - "o.0 hala.. matapos kana, haha, nanginginig nanaman ako.. haha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandoon lang ako sa gilid, malapit sa TV, oh di ba bongga? kitang kita nila ako mismo. Napansin ko sa sarili ko na kinakabahan ako, at naramdaman ko rin na nanginginig ang labi ko. Cool, mom niya pa lang ang nandun, wala pa dad niya pero ganito na agad ako.^^ Kaya ang ginawa ko, ay pinaikot ko yung capo sa may daliri ko, para malipat yung tense ko. Tapos medyo ngumingiti din ako, para kunwari ay natatawa sa pinapanuod, pero honestly, hindi ako nakatingin sa tv, sa super ibaba lang nun, nakakatawa kasi yung pinapanuod, nakakahiya kung hindi ko mapigilan sarili ko at humagalpak ako doon.^^ Tapos tuloy parin tense ko, kaya diniretso ko na lang yung likod ko, yung straight body na tawag nila, kaya kahit paano nabawasan yung tense ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos isang artista na yung lumabas sa TV, tapos nagtanggal pa ng shirt, macho din, si Aljur Abrenica. Nabadtrip lang ako eh. Parang napahiya lang ako sa kanila.. Tss, kung ganun lang sana katawan ko.. Di bale, after college.. So ayun, natatagalan na ako, kaya iniisip ko na lang - "dali na, matapos kana, kinakabahan ako at nakatingin sa akin mommy niya^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa yun, natapos na at iniwan na kami para mag-practice. Tinanung ko kay Tin kung pwede may laptop kasi hindi ko kabisado, at pumayag siya...... At ang sumunod ay yung ilang segundo na super na antig ako.. First time ko na pansin iyon sa kanya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalakad siya ng patalikod, parang ang bagal ng pakiramdam ko.... Napansin ko na ang sexy niya, hahaha, ang bad ko^^ kung ano ano itong nasasabi ko. hahahahaha.. Habang nagprapractice kami, kapag may kinukuha siya, or something, basta kapag makikita ko siya maglalakad ng nakatalikod, yung sway ng body, ang init^^.. As in nainitan katawan ko. hahaha.. Kaya natawa ako nung tinutok niya sa akin yung electric fan ng wala naman ako sinasabi; nabasa niya ata utak ko..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... ang swerte ko pala talaga kung ito mapapangasawa ko, di lang maganda, ang sexy pa.. haha.. ang bad ko tlga^^, kung anu-ano tong naiisip ko.. ok moving on........ (^^,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nag-gigitara ako, at kumakanta sa harap niya, di ko maiwasan titigan siya, ang cute cute niya, minsan lang itong pagkakataon na makantahan ko siya sa harap niya, kaya ginalingan ko na. :) Kahit simple lang siya, kahit wala siyang make up, I still find her attractive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos miryenda, syempre gawa niya iyon, kaya hindi ko tatangihan yon. Ginawaan niya ako ng mango crepe. :) Kung may camera lang sana phone ko.. tss.. makabili kaya ng phone na may camera.. -_- Anywayssss, masarap, pang dessert yung dating. Matamis yung mangga, tapos yung ice cream ay manggo flavor din ata. Basta masarap. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, nung kumakain ako, biglang dumating yung mommy niya, at nakisabay sa amin. wahahahahaha, pressure &gt;.&lt; .... nasabi ko sa sarili ko,,,,, opss.. teka wait, paano ko kaya kakainin ito, dinadahan dahan ko pa, para lasapin, kaso mukhang need ko madaliin at naiilang ako^^... Tapos ayun, medyo may mga napatanung ng unti yung mommy niya, buti na lang nakaya ko pa naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ayun! umalis na ulit! haha.. hai.. ang sarap ng kasama siya.. Gusto pa sana kitang kantahan, kaso wala na akong alam na kanta na abot ng boses ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayun, ng uuwi na ako, nagawa kong sumimpleng hawakan kamay niya ng bubuksan na yung pintuan... kunwari tutulungan^^ pero gusto ko lang talaga mahawakan kamay niya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss na kita agad..&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2494332662222819277?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2494332662222819277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2494332662222819277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2494332662222819277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2494332662222819277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/didnt-see-that-one-coming.html' title='Di Ko Inaasahan Iyon Ha.. :)'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5104748743596489441</id><published>2011-04-01T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:35:54.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Umayos ka, malaki-laki kasalanan mo sa akin, hindi tayo close, kaya huwag kang makipag-usap sa akin na akala mo ay ok ako sa iyo. Don't get me wrong, pinapatawad naman kita sa mga ginawa mo sa akin, lalo na sa dalawang bagay na inulit mong gawin sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggap kita bilang tao, pero hindi bilang kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihintayin mo pa ba ako magmura sa harapan mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahaba pasensya ko, pero para sa mga maliliit na bagay na alam kong madaling gawin, eh ayaw ko ng pinaghihintay ako. **** kung i cha-chat mo lang ako, siguraduhin mong kakausapin mo ako kaagad, hindi yang pinaghihintay mo ako, pasalamat ka sinasagot pa kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako pa bitter? Kung ugali ko lang sana magmura, sus, dami mo alam. Ang galing mo promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-5104748743596489441?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5104748743596489441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5104748743596489441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5104748743596489441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5104748743596489441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8634944311696166711</id><published>2011-03-30T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T05:36:55.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bento'/><title type='text'>:) -----------&gt; :(</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be doing my work now, but I can't concentrate properly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's my fault..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went to school. After I entered La Salle in green canopy, going to the elevator, I saw her also going to the elevator, we didn't meet yet since I was walking to slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 4th floor, I had the chance to talk with her, and I was surprised because she hand me a bento again. (^^,) I was so happy, I know that she made it with a lot of hard work. Though, I was really curious and wanted to open it because it's cold. I was expecting it to be either hot or plain warm; but it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to the multipurpose hall, and because I really get irritated, and got so curious on why the bento is cold, I opened it excitedly. When I opened it, I saw lots of sushi! :D I suddenly remember my sister, because this is her favorite. I didn't notice that I was smiling the whole time staring at it, and just got the feeling of my time being stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel a pressure from the back, my hands went up, since I was carrying my laptop bag in my shoulders, it suddenly drop down, and my hands went so fast high, then all of the sushi just fell out on the floor. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dead seriously scared, knowing that she saw what happened. I knew the next thing that is going to happen is that she will get sad, pissed off, mad at me, and so on that is negative. :( I knew she put a lot of effort in it, and I just got the bento into an accident. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she was not mad at me, nor I see her sad face - yup, weird. As I immediately picked up the sushis, I told her that I'm still going to eat it. She keeps on insisting that I mustn't because she still have extra, but it still saddens me because it's her work, her work for me, and I wasn't able to take care of it properly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was able to get from me the bento, then she threw the sushis in the trash can. :( As she put her extra sushi in my bento, it makes me embarrassed, and sad. I know that she should be the one who must feel more than I am, but I feel affected than she is. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn pete.. I feel numb. I feel not myself. I feel different. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on to present our report in philhis, she keeps telling me that it's alright. I don't know why she is not mad at me. Well yeah, lucky she wasn't, but she should be, because..... I don't know... but she should be. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the first one to report, after our report, I went on to the back curtain of media lab. I just stayed there. I was thinking slowly what just happened. Opening the bento, the force, the laptop, slowly falling sushi, and everything..... Just keep thinking of it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, I felt that I want to cry. I feel exhausted. I feel ashamed. This is the worst thing I had done so far. :( I don't know how long I stayed there, but I know it was a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole report, we went out, and I know she was mad at me because of the way I'm acting. I keep asking her why she's angry at me, even though I know that everything is okay in her part, I still keep on making down at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the cafeteria, I sat down, and put the bento in front of me. Then she said that she will just buy something. I opened it, saw how cute it is, then tasted it. I know it's weird to you guys, but I suddenly feel the effort she made in it. The mango was sweet, the red thing (lobster?) was meaty, and everything was just perfect. I'm not saying this because I like her, but I'm saying this because it really tasted good. I kept on eating the sushis until I'm full. Up to the last bit of it, I wiped my finger on the bento, just to get those tid bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/199512_1337321529310_1719289360_561200_3618540_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 280px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/199512_1337321529310_1719289360_561200_3618540_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't to happen it this way.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I get too much excited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can make up to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move on with the day, smiling at her.&lt;br /&gt;But up until now, I feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfwZmJst3Ao/TZMXoPpUgmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/25gjPBqmQKE/s1600/110330-184235.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfwZmJst3Ao/TZMXoPpUgmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/25gjPBqmQKE/s320/110330-184235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589837542658966114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the last sushi, and I'm currently eating it slowly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8634944311696166711?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8634944311696166711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8634944311696166711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8634944311696166711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8634944311696166711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=':) -----------&gt; :('/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfwZmJst3Ao/TZMXoPpUgmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/25gjPBqmQKE/s72-c/110330-184235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-9039318109321509817</id><published>2011-03-27T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:53:49.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Juxtaposition Win!</title><content type='html'>Things that I do when I'm stressed out..&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce some happenings when I was with her.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For larger view of image, Right Click &gt; Open link in new tab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSqYnblUVkU/TY8x2HffDKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4zxswMCv-Yo/s1600/tweet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSqYnblUVkU/TY8x2HffDKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4zxswMCv-Yo/s400/tweet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588740468383878306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyf-ota3sjE/TY8x1_Dy84I/AAAAAAAAAhI/zRBw0ayDQSk/s1600/fb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyf-ota3sjE/TY8x1_Dy84I/AAAAAAAAAhI/zRBw0ayDQSk/s400/fb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588740466120258434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO WORK NOW JAY!! -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-9039318109321509817?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/9039318109321509817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=9039318109321509817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/9039318109321509817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/9039318109321509817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/juxtaposition-win.html' title='Juxtaposition Win!'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSqYnblUVkU/TY8x2HffDKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4zxswMCv-Yo/s72-c/tweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3184126864804802550</id><published>2011-03-25T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:36:06.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depress'/><title type='text'>*Sigh*.. :(</title><content type='html'>Kung pwede ko lang sana sabihin..&lt;br /&gt;Kung pwede niya lang sana malaman..&lt;br /&gt;Kung madali lang sana sabihin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako naman ngayon ang nalulungkot..&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. bakit ganito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nanaman ako makapag-isip ng ayos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan ko lang ng tamang oras.............................. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3184126864804802550?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3184126864804802550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3184126864804802550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3184126864804802550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3184126864804802550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*.. :('/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2288104251410860181</id><published>2011-03-23T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:22:51.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><title type='text'>Bento</title><content type='html'>That was my first time someone gave me a bento.&lt;br /&gt;She's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel ashamed of myself because she's always sweet and I'm not able to do something in return. I know this kind of things doesn't need to have a return, but still, I need to be sweet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz9I6f4vSLg/TYnl5TfeV3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/F5AmHocEwEk/s1600/bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz9I6f4vSLg/TYnl5TfeV3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/F5AmHocEwEk/s320/bup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587249585377400690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, about the bento, it's so cute!!^^&lt;br /&gt;The sausage was an octopus, hehe, I didn't notice it until she told me.&lt;br /&gt;There was also eyes and lips in the octopus-like sausage.&lt;br /&gt;There was also a panda-like ham, and penguin-like ham.&lt;br /&gt;(^^,) so cute!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it tastes good!&lt;br /&gt;I ate all of it until to the last bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feCWnakFFl4/TYnl5ZQpYfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/tXm3d1w_3ZU/s1600/bclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feCWnakFFl4/TYnl5ZQpYfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/tXm3d1w_3ZU/s320/bclose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587249586925822450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;So lucky to have a girl like you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2288104251410860181?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2288104251410860181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2288104251410860181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2288104251410860181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2288104251410860181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/bento.html' title='Bento'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz9I6f4vSLg/TYnl5TfeV3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/F5AmHocEwEk/s72-c/bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8131430669831248134</id><published>2011-03-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:25:54.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>This is my schedule for my free time this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Humabeh and Proglan&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Intsys2&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - SHOPPING!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my budget is around 2k; I'm not really into fashion, I'm just buying some clothes because I've been wearing majority of my clothes again and again for the past 2 terms. I was looking forward for this day, because there is a 3 day sale both in SM Dasmarinas and Robinson Pala-pala. Basically, I just want to buy at least 3 very simple clothes but I still look good in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first in SM Dasmarinas, there were 200 php clothes but the fabric is not good especially when I perspire. Though in Penshoppe, I was able to buy something that the girl I'm courting really like! Even though it cost a lot, I bought it! Even I bought it today, I'm going to wear it in our date, and I'm hoping that she will like me more when she sees me wearing it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You think you're the only one who has a surprise? I have too..^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my real purpose is just to buy simple ones, never thought I would buy it for me to impress her. :D .. Going on with my day, I went to Robinson Pala-pala to buy some more. Like in SM, even though there are a lot of sale, the fabric is not good. &lt;br /&gt;-_- errr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I was only able to buy 3 shirts; 1 (cool) in SM, and 2 (very simple) in Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited to wear the cool one I bought in SM. &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to wear it on our date, though it will be next term. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I bought a shirt that I'm only be able to wear next term on one of our special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe that's what an in love guy does. :)&lt;br /&gt;Again, hoping she will like me more, and hoping that I'll impress her!!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wew..&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back to work..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8131430669831248134?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8131430669831248134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8131430669831248134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8131430669831248134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8131430669831248134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8940811486808876959</id><published>2011-03-18T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T06:37:43.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patay'/><title type='text'>Patay ako..</title><content type='html'>Hai, &lt;br /&gt;masasabaw nanaman ako nito,&lt;br /&gt;mapapagalitan nanaman ako nito,&lt;br /&gt;mapapahiya nanaman ako nito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipinagdadasal ko na sana huwag muna ngayon, pero mukhang wala ring magandang oras. Next time pa man or ngayon, mukhang same lang din ang mangyayari. hai... nakaka-depress..&lt;br /&gt;Kinakabahan ako sa maaaring mangyari.&lt;br /&gt;Natatakot ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang taon na lang oh.. Super saglit na lang nito kaysa sa dati na apat na taon.&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi na, ang dami niya pa nga dapat malaman sa akin.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Paano kaya.. Kailan kaya.. Na-paparanoid na naman ako..&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw kong pumasok sa isang gulo.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilala ko sarili ko, sobra ako magmahal, kahit alam kong mali, kahit alam kong ako ang talo, iyon parin ang gagawin ko. Kahit marami nagsasabi na hindi dapat ganun ang gawin ko, hindi ko sila sinusunod; bakit ba? eh sa ganun ako magmahal eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatakot na talaga ako sa mga mangyayari..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8940811486808876959?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8940811486808876959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8940811486808876959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8940811486808876959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8940811486808876959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/patay-ako.html' title='Patay ako..'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-331060962748196147</id><published>2011-03-18T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T04:01:33.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>I'm having the one of the biggest problem that I ever encountered in my entire life. I haven't done this to my ex, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thinking of sweet ideas for the one I'm courting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, simple ones are alright; like yesterday, my class is 11:20 though she needs to go to school at 9 am; and she doesn't have her parents to bring her to school. So I woke up early around 6, fixed myself up, then went to 7-11 before 9 am, so that I can pick her up before her class starts. Then I waited almost 2 hours for my class to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, honestly, this past few weeks, I'm not able to make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing her water every morning is not enough..&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of simple ideas; not even my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; idea, worst - there's not a single idea in the internet. tss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel useless..&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something, I need to do something..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm getting worried.. &lt;br /&gt;If this takes weeks, and I still haven't think of something, then I'm screwed.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord, I'm begging you, help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember, few days before, it was weekend, no classes, no assignment nor quizzes nor exams. I sat down, surf the net, from 7 am to 9 pm, google sweet things I'll be able to do for her.. Guess what.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I got nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please someone help me.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-331060962748196147?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/331060962748196147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=331060962748196147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/331060962748196147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/331060962748196147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/ideas.html' title='Ideas'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8910862127471823631</id><published>2011-03-14T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:17:12.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>Can't Describe</title><content type='html'>I'm really busy right now, but I can't help myself think about her, think about this day, think about those 4 hours, think about what happened. I'm just so happy...&lt;br /&gt;I can't contain it! haha^^..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucky to have a girl like her..&lt;br /&gt;Imma do my best to be the best guy she can ever have..&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to lose someone like her..&lt;br /&gt;Not this time..&lt;br /&gt;Never this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8910862127471823631?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8910862127471823631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8910862127471823631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8910862127471823631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8910862127471823631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/cant-describe.html' title='Can&apos;t Describe'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-1897486090338379239</id><published>2011-03-11T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:37:23.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><title type='text'>Just Thinking of Her</title><content type='html'>I love the way she holds my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she finds out/time on how to hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she hugs me suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she kiss my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way when I tell her I love her, she just smiles and turn her head down, then somehow push my face.. So cute...&lt;br /&gt;I love the way how she cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bringing her water every before PHILHIS class.&lt;br /&gt;I love hanging out and being with her.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she just suddenly slap me in the back, arms, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she gets irritated when I keep telling her on how she pretty she is.&lt;br /&gt;I love carrying stuffs for her.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she always tells me to eat during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I love kissing her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;I love the sweet things your doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the song that you made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she draws me in a paper.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she puts her head in my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she keeps on dressing well just to impress me, though this kinda also puts me in a pressure, because I also need to dress well.. -_- (Can't afford to lose someone like her this time.)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way how she kiss and hug me in FB..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right now, your in pain or having trouble with your body.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I can't even do something. I know this are the times that I must make you feel better; damn it... I really can't think of something... tssss.... c'mon pete..&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel useless. Hope your doing well.. &lt;br /&gt;And sorry.. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-1897486090338379239?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/1897486090338379239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=1897486090338379239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1897486090338379239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1897486090338379239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-thinking-of-her.html' title='Just Thinking of Her'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-1721618254903845644</id><published>2011-03-04T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:28:00.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Kung pwede lang..</title><content type='html'>ui sorry na..&lt;br /&gt;kasalanan ko.. aminado ako mali ginawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, di ko din alam kung bakit ko iyon ginawa.&lt;br /&gt;pasensya na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige na.. binabawi ko na sinabi ko..&lt;br /&gt;mali ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam ko ayaw mo muna ako kausapin, at rerespetuhin ko yun..&lt;br /&gt;pero sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad sa sinabi ko.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-1721618254903845644?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/1721618254903845644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=1721618254903845644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1721618254903845644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1721618254903845644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/kung-pwede-lang.html' title='Kung pwede lang..'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-248395703148658054</id><published>2011-03-03T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T04:56:27.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>List of Things to Do</title><content type='html'>* Philhis report (2)&lt;br /&gt;* Philhis presentation (8)&lt;br /&gt;* Philhis exam - monday&lt;br /&gt;* Intsys2 project program&lt;br /&gt;* Intsys2 code - 1 to 5&lt;br /&gt;* Humabeh proj&lt;br /&gt;* Humabeh report&lt;br /&gt;* Proglan choose language&lt;br /&gt;* XML application proj&lt;br /&gt;* Careerp proj. - tarp&lt;br /&gt;* Thesis proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA :&lt;br /&gt;* Dream Land presentation&lt;br /&gt;* SGA voting system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck jay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-248395703148658054?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/248395703148658054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=248395703148658054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/248395703148658054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/248395703148658054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/list-of-things-to-do.html' title='List of Things to Do'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5336060820344681214</id><published>2011-03-01T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T04:38:14.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unseen'/><title type='text'>Unseen Effort</title><content type='html'>Nang gumising ako ngayong araw, hindi parin ako mapalagay sa nagawa kong pagkakamali. Habang nag-aayos ako napaisip ako na kailangan ko ng something, para hindi lang ako mag say sorry personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung una, ay balak kong pumunta sa palengke sa may paseo, after ng 11:20 to 12:50 class ko. Balak ko sana na hindi na pumasok sa XML, which is 1 - 2:30. Kaso dahil sa naghahanap ako ng basket para sa fruits, nag tanung ako kay Julian nung umaga kung mayroon kaya nun sa paseo. Ang sabi niya, meron, at nag insist pa siya na sumama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bale sinabi ko narin yung nangyari about sa disrespect na nagawa ko, na hindi ko alam talaga. Ang nangyari, lumabas na lang kami ng 2:30 pm. Si Julian nagdrive kay pochi, kasi gustong gusto niya talaga i-drive yung car kahit 1 time lang, napa-oo na ako, dahil biruin mo, tutulungan niya ako ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, ng nasa paseo na kami, nagpunta kami sa may likod, dahil nandoon yung mga fruit stands. Haha.. laftrip itong part na ito. Nakakita kami ng basket doon, so ok na. Ang problema yung prutas; haha.. Buti na lang ay nandoon si ate (yung nagtitinda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me : Ang balak ko sana, ay half na banana, 2 mangoes, 2 apples, at grapes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian : Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ito nga lang problema.... Hindi ako marunong tumingin! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian : Ako rin eh!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ang gulo namin doon sa mga stall, tawa kami ng tawa, ang ingay namin, hindi namin alam ang gagawin..^^ Medyo pinagtitinginan na kami, kasi hapon na din, wala ng masyadong bumibili, actually, kami nga lang ata yung namimili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uhm ate, pwede bang ikaw na lang pumili? Hindi talaga ako marunong tumingin eh.. (Sabay ngiti sa kanya).. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So may banana na, kaso ang galing ni ate mag-sales talk, dapat half na banana lang bibilhin ko, hindi ko alam kung bakit nag end up sa isang buo. Sabi niya kasi hindi daw pwede, ewan, basta hindi ata kami nagkaintindihan. Then pinapili ko siya ng kung anong magandang manga at apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito pa yung nakakatawang part, una nagtingin ako ng orange; kung hindi ako nagkakamali, around 70 php ata ang tatlo. Pero since grapes ang gusto ko, iyon ang pinapili ko kay ate, 1 kilo = around 150 php, eh yung 1 kilo na iyon, ay parang isang buong ubas talaga na magkakasama... Then napatingin ako kay Julian, tapos nagtawanan kami... hahahaha! ang mahal!! nasabi ko, hindi na kakayanin ng budget ko. Ang gulo gulo namin ni Julian dun, haha.. wala na akong pera..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, nagkakagulo na kami dun, haha, buti na lang ang bait bati ni ate, inaasikaso kami. :) Kaya nag end up sa 3 oranges na lang.. Wew.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wish ko lang talaga, ay ginawa niya yung part niya ng maayos :( ... sana hindi maasim yung mga manga at orange; sana ok yung apple at saging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nag-dridrive pa uwi, may natitira pa akong tatlong problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Dadalhin ko ba sa itaas? Kasi kapag dinala ko, sabi ni Julian nakakahiya daw dahil tatanungin ako ng tatanungin ng para kanino iyan. Syempre baka mahiya na si Tin. Pero kung ako lang, honestly kahit dala ko iyon, hindi ako mahihiya, ewan ko, siguro basta para sa kanya kahit mukha akong tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nag end up sa dadalhin ko na lang sa itaas, sa room namin, para may aircon at malamig. Kasi hindi ko pwede iwan sa kotse, masyadong mainit sa loob ng kotse, malulutlot yung mga prutas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mukhang uulan, dadalhin ko kaya yung payong? Kasi baka mabasa yung prutas, kaso kapag dinala ko yung payong, ang dami ko masyadong dalahin. At saka, ang pangit ng porma ko kapag dala dala ko iyon, at nasa harap na ako ng magulang niya, at hindi pala umuulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh napansin ko, parang hindi naman ganoon totally ka dilim, kaya hindi na lang ako nagdala ng payong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ang pinaka problema ko, na hindi ko na kontrolado.... Tatanggapin kaya ng parents niya.... Iyon na lang ang napatahimik ako..................&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakadating kami ng school around 3:10 pm, or 3 something...&lt;br /&gt;Nang papa-akyat na ako, buti na lang sobrang unti ng tao, at wala nakakita sa prutas, except kina Nico at Carlos. Habang nagklaklase ako, ay nasa harap ko yung mga prutas.&lt;br /&gt;Nang natapos na ang class ko, since may 1 hour pa ako para maghintay, dahil doon pa lang ang tapos ng class niya, nagtago muna ako sa student center (SC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skip ko na yung story... Then yung time na para ibigay ko yung prutas, nag-hi ako sa mom niya, since siya lang yung nandoon, at tapos nag-sorry na din ako.. Sabay sabi; "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May dala nga po pala akong prutas, sana matanggap ninyo po, hindi ko po talaga sinasadya yung nangyari kahapon, hindi ko po kasi talaga alam yung dapat kong gawin... Sana matanggap ninyo po ito..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo malakas yung ambon, medyo kumuba ako, parang ni shield ko sarili ko, wag lang mabasa yung mga prutas habang kausap ko mom niya, kasi nasa kotse siya. Then yun, buti na lang talaga tinanggap... Hai.. Guess medyo ok na.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Ganito talaga.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;may mga bagay na kahit nag effort ka, hindi malalaman at makikita ng taong pinag-effortan mo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well actually, ayaw ko din malaman ng parents niya ginawa ko. Tama na sa akin yung tinggap nila&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord parang awa ninyo na, maiintindihan ko pa kung magkakaroon kami ng mis-understanding ni Tin.. Pero please, huwag po sana sa parents niya.. ang hirap talaga.. Pressure na po masyado.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai ang hirap.. medyo may pagka hard to get na nga siya, need ko pa ligawan parents niya. Worst di ko pa alam kung paano... Hai.... Ang dami kong need i-prove... Need ko i-prove yung pagiging Agno ko sa dad ko, at the same time, being me sa parents niya..&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. ang dami kong gagawin.. Honestly nakaka-pressure... Bakit ako ginaganito.. akala ko ba paghihintayin pa ako ng 2 yrs.. haha.. Bahala na.. Pero honestly hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So un....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kulit talaga namin kanina sa fruit stalls.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;What an experience.. first time doing this one..^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-5336060820344681214?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5336060820344681214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5336060820344681214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5336060820344681214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5336060820344681214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/03/unseen-effort.html' title='Unseen Effort'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2973423756358374779</id><published>2011-02-28T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T04:02:32.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='napahiya'/><title type='text'>Mali ka Pete eh..</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko na alam kung ano ang tama at mali.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam kung ano ang dapat at hindi ko dapat gawin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. nakakahiya.. kakapakilala ko pa lang, wala pa man lang 1 week, nabastos ko na agad sila, ang worst pa nito; hindi ko alam.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started nung papauwi na kami.&lt;br /&gt;Nagpunta kami sa parking area, dahil syempre, nandun yung kotse ko. at dun ako naka-park. Malamang, kaya nga parking area eh. Pero anyway, nandun din yung parents niya, since kasama ko si Kat (yung kaibigan niya), pumunta na kami sa kotse at nagpaalam sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nandoon yung magulang niya, nagpunta muna siya sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;Nung papaalis na ako, medyo nagtaka ako, nag-iba yung mukha niya, parang may nangyari na hindi maganda. Iyon pala, tama ako.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-uwi, sabi niya sa akin na dapat nag-hi ako sa parents niya, kasi para to show respect. Ibig sabihin, na bastos ko pala sila kanina. :( Hassle... Iba kasi mind set ko talaga, kasi ang alam ko, kapag nag-hi ako ng ganun ganun na lang, ang pangit di ba? Kasi parang feeling close. Pero hindi pala ganun.... Hai.. Napahiya ako... Nabastos ko sila... Kahit anung sorry ko, hindi ko na maibabalik yung pagkakamaling nagawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ako sa sarili ko ngayon. Hindi ako makapag isip ng diretso, parang ayaw kong dumikit din kay pochi, dahil ayaw ko ilipat sa kanya nararamdaman ko. Hai.... :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit naman ganun Lord, sa dami dami pa ng tao, pwede naman na mapahiya ako sa iba, pero parang awa ninyo na, wag naman sa kanya, or lalo na sa mga magulang niya. Sabi niya, mag hi na lang daw ako next time, pero the more I think about it, ano pang mukhang maihaharap ko sa pagkakamaling nagawa ko.. Alam ko hindi dapat ako ma down, at take this as a lesson for next time, pero ano magagawa ko, ito nararamdaman ko. Ano magagawa ko, kung kakapakilala ko pa lang sa kanila, yung pangit na agad ang mai-poportrait sa akin................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@$@!$!$#!@$@!#$@!&amp;^23411*&amp;^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis ako sa sarili ko.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may mga ganitong problema ako, namimiss ko si ate.... :((&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko..&lt;br /&gt;Sa nagawa kong iyon, parang nawala yung dignidad ko bilang lalaki para sa kanya. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one means a lot to me...&lt;br /&gt;Nakakahiya ako.. sa ngayon, malamang kung anu-ano na naiisip ng magulang niya sa akin, dahil sa nagawa ko kanina... hai.......... di ko talaga alam na hindi ganun dapat ang ginawa ko.. akala ko kasi bastos or mas nakaka-epal kapag nag hi ako or something like that...... Alam mo pete ginawa mo? You just let your chance slip away to impress her parents.......... %#@#$^$^ tlga......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanga tanga ko.. :|&lt;br /&gt;Ni wala man lang din akong mukhang maiharap sa kanya ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2973423756358374779?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2973423756358374779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2973423756358374779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2973423756358374779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2973423756358374779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/mali-ka-pete-eh.html' title='Mali ka Pete eh..'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2067421440025688574</id><published>2011-02-26T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:55:12.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>- ice&lt;br /&gt;- light&lt;br /&gt;- book - rose&lt;br /&gt;- food&lt;br /&gt;- grdn&lt;br /&gt;- dance&lt;br /&gt;- food plate&lt;br /&gt;- gift box big&lt;br /&gt;- shirt + ribbon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2067421440025688574?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2067421440025688574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2067421440025688574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2067421440025688574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2067421440025688574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-id.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5379362747445673601</id><published>2011-02-25T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:38:03.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paki ko'/><title type='text'>Oh Tapos?</title><content type='html'>Habang nagawa ako ng sa Philhis namin, biglang may tumawag na unknown number. Medyo familiar yung number, tingin ko sa girl na iyon, at pagsagot ko sa phone, tama nga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ingay, ang lakas ng music, parang may mga nagsisigawan.&lt;br /&gt;Sinabi niya sa akin na lasing siya, wala daw sila magawa, sawa na mag tong-its, mag baraha ng kung anu-ano. Sabi niya may class siya, pero kahit ganun, lasing na lasing daw siya. Pinahinaan ko yung music, kasi hindi ko siya maintindihan. Naririnig ko pa ata na nagyoyosi ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti daw sinagot ko, akala niya hindi ko sasagutin dahil galit ako, pero sinabi ko na hindi ako galit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narinig ko siya na nagmumura, sumisigaw; at may narinig pa ata ako na wala na siyang pera? ewan. May mga kasama din kasi siyang iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong ko kung ano kailangan niya sa akin, at sabi niya wala lang, miss niya lang daw talaga ako, at sabi ko ....................... - ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paki ko kung lasing ka?&lt;br /&gt;Paki ko kung wala kang magawa?&lt;br /&gt;Paki ko kung tumawag ka? Bakit, nung ako ba dati, kapag tumatawag ako? WALA LANG SA IYO DI BA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutal dun ka naman magaling di ba? Ang kalimutan ako, ang balewalain ako, ang ibasura ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paki ko kung miss mo ako? - Bakit? Nung sinasabihan kita na miss kita dati, ano bang paki mo sakin? WALA. Nung sinasabihan kita na mahal kita, tinigil mo ako sabihan pabalik. Nung sinasabihan kita na miss kita, tinigil mo na sabihan din ako pabalik. Tapos ngayon sasabihin mo na miss mo ako? APAT KAMI NA LALAKI MO DI BA? PARE PAREHO LANG NAMAN KAMI NA SINASABIHAN MO NIYAN EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo yung nakakapagod?&lt;br /&gt;Oo, nagsorry ka sakin nung tumawag ka, pero hindi mo kailangan mag sorry, dahil hindi naman ako galit sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam mo yung pakiramdam na iyon? Yung pakiramdam na GINAGO? Yung pakiramdam na NILOKO "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ULIT&lt;/span&gt;"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, sabi mo na kaya ka napatawag dahil miss mo ako, at hindi dahil sa lasing ka.&lt;br /&gt;Sige fine, benta sa akin iyon. Pero seriosuly, anung paki ko? APAT KAMI DI BA? IKAW NA NAGSABI DI BA?&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos mo ako ibasura? Ano?&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos mo ako gamitin? Ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. Hindi ako galit sa iyo. Dito ko lang binibuhos mga ganitong bagay sa blog ko. Wag ka mag alala, kilala mo naman ako, calm lang ako kapag nakausap na kita ng harapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once na mapagbigyan mo ako makausap ka ng personal, aayusin ko na lahat doon.&lt;br /&gt;Kilala mo ako kung anong klaseng lalaki ako, gusto ko ito ayusin para kapag nagmahal ako ng iba, hindi unfair sa kanya; dahil ayaw ko magmahal ng iba ng unfair sa kanya. Hindi ako ganung klase ng lalaki. I want this other one to be really special, at hindi ko to hahayaan mawala. Ayaw ko siyang lokohin, tulad ng GINAWA MO SAKIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool.. Past time mo lang ako. Yung kapag walang magawa.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon miss mo ako?&lt;br /&gt;Oh tapos? Ano gusto mo gawin ko?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ako ba dati, namimiss mo ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;HINDI DI BA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo, kahit umiinom ka, or yosi man, or kung anong bisyo yan, tinanggap kita.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ako, tinanggap mo ba ako? TSSSSSS HINDI EH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then may klase na daw siya at aalis na siya;&lt;br /&gt;sabi niya bye bye; then sabi ko ok...&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya ulit; "ui bye bye"...&lt;br /&gt;Then sabi ko - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oo narinig ko&lt;/span&gt;"..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos yun.. binaba niya na....&lt;br /&gt;Tsssss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-5379362747445673601?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5379362747445673601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5379362747445673601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5379362747445673601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5379362747445673601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-tapos.html' title='Oh Tapos?'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6746606644726087959</id><published>2011-02-25T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T06:49:45.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warped'/><title type='text'>So Warped</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko feel mag-english ngayon sa blog ko, kaya tagalog na lang muna.&lt;br /&gt;Ito yung araw na makikipag-meet ako sa parents ni Tin (Kristine). Gusto ko kasi siya ihatid sa school kapag uwian. Kaya gusto ko makausap ng personal parents niya, para magpaalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12:00 nagpunta ako sa Sta Rosa Estates 2 para mag-practice muna for our PHILHIS. May reporting kasi kami na kakaiba, kaya kailangan mag-practice. From 12 nn to 5 pm ay magkasama kami, ofcourse kasama mga kaibigan niya na ka-group namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy this day with her. Hindi ko ma-explain, ibang saya sa kapag nakakatanggap ka ng mga bagay na gusto mo, more than that pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nagkaroon ng unting problema sa bahay, mga around 5 - 6 pm ay bumalik ako ng bahay, tapos nagpunta na ako kina Tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-start na ako mabadtrip kasi gabi na, tapos traffic pa, as in ang bagal bagal, to the point na medyo nakatigil na talaga. nakarating ako sa kanila ng almost 7 pm. Badtrip na ako nun, kasi late na late na ako, nakakahiya sobra, naisip ko nun sa sarili ko, na bad image na ako, wala man lamang akong sense of time. Hai, traffic pa lang nabadtrip na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung paano magpunta sa street nila, kaya nag park ako sa Atoys, which is asa likod nun yung bahay nila. Bumaba na ako ng kotse, then nagpunta na ako sa bahay nila. At first hindi ko sure kung yun yung house nila, kaya naglakad lakad ako ng unti. Eh kaso, hindi ko talaga alam, kasi may kahawig din sila ng kotse sa mga kapitbahay. Eh wala yung Strada nilang car na yun yung hinahanap ko, kaya nagbaka-sakali na lang ako sa unang bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag "tao po" ako ng paulit ulit, kaso parang hinihila yung boses ko, medyo mahina, kaya nilakasan ko. Pero ganun parin, hindi ako marinig. Swerte ko at lumabas si Tin, at nakita niya ako, kaya pinapasok niya ako. Gusto ko sana itanong sa parents niya kung pwede ako pumasok, kaso mukhang hindi ganun yung set up; kaya ayun, pumasok ng ako ng sinabi ni Tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang kita ko sa mommy niya, at nag bow ako. Kahit sinasabihan niya ako na huwag na magtanggal ng sapatos, nagtanggal parin ako, syempre, sign of respect, atsaka.. atsaka para ma delay ng unti yung time na kakausapin ko na sila? haha.. kabado....&lt;br /&gt;Nagpakilala ako sa mom niya, then nag shake hands then pumunta doon sa place na papaupuin ako. Tapos nagkaroon kami ng sobrang saglit na discussion, then ayan na..... yung dad ni Tin ay bumaba na... Grabe, lalo ako kinabahan, siguro dahil takot ako sa dad ko, medyo nararamdaman ko yung takot from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre tulad ng kanina, nagpakilala ako habang nakatayo, nag shake ng hands with her dad, tapos pinaupo ako, then yun na.... Habang nag start na kami mag usap, na-realize ko yung posture ko eh sablay, kaya nag back sit straight ako. Tapos ang nakakakbadtrip nga lang ay naiwan ko yung salamin ko, pang add sana ng serious type guy effect. wew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-apologize ako na late ako, sinabi ko na gawa ng traffic, pero honestly, I feel ashamed sa sarili ko, dahil hindi ko dapat binibigay na excuse yun. Kung traffic dapat nagpunta ako ng mas maaga. Hai.. After ko mag-apologize, at unting usap tungkol sa akin, then sinabi ko na talaga yung sadya ko; nagpaalam ako kung pwede ko siya ihatid kasi minsan lang. Sabi ko, ok lang sa akin na hindi sila pumayag, maiintindihan ko iyon at tatanggapin ko, ang sa akin lang, malaking karangalan na yung nakinig sila. Kung hindi ko talaga maipipilit, then maiintindihan ko iyon. Nagkaroon ng unting usap usap, hindi ko maalala yung iba, kasi sobrang kabado ako, hindi ako makatingin ng ayos, yung kamay ko na papa open and close, pansin ko nanginginig ako, pero kahit pinipilit ko maging diretso, ayaw parin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang naaalala ko pa sa sinabi nila ay yung gusto nila sa anak nila, na unahin muna mag study, which is I agree naman dahil kahit ako, iyon din ang sinasabi sa akin ng magulang ko. Hindi talaga ako makatingin ng ayos sa kanila, at mukhang ang pangit pangit pa ng itsura ko, na mukhang ewan. :{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa sinabi nila na pwede ko ihatid si Tin ng maximum of 2x per month. Ang kagulat gulat pa ay pwede ako bumisita sa kanila 1 beses per week, pero syempre andun dapat yung parents niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ako, promise. Deep inside happy ako.&lt;br /&gt;After magtanung ng unting background tungkol sa akin, ay iniwanan na kami ng parents niya na magusap ni Tin. Ayun, kabado parin ako kahit tapos na. Mga saglit lang ay umuwi na ako, dahil nakakahiya din naman at gabi na. Nagpaalam ako sa parents niya, lumabas ng bahay, actually bait nga nila, sinamahan pa ako palabas, nagsapatos lang ako then ayun lumabas na ako ng bahay, nag pa thank you at sorry talaga ako ng sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglakad ako ng saglit, tapos tumigil, hindi pa talaga nakaayos sapatos ko, nagmadali lang ako umalis, kunwari baga ay ok na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglakad ako papunta kay pochi, at napahiga ako kay pochi.&lt;br /&gt;Ang lungkot ng nararamdaman ko, ang down ko na depress, pakiramdam ko ay napahiya ako, hindi ganun yung naiisip kong gawin, pero feeling ko talaga it didn;t turn out well. Sumakay ako ng kotse at nagdrive, nang nakatulala, at parang ang bigat bigat ng loob ko. Pahiramdam ko talaga ay sobra akong napahiya, wala man lang ako nasabi na cool. Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nag dridrive ako, nasabi ko na lang, na bakit ganito, sa lahat lahat ng oras, sa lahat lahat ng panahon, bakit ngayon pa ako napahiya? Ang masama pa nito, may nasabi pa ata akong hindi dapat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.... Balak ko pa ngang huwag kausapin si Tin sa FB chat, kasi pakiramdam ko, na wala akong mukhang maiharap sa kanya after ng nangyari. Pero nakipagusap parin ako, too make sure she feels ok. Luckily eh ok naman sya at hindi siya napagsabihan or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more time na nag uusap kami, medyo gumagaan pakiramdam ko. It was good to know na ok naman ako kanina at hindi ako napahiya, kahit medyo iba pakiramdam ko. Napakaswerte ko sa kanya. Habang nag uusap kami, dahan dahan nawawala yung pagka depress ko, masyado lang siguro ako nag iisip, dahil &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; ko itong ginawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really serious to her, at wala akong balak lokohin siya. Pero syempre, hindi naman ako nagmamadali, kung baga chill lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, ang saya saya ko parin ngayon araw. Itong araw na nakasama ko siya ng super tagal. Kakaiba yung pakiramdam ko. Tanging hiling ko lang, ay sana mabigyan ako ng ideas ni Lord, para to make some sweet stuffs for her. Something na hindi niya ako pagsasawaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai..................&lt;br /&gt;I really want to make this one special.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy na pwede ko na siya ihatid kahit twice a month lang; atsaka yung pwede ako dumalaw ng once a week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai...&lt;br /&gt;masyado lang siguro ako nag iisip..&lt;br /&gt;Napakaswerte ko talaga sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;Hinding hindi ko sasayangin itong chance na ito na meron ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I found her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6746606644726087959?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6746606644726087959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6746606644726087959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6746606644726087959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6746606644726087959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-warped.html' title='So Warped'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2362888188570343617</id><published>2011-02-19T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:00:39.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debut'/><title type='text'>Tin's 18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Last night, I attended Kristine's 18th birthday in Sta. Rosa Heights. Around 6:00 pm I went to the said venue, and arrived there around 6:15 pm. Kat (her friend) and I were the first Tin's DLSC friends in there. The debut should start at 6:00, though it started late because of some late important persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat and I waited for about more than an hour and a half, and we talked somethings. Like this one; since we should wear semi-formal, I have 2 black shoes. First shoes, comfortable to wear though it's not that tall enough. Second shoes, it kills my feet, haha, but it gives a little height. So I decided to wear the second one, just to make me not embarrassed in front of Tin's family; since I'm expecting Tin to be wearing high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Razel (her friend), came in our table, and I was dead nervous. (o.0)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdfdY1w3n9E/TWB69qgaeKI/AAAAAAAAAeA/PNCV3ej7sKI/s1600/DSC07849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdfdY1w3n9E/TWB69qgaeKI/AAAAAAAAAeA/PNCV3ej7sKI/s320/DSC07849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575591538485524642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the program starts, I'm with my friends now, so I somehow don't feel nervous. First my friend Gerard sang 2 songs, then we watched a video than Tin made. It was awesome, I mean, I can't do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LH8FZRcQfbo/TWB7hFU6D_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/szrYVomPpVw/s1600/tin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LH8FZRcQfbo/TWB7hFU6D_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/szrYVomPpVw/s320/tin1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575592146980442098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had her grand entrance.. and damn........... she was so beautiful.. I can't help myself to stare.. Then the MC told us that she will sing her first song, then I suddenly remembered what she told me, that her first song was for me.. The intro started playing, the song was - My Valentine. I suddenly smile, it brings me back the memories I did for her in Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TjxYJSvjN0/TWB86TMb65I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/SEAtshptxLY/s1600/DSC07860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TjxYJSvjN0/TWB86TMb65I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/SEAtshptxLY/s320/DSC07860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575593679711366034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she sings, I'm just staring at her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rlnI9pdAJc/TWB9zeLf4zI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ALpbNt82cB4/s1600/DSC07880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rlnI9pdAJc/TWB9zeLf4zI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ALpbNt82cB4/s320/DSC07880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575594661912765234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the whole party, I'm just staring at her.. and all I can think of is.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she is someone I've been praying for, for the last 3 yrs&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 18 roses came up, luckily I was the last one.. When my name was called, all of my friends are shouting, and I'm so nervous because her family, relatives, and other friends were looking at me. I can see their eyes staring weird at me - scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pociyip4XZY/TWB_D9GxQ-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/OwbbmPp5PCU/s1600/DSC07883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pociyip4XZY/TWB_D9GxQ-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/OwbbmPp5PCU/s320/DSC07883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575596044603966434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab the rose, walked into her, hand her the rose, place my hand on her hand, and the other one on her waist, we danced - then I whispered at her... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you look beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDhzCUKyQh4/TWB_-f2RrwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/f7Mq0pS8Sns/s1600/DSC07913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDhzCUKyQh4/TWB_-f2RrwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/f7Mq0pS8Sns/s320/DSC07913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597050362441474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K84ntl7Qsas/TWB_-S0VkAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Y_gGjBkEwps/s1600/DSC07905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K84ntl7Qsas/TWB_-S0VkAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Y_gGjBkEwps/s320/DSC07905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597046864646146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsn1YtYg2d4/TWB_-FD3VII/AAAAAAAAAe4/_wOeuuXNsPQ/s1600/DSC07839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsn1YtYg2d4/TWB_-FD3VII/AAAAAAAAAe4/_wOeuuXNsPQ/s320/DSC07839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597043171677314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5C06vWb_6dg/TWB_-EYoIAI/AAAAAAAAAew/f-cdQreMtuk/s1600/DSC07841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5C06vWb_6dg/TWB_-EYoIAI/AAAAAAAAAew/f-cdQreMtuk/s320/DSC07841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597042990325762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUYOAlxoUes/TWB_95hhBRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Pw1ysx2O-Do/s1600/DSC07843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUYOAlxoUes/TWB_95hhBRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Pw1ysx2O-Do/s320/DSC07843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597040074818834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, took pictures, and talked a little while with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWqd-rlIgTE/TWCNnV3tXbI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6uAjFUwf_w0/s1600/DSC07927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWqd-rlIgTE/TWCNnV3tXbI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6uAjFUwf_w0/s320/DSC07927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575612045709893042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 18 candles had their speech, then the cake.^^&lt;br /&gt;The night ends with a party; the first was a slow love song.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some bf and gf danced, while some of my friends including the MC is asking me to ask Kristine to dance. At first I refused, saying that her parents might be in a bad mood on what I'm going to do; and it will be a bad shot for me. Then Nap (my friend) told me that I should ask first the permission of her dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he told me that, I was sweating, and my heart beats so fast. I have no choice, I need to try this shot... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I stood up.. walked into her father.... chickened out, went back again, and sat down again... HAHAHAHAHA FAIL MOMENTS......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, it took me sometime to take a deep breath.. I look at Tin, and then stood up for the last time, and went to her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Uhm, hi po sir (then bow), kaibigan nga po pala ako ng anak ninyo, ipapagpa-alam ko lang po sana kung pwede ko bang maisayaw yung anak ninyo. Kung ok lang po sa inyo. (with matching semi bow and somehow looking into his eyes, semi eye to eye contact? I'm really nervous... Feels like even though I want to talk, my voice is pulling me in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Dad: Ah sure. oh, and you are? (shit peter! you should have introduced yourself from the first place!!! arghhhhhhh another failllllllllllllll!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ay, ako nga po pala si Peter Agno Jr. Uhm, sana ok lang po na maisayaw ko siya. (STILL, with matching semi bow and somehow looking into his eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Dad: Ah sige, have fun. It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah maraming maraming salamat po.^^ &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wew! that was my first time! My first time on talking to the dad of someone I love. I've never done something like this in my ex. Now that I have my permission, I went to Tin, she's sitting in the front, went to her, bow down until my mouth is close to her ear, then told her;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Nagpaalam ako sa dad mo kung pwede kitang isayaw, at pumayag siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin: Hala, bakit mo ginawa yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh seryoso ako sa iyo eh.. :) Ano? Pwede pa kita isayaw? or gusto mong lumuhod pa ako dito?^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin: hindi na hindi na, hehe..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8q33kCD7AI/TWCs20wbrLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hwV6A8Doc0g/s1600/tin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8q33kCD7AI/TWCs20wbrLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hwV6A8Doc0g/s320/tin4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575646396559371442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This picture is taken by Renz Jaberina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxpsTKx2h6I/TWCs2740tBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mk4WX6hYHbs/s1600/tin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxpsTKx2h6I/TWCs2740tBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mk4WX6hYHbs/s320/tin2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575646398473614354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This picture is taken by Renz Jaberina)&lt;br /&gt;I hold her hand, assisted her while she walks, then we danced. I just stared at her, though I'm not quite sure why she doesn't look at me. Anyway, we talked somethings, I just forgot what were those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryVAjHUYiV8/TWCMoyX4iPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aqAZTvpy0tA/s1600/DSC07933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryVAjHUYiV8/TWCMoyX4iPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aqAZTvpy0tA/s320/DSC07933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575610971029276914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eb9vtRxSKPQ/TWCMo55hl_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/O2P4tM9wDZs/s1600/DSC07934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eb9vtRxSKPQ/TWCMo55hl_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/O2P4tM9wDZs/s320/DSC07934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575610973049427954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyc4rKUo-eE/TWCMovUosZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/My5epw9FZcM/s1600/DSC07935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyc4rKUo-eE/TWCMovUosZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/My5epw9FZcM/s320/DSC07935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575610970210349458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-513qZ3mTU6Y/TWCMohGp6BI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Yk0gtVXKFlc/s1600/DSC07932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-513qZ3mTU6Y/TWCMohGp6BI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Yk0gtVXKFlc/s320/DSC07932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575610966393612306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then disco part....&lt;br /&gt;This was also the part that Tin told me that she will introduce me to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sure that I was not yet ready, I just don't know why the hell I said that I'll go and told her that she may introduce me. Well, maybe I felt that there was no other time than this, so might as well do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she introduced me to her dad first. Her dad told us that he already met me, and I'm alright (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ok naman siya"&lt;/span&gt;), and told us that she must introduce me to her mom, since she's the only one who doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she introduced me to her mom, she introduced me first to her relatives. And I can't even look at them well, I have a feeling that they'll just say into their heads - (tssss what kind of guy is this.. he's not even that good looking.. -_- ok.. now that's a fail one..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we saw her mom, then went to her. She told me also the same thing, that I was alright.. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ok naman siya"&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked really short, but that was very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I feel that I'm not that totally welcome. Well that's not really kind of depressing, since I know that I've got to do a lot to earn their respect, and earn their trust that I'm very serious in their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was also my first time that I've been introduced to the parents like that, on someone I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2 first times in one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Tin..&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know on what's going to happen to me in the future, I just wish you that you will be happy, more than anyone can imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1o-N6uAqJ0/TWCtGoDBvXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Qt-0oQe90Uw/s1600/tin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1o-N6uAqJ0/TWCtGoDBvXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Qt-0oQe90Uw/s320/tin3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575646668025609586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This picture is taken by Renz Jaberina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The only one that I'll envy, is the man that wins your heart&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2362888188570343617?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2362888188570343617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2362888188570343617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2362888188570343617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2362888188570343617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/tins-18th-birthday.html' title='Tin&apos;s 18th Birthday'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdfdY1w3n9E/TWB69qgaeKI/AAAAAAAAAeA/PNCV3ej7sKI/s72-c/DSC07849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-41569054531878109</id><published>2011-02-18T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:27:15.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Need at least 10k</title><content type='html'>I want :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dogtagsonline.com/colortags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.dogtagsonline.com/colortags.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zeeandco.co.uk/Gallery/product/20101125/82285C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.zeeandco.co.uk/Gallery/product/20101125/82285C.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Sleeve Checkered Polo Shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/FABDAA4D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 338px;" src="http://s3.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/FABDAA4D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkered Pants - color Gray perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/yumipitz/downloads/000027086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/yumipitz/downloads/000027086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Cut White Chucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a jacket..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-41569054531878109?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/41569054531878109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=41569054531878109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/41569054531878109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/41569054531878109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/need-at-least-10k.html' title='Need at least 10k'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-7683580990173797089</id><published>2011-02-16T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:31:47.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Cherry</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to blog about it due to some readers, but I'm really happy..&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget that place, also this day - Feb. 16.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself to keep thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-7683580990173797089?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/7683580990173797089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=7683580990173797089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7683580990173797089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7683580990173797089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/cherry.html' title='Cherry'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-4690200719464320478</id><published>2011-02-15T04:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T04:29:13.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'll Never Forget This Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9e3a2a50f7831c01" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9e3a2a50f7831c01%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33BDB60603E39A6BCF842BC5F7D319483C1D4424.5B7ADF3550136F2EB1E38D8DB6A291C428B892F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9e3a2a50f7831c01%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DejAoS1D2Sl9HLeEx6k38HAuGa9s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth For Christ Camp..&lt;br /&gt;The day that I started looking different on her.&lt;br /&gt;The night that I decided to want to know her.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-4690200719464320478?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3727744448927852665</id><published>2011-02-14T05:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T04:06:05.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My V. Day  Surprise for Her</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For larger view of the image, right click on the image, then click open link in new tab&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go first to the past, around Feb. 7, 2011; I was wondering on what to give her on valentines day. My first idea was to give her flowers and chocolates - preferably Ferrero, her favorite. Though after sometime, I was also canvassing some ideas from my friends on what special thing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 8, at night, my friend Nheria told me something that amaze me. Her idea was like this; Kristine (the girl I like) would be in her class, which is at the 4th floor. Then I will be in the very ground floor, in the volleyball field, then I will text Kristine to get out of the class and look below, she will see a human heart formation and I'm in the middle holding flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Nheria's idea, and I messages some of my friends in Facebook to help me out. I was surprise because almost 6+ persons will help me. They are willing to sacrifice their time for my surprise to Kristine. I go to sleep, then I suddenly think that my surprise is 11:20 am, which means its hot like hell. So I think again of something new, and have the idea that rather than a human heart formation, they will use an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 9, Wednesday, I feel troubled, because what if even though I tell them to bring umbrella, they will forgot or not to. And I need atleast 10 persons for the umbrella heart formation. The whole day I was just thinking of my surprise for her, planning and finalizing things. Then in the afternoon, around 6 pm, when Kristine saw me, she told me; "Is something wrong? I feel that you have a problem? May I know?"... Then I smiled... I smiled because she knew that there was something wrong with me, something that troubles me, but ofcourse I said nothing and pretended that I don't have any problem. I can't afford to waste my surprise..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same night, I was able to come up a plan. 2 plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, if everything is complete, 10 persons, all have an umbrella, and I still have a budget for a banner, we will have this formation in the grounds, while Kristine is at the 4th floor. &lt;a href="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/9268/plan2s.jpg"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, if I have less than 10 persons, or there wasn't enough umbrella, then we will only push thru with the banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 11, I made a design for the banner, and have it printed to a banner shop.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3wJg4kfMcI/TVaFpnixvAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/U8RcmGV5M74/s1600/DSC07832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3wJg4kfMcI/TVaFpnixvAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/U8RcmGV5M74/s320/DSC07832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572788538953546754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72iMsL2I62E/TVaFpnMZ0WI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YeJLL_JITiE/s1600/DSC07831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72iMsL2I62E/TVaFpnMZ0WI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YeJLL_JITiE/s320/DSC07831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572788538859704674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, it is 2 x 15 feet. The width is more than 2x of my height. I made the design very simple, because I'll be far away. If I will put a lot of design, then she might not be able to read it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SM8w5plsOu0/TVaFpSoUfJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WR5IOwDieHI/s1600/DSC07830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SM8w5plsOu0/TVaFpSoUfJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WR5IOwDieHI/s320/DSC07830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572788533339651218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it is longer than pochi (car).. haha.. Longer than my room!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_uwaKFvfQiY/TVaFpPwqlJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0njkF8le6H4/s1600/DSC07829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_uwaKFvfQiY/TVaFpPwqlJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0njkF8le6H4/s320/DSC07829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572788532569347218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY KRISTINE!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, finally valentine's day, the day of my surprise to her.&lt;br /&gt;So this what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8:30 am I'm in the DLSC (school, De La Salle Canlubang). Around 9, Julian and I went to Paseo to buy flowers and chocolates, then we went back to DLSC. I was at DLSC around 9:30 to 10. I waited up to 11 am in engineering faculty. I can't wait in student center (SC) because she might see me there. Then my friends came around 11 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine texted me that she will be late, so we waited there until she arrives the school. There was some slight unexpected things.  Like she saw my text on one of her friends, I almost got caught in my surprise that I'm about to give to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her friends texted me that Kristine is in the room, my friends and I went to the grounds and have our position. She was in the 4th floor, and we asked her friends to let her out of the room. When she is outside the room, I called her, and asked; "&lt;i&gt;Tin, naririnig mo ako? May gusto sana ako sabihin sa iyo..&lt;/i&gt;" (Tin, can you her me? I'd like to tell you something..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElCU9Ga0ops/TVpa_n6DbII/AAAAAAAAAdw/iqmO2SFi1oY/s1600/banner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElCU9Ga0ops/TVpa_n6DbII/AAAAAAAAAdw/iqmO2SFi1oY/s400/banner1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573867537915145346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I signal my friends to bring the tarp down, in the tarp it says, "HAPPY VALENTINES DAY KRISTINE!^^"... (I'm the guy in the very front, right side, the one wearing white pants and red polo shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the ground, and she was in the 4th floor, and she can see the whole thing from above. It was funny because there were a lot of college students, college teachers, high school teachers, and staffs that were watching.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up using the elevator, bringing her favorite chocolate - Ferrero, and the flowers. I immediately went to her place, and gave it to her. We talk a few things, since we still have class.&lt;br /&gt;Then that's it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CuuctzD5ZQI/TVpa_25ZFHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WVl5yK8I7cc/s1600/banner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CuuctzD5ZQI/TVpa_25ZFHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WVl5yK8I7cc/s400/banner2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573867541938902130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the first girl I've ever done this.&lt;br /&gt;She is the first girl I gave flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, there is still one question that bugs me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have I make her fall in love with me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I know the answer, and it's a - no.......&lt;br /&gt;Though it doesn't matter, &lt;b&gt;since she still needs to know something from me&lt;/b&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little video..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-925aa7dc32ac4942" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D925aa7dc32ac4942%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28551E2415313AEA3319E86A279E4C0C089E2CA5.1B243228C59FDB13D715E19369B6E7C4E720CAC2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D925aa7dc32ac4942%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5btA8VUdm-vBhRP3iF4OVACc8lU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D925aa7dc32ac4942%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28551E2415313AEA3319E86A279E4C0C089E2CA5.1B243228C59FDB13D715E19369B6E7C4E720CAC2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D925aa7dc32ac4942%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5btA8VUdm-vBhRP3iF4OVACc8lU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3727744448927852665?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3727744448927852665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3727744448927852665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3727744448927852665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3727744448927852665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-v-day-surprise-for-her_14.html' title='My V. Day  Surprise for Her'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3wJg4kfMcI/TVaFpnixvAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/U8RcmGV5M74/s72-c/DSC07832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-4738130580638901628</id><published>2011-02-12T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T06:09:56.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moderator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forum'/><title type='text'>Forum Mini-Moderator</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a month since I became an official Ninja Saga Mini-Moderator in their forums - &lt;a href="http://www.ninjasaga.com/forum/index.php"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;. Ninja Saga (NS) has different players from countries like Spain, Indonesia, Philippines, China, France, America, Canada, and etc. Only few (less than 15) were able to make the cut in being a mini-moderator. Maybe I was able to make it since I'm already known in Strategy and Advice board as a helper of builds when it comes to missions, exams, and boss battle. Also, in my resume that I submitted to Bernice (one of NS Team) I added my &lt;a href="http://progatwork.weebly.com/the-kekkai.html"&gt;Kekkai Simulator&lt;/a&gt; that is in line with NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRStD4d2Rho/TVaO2tnyMJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CJTb9NA1rfE/s1600/minimod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 68px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRStD4d2Rho/TVaO2tnyMJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CJTb9NA1rfE/s400/minimod.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572798659528110226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only handling Strategy and Advice board. Here is the list that I'm only allowed to do the in the said board;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mini-moderators:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Moderate posts and discussion&lt;br /&gt;2) Report important issues of the forum immediately&lt;br /&gt;3) Participate in Player Moderators Weekly Report with Bernice&lt;br /&gt;4) Remove advertisement and spam&lt;br /&gt;5) Report users who violate the ToS&lt;br /&gt;6) Create threads with useful information&lt;br /&gt;7) Lock and merge threads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to be a moderator, and not just a mini-mod. because of the things a moderator can do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moderators:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Moderate posts and discussion&lt;br /&gt;2) Report important issues of the forum immediately&lt;br /&gt;3) Participate in Player Moderators Weekly Report with Bernice&lt;br /&gt;4) Remove advertisement and spam&lt;br /&gt;5) Ban spammers and users who violate the ToS&lt;br /&gt;6) Create threads with useful information&lt;br /&gt;7) Turn useful threads into sticky&lt;br /&gt;8) Lock and merge threads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So far I'd done a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* From 50 pages, I turned the said board into 2 pages. Removing all outdated and useless threads.&lt;br /&gt;* Consolidated all of the important links in one thread, where newbie can ask questions regarding their character and other stuffs regarding NS.&lt;br /&gt;* Follow up on removing majority of the stickied threads, since its kind of not pleasing in the board.&lt;br /&gt;* Merging threads to other important threads, then pm the forumer that his/her thread was merged.&lt;br /&gt;* Continuing on helping other players for their build and other stuffs, though not in pvp since it's not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of being able to become a mini-moderator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-4738130580638901628?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/4738130580638901628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=4738130580638901628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4738130580638901628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4738130580638901628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/forum-mini-moderator.html' title='Forum Mini-Moderator'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRStD4d2Rho/TVaO2tnyMJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CJTb9NA1rfE/s72-c/minimod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-7358501585063771052</id><published>2011-02-07T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:48:28.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Ayos ha..</title><content type='html'>After ilang weeks, nagparamdam din sya.&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong niya kung galit ako, at sinabi ko hindi.&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko pa sinabi ko, na pagod na pagod na ako.&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na ako na niloloko ako, lalo pa at pangalawang beses niya na ito.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung ano pa nangyari, pero sinabi niya na; "I'm asking too much"..&lt;br /&gt;At doon na lang ako nag-snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ulit iyon?&lt;br /&gt;Ang natatandaan ko lang na napagkasunduan natin, ay ok lang sa akin na magkagusto ka sa iba, free ka dun. Ang sa akin lang, atleast once a week, OR once per 2 weeks ay masolo kita sa text. Tapos hindi mo parin ako mapagbigyan?, ok fine.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos yung lakad natin na 3 days lang for this term, na naudlot pa - naging 1 day na lang, at mukhang hindi pa matutuloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ngayon I'm asking too much?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Ano raw?&lt;br /&gt;Pwede paki-sabi sa akin kung ano pa?&lt;br /&gt;Kasi too much na pala yung masolo lang kita kahit once a week, or once per 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Too much na pala kahit 1 day this term, na hindi na natuloy?&lt;br /&gt;Pero kapag tropa mo, sige sige oo ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking too much?????????&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ha...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry talaga ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palibhasa, apat kami, kaya ganyan mo na lang ako ichapwera.&lt;br /&gt;Pantay pantay tingin mo sa amin? Eh kung bigla ka ngang mangiwan, parang binasura mo lang ulit ako. Habol ako ng habol sa iyo, pero ano? Wala lang ako sa iyo????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus, araw araw mo sila nakakausap, nakakasama, at nakikita; ako na humiling lang na masolo ka kahit saglit... nakanang......... too much parin ha?????????????&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko tuloy sabi nila, na kung mahal mo talaga ko, hindi ka mag-eentertain ng iba. Pero ano? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SA MGA ORAS NA BINABALIWALA MO AKO, NASASAKTAN AKO&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nung day na iyon, na hindi ako nag-text, ano ngyari? Hindi ka na nag-txt, ilang weeks na ulit?? Tapos i ra-rason mo sa akin na dahil gusto ko na solo kita? Too much parin ba?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige nga, sabihin mo nga sa akin kung ano pa hiniling ko?&lt;br /&gt;Kasi dalawa lang alam ko eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo, pakiramdam ko niloko mo lang ako ulit.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakadalawa kana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ang masakit pa nito, hangga't hindi ko ito naayos, hindi ko magagawang mag-mahal ng bago, dahil unfair sa kanya, at di ako ganung klase ng lalaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko itong ayusin. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dahil gusto kong pagbigyan yung nararamdaman ko para sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;. Gusto kong malaman kung more than pa talaga sa pag ka-like lang ang nararamdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;Sana mapagbigyan mo ako na kausapin ka ng personal, yung kaharap talaga kita, para this time, sumaya naman ako, puro na lang ikaw ang masaya, paano naman ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Swerte ko na lang, dahil naiintindihan "niya" yung sitwasyon ko.&lt;br /&gt;Swerte ko na lang, dahil pinagbibigyan "niya" ako na maayos muna ito, bago niya ako pagbigyan.. Ayaw ko siyang lokohin, at wala rin akong balak na lokohin siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi man maging kami, ok lang, atleast sinubukan ko.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast sinubukan ko ng buo ako, at wala akong ibang iniisip at inaalala.&lt;br /&gt;Kung tuluyan man na maging ayaw niya na sa akin, tulad ng pagka-ayaw mo sa akin, ok lang din, atleast naging totoo ako sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sana maayos ko na ito, dahil hindi ako makakagalaw sa kanya, hangga't hindi ko ito na-aayos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-7358501585063771052?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/7358501585063771052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=7358501585063771052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7358501585063771052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7358501585063771052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/ayos-ha.html' title='Ayos ha..'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-1162527941933571550</id><published>2011-02-04T02:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:58:46.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Me Long Time Ago</title><content type='html'>To see the pictures in bigger mode, right click in the image, then open link in new tab. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUvUB1Hr_uI/AAAAAAAAAb8/S_oDOmT-Ct0/s1600/babypix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUvUB1Hr_uI/AAAAAAAAAb8/S_oDOmT-Ct0/s320/babypix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569778492078030562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing my parents was able to have a soft copy of me when I was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Wew! I thought I lost this one forever.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the few pictures I really like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzWYlG_2VI/AAAAAAAAAcI/toJyvd5PS_0/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzWYlG_2VI/AAAAAAAAAcI/toJyvd5PS_0/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570062556917127506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spikes! Normal hair, no gel or whatsoever.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzW64kW0II/AAAAAAAAAcY/3fvpGHt0fZM/s1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzW64kW0II/AAAAAAAAAcY/3fvpGHt0fZM/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570063146256093314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzW6liqX7I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GNxPLeN4vfo/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzW6liqX7I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GNxPLeN4vfo/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570063141148712882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXndY1sHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/sk-OH1hwDG8/s1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXndY1sHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/sk-OH1hwDG8/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570063912054141042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXnicbc0I/AAAAAAAAAco/f6cHGp9lezs/s1600/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXnicbc0I/AAAAAAAAAco/f6cHGp9lezs/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570063913411375938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my mom and sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXn9xHoyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/uB-OuaVWwZE/s1600/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXn9xHoyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/uB-OuaVWwZE/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570063920745915170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXoCzyqAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tiilNsp1FG0/s1600/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXoCzyqAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tiilNsp1FG0/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570063922099300354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my sis and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXoUAmr-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/5ttV71T8DmE/s1600/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUzXoUAmr-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/5ttV71T8DmE/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570063926716444642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much powder on my neck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-1162527941933571550?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/1162527941933571550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=1162527941933571550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1162527941933571550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1162527941933571550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-long-time-ago.html' title='Me Long Time Ago'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUvUB1Hr_uI/AAAAAAAAAb8/S_oDOmT-Ct0/s72-c/babypix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-7931448392931486382</id><published>2011-02-03T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:03:19.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Awts.. How?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... How am I going to tell her the whole story, if someone is with us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... Think jay... think.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-7931448392931486382?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/7931448392931486382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=7931448392931486382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7931448392931486382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/7931448392931486382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/awts-how.html' title='Awts.. How?'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-244900116498701653</id><published>2011-02-02T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:01:57.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='known'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now'/><title type='text'>What I've Known About Her as of Now</title><content type='html'>She's smart.&lt;br /&gt;She's sweet, but she doesn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;The more you get to know her, the more you see how beautiful she is.&lt;br /&gt;She's cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;She definitely knows how to make you smile, the good part of it is that sometimes, she doesn't know that she can make you smile, it's like it just comes out naturally on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becareful if you're going to let her eat chocolates, she goes hyper, even though it hurts you, you will still love it. She's cute during that mode, you can see another side of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to watch movie, never tell her if she knows the story already, or she already watched it, because she's going to give you some spoilers.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's open to problems; she can be a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;She likes to sing and dance.&lt;br /&gt;She also thirst a lot, as in a lot; and I don't know why, so you must make sure to always have bottled water for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she can be scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cool....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-244900116498701653?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/244900116498701653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=244900116498701653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/244900116498701653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/244900116498701653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-ive-known-about-her-as-of-now.html' title='What I&apos;ve Known About Her as of Now'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6482929838920023757</id><published>2011-02-01T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T05:47:37.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>habang nag uusap kami ng nanay ko, naluha ako..&lt;br /&gt;hanggang sa naiyak na ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakiramdam ko ang laki ng problema ko..&lt;br /&gt;ma, uwi na kayo, kailangan ko po kayo dito..&lt;br /&gt;habang ka chat ko kayo, naiiyak lang tlga ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ko na kayo..&lt;br /&gt;di ko alam gagawin ko dito...&lt;br /&gt;di ko alam kung anung gagawin ko dito sa problema ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko na lang umiyak, hnd ko alam kung bakit..&lt;br /&gt;pero nanghihina ako ngayon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6482929838920023757?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6482929838920023757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6482929838920023757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6482929838920023757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6482929838920023757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5996107479523847245</id><published>2011-02-01T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T05:24:09.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasted'/><title type='text'>Wasted Moment</title><content type='html'>It was my first hug on her, yet, I feel that she didn't feel anything on me.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it wasn't romantic just as I dreamed it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location was not good, if we got caught, especially by Sir Percy, then she'll be in trouble, and I don't like it. Well, I don't care if I'm the only one to blame, I can handle it; though, since her parents are strict, and her parents will also be called because of our actions... damn... *Sigh*... well.. at least nothing bad happened and we weren't got caught... But why am I feeling strange??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she told me, that she can't feel that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; that she felt in her 1st love, I don't know what I felt, I'm not sure if it hurts me, but I know this feeling is not good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, if you can't feel to me what your searching in your 1st love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I'm not totally your ideal guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st love didn't go out well too like you; I'm not going to waste this one.&lt;br /&gt;Before, I was asking myself if I like you.&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm asking myself if I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, it's still not clear if I love you; but I have this feeling in my heart, something I found rare; I feel that I do. That's why I'm going to take all the time to find it out. And if I found out that I really do love you, then I'm going to do my best to make you fall in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not believe on what I will say, there are only 2 things I'm sure that I'm good at; understanding and waiting. I'm sure that I can wait for 2 years, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;though, you still need to know something from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have some things to say, some things to do, I'm going to make sure that it is the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This second chance with someone like you, Imma make things right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely right now...&lt;br /&gt;Hai.......&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn wasted............................&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll just call this a night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-5996107479523847245?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5996107479523847245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5996107479523847245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5996107479523847245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5996107479523847245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/02/wasted-moment.html' title='Wasted Moment'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-9150605165747749687</id><published>2011-01-27T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T04:06:21.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahead'/><title type='text'>Go Ahead</title><content type='html'>Hope this will reach you.&lt;br /&gt;Its a pain that you throw me again, like a garbage.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you did this to me, I don't know why you hurt me again for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;You came back to me, and I accepted you; and this is how you will treat me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have 4 guys, and you will just forget about me again?&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I'm tired of pleasing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you treat the 4 of us equals; &lt;br /&gt;I just asked for 3 days in 1 term to be with you, yet you can't give it.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;I asked to make it 1 day for that 1 term, still you can't give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;You screw me and tell me, that I'm not there and not making any effort?&lt;br /&gt;How the hell I'll be able to show it to you, if from the first place you won't let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were texting, and you wrong send a message, about you waiting for a guy to come home because he's drunk, then you'll go to sleep; while in fact, you wouldn't do the same thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the equality there that you are talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of you making crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always waiting for your text, I even load you up so that I'll have no escape on telling me that you don't have load. YET, you can't even text a single one? Even though you're busy, it's impossible to not to text me for about less than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me if you really love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the camp, I intended to wrong send you one, having a name of a different girl. I was expecting you to reply, to see if you really care for me, telling who was that girl. Though I got nothing, you just ignore me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.. I don't know what I did to you, to make fun of me, to just do this kinds of things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, you want me away?&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even notice I'm gone, because there's still 3 guys waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I already paid the price on my sins when I have you.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, I'm still paying it, and I paid it 2 TIMES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You point me that its my wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Aryt, I'll accept it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep pointing it to me? Then I'll point you to the mirror..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I really don't know what I had done to you, for me to have this kind of treatment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-9150605165747749687?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/9150605165747749687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=9150605165747749687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/9150605165747749687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/9150605165747749687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-ahead.html' title='Go Ahead'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3848732577294893782</id><published>2011-01-26T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:38:21.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Thank you for making me see again on what I'm missing.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think that I'm doing this to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAfzoABrwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/lXo7P7eq8tY/s1600/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAfzoABrwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/lXo7P7eq8tY/s320/image1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566484111201251074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it wasn't clear to me if I like you. So I decided to come closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAf0JU3CMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/0S-q93ruGTA/s1600/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAf0JU3CMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/0S-q93ruGTA/s320/image2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566484120147003586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't noticed, that I'm starting to fall in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAfz8osg5I/AAAAAAAAAbs/zWY7rkshwgI/s1600/image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAfz8osg5I/AAAAAAAAAbs/zWY7rkshwgI/s320/image4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566484116740539282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share some commonalities, they were few, but they were the important ones that makes us understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAfztVJC-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/7b0WT2-9z1w/s1600/image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAfztVJC-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/7b0WT2-9z1w/s320/image3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566484112631991266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you more.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this time, with you, I'll be able to make you happy, and enjoy every last day that you're with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you.&lt;br /&gt;I love being around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3848732577294893782?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3848732577294893782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3848732577294893782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3848732577294893782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3848732577294893782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAfzoABrwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/lXo7P7eq8tY/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-1024016262575469614</id><published>2011-01-17T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T04:18:14.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yfc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>YFC Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ1WrtbfZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/arP4pO9euqg/s1600/yfc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ1WrtbfZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/arP4pO9euqg/s320/yfc3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563130103516069266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ1WjyUqOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HLmxDhnQd1g/s1600/yfc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ1WjyUqOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HLmxDhnQd1g/s320/yfc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563130101389109474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ1GzoQhnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/r1z_Se-ZDwo/s1600/yfc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ1GzoQhnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/r1z_Se-ZDwo/s320/yfc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563129830763955826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 years, I went back again to Youth for Christ (YFC). I attended a yfc camp last Jan. 14 - 16. I was part of the service team. I helped in cooking, preparing stuffs, and etc. I had fun, and most of all, I was able to search for an answer that I'm looking for almost 2 - 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ2Ei0FO2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/4ZN9trP1G58/s1600/yfc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ2Ei0FO2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/4ZN9trP1G58/s320/yfc3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563130891402034018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ2Ee7uB_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/O11i1A273qQ/s1600/yfc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ2Ee7uB_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/O11i1A273qQ/s320/yfc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563130890360326130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ2EDPGRtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RIr13PYjtMw/s1600/yfc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ2EDPGRtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RIr13PYjtMw/s320/yfc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563130882925414098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the service team is done with what they're supposed to do, we join in the talks; and also we join in the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ2cZWvUoI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9otKMP-tVFY/s1600/yfc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ2cZWvUoI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9otKMP-tVFY/s320/yfc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563131301179904642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, night time, there was some "sample" happened, and I was partnered with a girl, whom I never known before, and it was in the camp were I began to like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAb3zW6upI/AAAAAAAAAbE/694ZxFMIYRs/s1600/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAb3zW6upI/AAAAAAAAAbE/694ZxFMIYRs/s320/image2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566479784923019922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAb4FDgQdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/aRxzGSkr9yc/s1600/image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAb4FDgQdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/aRxzGSkr9yc/s320/image3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566479789673431506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAb4CzakrI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8T-W-KAKrVI/s1600/image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TUAb4CzakrI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8T-W-KAKrVI/s320/image4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566479789069079218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some breaks so that we can take a rest and refresh ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ3IhMaKfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ESpyRpEcNCk/s1600/yfc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ3IhMaKfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ESpyRpEcNCk/s320/yfc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563132059198302706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ3Il8MH9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/5cd_dCGql2c/s1600/yfc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ3Il8MH9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/5cd_dCGql2c/s320/yfc4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563132060472451026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ3IZCy9EI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SqkWezrAgOQ/s1600/yfc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ3IZCy9EI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SqkWezrAgOQ/s320/yfc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563132057010500674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on the third day, I was taking a rest during this time while listening to the speaker, and waiting for my service team leader to give me a task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ3ZQFwiEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4vXik1bjJbg/s1600/yfc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ3ZQFwiEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4vXik1bjJbg/s320/yfc3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563132346664781890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite picture of all! Haha! I look good on this one! :D The girl beside me is Ekai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ4TtuqjxI/AAAAAAAAAak/n0Hr4F9prNQ/s1600/yfc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ4TtuqjxI/AAAAAAAAAak/n0Hr4F9prNQ/s320/yfc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563133351053397778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ4TliHT7I/AAAAAAAAAac/D5Xw0kghALI/s1600/yfc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ4TliHT7I/AAAAAAAAAac/D5Xw0kghALI/s320/yfc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563133348853272498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken 2nd day (night). Some of the service team ( including me ofcourse =p ) arrange the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ4s1cEnVI/AAAAAAAAAas/H-WYAHz2u4w/s1600/yfc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ4s1cEnVI/AAAAAAAAAas/H-WYAHz2u4w/s320/yfc3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563133782619626834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ4tAZj-BI/AAAAAAAAAa0/44uNopVSC_I/s1600/yfc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ4tAZj-BI/AAAAAAAAAa0/44uNopVSC_I/s320/yfc4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563133785561888786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one wearing the white shirt. Martin is wearing the light green shirt, while Sir Lelan is wearing the violet one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are a lot pictures that were taken, I only included here the ones that I'm with..^^ hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-81f59c57383a9185" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81f59c57383a9185%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43400371FAD10A1BE4D8A031B21107B18325B76B.7ED899EFDBD2AD5028CC062C8A78DB898B21C7D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81f59c57383a9185%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJdlyZ4zyrxPD--IEBw4-348B2IM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81f59c57383a9185%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43400371FAD10A1BE4D8A031B21107B18325B76B.7ED899EFDBD2AD5028CC062C8A78DB898B21C7D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81f59c57383a9185%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJdlyZ4zyrxPD--IEBw4-348B2IM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget this camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-1024016262575469614?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/1024016262575469614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=1024016262575469614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1024016262575469614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1024016262575469614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2011/01/yfc-camp.html' title='YFC Camp'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TTQ1WrtbfZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/arP4pO9euqg/s72-c/yfc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3701463671443894685</id><published>2010-12-17T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:48:35.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep'/><title type='text'>Reblog: Sheep Chinese Horoscope 2011</title><content type='html'>The rabbit new year for Sheep people will be very good on personal terms. Sheep Chinese horoscope 2011 says that these people will enjoy a happy family life during this time. Professionally too, 2011 shall be a smooth time for people born with Sheep zodiac sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will spend considerable time organizing things for yourself. There will be times when Sheep people will be of immense help to their friends and relatives. Good time for social activities and social causes. Though people born with Sheep zodiac sign will have a focus on their career, it shall not be on the top of their priority list. This will be the year of strengthening relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be some discord between you and your life partner in the time to come during the middle of 2011. Sheep Chinese horoscope 2011advises you to compromise if not correct things. Singles however will enjoy a lovely time. Love would blossom around and even you will be surprised by the happenings taking place in your life. &lt;br /&gt;You do love to live in the past and this year will surely be there in your mind for good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep people who have a strong wood element need to be very careful while taking decisions in this year, especially during the first half of 2011. In business, cautious moves will result in success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with fire element will be more interested in making a stable life with openness of thoughts with their partner. Sheep people need to show a little interest into their partner’s likings if they want to make them happy. Sheep 2011 Chinese horoscope foresees a change in relationships in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep people with a strong earth element might have a rough year on professional terms. You need to be understand that after darkness comes the sunlight! Personal relationships will be satisfactory for earth people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese New year 2011 will be amazing for most of the Sheep people with a strong metal element. You will get a lot of opportunities to showcase yourself and your abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep Chinese horoscope 2011 for water element sheep people will bring events that will change the way you look at life. You people have been taking life very lightly lately and this opinion of yours shall change with very important events happening around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Horoscopes forever’ wishes you all the best for a great life in 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : &lt;br /&gt;* http://horoscopesforever.blogspot.com/2010/12/sheep-chinese-horoscope-2011sheep-2011.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE METAL SHEEP 1931 AND 1991&lt;br /&gt;THE WATER SHEEP 1943 AND 2003&lt;br /&gt;THE WOOD SHEEP 195S AND 2015&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRE SHEEP 1907 AND 1967&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTH SHEEP 19l9 AND 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : &lt;br /&gt;* http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Sheep.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep and it's counter part astrological sign can also be seen in the link above, in the bottom of the last page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm Sagittarius, I'm going to post mine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIAN SHEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Sheep need to be self-supporting. They are content as long as they are pursuing or finishing whatever project they wish. They have the ability to take on and finish several projects at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my love life in this year will really be much better than the previous years..^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3701463671443894685?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3701463671443894685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3701463671443894685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3701463671443894685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3701463671443894685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/12/reblog-sheep-chinese-horoscope-2011.html' title='Reblog: Sheep Chinese Horoscope 2011'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2130942442097187548</id><published>2010-11-28T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T06:26:49.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocksteddy'/><title type='text'>Christmas Single - Rocksteddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a684d6853fd6e01d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da684d6853fd6e01d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D217E4897BD1AED1651292720BCB5E599A6FD148A.5F1CCA0AC578A85F28E3F3F80FC110C102B00F92%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da684d6853fd6e01d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxrEvfHJD8-53c1wT5J20QL6a0Wo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da684d6853fd6e01d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D217E4897BD1AED1651292720BCB5E599A6FD148A.5F1CCA0AC578A85F28E3F3F80FC110C102B00F92%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da684d6853fd6e01d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxrEvfHJD8-53c1wT5J20QL6a0Wo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamig ang simoy ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;Mga bata sa labas na nangangaroling&lt;br /&gt;Mga parol na patay sindi, makukulay na palamuti&lt;br /&gt;Sa christmas tree, sa christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglalakad, ka ng mag-isa, walang kasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawawa ka naman, at single ka ngayong pasko&lt;br /&gt;Ilang taon ka ng ganyan, ka date mo nanaman ang nanay mo&lt;br /&gt;At bibili na lang ng christmas card&lt;br /&gt;At susulatan ko na lang ito&lt;br /&gt;Ng merry christmas happy new year, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mo ba napupuna, di mo na nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Lahat sila may kasama, ikaw lang ang wala&lt;br /&gt;Di mo ba napapansin, di kaba na iinggit&lt;br /&gt;Lahat sila may syotang malupit, ikaw walang ka date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglalakad ka, sa mall ng mag-isa, walang kasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawawa ka naman, at single ka ngayong pasko&lt;br /&gt;Ilang taon ka ng ganyan, ka date mo nanaman ang nanay mo&lt;br /&gt;At bibili na lang ng christmas card&lt;br /&gt;(bibili na lang ng christmas card)&lt;br /&gt;At susulatan ko na lang ito&lt;br /&gt;(dro-drowingan ko)&lt;br /&gt;Ng merry christmas happy new year, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglalakad, ka ng mag-isa, walang kasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawawa ka naman, at single ka ngayong pasko&lt;br /&gt;Ilang taon ka ng ganyan, ka date mo nanaman ang nanay mo&lt;br /&gt;At bibili na lang ng christmas card&lt;br /&gt;At susulatan ko na lang ito&lt;br /&gt;Ng merry christmas happy new year&lt;br /&gt;Kong hei fat choy, happy three kings&lt;br /&gt;to me.....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagay na bagay sa akin itong kantang ito ngayong papalapit na ang pasko.&lt;br /&gt;For better video, here's the link. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bveRGkgD2mA"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai..&lt;br /&gt;Ang ganda ng bday ko, ang ganda ng pasko ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Single nanaman ako&lt;/span&gt;... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BADTRIP.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2130942442097187548?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2130942442097187548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2130942442097187548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2130942442097187548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2130942442097187548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-single-rocksteddy.html' title='Christmas Single - Rocksteddy'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2779045151075795616</id><published>2010-11-28T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:50:22.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><title type='text'>Searching and Waiting</title><content type='html'>This coming November 30 will be my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Like in the past 3 years, no celebration will happen, no cakes, no fancy meal, as in just plain old day - just like any ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not complaining, I really don't need those fancy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm still lonely, because this would be my 3rd birthday after 3 years, and I'm still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to have a girlfriend so bad.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, let me rephrase that; I meant I really want to meet the one so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know her, I want to be with her, right here, right now..&lt;br /&gt;That would be the greatest blessing I could possibly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of my life right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go along with the girls you like, date with them, have a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;".. Geez.. What the hell do you think I've been doing these past years..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal girl..&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can laugh even though I'm no good in jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I will care of, and will care of me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will not let me feel worried even for just a second.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can make me smile just by seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I can always kiss and hug anytime and anywhere I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I can freely get mad, though even though I'm mad, she would listen and accept the fact that I'm angry, and will just hug me, then everything will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can make me do stuffs that I don't really do.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who likes me back also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;When will I meet you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2779045151075795616?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2779045151075795616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2779045151075795616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2779045151075795616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2779045151075795616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/11/searching-and-waiting.html' title='Searching and Waiting'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5850480625297785184</id><published>2010-11-26T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T03:18:21.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kamikazee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Kamikazee - "Alay"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/iCvYdEm6U44/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 230px;" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/iCvYdEm6U44/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagpala ang makilala ka&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang dahilan ng aking paghinga&lt;br /&gt;At sa yong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig ay damangdama&lt;br /&gt;Di masusukat aking ligaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa kabila ng lahat&lt;br /&gt;Ika'y aking nakakalimutan&lt;br /&gt;At sa oras ng kahinaan di ka nangiiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay alay ko sa yo&lt;br /&gt;Panalangin ng isang hamak na katulad ko&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay alay ko sa yo&lt;br /&gt;Awiting kinakanta ng puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagpala ang makilala ka&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang dahilan ng aking paghinga&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng ito'y wala kundi dahil sa yo&lt;br /&gt;Di masusukat ang iyong puso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa kabila ng lahat&lt;br /&gt;Ika'y aking nakakalimutan&lt;br /&gt;At sa oras ng kahinaan di ka nangiiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay alay ko sa yo&lt;br /&gt;Panalangin ng isang hamak na katulad ko&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay alay ko sa yo&lt;br /&gt;Awiting kinakanta ng puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay alay ko sa yo&lt;br /&gt;Panalangin ng isang hamak na katulad ko&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay alay ko sa yo&lt;br /&gt;Ganap na pagsuko sa piling mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-5850480625297785184?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5850480625297785184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5850480625297785184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5850480625297785184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5850480625297785184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/11/kamikazee-alay_26.html' title='Kamikazee - &quot;Alay&quot;'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2326933819476868193</id><published>2010-11-25T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:24:16.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 years'/><title type='text'>Longing it for 3 Years</title><content type='html'>Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;I have no intention to write it in my blog, for your own good or personal preference.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, even though I don't write it, I know that you know how I exactly feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From driving to school, having my class, driving home, lying in my bed, I can't help myself but to be quiet, stare out of nowhere, and just thinking of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you really do like my present. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Please take care of it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2326933819476868193?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2326933819476868193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2326933819476868193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2326933819476868193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2326933819476868193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/11/longing-it-for-3-years.html' title='Longing it for 3 Years'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2445129302414030951</id><published>2010-11-24T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:02:22.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose to nose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david dy'/><title type='text'>David Dy and Me (Nose 2 Nose)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-70a66c87d9eea75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D070a66c87d9eea75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2627A22D3A7DA4B448A652486EB02E4A7635D0E6.7E58D8C55773DDEDD73AEB0DA435E4274A4C0F7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70a66c87d9eea75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH_7KFkS6ImUtTiO-0hycodJ4yR4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D070a66c87d9eea75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2627A22D3A7DA4B448A652486EB02E4A7635D0E6.7E58D8C55773DDEDD73AEB0DA435E4274A4C0F7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70a66c87d9eea75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH_7KFkS6ImUtTiO-0hycodJ4yR4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This what happens when you've got nothing to do. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's wearing yellow shirt, while the other is David.&lt;br /&gt;For clearer/better version, here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1456925072151"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch this with sounds on for more fun..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TO0kBU9sLmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/k6sFCn7snZo/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TO0kBU9sLmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/k6sFCn7snZo/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543126321588874850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2445129302414030951?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2445129302414030951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2445129302414030951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2445129302414030951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2445129302414030951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/11/david-dy-and-me-nose-2-nose.html' title='David Dy and Me (Nose 2 Nose)'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TO0kBU9sLmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/k6sFCn7snZo/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-859576638472066747</id><published>2010-11-19T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:18:51.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Self Haircut^^</title><content type='html'>Well, since another big day is coming next week, I decided to cut my own hair.&lt;br /&gt;I used scissors, :).. Adik? hehe.. The reason I did it, was that if go to barber shop, I don't look good in new haircut "mode"; or some sort of like that, so like I said earlier, I cut my own hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my bathroom, in front my mirror, handling a scissor, and bit by bit cutting my hair.. Somehow, I've got a feeling that I've over do it.. o.0 Oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope it will be good on that day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-859576638472066747?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/859576638472066747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=859576638472066747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/859576638472066747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/859576638472066747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/11/self-haircut.html' title='Self Haircut^^'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6655168468955545615</id><published>2010-10-10T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T05:57:55.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I found this while surfing the net, credits to the one who said it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love? It's kind of complicated, but I'll tell you this; the second you're willing to make yourself miserable to make someone happy, that's love right there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/likeitlikeit/34821"&gt;I really like this quote.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6655168468955545615?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6655168468955545615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6655168468955545615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6655168468955545615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6655168468955545615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-511529914738031481</id><published>2010-10-05T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:06:07.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabi na'/><title type='text'>Hai naman..</title><content type='html'>Sabi na, napakawalang kwenta ko talagang lalake.&lt;div&gt;Napakawalang kwenta ko talagang bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napakawalang kwenta ko talagang ex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napakawalang kwenta ko talagang anak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napakawalang kwenta kong kaibigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napakawalang kwenta kong estudyante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TKshBKsfCXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qJRph5jLS48/s1600/guide_unlucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TKshBKsfCXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qJRph5jLS48/s320/guide_unlucky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524545671834569074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samahan mo pa ng &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;napakawalang kwentang magulang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walang kwentang schedule,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walang kwentang less than 5 hrs na tulog araw araw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walang kwentang internet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mga walang kwenta na mayayabang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mga walang kwenta na gusto ka parating pahiyain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walang kwentang katawan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walang kwentang teachers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walang kwentang assignments, quizzes, at exams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walang kwentang puro kamalasan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walang kwentang mga paki-alamero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walang kwentang mga tigyawat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at walang kwentang buhay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SALAMAT HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-511529914738031481?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/511529914738031481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=511529914738031481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/511529914738031481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/511529914738031481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/10/hai-naman.html' title='Hai naman..'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TKshBKsfCXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qJRph5jLS48/s72-c/guide_unlucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2784879358689848091</id><published>2010-08-30T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:57:39.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site'/><title type='text'>PAW Site</title><content type='html'>At last!&lt;div&gt;I was able to start it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://progatwork.weebly.com/"&gt;http://progatwork.weebly.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I'll be able to help a lot of NS players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2784879358689848091?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2784879358689848091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2784879358689848091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2784879358689848091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2784879358689848091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/08/paw-site.html' title='PAW Site'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3034020870628769728</id><published>2010-08-28T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:30:24.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><title type='text'>Term Break</title><content type='html'>Thank God! Term break, I really need this one. After all of the things that I did this past weeks, I'll be able to rest. Well the problem is, I've got nothing to do rather than play Ninja Saga, Frontier Ville, and surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things I'm planning for this 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;1. Study XML, AJAX, and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Creating a web simulation of Ninja Saga's The Kekkai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure when to start #1, but I do hope I'll be able to do it. About #2, I just finished creating the flowchart of the Kekkai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs609.snc3/32037_10150213365195651_137827210650_12739168_8104537_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs609.snc3/32037_10150213365195651_137827210650_12739168_8104537_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kekkai is the 3rd Jounin Exam in Ninja Saga, basically it involves knowing the right runes in the right position. Well, it's kind of hard to explain it, but it's fun and challenging. With free hosting webs like Weebly, I'll be able to open it up to the public, and let it become a source of practice for those players who will be taking up their jounin exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that good in the aesthetic side, but hopefully it will turn up good;&lt;div&gt;and hopefully, I will be able to create it.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3034020870628769728?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3034020870628769728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3034020870628769728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3034020870628769728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3034020870628769728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/08/term-break.html' title='Term Break'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-1144783973540317020</id><published>2010-08-18T03:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T05:20:31.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random happenings'/><title type='text'>Random Happenings</title><content type='html'>This term is one of my worst term that happened in the history of my life in DLSC (De La Salle - Canlubang, my current school).&lt;br /&gt;My car was broken, my laptop was broken, and I need to finish 2 projects that will be submitted next week. Well, I'm kinda happy because my car is now ok, and also my laptop. I would really like to thank my mom for helping me a lot, as in A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, one of my project is half finish, I just need to consolidate it with my partner, and hopefully were done. Though, I'm worried with the other one. Geez, my professor really put us in a panic mode, and we can't even do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm scared. Many people in DLSC are already angry at me, worst case scenario, if I fail this subject and they also fail, then majority of them would be angry at me. Seriously, I don't care if I fail in that subject, what I care the most, is what my group mates would look at me, when all of us fail. Bet some of them will think that they fail because of me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TGvP9HojRzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3cYnqiMXNSo/s1600/cre8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TGvP9HojRzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3cYnqiMXNSo/s320/cre8.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506723618318665522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't barely keep up with me studies. C'mon pete, what's happening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would be given a wish now, I guess it would be let all of my group mates pass, and I'll take the place of failing. I'm more concerned on how my group mates treat me, rather than having a passing grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-1144783973540317020?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/1144783973540317020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=1144783973540317020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1144783973540317020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/1144783973540317020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-happenings.html' title='Random Happenings'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TGvP9HojRzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3cYnqiMXNSo/s72-c/cre8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3653501876822947828</id><published>2010-08-04T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T04:57:56.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school problem'/><title type='text'>3 Weeks Left!!</title><content type='html'>Oh God.. &lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to do. I have so many projects that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that I only have 3 weeks left!! 3 weeks before submission!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I really hate those professors who always give assignments and quizzes. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOUR PROBLEM!! I can't even start my projects; not even one line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.computerbasics.ca/images/Help%20key.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.computerbasics.ca/images/Help%20key.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this subject on where I have to create an html pages; where HTML, CSS, PHP, Javascript, and many more, are incorporated. Well it is a group project, but seriously, I feel I'm the only one again who's going to work with this one. -_- &lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you, please please work with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt on you can't seem to move forward because something is still lacking? Feeling of you can't seem to do a task because you haven't talk it yet with your group mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason on why I'm able to write this blog now. Well thanks because I've done some of the things that are needed to be finished. Still, I have a lot of major works to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not concern of failing, but I'M CONCERN OF BEING DELAYED 1 YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is this subject who I thought it is 100% related in my course. THE HELL??!! It's all about management!! I'm not against my professor, I have nothing to do with him, it's just that his exams are damn hard, his projects are damn hard! My group can't even properly move because were having a hard time coping with our professors requirements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks left and I have 2 paper works, as in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ppppppaaaaaaaaaaaapppppeeeerrr wwwwwwwoooooorrrrkkkksssssss&lt;/span&gt;; and 2 program, as in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;prrrrrrrrroooooooogggrrraaaaaamssssssss&lt;/span&gt; to finish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these problems, I'm feeling that I'm being left behind. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3653501876822947828?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3653501876822947828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3653501876822947828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3653501876822947828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3653501876822947828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-weeks-left.html' title='3 Weeks Left!!'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-4853669526662855859</id><published>2010-07-04T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T05:45:17.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance of fujin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison collide wave'/><title type='text'>Hope I Did the Right Thing</title><content type='html'>After a week of computations and experiences..&lt;br /&gt;I bought Dance of Fujin (DoF) for my main - JinnWeller, and Prison Collide Wave (PCW) for my supporter - LadyRinoa; replacing Sexy Jutsu and Mud Golem Fist, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TDCCHigCfoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sWIi4QTf6-Q/s1600/dance+of+fujin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TDCCHigCfoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sWIi4QTf6-Q/s400/dance+of+fujin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490031011796516482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I'm able to see the difference now more clearly, rather than plain theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TDCCHXo3X9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/2hV4duYWbvg/s1600/prison+colliding+wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TDCCHXo3X9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/2hV4duYWbvg/s400/prison+colliding+wave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490031008880746450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also good that PCW's bug is now fixed. Both skills are indeed worth it of being a token skill. This made me easy killing the current bosses in the Haunted House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-4853669526662855859?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/4853669526662855859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=4853669526662855859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4853669526662855859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4853669526662855859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/07/hope-i-did-right-thing.html' title='Hope I Did the Right Thing'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TDCCHigCfoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sWIi4QTf6-Q/s72-c/dance+of+fujin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-663210945405241491</id><published>2010-07-01T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:18:03.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skills'/><title type='text'>Can't Decide</title><content type='html'>Ninja Saga (NS) just released the level 30 token skills last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So many skills, but there are only 8 slots&lt;/span&gt;. That was one of the words I heard in NS' forums, which is actually true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm having a problem in both of my characters.&lt;br /&gt;Token is not a problem, thank God for providing me enough money for this game.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is what will be my skill rooster with so many skills to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already my 3rd day of calculating what skills I need to buy; but I'm still not sure if it is worth it, or will I be able to use it frequently. I've done boss battle many times for my calculations, and yet, I'm still troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start of with my main, a Fire - Thunder - Wind, JinnWeller.&lt;br /&gt;Jinn is F - T - Wi (3F : 1T) during missions; and Wi - F - T (pure Wi) during boss battle. I'm not interested in clan wars and pvp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JinnWeller's skills during missions is not a problem. I don't need Fire Energy Excitation since it's not that worth it. He's skills are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fire Power&lt;br /&gt;2. Lightning Charge&lt;br /&gt;3. Lightning Flash&lt;br /&gt;4. Feather Illusion&lt;br /&gt;5. Blade of Wind&lt;br /&gt;6. and 3 highest damaging Fire skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need Dance of Fujin during my missions, because I'm able to finish it off in a short matter of time. I don't need Wind Peace since my stat allocations is 3F : 1T.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I don't have a problem during missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have a problem is during boss battle. As of now, Jinn's skills during boss battle are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hellfire&lt;br /&gt;2. Feather Illusion (Tengu) / Lightning Shock / Spirit Touch&lt;br /&gt;3. Serene Mind&lt;br /&gt;4. Evasion&lt;br /&gt;5. Lightning Flash&lt;br /&gt;6. Wind Blade Extension&lt;br /&gt;7. Moon Cleave&lt;br /&gt;8. Sexy Jutsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether to buy Dance of Fujin and Wind Peace for boss battle. At the same time, I don't know what skills to replace. Actually I'm able to win all boss battle, even without the said skills. But I want to boost my character for flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my 2nd account, which is a supporter. LadyRinoa an Earth - Water - Fire (full E) ninja. Her main purpose is to support JinnWeller during boss battle. Her skills are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Golem Protection&lt;br /&gt;2. Embrace of Golem&lt;br /&gt;3. Refresh Rank 5&lt;br /&gt;4. Refresh Rank 4&lt;br /&gt;5. Water Bundle&lt;br /&gt;6. Hellfire&lt;br /&gt;7. Serene Mind&lt;br /&gt;8. Mud Golem Fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having second thoughts whether to buy Prison Colliding Wave and Shield of Suiten.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I also don't know what skills to replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I buy Shield of Suiten, I would have multiple "healing - like" skills. Mainly, 2 Refresh and Embrace of Golem. It's not also advisable to buy Prison Colliding Wave because there is still bug in that skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai....&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to do.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll just have to do a lot of battle for experience, and hopefully to be able to have a good decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-663210945405241491?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/663210945405241491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=663210945405241491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/663210945405241491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/663210945405241491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-decide.html' title='Can&apos;t Decide'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-5460093557547510591</id><published>2010-06-25T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T05:02:08.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two is better than one'/><title type='text'>Two Is Better Than One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nunuadzanu.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/two_is_better_than_one_mp3_ringtone_download_boys_like_girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://nunuadzanu.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/two_is_better_than_one_mp3_ringtone_download_boys_like_girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.. I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;But I'll figure it out&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-5460093557547510591?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/5460093557547510591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=5460093557547510591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5460093557547510591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/5460093557547510591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two Is Better Than One'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8837136971935204148</id><published>2010-06-24T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:29:41.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><title type='text'>Too Much Excitement</title><content type='html'>I feel sorry for my NS friends. Before you judge me, here's my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the passing the final Jounin exam, I got excited and took the mission - Filial Piety. That is a special mission that was released by Ninja Saga (NS). If you finished that mission, you will automatically level up, no matter what your level is. And it is released everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A level 40 ninja has 100k+ needed experience; if I'm going to do it manually, it will take me days, because I'm such a busy person - as in SUPER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I took the mission right after the exam, is that, it's a special mission. It's not going to be always there. Sooner or later, NS will remove it. So I took the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, right after I did it, I saw this thread in NS' forums that they can't recruit their friends because their already level 41! Then I go - "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shocks! What the hell I just did!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LadyRinoa is an Earth - Water - Fire user, mainly for supporting especially for this exam, and the like. Right after I noticed that Jounin Exam Part 4 was totally hard, I released LadyRinoa to the public. Letting my 2nd account to accept friends, especially free users, so that they can pass part 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the tragic happen (the 41). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry guys. I didn't do it intentionally. If you think that I'm selfish, go ahead. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But don't you think, why would I be selfish if I released LadyRinoa to all of you, right after the release of Part 4?? Which means, I would also like to help you in Part 5.&lt;/span&gt; Though like I said, I got excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm sorry guys, I'll take the blame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that this happened, when the level 60 exam will be released, then atleast, I know now what to do. Hope when that time comes, I'll help you again, and I won't do the same mistake I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all of my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8837136971935204148?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8837136971935204148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8837136971935204148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8837136971935204148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8837136971935204148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-much-excitement.html' title='Too Much Excitement'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3567504360714179648</id><published>2010-06-23T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:20:04.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tensai jounin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><title type='text'>Tensai Jounin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHNgexRpfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9KNaRr5N43Y/s1600/jounin5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHNgexRpfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9KNaRr5N43Y/s400/jounin5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485891779013223922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jounin Exam Part 5, entitled - The Orochi, is about to hunt &amp;amp; seal Yamata, the Giant Snake, one of the 4 Wicked Beasts in the world of ninja! The final exam was released around 3 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHNC1FhjAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LNsDBynwLBI/s1600/TJOrochi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHNC1FhjAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LNsDBynwLBI/s400/TJOrochi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485891269607656450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHNqycXZHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_YnkgJLO9j4/s1600/TJOrochi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHNqycXZHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_YnkgJLO9j4/s400/TJOrochi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485891956092920946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first battle, when I was able to half the hp of Orochi, the game suddenly went victory. I was really surprised and confused, because Orochi is not yet dead, but it's victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happened is that, Kyotaro and Modu (which looks like Hidan and Kakuzu in Naruto, respectively), two S - Class ninjas who also wants Orochi, suddenly appear, and they fight us. I was shocked, because I have to battle those two ninjas, and at the same time, Orochi! Wew, it was hard, and I got defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I checked in the forums if somebody already won; and there was. I read the thread, and one said that, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you only need to kill Orochi, you don't have to kill the other 2 ninjas, just stun/delay them&lt;/span&gt;". So in my 2nd attempt, that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHN-le9jII/AAAAAAAAAUk/b4kmo1xM52c/s1600/JOrochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHN-le9jII/AAAAAAAAAUk/b4kmo1xM52c/s400/JOrochi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485892296211532930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was able to defeat them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if I didn't checked the forums, I might use my tokens in buying Dance of Fujin and Shield of Sutein; because I at first,I was also focusing on the 2 S - Class ninjas, and I noticed that they have a tight defense. Wew, it's really a blessing that I saw the thread. Atleast I was able to save up 800 tokens (now that a lot!^^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHOSULmyxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JsNKhel8MCU/s1600/tjounin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHOSULmyxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JsNKhel8MCU/s400/tjounin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485892635164330770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHOKiX0GpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HyxYJaXCaOM/s1600/Jounin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHOKiX0GpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HyxYJaXCaOM/s400/Jounin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485892501534677650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast! I'm now a Tensai Jounin! Well my main is.. but my second account is only Jounin. Though it's alright, atleast I was able to pass the exam. I can't wait for my prizes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3567504360714179648?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3567504360714179648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3567504360714179648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3567504360714179648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3567504360714179648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/06/tensai-jounin.html' title='Tensai Jounin'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TCHNgexRpfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9KNaRr5N43Y/s72-c/jounin5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-527749336169463937</id><published>2010-06-20T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T05:16:32.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jounin exam'/><title type='text'>Challenging Jounin Exam Part 4</title><content type='html'>Ninja Saga's Jounin Exam part 4 was released last June 19.&lt;br /&gt;The 4th exam was about testing your leadership. If one dies, then it's game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TB4Ejv73gsI/AAAAAAAAATs/tZeFsS6PCVo/s1600/shikigami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TB4Ejv73gsI/AAAAAAAAATs/tZeFsS6PCVo/s400/shikigami.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484826408393343682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this exam, we are going to fight with 3 monsters who can use all of the elements; and they receive an extra buffs, every time the floor color will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the said exam was open, I immediately take the exam, even though there was still no advice in the forums. Which really gave me a hard time, because I don't know yet their full capabilities. While battling with the Shikigamis, I noticed that the floor color is changing; and every time it changes, the same Shikigami Element receives buffs. That's when I have the idea on delaying the Shikigami, depending on the floor element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a hard time in this one. This exam tested my patience, strategy thinking, analysis, multi-tasking computing, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have a hard time, because I didn't know that when the certain Shikigami gets buffs, the other Shikigami, that is the weakness of the floor color, will have low defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TB4EV_mWFJI/AAAAAAAAATc/z1JJLPSNGtY/s1600/jinnweller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TB4EV_mWFJI/AAAAAAAAATc/z1JJLPSNGtY/s400/jinnweller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484826172079871122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TB4E0fG7lAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uwj0yESC7Pc/s1600/ladyrinoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TB4E0fG7lAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uwj0yESC7Pc/s400/ladyrinoa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484826695934120962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After amost 3-5 hours of fighting these monsters, thank God I was able to beat them. Thanks to my 2nd account, which is a supporter - LadyRinoa; and a good friend FullMetalBayabas, a.k.a. Rey Ilangos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 4th part really gives my the chills. You know why? This exam is seriously hard, what else more for the final part? The final exam will be released this June 22. Like what Naruto is always saying - "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll never give up! That is my ninja way.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-527749336169463937?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/527749336169463937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=527749336169463937' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/527749336169463937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/527749336169463937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/06/challenging-jounin-exam-part-4.html' title='Challenging Jounin Exam Part 4'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TB4Ejv73gsI/AAAAAAAAATs/tZeFsS6PCVo/s72-c/shikigami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8973462958569265142</id><published>2010-06-14T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:19:21.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladyrinoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skills'/><title type='text'>LadyRinoa's Skills</title><content type='html'>In my previous blog, I said that LadyRinoa is an Earth - Water - Fire user. I created her to be a support type for my main, mainly for boss fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBbWjC_JNfI/AAAAAAAAATM/kCg575WFkWo/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBbWjC_JNfI/AAAAAAAAATM/kCg575WFkWo/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482805493955638770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her current skills are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Refresh (Rank 4)&lt;br /&gt;2. Refresh (Rank 5)&lt;br /&gt;3. Water Bundle&lt;br /&gt;4. Golem Protection&lt;br /&gt;5. Embrace of Golem&lt;br /&gt;6. Mud Golem Fist&lt;br /&gt;7. Hellfire&lt;br /&gt;8. Rage of Yama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recruited LadyRinoa for boss fight, she performed well. Though the next day, she was get killed. That's why I'm thinking of changing some of her skills. Right now, I'm thinking of replacing Mud Golem Fist and Rage of Yama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I don't want to remove Mud Fist Golem because my main is Earth, and I want to have atleast one offensive skill. My main concern is about Rage of Yama. It's a good skill, even though I'm being troubled. I was thinking of replacing it with Shield of Sutein, which take damage by CP instead of HP for 3 turns (Ratio: 1CP = 2HP). Though it will cost me again another 400 tokens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still calculating the possibilities that Rage of Yama is somehow good, to preserve my tokens. Though when all else fails, then I'll buy Shield of Sutien. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8973462958569265142?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8973462958569265142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8973462958569265142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8973462958569265142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8973462958569265142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/06/ladyrinoas-skills.html' title='LadyRinoa&apos;s Skills'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBbWjC_JNfI/AAAAAAAAATM/kCg575WFkWo/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-3039282919859483059</id><published>2010-06-13T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:42:30.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powers of ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand to chip'/><title type='text'>Chips</title><content type='html'>During our Computer Architecture class, our professor showed us 2 videos which really amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GQmtITMdas"&gt;From sand to chip - How a CPU is made&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7xwu2i0mMU"&gt;Powers of 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-3039282919859483059?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/3039282919859483059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=3039282919859483059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3039282919859483059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/3039282919859483059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/06/chips.html' title='Chips'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-8147413247212104748</id><published>2010-06-13T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:53:38.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedian'/><title type='text'>Comedian</title><content type='html'>I want to be a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have the same humor like Russell Peters and Gabriel Iglesias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nn5jlrxcpkI"&gt;Russell Peters - Beating Your Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-ruZ7zad8g"&gt;"Chocolate Cake Made Me Late" - Gabriel Iglesias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-8147413247212104748?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/8147413247212104748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=8147413247212104748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8147413247212104748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/8147413247212104748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/06/comedian.html' title='Comedian'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6103758485280675355</id><published>2010-06-13T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:43:00.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja saga'/><title type='text'>My Ninja Saga Characters</title><content type='html'>Atlast! I have completed my dream to have a supporter for my main character. I have 2 Ninja Saga characters, both are emblem users. They are on a separate accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: JinnWeller&lt;br /&gt;Element: Fire - Thunder - Wind&lt;br /&gt;Pet: Keiko&lt;br /&gt;Account Info: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=1312393405"&gt;Main Account&lt;/a&gt; - main Facebook account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTGqTGrp6I/AAAAAAAAARc/R5C9tHaJQqg/s1600/profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTGqTGrp6I/AAAAAAAAARc/R5C9tHaJQqg/s400/profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482225076401842082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTH35v9bTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hioh_ZEwhgE/s1600/pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTH35v9bTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hioh_ZEwhgE/s400/pet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482226409625447730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This character suits my personality very well. I like Fire and Thunder; actually I dreamed of this to be my powers. With the wind's bleeding skills, I'm able to boost my damages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTH3HzGTqI/AAAAAAAAARk/6SALC4VeflY/s1600/gear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTH3HzGTqI/AAAAAAAAARk/6SALC4VeflY/s400/gear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482226396216839842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTH3ePLIgI/AAAAAAAAARs/S8oAAss-USA/s1600/skills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTH3ePLIgI/AAAAAAAAARs/S8oAAss-USA/s400/skills.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482226402240176642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: LadyRinoa&lt;br /&gt;Element: Earth - Water - Fire&lt;br /&gt;Pet: Suzu&lt;br /&gt;Account Info: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000767773232&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Second Account&lt;/a&gt; - separate Facebook account, because I'll be using this as my supporter for my main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTI7rroE3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/FygiSmP9Trc/s1600/profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTI7rroE3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/FygiSmP9Trc/s400/profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482227574080279410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created LadyRinoa with 70% boss and 30% mission supporter. Actually, I was thinking of choosing between Fire or Thunder as my 3rd element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTI8JjvUoI/AAAAAAAAASE/HncalaI5u58/s1600/pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTI8JjvUoI/AAAAAAAAASE/HncalaI5u58/s400/pet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482227582100263554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Thunder, I'll be like a stun-locker with the help of Lightning Flash and Lightning Shock. Though sometimes with my recruits, it's like my delay is highly possible to be  put to waste, because of being over written by the delay skills. Just imagine my main character or other recruit will cast a delay skill, then suddenly LadyRinoa will just do again a delay skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTI8PkGQfI/AAAAAAAAASM/4OF8d1zyJUI/s1600/gear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTI8PkGQfI/AAAAAAAAASM/4OF8d1zyJUI/s400/gear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482227583712379378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fire, I noticed that I lack in damages in boss fights. Hellfire as of now is the number one skill for killing bosses. Since I'm the only one who's using Hellfire, it'll take many turns before I can activate the skill again. That's the reason why I choose Fire as her 3rd element. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTI8Ztg-2I/AAAAAAAAASU/-YmHQZP7aRw/s1600/skills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTI8Ztg-2I/AAAAAAAAASU/-YmHQZP7aRw/s400/skills.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482227586436234082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I was able to choose the right element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja Saga is still in Alpha stage, and as of now, they opened the 1st and 2nd Jounin Exam. My main and supporter already got 2 and 1 badges respectively. I hope that my hardwork will pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tensai Jounin, here I come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6103758485280675355?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6103758485280675355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6103758485280675355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6103758485280675355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6103758485280675355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/06/ns-characters.html' title='My Ninja Saga Characters'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/TBTGqTGrp6I/AAAAAAAAARc/R5C9tHaJQqg/s72-c/profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2283023757704077716</id><published>2010-06-05T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T03:55:10.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Wala akong magawa, kaya nag-photoshop muna ako.&lt;div&gt;Dati akong signature creator, kaya ayun, gumawa muna ako ng sig., kahit alam kong hindi ko din magagamit.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ito yung kinalabasan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="'http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/2439/programmersatwork.gif'" border="'0'/" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yung parang white sa gilid ay background color iyan, para kunwari ay invisible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinag-based ko kasi yung sa isang forums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2283023757704077716?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2283023757704077716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2283023757704077716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2283023757704077716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2283023757704077716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/06/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2452156303975471437</id><published>2010-05-19T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:11:06.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katamad'/><title type='text'>Nakakatamad</title><content type='html'>Nakakatamad pala mag blog..^^&lt;br /&gt;Haha, siguro, "it's just not my style".&lt;br /&gt;Papauwi na ulit ako sa Pilipinas, kahit ayaw ko pa, wala na ako magagawa, dahil pasukan na din. Nag-enjoy talaga ako dito. Hopefully, mag-stay na ako sa Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Sana nga lang ma-receive na namin yung papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ko lang nalaman, na pwede pala ma-deactivate ang Friendster, Multiply, at Blogspot account, ng parang katulad sa Facebook. Bale kaninang umaga, official ng dini-activate ko ang Friendster at Multiply account ko. Wala lang. Hindi ko rin naman ginagamit. Kaya dinilete ko na lang, tutal, may mga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nakiki-osyo-so&lt;/span&gt; lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, hindi ko na muna I-dedelete itong blogspot ko.&lt;br /&gt;Saka na lang siguro, may side ko kasi, na sinasabi na huwag muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, sana dito na lang talaga ako sa Canada..&lt;br /&gt;Wew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige blogspot, next time na lang ulit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.salem-news.com/stimg/march042008/blog_cartoon.350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.salem-news.com/stimg/march042008/blog_cartoon.350.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2452156303975471437?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2452156303975471437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2452156303975471437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2452156303975471437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2452156303975471437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/05/nakakatamad.html' title='Nakakatamad'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6594796046373817601</id><published>2010-04-19T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:43:01.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ty Lord'/><title type='text'>Thank You Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panhala.net/Archive/this%20amazing%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.panhala.net/Archive/this%20amazing%20day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you talaga Lord sa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, napakaswerte ko. Itong buong term na ito, ay sobrang na stress ako. Sa sobrang dami ng ginagawa, halos pasuko na ako. Pero grabe, buti na lang talaga, ay nagpatuloy pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;Hirap na hirap ako sa DATAMAN at SOFTMET. Pero ngayon, ok na ako! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Blessing talaga!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you po sobra!&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko sigurado kung papasa ako, pero kahit paano, ay mas magaan na ang pakiramdam ko. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6594796046373817601?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6594796046373817601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6594796046373817601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6594796046373817601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6594796046373817601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank You Lord'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-9104063499111786000</id><published>2010-04-13T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:21:37.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i phone'/><title type='text'>I Want iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kottkegae.appspot.com/images/iphone-parallels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 209px;" src="http://kottkegae.appspot.com/images/iphone-parallels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/video/video.php?v=110353295658232"&gt;Click me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the guitar..^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-9104063499111786000?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/9104063499111786000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=9104063499111786000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/9104063499111786000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/9104063499111786000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-iphone.html' title='I Want iPhone'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6539318282107499632</id><published>2010-04-12T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T05:54:26.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods'/><title type='text'>Gusto Kong Kainin</title><content type='html'>Hai, gusto kong kumain ngayon ng pizza at yung sa Pancake House na cornbeef, hindi ko alam yung pangalan eh, basta yung sa breakfast.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.edupics.com/hungry-t12157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 187px;" src="http://www.edupics.com/hungry-t12157.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman ako gutom, pero gusto ko lang ulit kumain niyon..&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, sobrang na-mimiss ko lang ang lasa, sobrang tagal ko nang hindi nakakatikim nun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag single nga naman, kapag pumapayat sa sobrang stress sa school, humahanap na lang ng saya sa pagkain.^^ Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6539318282107499632?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6539318282107499632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6539318282107499632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6539318282107499632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6539318282107499632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/04/gusto-kong-kainin.html' title='Gusto Kong Kainin'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-4805647412671641313</id><published>2010-04-08T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T05:05:49.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hindi na natapos'/><title type='text'>Hindi Na Natapos</title><content type='html'>Naku naman, dalawang subject, SOFTMET at DATAMAN.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na ako natapos tapos sa project ko diyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kf6nvr.net/blog/archives/images/computing_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.kf6nvr.net/blog/archives/images/computing_stress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang stress out na ako. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na gumagana mga gears ko sa ulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam gagawin ko.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam isusulat ko.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam i-ta-type ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-4805647412671641313?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/4805647412671641313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=4805647412671641313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4805647412671641313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/4805647412671641313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/04/hindi-na-natapos.html' title='Hindi Na Natapos'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-6357306784605877067</id><published>2010-04-07T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:25:04.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one step'/><title type='text'>Hai..</title><content type='html'>One step closer to the grave..&lt;br /&gt;Na-mro-mroblema na nga ako dito, ako pa ang napasama.&lt;br /&gt;Buhay nga naman..&lt;br /&gt;Nahihirapan na ako, pasukong-pasuko na ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man team..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, ang bigat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6400000/cute-anime-boy-__-anime-guys-6433254-362-596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 313px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6400000/cute-anime-boy-__-anime-guys-6433254-362-596.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-6357306784605877067?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/6357306784605877067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=6357306784605877067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6357306784605877067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/6357306784605877067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/04/hai.html' title='Hai..'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949364839580945445.post-2070978201249272417</id><published>2010-03-31T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:37:53.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french vanilla cappuccino'/><title type='text'>French Vanilla Cappuccino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/S7Qwj4xf2jI/AAAAAAAAAQw/G_e3nFhWL1Q/s1600/DSC07461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/S7Qwj4xf2jI/AAAAAAAAAQw/G_e3nFhWL1Q/s320/DSC07461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455038441746061874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang pinakamasarap na kape na natikman ko sa buong buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang tikim ko nito ay nung nagpadala si Ate Yvan ng isang lata, nung umuwi ang tatay ko.&lt;br /&gt;Wala kasi nito sa Pilipinas, sa ibang bansa lang meron nito, katulad ng Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Mabibili ito sa Tim Hortons, kung baga ay Starbucks dito sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga relatives kasi kami sa Canada, tapos ay nagbakasyon sila ngayon dito sa Pilipinas, kaya pinasalubungan narin nila ako.&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat ako kasi dalawang lata yung binigay sa akin!&lt;br /&gt;Ayos! Hehe, susulitin ko talaga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMBA ang sarap nito, bawat higop mo, ay parang nasa ibang bansa kana rin.^^&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat talaga kina Tita Poten at Ate Rosalie sa pasalubong nila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949364839580945445-2070978201249272417?l=jayagno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/feeds/2070978201249272417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2949364839580945445&amp;postID=2070978201249272417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2070978201249272417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949364839580945445/posts/default/2070978201249272417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayagno.blogspot.com/2010/03/french-vanilla-cappuccino.html' title='French Vanilla Cappuccino'/><author><name>Jay Agno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05717868961115415366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlCFRQXVwpA/Tb6hJGPeq1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/JteaITh0jt8/s1600/222462_170386446347884_100001295883495_371425_5331173_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-4_4iYb2pk/S7Qwj4xf2jI/AAAAAAAAAQw/G_e3nFhWL1Q/s72-c/DSC07461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
