<?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-27531087</id><updated>2012-02-11T03:06:18.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless: My Revelations</title><subtitle type='html'>Heart, Soul, Mind: Clueless' Secrets Revealed</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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internethttp://&lt;a href="http://tiz.co.kr/easywork.php?ohotmailID=2ya4"&gt;tiz.co.kr/easywork.php?ohotmailID=2ya4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-7732459577929554337?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/7732459577929554337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=7732459577929554337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/7732459577929554337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/7732459577929554337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2012/02/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look what i found'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-3060652801174373771</id><published>2012-02-10T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T03:20:12.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try it out for yourself</title><content type='html'>You should really reconsider your occupation after reading this article.&lt;a href="http://taxicollectif.fr/easywork.php?yluckyid=05am1"&gt;http://taxicollectif.fr/easywork.php?yluckyid=05am1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-3314146922818135856</id><published>2008-11-11T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:08:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've moved..</title><content type='html'>This may be my last post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to import every past post to my new &lt;a href="http://tynne.blogmaestro.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come &amp; check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been great. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-3314146922818135856?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/3314146922818135856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=3314146922818135856&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/3314146922818135856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/3314146922818135856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-moved.html' title='i&apos;ve moved..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-839063310253898260</id><published>2008-06-29T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:35:00.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the talk/goodbye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;kinda tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Love Song - &lt;em&gt;Sara Bareilles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;he said he was leaving&lt;br /&gt;she asked him to stay&lt;br /&gt;he told her to forget him&lt;br /&gt;she answered, ‘no way’..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started to walk away&lt;br /&gt;she followed him just the same&lt;br /&gt;he said there’s nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;she whispered, ‘say my name’..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he turned and saw her standing there&lt;br /&gt;she looked as if she’s gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;he took a step closer to her&lt;br /&gt;she couldn’t look him in the eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hugged her, before it was too late&lt;br /&gt;she held him close and heard him sigh&lt;br /&gt;he then let her go and turned away&lt;br /&gt;she watched his back and whispered, ‘goodbye’..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sometimes, all that she needs is a proper goodbye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-839063310253898260?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/839063310253898260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=839063310253898260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/839063310253898260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/839063310253898260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/talkgoodbye.html' title='the talk/goodbye..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-3622834143255642460</id><published>2008-06-22T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:02:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>これはさようならない。</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;glad &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;slash &lt;/span&gt;sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Graduation - &lt;em&gt;Vitamin C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been one of the best, at the same time saddest, news I have ever received. Megz and Rose are finally going to Japan . For Megz, I know it was what he wanted for almost all his life, and I’m just so happy it’s finally come true. For Rose, always the achiever, this is the best opportunity for her to fulfill everything she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a month and a half, the news was finally sinking in. I was finally coming into terms that my ‘neighbors’ won’t be my neighbors anymore. For how long, I don’t know. I was getting myself used to idea, when I found out that a third person is leaving too. Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when it hit me. I lost to Japan . Japan single-handedly made me cry. But of course, being the big girl that I am &lt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cue in Big Girls Don’t Cry by Fergie ü&lt;/span&gt;&gt;, I learned to accept the reality. Now, I couldn’t be any happier. My friends are finally following their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Megz&lt;/span&gt;. I know it had been his lifelong dream to step into the Land of the Rising Sun. I’m like a proud mama seeing her son off to college. No more teddy-bear hugs in quite a long while. What used to be a Tokyo Tokyo (or Greenwich or KFC or Jollibee) dinner for two will be just for one. Til our next date. I’m so looking forward to it already.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;. She’s a step closer to reaching her goals. Our very own &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little Miss Independent&lt;/span&gt; is spreading her wings wider and is set in proving herself to the world. I’m just filled with so much joy I could cry. God speed, and you take care, okay?ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kai&lt;/span&gt;. I always knew she’d be heading off to Japan . I just never thought it would be now. I just feel like I haven’t packed in enough memories that will last me til the next time we see each other. But then again, I know there will always be next time. Have I thanked you enough for everything? Thanks ha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one goes out to three of my closest friends who are embarking in one of their greatest journeys in life yet. Megz, Kai, Rose, this one’s for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私はこれがさようなら、ちょうど後で会うないことを知っている。私は運のベストをそこに有することを望む。私はことを知っている。私は確かに逃すが、覚えるために、私の中心で常に保つ。私は愛する。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-3622834143255642460?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/3622834143255642460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=3622834143255642460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/3622834143255642460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/3622834143255642460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='これはさようならない。'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-4291500701243101421</id><published>2008-06-15T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:58:34.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5ive boyfriend classifications..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;wala lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blog midi&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my parallel world and universe, I have five boyfriend classifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unofficial&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. The not-boyfriend boyfriend. Everybody thinks you’re still too young to get into a relationship, and yet you carry on under the pretense of a close friendship. Why not? The feelings are right. The person is perfect. The love is mutual. It just wasn’t the right time fro the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;peer-pressure&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone else around you are pairing up. The two of you are the odd men out. In a matter of time, they all think you should hook up. You think to yourself, why not? He likes you. You think he’s nice. Might as well get it all over with and make everybody happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he’s-my-destiny&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. Otherwise known as the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we-have-a-lot-of-things-in-common&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend. You share a love for music. You both enjoy being around kids. You have the same birthday. He finds you interesting. You think he’s wonderful. You found your hopeless/ful romantic match in him. And there you are, wrapped up in your match-made-in-heaven love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bad-boy &lt;/span&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. He’s everything you ever wanted. Not. He’s the antithesis everyone expects you to end up with. Your friends are wary that you’re loving dangerously. Your parents are disapproving, yet you figure, you’re big enough to know what you want. He brings out the wild, rebel girl in you. you’re both head-over-heels in loved with each other. You think to yourself, this is the most fun you’ve ever had in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pseudo &lt;/span&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. Nope. Entirely different from the first classification. This time, there’s no expressive declarations of commitment. No certainty. No security. Just lots of confusing affection, and love and comfort subject for misinterpretation. A big misrepresentation of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, that's just me. What's yours?ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-4291500701243101421?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/4291500701243101421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=4291500701243101421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/4291500701243101421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/4291500701243101421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/5ive-boyfriend-classifications.html' title='5ive boyfriend classifications..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-4596216580843758850</id><published>2008-06-08T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:16:05.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one night stand..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;contemplative..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Still - &lt;em&gt;Freestyle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why things happen the way they should. I wish I could explain them, but I can’t. I just wish that sometimes, when things happen, I’m not transported back to what used to be. I’m not reminded of a past I’m trying to get over. I’m not forgetting that I’m moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sex &amp; The City&lt;/span&gt;, and there was this kinda cold, windy episode, wherein the guy Carrie was dating opened his coat, and Carrie snuggled to him, as he enveloped her inside. And that was the same thing a certain someone from the past did to me, back when we were just still friends. And I remembered when I told my friends about that, they all thought that it was nice and romantic, while I shrugged it off as something friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I look back at it now. I realize that was the first and last time that had happened to me. In fact, I’ve been in and out of love and relationships, both pseudo and real, yet not one of the guys involved has done the exact same thing to me. I’d like to think that at least, that made them different from one another, proving that I don’t really have a specific type (with that I meant being choosy). But it also made me realize that, I never got to experience again the things that I found surprisingly wonderful and pleasant. Like it was just a one time thing. Some kind of a one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;high school sweetheart&lt;/span&gt; for example. He was the only one who spoiled me with gifts and letters and cards. But he wasn’t able to hug me tight yet comfortable the way my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;certain-someone-from-the-past&lt;/span&gt; did, who took care of me when I got sick, and stayed by my side while I was nursing a painful hangover headache. On the other hand, it seemed like I loved &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;god-named special friend&lt;/span&gt; the longest. He knew me all too well. He made me crazy thinking about him, running through my mind for years, constantly confusing my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, no one has ever made me stay up late til the wee hours of the morning just talking on the phone, in fact, just staying on the phone all night, like the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pseudo-boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; I have loved. I never thought that cheesy Tagalog love songs could be so endearing til he sang them to me. But it was with this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;friend-who-thought-i-was-just-that-for-him&lt;/span&gt; that I learned a lot. Be more accepting, open, and free-spirited. I saw how beautiful life is, even if things don’t always go the way you expect them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay. I can’t totally say no two same things from two different guys ever happened to me. I’ve exchanged phone calls and text messages with most of them. They’ve all whispered sweet nothings and other romantic stuff to me. I’ve had my share of hugs and kisses with them. We’ve gone places where were holding hands and just having fun. In fact, I learned from each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s just this feeling that all they had in common were the generic stuff relationships were made of. I have enjoyed the letters and the gifts, but they all ended the day my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;high school sweetheart&lt;/span&gt; and I ended as well. After my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;certain-someone-from-the-past&lt;/span&gt;, I still got sick from time to time, but no one was taking care of me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sane again after I learned to forget all about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;god-named special friend&lt;/span&gt;. There were no more phone calls keeping me up late after &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pseudo-boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I were over. My phone had since quieted down. Lessons and realizations have stopped consuming me since I got over my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;friend-who-thought-i-was-just-that-for-him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that’s why I treated every little thing they did to me special. Maybe deep inside, I kinda knew I might never feel and experience all those mushy stuff again. I tried my best and hardest to make the moments last longer, but they were over, sooner than I expected. Maybe that’s why I have this momentary flashbacks that temporarily (mostly, for long periods of time) make me wanna turn time around and bring the things I’ve lost and miss back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chances of that, bringing back the past, I mean, ever happening are slim, I know. I guess that’s why I’m forever asking for that someone who would do those things, and I mean all of them, again, for me. Someone who’d remind me how great it feels like to be adored and loved and cared for. Someone who would be more than just a one night stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-4596216580843758850?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/4596216580843758850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=4596216580843758850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/4596216580843758850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/4596216580843758850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-night-stand.html' title='one night stand..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-5480817285843500002</id><published>2008-06-03T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:36:48.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a clean slate.. here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*wala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'm staying here. This is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, i can't afford setting up a new blog account again. I'll just have to fix my Multiply account up so i could post pictures whenever i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I'm staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to come up with decent entries to post here. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-5480817285843500002?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/5480817285843500002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=5480817285843500002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/5480817285843500002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/5480817285843500002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/clean-slate-here.html' title='a clean slate.. here..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-2667709508077322506</id><published>2008-06-01T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:03:41.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a clean slate..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;not in the mood..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*yung midi background ng blog ko*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously considering starting over. A clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone for hours with iRish last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights? Our love&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, the lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, several points were made, several truths realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where do these ideas slash theories fit into this entry? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to gather my thoughts, and come up with a decent, coherent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, i'm off to another &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;-hunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-2667709508077322506?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/2667709508077322506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=2667709508077322506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/2667709508077322506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/2667709508077322506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/clean-slate.html' title='a clean slate..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-2834752890199184294</id><published>2008-03-09T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:19:50.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a realization..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;hmm.. wala lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Human - &lt;em&gt;5ive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some thinking a little while ago, and somehow came to a realization. I guess the reason i haven't had another relationship, after a long time, is that, God couldn't lead that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to me (or me to that someone) yet, is because He doesn't think i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, how can i ask Him for a relationship, when i can't handle my family relationships well? I lose my temper quite easily. My younger brother and i get into fights almost everyday. At times, i snap at my parents, and don't even try to hold my tongue back. When i talk to my big brother over the phone, i get impatient and don't even hide it. I play favorites with my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pamangkin&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can i have a serious relationship when i can't even have a respectful, loving, and harmonious relationship with the people i love, my family? They love me, despite the way i sometimes treat them, but i take their love for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's where i have to set things right first. My family. Then maybe, the next big thing can finally happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-2834752890199184294?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/2834752890199184294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=2834752890199184294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/2834752890199184294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/2834752890199184294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/03/realization.html' title='a realization..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-5997856017769044826</id><published>2008-03-03T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:43:01.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starless night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Big Big World - &lt;em&gt;Emilia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;no star that i can wish upon tonight&lt;br /&gt;a cloudy sky is everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;looking far and beyond for a destined love&lt;br /&gt;asking and praying for a sign from above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping for a glimpse of a smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of a passionate, sweet warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;craving for a gentle touch, a tender kiss&lt;br /&gt;wishing for endless sunshine and eternal bliss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching for a heart that beats only for me&lt;br /&gt;longing for a love that meets more than the eyes could see&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a softly spoken whisper,&lt;br /&gt;an "i love you now, always, and forever!"..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-5997856017769044826?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/5997856017769044826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=5997856017769044826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/5997856017769044826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/5997856017769044826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/03/starless-night.html' title='starless night..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-9063504791986466920</id><published>2008-03-02T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:38:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;hmm.. okay, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Leave Me - &lt;em&gt;New Edition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I've gotten over you.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the feelings i used to have for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it, when i thought i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I got over you, when i said i wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget you, i really had to.&lt;br /&gt;Get over you, was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i was happy when i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy in the short time i had been with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attention you gave had been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;For the affection you showed, i'd treasure dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that i've gotten to know you.&lt;br /&gt;Grateful that in my life, you've been a part too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you, even though you never felt it.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you, even though i didn't show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you, even though i didn't let you know.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you, but it was time for me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you, but i'm over you, finally.&lt;br /&gt;Now, everything about you is nothing, but a memory.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ang sagot sa isang malufhet na &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/03/ka-dramahan.html"&gt;ka-dramahan&lt;/a&gt;.. hehehe!!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-9063504791986466920?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/9063504791986466920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=9063504791986466920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/9063504791986466920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/9063504791986466920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/03/anniversary.html' title='anniversary..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-3969353171722357970</id><published>2008-02-20T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:02:26.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you could see me now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;saya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;O - &lt;em&gt;Omarion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an thought from the book &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If You Could See Me Now&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Cecelia Ahern&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent. You would think as it's so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distact you from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a noise, it's internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loudly your ears ring and your head aches. It thrashes around in your chest like a great white caught in the sea, it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That's what it looks like and that's what it sounds like, thrashing, panicking, trapped, great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that's the thing about love; no one is untouchable. It's as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to a salty sea water, but when it actually breaks, it's silent, you're just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-3969353171722357970?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/3969353171722357970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=3969353171722357970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/3969353171722357970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/3969353171722357970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-could-see-me-now.html' title='if you could see me now..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-8719176016508820033</id><published>2008-02-05T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:50:13.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now that i'm 20..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Love You Til The End - &lt;em&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 24, actually. I guess i just don’t want my age displayed up there in big bold letters. Nwei, i came up with a list that i believe i should be and should do, now that I’m 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24  I should save up. No more unnecessary big-time spending on food and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23  I should be more organized, neat, and orderly with my things. Same goes with my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22  I should learn how to cook. Hmm. Rephrase that, cook better. Rice and fried stuff are so stage 1. Time to level up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21  I should be more patient with my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pamangkin&lt;/span&gt;s and lil bro. No more short-temper, high-pitched voice, and raised eyebrows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20  I should aim higher for my dreams. As they say, dream big, shoot for the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19  I should be more health-conscious. Watch what i eat, exercise more, sleep earlier, and rest when exhausted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18  I should not lie about my age anymore. So what if i’m twenty.. four? Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17  I should be more sensitive of others’ feelings. Sarcasm doesn’t suit well with everybody. More so with frankness and tactlessness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16  I should never put off doing things anymore, just because i think i still have time. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Princess of Procrastination&lt;/span&gt; will just be a title i once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15  I should be more careful with the people whom i should give my trust. Not only do they have the ability to build my character and me as a person, but the power to break me as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14  I should face life’s challenges with courage and determination. Cross the wide &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pres Diosdado Macapagal Ave&lt;/span&gt; if i have to. Travel to distant places on my own. Conquer my fear of insects? In due time.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13  I should be more attentive to the needs of my friends. They’re always there when i’m in need, the least i could do is do the same for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12  I should reconnect myself with the Lord. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11  I should be more thoughtful and caring for my family. When i have none and no one, they’re all i've got.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10  I should always look at the brighter side of life. Trials are meant to make me stronger. Failures are there so i’ll try harder. Experience will make me wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;09  I should be aware of the consequences of the actions and decisions that i choose to make. Now and in the future. On that note,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08  I should never regret a thing i say and do. That was what i wanted, i should stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;07  I should be more open to reconciliations, second chances, and starting over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06  I should not base on first impressions when forming friendships and relationships. Refer to previous thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;05  I should be a better influence and serve as an inspiration to the people around me, in actions, in words, and in principles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04  I should never doubt my abilities. How will others believe in me, if i myself don’t trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;03  I should be fully aware of my responsibilities, as a daughter, sister, aunt, grandchild, niece, cousin, friend, and officemate. I know they depend on me in some ways, so i should serve my purpose in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02  I should live life to the fullest, love like i’ve never loved before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;01  I should be always grateful for all the good things and blessings that come my way. No complaints, just appreciation and contentment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope i'll be able to stick with this, practice all the items, if not, most of it. Time to grow up. And yeah, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to me.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-8719176016508820033?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/8719176016508820033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=8719176016508820033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/8719176016508820033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/8719176016508820033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-that-im-20.html' title='now that i&apos;m 20..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-3058439595495438674</id><published>2007-12-19T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:25:11.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>accidentally in love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;?in loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Clumsy - &lt;em&gt;Fergie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the moment i met you, i knew i'd like you&lt;br /&gt;you're friendly, you're cheerful, you're simple, you're true&lt;br /&gt;though it meant nothing when we were together&lt;br /&gt;given my history, i should've known better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to think more about you&lt;br /&gt;where you are, how you've been, how do you do&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd smile this much again&lt;br /&gt;like this is the happiest that i've ever been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to think much about what could be&lt;br /&gt;of what i see in you, of what you feel for me&lt;br /&gt;still, i can't help wanting you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;i should've known you were an accident, waiting to happen..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-3058439595495438674?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/3058439595495438674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=3058439595495438674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/3058439595495438674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/3058439595495438674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/12/accidentally-in-love.html' title='accidentally in love..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-2288367961280548294</id><published>2007-12-16T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T14:37:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;may hangover pa rin from the other night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;The Sweet Escape - &lt;em&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months PAL-er. Not bad. I survived, when i thought i won't. I'm fast gaining friends. Tama nga sabi ni Ma-an, lunchmate &amp; former CPC president, bondfest galore sa committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i do miss my college friends. Who won't naman diba? For four years, sila kasa-kasama ko, then all of a sudden, i'm thrown into a community filled with unfamiliar faces. Panibagong adjustment. May hesitations sa pagiging totoo sa sarili, for the fear of being misunderstood, unliked, and judged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa talaga. Hindi na nawala-wala yung laging first impression of me. Mataray. Suplada. Masungit. Buti na lang, there were those who made an effort to see past of what they first thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko rin inakala na may makakagaanan agad ako ng loob sa kanila. Yung tipong comfortable ako in their company. Yung hindi ako nagwo-worry na baka ayawan nila yung ako. Masaya lang talaga, kasi there are people i look forward to seeing in the office the next day. I really feel that finally, i belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new life in PAL. A new circle of friends. A new beginning. A new chapter in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;takla talaga.. di na nawala kadramahan ko sa buhay.. hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-2288367961280548294?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/2288367961280548294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=2288367961280548294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/2288367961280548294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/2288367961280548294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally.html' title='finally..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-727034705290535006</id><published>2007-10-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:13:47.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried sick.. again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Bubbly - &lt;em&gt;Colbie Caillat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I never meant for this to happen. I'm sick again. &amp; for no apparent reason. I know what this means, but i refuse to acknowledge that. No. Not now. Not just yet. &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/worried-sick.html"&gt;Oh no.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-727034705290535006?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/727034705290535006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=727034705290535006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/727034705290535006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/727034705290535006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/10/worried-sick-again.html' title='worried sick.. again..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-7617142306414192220</id><published>2007-03-27T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:15:57.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;pagod na ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still up. Can't sleep. Buti na lang, walang pasok bukas, i mean, later, dahil kung hindi, pag nakatulog man ako, di na ako magigising for my 8am class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 months to go before graduation. Na-e-excite ako, na kinakabhan. Sobrang looking forward to it, yet dreading it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm not yet prepared. I don't think i'm even this|close to being ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahirapan pa. So much to do, so little time. It's hard to cram everything in just a day. Gusto ko ng sumuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically strained. Mentally exhausted. Emotionally tired. I'm distressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just give up now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;non-functioning&lt;/span&gt; brain + heavy heart = bad combination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-7617142306414192220?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/7617142306414192220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=7617142306414192220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/7617142306414192220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/7617142306414192220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-well.html' title='oh well..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-7285478125629749936</id><published>2007-03-16T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:29:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged: weird things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Happy Together - &lt;em&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since i was last tagged. I don't mind anyway, since i can't think of a decent entry for now. So here goes. Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I LIKE TUTONG.&lt;/span&gt; I'd rather eat this, than the regular rice, wag lang exag sa tutong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I PREFER DOGS TO CATS.&lt;/span&gt; What's weird is that, wala kaming aso sa bahay. Puro pusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I NAILBITE.&lt;/span&gt; At never ko ng naalis ang habit na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I CAN TALK 500 WPM.&lt;/span&gt; An exaggeration, of course, but i can talk really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I LIKE WATCHING INFOMERCIALS.&lt;/span&gt; I get amazed with all those wonder thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I STILL SLEEP WITH A BABY PILLOW.&lt;/span&gt; Not my baby pillow actually. Baby-sized pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DAYDREAM. A LOT.&lt;/span&gt; When you see me staring off into space, it means i'm in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I AM SCARED OF MASCOTS &amp; CLOWNS.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously. Scares the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WAS BORN A LEFTY.&lt;/span&gt; Then Pa taught me how to be a rightie. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DON'T LIKE HOSPITALS.&lt;/span&gt; Self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; tagged me, and i can't tag her back, i choose: &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;iRish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://augs.i.ph"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://meganekko.i.ph"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://basti.i.ph"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaysonz.multiply.com"&gt;Jayson&lt;/a&gt;, &amp; &lt;a href="http://jnkhalaf.blogspot.com"&gt;PeeKay&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nothing much to share, i guess..&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-7285478125629749936?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/7285478125629749936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=7285478125629749936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/7285478125629749936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/7285478125629749936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-weird-things.html' title='tagged: weird things..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-6025883129814760762</id><published>2007-03-09T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:48:27.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;emotionally drained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;What If - &lt;em&gt;Nina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. It's hard to accept that the person we like, just can't like us back. We justify by saying maybe the other person &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; like us, but on a different degree. Or even up to the point of convincing ourselves that this person may like us too, but just doesn't want to entertain the feeling &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for the fear of ruining a good friendship&lt;/span&gt;. We even think that maybe they do like us, they just don't know that they do, yet. Simply put, we cushion the blow of outright rejection, hopelessness, and hurt by blinding ourselves from the truth. Truth being, this person just doesn't like us. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept? We just can't. Why? Coz it f*ckin' hurts. We'd rather bask in wishful fantasy, than live a painful reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;substitute like with love, whatever suits you..&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-6025883129814760762?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/6025883129814760762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=6025883129814760762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/6025883129814760762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/6025883129814760762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/03/ouch.html' title='ouch..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-5016325593021359363</id><published>2007-03-02T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:42:27.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ka-dramahan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;ala lang.. nagdadrama lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*wala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Makakalimutan din kita.&lt;br /&gt;Makakalimutan ko ring minahal kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit mahirap, pipilitin ko.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit masakit, kakayanin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakalimutan kita, di dahil di na kita mahal, pero dahil yun ang nararapat.&lt;br /&gt;Di dahil mali, pero dahil yun ang mas tama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya din naman ako na minahal kita.&lt;br /&gt;Masaya, na kahit sa maikling panahon, nakasama kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapat na ang mga atensyong ibinuhos mo sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;Tama na rin ang mga pagpapahalagang naipadama mo sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaki ang pasasalamat kong nakilala kita.&lt;br /&gt;Natutuwa ako, dahil sa buhay ko, naging bahagi ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, kahit di mo nararamdaman.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, kahit di mo nalalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, kahit di ko masabi syo.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, pero kelangan ko ng lumayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, pero kakalimutan na kita.&lt;br /&gt;Mananatili ka na lamang sa aking alaala.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hahaha!! andrama ko!! wala lang 'to.. wag masyado magpaniwala..:D&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-5016325593021359363?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/5016325593021359363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=5016325593021359363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/5016325593021359363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/5016325593021359363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/03/ka-dramahan.html' title='ka-dramahan..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-4148057331087130110</id><published>2007-02-15T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:39:01.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's: just another day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;If I Could - &lt;em&gt;Will Downing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img297.imageshack.us/my.php?image=valentines3qd5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/6606/valentines3qd5.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day came and went. And nothing much happened, really. Got greeted by friends. Got a heart-shaped mini pillow-in-a-stick, and a couple of chocolates. Not bad. And a leaf, too,. At least, i got to spend it with my friends *Kai would have also been in the picture had she not left early*. Just a bit sad, spending V-Day for the 5th time in a row, single-ly. Oh well. Who knows what next year would bring? Just have to wait 364(?) days.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-4148057331087130110?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/4148057331087130110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=4148057331087130110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/4148057331087130110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/4148057331087130110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-just-another-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s: just another day..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-117111214184018947</id><published>2007-02-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:37:34.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a year ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sleepy.. real sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Fall For You - &lt;em&gt;Shanice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It has been a year since &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2006/02/over-and-done.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; happened. And as i'm writing this, it doesn't mean i'm still hang up on the past. I'm not. I've moved on. I'm okay now. In fact, i have this grin on my face, that is neither sarcastic nor fake. Why? Let me put it this way, all along, i was kinda wrong with what i thought about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; *me &amp; the not-so-distant past*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never claimed na naging kami. All i know is that, we had a mutual understanding. But apparently, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;naging kami&lt;/span&gt; pala. A couple of nights ago, we talked, i mean YM-ed, and he confirmed, from Oct 30 to that fateful &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2006/02/over-and-done.html"&gt;night&lt;/a&gt;. At syempre, nagulat ako sa nalaman ako. E bakit naman kasi hindi, eh after telling me before that he wasn't ready to have a girlfriend yet, and that having a relationship was the least of his priorities, he considered me pala as his first girlfriend, and in his terms, we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; have a relationship. Nakakatawa at nakakatuwa lang na isiping, di rin naman pala niya binalewala whatever we shared in those three short months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminado rin naman siyang he had his faults, and that he really didn't deserve my love. He asked how i have been since then, and i assured him i'm okay now. I've moved on, and that i harbor no hatred or anger towards him. We agreed we can actually be friends, again, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said that &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-closure.html"&gt;i need closure&lt;/a&gt;, before i can move on. Yet, i was still able to move on. But now, i can finally say, i have the closure i needed. Thanks to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-117111214184018947?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/117111214184018947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=117111214184018947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/117111214184018947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/117111214184018947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/02/year-ago.html' title='a year ago..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-117069012906581506</id><published>2007-02-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:42:09.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, me..:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;(",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Araw Mo - &lt;em&gt;Nina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img65.imageshack.us/my.php?image=zb4v28dbw1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img65.imageshack.us/img65/2987/zb4v28dbw1.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i turned a year older, again, today. Have i changed? I don't know. I guess i'm just not feeling the full effect, yet. Maybe in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, coz most of my really good friends remembered me. Sad, coz i'm reminded, i'm not getting any younger anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wishes for myself, and for the people i love around me, of course. Happiness and good health for always. Continuous blessings and guidance from above. Lots of love, and a good, long life to live.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-117069012906581506?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/117069012906581506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=117069012906581506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/117069012906581506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/117069012906581506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-med.html' title='happy birthday, me..:D'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116997368817977790</id><published>2007-01-30T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:32:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Call On Me - &lt;em&gt;Janet Jackson feat Nelly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month's almost over. Term's almost halfway through midterms. Schedules are packed. Subjects have got these loads of requirements, and that's just two week into the term. Still coping somehow.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang's been a bunch of camwhores lately. New picz almost everyday on our Friendster accounts. Changes too. Also, all's looking forward to graduation. Will be missing each other so much.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking quite a lot about plans after graduation. Deciding between taking up Radix' offer, and trying out other companies. I have a lot of options. Kinda scary, but still exciting. To be out there, in the big world, on my own.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;There's so much going on in the family. Issues. God watch over us.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week to go, and i'll be a year older. Kinda looking forward to it. All i wish for is good health and happiness, not just for me, but for all the people i love around me. God bless us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116997368817977790?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116997368817977790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116997368817977790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116997368817977790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116997368817977790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-up.html' title='what&apos;s up?..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116798669717921722</id><published>2007-01-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:44:57.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;just thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;America - &lt;em&gt;Razorlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point in your life, when someone begins to fill the void in your heart. For quite some time, you have felt empty, and now that someone has begun to genuinely show you affection, and pay you attention, everything suddenly feels foreign, as if you're experiencing it all for the first time. You don't know how to treat the situation. A confusing distraction? Or a welcome interruption? But any way that you see it, the feeling bothers you, at the same time, puts a smile on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116798669717921722?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116798669717921722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116798669717921722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798669717921722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798669717921722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-thought.html' title='just a thought..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116792041326624960</id><published>2006-12-31T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:33:55.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what 2006 saw me through..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;reminiscent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Why Her - &lt;em&gt;Monica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is nearly over, and yet i'm looking back on the year that has been. So much has happened, some good, some bad. But somehow, i survived it. And i'm still whole. Nwei, let me take you back on what i've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year, i (we) renewed friendship with Kai, with whom we kinda kad a rift with late last year. And as i made bonds stronger with her and the rest of the Hinayupackz, i had my heart broken, and in the process finding myself the subject of hate, by a group of girls i've somehow pissed, also late last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brokenhearted, yet i was able to move on. I got over the relationship, and started over. Love was temporarily set aside, as internship saw me grow more as a student, and a soon-to-be young professional. I had my fair share of dealing with big bosses, and forming ties with co-employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met new people. I got to know some better. And switching back to my old celfone network got me communicating with old childhood friends, and highschool classmates again. Less time spent with my college friends also meant getting to spend more time with my cousins and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old flames re-surfaced. Past emotions were revisited. Some decisions were reconsidered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 also saw me, and my whole family grieve for the loss of a dear relative, at the same time celebrating life and good health for us left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the year comes to an end, let me take this opportunity to thank you, my friends, for making my 2006 meaningful and more bearable than i thought it would be. Thanks for being with me through all my laughters and tears. I'm happy sharing with you a wonderful friendship i'd treasure more in the years to come. May 2007 see us through this continuous journey we're taking. 2006 had been a fun ride, i hope 2007 will be a better year for us. I'm now a better person, coz i have friends like you who loved and cared. I'm hoping i had been a blessing to others too, as i certainly hope will be just the same for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116792041326624960?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116792041326624960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116792041326624960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116792041326624960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116792041326624960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-2006-saw-me-through.html' title='what 2006 saw me through..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116798704924090909</id><published>2006-12-28T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:50:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weddings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;lungkut-lungkutan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*wala.. tahimik eh..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels like to be at someone's wedding? It makes you think of your own wedding someday, wonder who will be part of your entourage, who will officiate, and who's invited or not. But there's one person left faceless in your mind. Who's gonna be there at the altar, waiting for you, watching you as you make your way down the aisle, ready to take you from your father's arms? You run a list of prospects in your head, yet, no one seems to fit in the picture. Then you're suddenly left with a thought, what if there's really no one? What if there won't be a wedding after all? A scary image of you, spending the rest of your life alone, pops into your head. Then tears fill up your eyes, knowing there's more behind them, than just a happily-ever-after love story, playing right in front of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116798704924090909?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116798704924090909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116798704924090909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798704924090909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798704924090909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/12/weddings.html' title='weddings..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116798744505801133</id><published>2006-12-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:01:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a smile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;eto, mukhang t@nga@ng napapangiti..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Last Request - &lt;em&gt;Paul Nutini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random things that make(made) me laugh/smile lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- watching Friends and Desperate Housewives (2 of the few series i have in my hard drive, that i watch every night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being declared as "d best tita" by my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pamangkin&lt;/span&gt;s, even after saying i'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;masungit&lt;/span&gt; behind my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- having late night snacks and long uninterrupted sleep after (explains why i'm gaining weight :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being welcomed and asked to come again to their home by a close friend's parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- getting an IBM jacket without me having to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being told '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ang sweet mo naman&lt;/span&gt;', not sarcastically, by someone i just met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- meeting new people, getting in touch again with old friends, and maintaining communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year's not over yet. I'd have more reasons to smile then.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116798744505801133?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116798744505801133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116798744505801133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798744505801133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798744505801133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-smile.html' title='just a smile..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116798571054580753</id><published>2006-12-14T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:28:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foolish heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;wala.. wala lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Heaven - &lt;em&gt;John Legend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't i just be happy with how i am right now? Why do i keep on wishing for something that i can't have? for something that i'll &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have? When will it ever dawn to me that some things aren't just meant for me? It just seems that my mind refuses to think rationally, and that my foolish heart couldn't just give up. It just pains me, that for the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;th time, i'm allowing myself to hope for the hopeless, and ask for the impossible, something i've once and again sworn i'd no longer do. But i guess i'm just that foolish to let that happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116798571054580753?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116798571054580753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116798571054580753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798571054580753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798571054580753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/12/foolish-heart.html' title='foolish heart..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116798587566878481</id><published>2006-12-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:36:56.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sentimental..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Another Sad Love Song - &lt;em&gt;Tony Braxton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i wish i could see what’s inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;are we getting closer? are we growing apart?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know if i’m a part of your world&lt;br /&gt;just let me know what our future could hold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know that there will never be an “us”&lt;br /&gt;and that i’ll get hurt again, just like in the past&lt;br /&gt;yet there’s still this part of me that wishes otherwise&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;’s, wanting no &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i’d rather keep these all inside&lt;br /&gt;than risk having you no longer by my side&lt;br /&gt;telling you these things might mean losing you&lt;br /&gt;leaving me with sleepless nights, and tear-stained pillows, too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is what i get, falling for a friend&lt;br /&gt;holding on to nothing, being at the losing end&lt;br /&gt;but i allowed this to happen, loving you, i mean&lt;br /&gt;no regret in saying this, i love you, from deep within..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116798587566878481?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116798587566878481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116798587566878481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798587566878481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116798587566878481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/12/secrets.html' title='secrets..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116511730887043260</id><published>2006-12-03T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:41:48.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on vacation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;kinda hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*internet shop noise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on location right now at Sulivan, Baliuag, Bulacan, &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;'s hometown. Yup, i'm on vacation. Until tomorrow that is. And contrary to what Fides claims *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bored na raw ako&lt;/span&gt;*, i'm not. I've met quite a few &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; people here. And will still be meeting some more, later this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met the men of Irish's dreams na. Hahaha! Kaya ngayon, pag magkukuwento na siya, may mukha na akong mai-a-attach. Na-tameme nga ako eh. Nawala sa sarili. Na-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;star&lt;/span&gt;struck. Pero, carry lang. La mang dapat na ikahiya eh.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nwei, i'm quite missing somebody. Haaay!&lt;/span&gt; Wala lang ito. Gutom na siguro ako. Kung anu-ano na nasasabi ko. Hehehe.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116511730887043260?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116511730887043260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116511730887043260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116511730887043260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116511730887043260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-vacation.html' title='on vacation..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116486598167369451</id><published>2006-11-29T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:01:29.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life after internship..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;melancholic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Danny's Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay. I've been a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bum&lt;/span&gt; now for little over a week, and i can honestly say that i miss going to work. I miss riding the jeep and MRT. I actually miss discussing our project with the big boss. I miss keeping myself busy. I miss earning money.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i admit. I've grown attached to the people i've worked with. It had been hard for me to &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/11/saying-goodbye.html"&gt;say my goodbyes&lt;/a&gt; to them. If only i could have extended my stay with them, then maybe i would have. I'm even seriously considering taking up their offer, and work for them right after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After six months and two weeks of working for them, i know i've learned a lot, and i know i'm a better person, as a student, and as a future young professional. Aside from learning how to program, on my own, i realized that there's more i can do and that i'd never stop learning new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered i could get my back off of bed early in the morning, and haul my ass off to work at 9 in the morning. I could commute to farther places this time, all by myself. I learned to brave the heat, and was able to force myself to bring along an umbrella when the weather wasn't really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be level-headed when the situation calls for it, and that, i can really keep sarcasm to myself. I learned to speak my mind in a respectful way, and i was made to realize that i'm not always the boss, i'm not always right, and that i can't always get my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that i can do anything if i just set my mind and heart to do it, and actually finish it. I procrastinated and talked less, and worked more. I managed my time well. And i figured out how to deal with bosses without pissing them off and frustrating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about my internship experience, but it will all boil down to the same thing. I miss it, and that i learned a lot from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116486598167369451?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116486598167369451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116486598167369451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116486598167369451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116486598167369451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-after-internship.html' title='life after internship..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116453965177067162</id><published>2006-11-26T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:19:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still here, alive..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*internet shop peepz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a week since i last used the internet. Since i last checked everyone's blogs and Friendster's profiles. Since i last logged into my email accounts. Since i last felt i was productive. I've got so many things that i wanna talk, err write about, but i can't get my thoughts organized just yet. Maybe in a couple of days. Nwei, that's it for now. Just letting you know i'm still here. Alive. And kicking. And bored out of my wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;isa pa, sobrang ingay ng mga people dito sa internet shop, alang kuwenta mag-update..&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116453965177067162?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116453965177067162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116453965177067162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116453965177067162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116453965177067162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-here-alive.html' title='still here, alive..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116377054454792398</id><published>2006-11-17T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:37:29.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saying goodbye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Stuck On You - &lt;em&gt;3T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internship's officially over. I should be happy. But why was i holding back tears as we bade our colleagues goodbye? Yes, i had complaints. I ranted endlessly to my friends with all the work load. But honestly, i've grown to love what i was doing. I'm drawn closer to the people i worked closely with. There's this part of me that doesn't want to leave anymore. And yet, just when i was growing attached, the time to say farewell just comes sooner than i've expected. Damn it. I hate goodbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116377054454792398?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116377054454792398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116377054454792398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116377054454792398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116377054454792398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/11/saying-goodbye.html' title='saying goodbye..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116349463401568810</id><published>2006-11-14T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:11:17.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say goodbye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*tahimik ang paligid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;do you know what's left after saying goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;it's a smile on the face, but sad tears in the eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what's left after saying goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;it's pretending to be okay, when it's obviously a lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what's left after saying goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;it's wanting to forget, yet you can't even try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what's left after saying goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;a hurting heart, a broken soul, things that you deny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what's left after saying goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;an understanding of things, but still asking why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what's left after saying goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;basically none.. nothing left for you to get by..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this is actually a poem, from the top of my head.. nothing significant, though..&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116349463401568810?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116349463401568810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116349463401568810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116349463401568810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116349463401568810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/11/say-goodbye.html' title='say goodbye..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116286817817229643</id><published>2006-11-07T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:56:18.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parents speak..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;good for the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*office work buzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's funny? It's having to hear my parents say good things about this guy they've no idea means a lot to me. My Pa goes on talking about how good of a person this guy is. Seems to me that they like him. And even without me telling them what i really think of this guy, they approve of him. Looks like i won't have a problem if i bring him home and introduce him to the whole family. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sad thing though, the guy has no idea what i feel for him, and even if he knows, i don't think he'd care. Coz for him, i'm just a friend.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116286817817229643?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116286817817229643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116286817817229643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116286817817229643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116286817817229643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/11/parents-speak.html' title='parents speak..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116282922165926146</id><published>2006-11-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:29:04.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what could be worse..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sentimental mode in full gear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;O - &lt;em&gt;Omarion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i was reading &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com/archive/408.html"&gt;this entry&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt;. i've already opened her comment box, and was about to type my reactions slash opinions slash sentiments, but my mind was suddenly filled with so much thoughts that i decided to write them down as my own entry. But of course, still in relation to her post.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say i couldn't agree more. If only questions as such can be avoided. But no. If there's one thing that people can really be so interested in, it's one's lovelife, regardless of its status and situation. Not that it's a bad thing. In my case, it doesn't make me wanna wring their necks for asking me or anything, but sometimes, it makes me feel sorry for myself. And you know what makes it even worse? It's when you're surrounded by everyone else who seem to have someone in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a year, we can have at least one family get-together in every two or three weeks. And not just an ordinary foodfest with my Pa, Ma, lil bro, and big bro and his family. I'm talking about having aunts and uncles and cousins around. Cousins with partners tagging along. If only i can explain how i sometimes dread having to face everybody. Always the same question is directed to me, &lt;em&gt;may boyfriend ka na?&lt;/em&gt; And i'd answer, &lt;em&gt;no time for love po eh&lt;/em&gt;, with an unsure smile on my face. Of course, that's not the hard part. It's having to explain why, given all the circumstances, making them believe i'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; with how my life is going on right now, without having to directly admit the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inexistence&lt;/span&gt; of my lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when everyone groups, the cooking mothers in the kitchen, the beer-bellied fathers out in the garden, and the cousins lounging in the living room, sometimes i'd resort to heading to our room and watch TV all by myself or read a book, rather than hang out with them. But of course, i can't always do that. I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; to be around them. I so lo&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ve my cousins. It's just that sometimes, i feel left out. All girl cousins present are married. The guys, if not married, have girlfriends. Then, there's this round of questions of, &lt;em&gt;oh ikaw, kelan ka naman mag-uuwi ng ipapakilala mo sa amin?&lt;/em&gt; Then i'd dryly reply, &lt;em&gt;haay, sa dami nila, di ako makapamili&lt;/em&gt;, followed by a laugh. Luckily, after a few &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hirits&lt;/span&gt; here and there, a bit of sarcastic remarks and sadistic jokes, and mucho &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;carino brutal&lt;/span&gt;ism, i'll manage to turn their attention to some other cousin, and i'll just sit back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i think to myself, &lt;em&gt;ganito na lang ba ang papel ko sa tuwing magkakasama kami? Clown?&lt;/em&gt; And i guess that's the irony of it. Here i am, making their tummies ache from so much laughing, while i, on the other hand, has no one to make me happy. Not that they *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;* don't make me happy, or that my family isn't enough to put a smile on my face, or that my friends couldn't give me the same amount of love and joy i'm looking for. They all can, and they do make my life meaningful and liveable. There just comes a point, when the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hopeful(hopeless?) romantic&lt;/span&gt; in me, seeks for something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says, &lt;em&gt;wag mong antayin, darating din yan&lt;/em&gt;. But still, i can't help but wonder &lt;em&gt;kelan?&lt;/em&gt; Or if worse comes to worst, &lt;em&gt;darating pa nga kaya?&lt;/em&gt; I try to focus on other things, like my studies or internship for example, but when i've got nothing else to do but think, there i go again, analyzing and dissecting my so-called lovelife. Then this unsettling feeling of being a failure in the love department scares the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i don't know how to properly end this, so i guess i'll leave it hanging for a while.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116282922165926146?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116282922165926146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116282922165926146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116282922165926146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116282922165926146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-could-be-worse.html' title='what could be worse..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116222634852860289</id><published>2006-10-30T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:39:08.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in celebration?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;kinda tired and sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Like I Do - &lt;em&gt;Blaque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had no idea it was a year ago today, until i was reminded of &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-now.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;. Then goes a trip down memory lane. It was okay. I looked back, but i didn't step back. Just reminisced about the good memories left etched in my mind and heart. It may sound ridiculous, but now, thinking of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what-might-have-been&lt;/span&gt;'s and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what-if&lt;/span&gt;'s no longer leave tear streaks down my cheeks. A sad, yet contented smile is left plastered on my face. I really have moved on. I haven't forgotten hm, but the feelings have long been gone. And just because i'm writing about this, doesn't have to mean i'm still living in the past. I've let go. Just allow me to let it all out here *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;para naman may decent entry uli ako diba?!:D&lt;/span&gt;*. And contrary to what i've earlier said, i don't think this will be the last time you're reading about this. Considering my previous entry, i might write again some time, of what and how i felt that time, but of course, outside the confines of a once-grieving heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just for fun, happy anniversary. Hahaha.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116222634852860289?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116222634852860289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116222634852860289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116222634852860289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116222634852860289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-celebration.html' title='in celebration?'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116211614962951563</id><published>2006-10-29T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:17:49.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a momentary flashback..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;reminiscent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;My Beautiful Woman - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st year, 3rd term. I never even knew him personally, but i said i had a crush on him *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sarcastic syempre, kasi hindi agad ma-getz ni &lt;a href="http://basti.i.ph"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt; ba ibang tao ang tinutukoy namin&lt;/span&gt;*. Fast forward to eight months later, end of 2nd year, 1st term. &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt; said, "&lt;em&gt;Ate Nitz, likeable pala siya&lt;/em&gt;". Syempre naman, um-agree na rin ako para wala ng mahabang usapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd year, 2nd term. He was once again a classmate in an English subject. We got to know him well then, and we were fast becoming friends. Wala pa si Sir noon, i had to get something from my locker, and he accompanied me. E asa kantiyaw mode ata ang mga kaibigan ko. Tinukso kami. Ako, loka, sinakyan ko mga biro nila. HHWWPSSP tuloy kami sa corridor pabalik ng room namin. A few hours later, on the phone, sabi ko kay Irish, "&lt;em&gt;crush ko na ata siya&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Note: Friend talaga niya ang gusto ko, e ang kaso i gave it up for someone else. Ang labas, second option lang siya. Kaya ikaw, kung binabasa mo 'to (na alam kong oo), wag feeling, at wag masyado lumaki ang ulo mo, di ka na kasya niyan sa pinto paglabas mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa mga panahong ito naging memorable sa akin ang Magallanes. After ng class, ang ultimate foursome (me, &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;, siya, and friend) ay madalas makikitang nilalakad ang kahabaan ng Magallanes, mula school hanggang EDSA, where we would all wait for an Express jeep, so we could all get to Bicutan faster. At kung may oras pa, we'd have our siomai-siopao (or Pao-tsin dumplings) dinner at SM Bicutan food court. Kasunod pa ang isang mahaba-habang kuwentuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya na marahil ang naging dahilan kung bakit napadalas ang pag-uwi ko ng gabi na. And ang reason kung bakit nakakarating pa ako ng Sucat sa pag-uwi. Kung bakit minsan, napagseselosan si &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt; ng wala namang basehan at dahilan. Kung bakit nag-sign up ako for a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/a&gt; account. Kung bakit, sa tuwing naririnig ko ang kanta ni Sandara Park na &lt;em&gt;Walang Sabit&lt;/em&gt;, napapangiti ako't napapasayaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just like the opposite of the song, may sabit na siya. 5 lo&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ong years on his record, can you beat that? And i guess that's why it never really got to a point that i've totally fallen for him. Yes, i was falling, but i guess i was able to keep myself from falling harder and deeper in loved with him. I knew i was in for a heartache, and i couldn't afford it at that time. I knocked some sense into my head, and figured things out, before it got too late. Before my emotions got out of hand. Before my actions got beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess it was a good move on my part, getting over whatever feelings for him i had harbored within. I learned to see him differently, and i tried to maintain a close &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;platonic&lt;/span&gt; friendship. And it had helped. I became more at ease around him. I slowly revealed more of myself to him, and him to me too. I felt a whole lot more comfortable being near him, linking my arms with his, and giving him occasional hugs and pecks on the cheek *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;without malice, of course&lt;/span&gt;*, at the same time, reminding myself that he's now JUST a friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i now consider him one of my bestfriends. He's like a life-line i can run to whenever something's bothering me, and same goes with him to me. He's just one of the few guys that i allow to see the really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ab&lt;/span&gt;normal side of me, and not feeling afraid of being misjudged and unloved. Whatever and whoever i am, i know he loves me for being me. And for the friendship? It's the one thing that i am most grateful for.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116211614962951563?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116211614962951563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116211614962951563&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116211614962951563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116211614962951563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/momentary-flashback.html' title='a momentary flashback..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116211554103716402</id><published>2006-10-27T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:13:30.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a chance encounter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*highway traffic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still reeling at the fact that i'm seated across Bam (of PBB fame, a second &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; encounter) on the shuttle service i usually take going home, when in comes this guy, squeezing himself between Bam and a grade-school kid with eyeglasses. He bumped my knee, so i looked up. Initial reaction: &lt;em&gt;ambastos, di man lang magsorry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;A second look at him and i notice how he has a striking resemblance to someone i know. Yun bang tipong &lt;em&gt;'now i know how he looks like with a cap on'&lt;/em&gt;. Ganon. First thing that got my attention, of course, are his eyes. Takla. Kung di lang siguro siya complete stranger, i would stare unabashedly at him. His profile undoubtedly showed how good-looking he really is.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Siyeet! Nahuli ata niya akong nakatingin. Pano ba naman kasi akong hindi tititig, e may itsura talaga ang mokong. For once, na-wish ko tuloy na sana traffic, para mapagsawaan ko muna ng husto ang mukha niya. And, take note, pareho kaming nakaitim *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tama ba namang pati mga suot namin pagdiskitahan ko pa!? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ayos. May build-up ng mga kotse sa toll-gate ng skyway, kahit pa e-pass ang van na sinasakyan namin. At least, i can ogle over him a bit longer. I can feast my eyes on him. Na-conscious naman ata, tingin ng tingin sa highway. Hahaha! Na-feel ata ang intensity ng mga titig ko. Kung may powers nga lang siguro talaga ang mga tingin, kanina pa siya tunaw sa kinauupuan niya.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Naman. Kung kelan nag-eenjoy pa ako, saka pa natapos ang trip namin. Makasabay ko kaya uli 'to next time? Haaay! Wish ko, diba? Sus. Asa pa ako. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;since no PC was available, and i don't own a laptop where i could easily document everything that happens to me anytime, anywhere, this entry is pre-entered on my phone (&lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-update.html"&gt;something i usually do&lt;/a&gt;), sent to myself, and posted 54 minutes later&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116211554103716402?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116211554103716402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116211554103716402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116211554103716402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116211554103716402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/chance-encounter.html' title='a chance encounter..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116170439667998109</id><published>2006-10-25T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:41:33.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more getting back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Goodbye - &lt;em&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Here's a poem that i've written way back in 2003. I even had it posted in &lt;a href="http://www.praning.com"&gt;praning.com&lt;/a&gt;. Just wanna share, coz i know somehow, you can relate to it. If not now, maybe some time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;you once said you really loved me&lt;br /&gt;but it's not what i felt, it's not what you showed me&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only one you love, you say&lt;br /&gt;but i guess not, those were just games you play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for many times i've said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ME TOO&lt;/span&gt;, you said, but were those true?&lt;br /&gt;i stopped to think, things ran through my mind&lt;br /&gt;maybe to all these, i have been so blind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always go and leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;then you come back and tell me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PLEASE UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always say you need your space&lt;br /&gt;but you also want to feel my embrace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here you go again, saying LET'S TRY ONCE MORE&lt;br /&gt;telling me you need me, and that you love me even more&lt;br /&gt;but as much as  want to give us another try&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i still love you, so i'm saying goodbye..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I still can't remember why i wrote this. Really can't.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116170439667998109?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116170439667998109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116170439667998109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116170439667998109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116170439667998109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-more-getting-back.html' title='no more getting back..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116170320548288603</id><published>2006-10-24T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:37:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the break-up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;muni-muni&lt;/span&gt; mode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Is It Worth It? - &lt;em&gt;Allison Moorer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img238.imageshack.us/my.php?image=breakupep4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/9357/breakupep4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching it. After seeing one episode of Friends, i've been a Jennifer Aniston fan since. Nwei, after seeing the movie, i realized how much of the movie reflected reality. Yeah, it's fictitious and all, but somehow, every situation and every dialogue was exactly how it happens in real life. If not, every line spoken was probably what every couple would have wanted to have said themselves. &lt;em&gt;It's not about doing the things you love, it's about doing things with the one you love!&lt;/em&gt; Searched about reviews of the movie in the internet, and the movie kinda got bad reviews. But hey, i was pretty satisfied with the movie. The ending just kinda left me, you know, wondering why it ended that way. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116170320548288603?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116170320548288603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116170320548288603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116170320548288603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116170320548288603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/break-up.html' title='the break-up..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116127369809715867</id><published>2006-10-20T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:06:01.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bus stop..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;kinda sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Panaginip - &lt;em&gt;Crazy As* Pinoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to log off and pack myself in, when my cousin forwarded me this text message. It's just so cute, that i couldn't pass up posting it here *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and since i haven't got a more decent entry in mind&lt;/span&gt;*. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A situational question asked to a couple of hundred applicants:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are driving along, on a stormy night. You pass by a bus stop, where you see three people waiting. One, an elderly woman who's about to die. Two, an old friend who once saved your life. Three, the perfect mate you've been dreaming about. Who would you choose, knowing there could only be one passenger in your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One applicant was hired, because of this answer:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I would give my car keys to my friend, and let that friend take the elderly woman to the hospital. Then i would stay behind and wait for the bus. With the person of my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it. Yeah, i know. Maybe the applicant hiring thingie isn't really part of the question, but nwei, i really thought it was cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116127369809715867?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116127369809715867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116127369809715867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116127369809715867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116127369809715867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/bus-stop.html' title='the bus stop..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116109415298220227</id><published>2006-10-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:09:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, anyone?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;really f*ck3d up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Empty - &lt;em&gt;Terri Clark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really pissed off right now. Freakin' mad. Damn it! Anyone out there who's willing to house me in? Even for just a few days? I just wanna cool things down. Cool my head down. Keep me sane, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116109415298220227?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116109415298220227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116109415298220227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116109415298220227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116109415298220227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-anyone.html' title='hello, anyone?!'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116049558495797460</id><published>2006-10-10T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:53:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just what i need..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;okay, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Closer To Me - &lt;em&gt;5ive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need a good cry. Something i haven't done in weeks now. Not that there's anything to cry about. I don't know. Yeah, it may sound insane, but i really think a good cry is what i need. Release all these tension and pressure inside. All these pent-up emotions. Just an outlet of all these emotional turmoil. I just wanna free myself from all these burden. Yup. I definitely need a good cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116049558495797460?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116049558495797460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116049558495797460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116049558495797460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116049558495797460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-what-i-need.html' title='just what i need..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-116040320529269624</id><published>2006-10-09T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:16:08.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping you posted..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;okay sa alright..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Always - &lt;em&gt;Erasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Nothing really new. I guess i just wanna let you all know i'm still here. I haven't gone on hiatus. It's not that nothing has been happening lately. On the contrary, with the rate things are going, i guess i just can't keep up with updates. Not because the excitement wears off easily, or my happy moments are short-lived. I think there's just no time to take a break and document everything. All's in my mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life right now is like a feel-good movie *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with a few hang ups, but good just the same&lt;/span&gt;* on fast forward. And maybe that's one reason why i can't seem to pause and write things down. Coz if i did, i'm afraid everything will soon be over, and i don't think i'm quite ready for that. No. Not just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-116040320529269624?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/116040320529269624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=116040320529269624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116040320529269624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/116040320529269624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/keeping-you-posted.html' title='keeping you posted..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115993486309939197</id><published>2006-10-04T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:09:06.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have let go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;bored.. again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;My Love - &lt;em&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To let go is not to forget, not to think about, or ignore. It does not leave feelings of anger, jealousy or regret. Letting go is not about winning or losing. It is not  about pride, and it is not about how you appear, and it is not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go is not blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and does not leave emptiness, hurt or sadness. It is not about giving in or giving up. Letting go is not about loss, and it is not about defeat. To let go is to cherish the memories, but to overcome and move on. It is having an open mind and confidence in the future. Letting go is learning and experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry, and made you grow. It is about all that you have, all that you had, and all that ou will soon gain. Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It is realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and set yourself free.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Based from this that i've read in &lt;a href="http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=33091&amp;authid=2256&amp;m=7&amp;d=17&amp;y=2006"&gt;christianster.com&lt;/a&gt;, confirmed. I've let go of what happened in the past. Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115993486309939197?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115993486309939197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115993486309939197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115993486309939197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115993486309939197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-let-go.html' title='i have let go..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115976952877162772</id><published>2006-10-02T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:12:51.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after the storm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Someday - &lt;em&gt;Nina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the title, i meant it literally. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little hang up over the long &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; that passed. Kinda bitin nga eh. Tipong just when i was beginning to relax, back to work uli ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning. I woke up coz it was raining hard outside, and i could see the trees outside swaying side to side. I honestly had no idea that there was a typhoon. Actually, i had, but i didn't think much of it. All there was in my mind was &lt;em&gt;ang sarap pang matulog, di na ako papasok&lt;/em&gt;. I texted Arjay that i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; not go to work. Malakas ang ulan, at baha. Siya na rin mismo nagsabi na wag na kaming pumasok. Little did i know that, it was actually going to happen later that day. 10 am, the power went out. By noon, it was like dusk already, since the skies were dark, and the rain poured hard. News (courtesy of our battery-powered am/fm radio) flashed that typhoon Milenyo *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not Manilenyo, as what someone said, hahaha&lt;/span&gt;* will hit the area at 2pm. 2pm came, me and my brothers were outside, under the rain, goofing off. Ang saya diba? Hahaha.:D Then an hour later, biglang tapos na. Okay na yung panahon. Mahangin pa rin, pero di na masyadong malakas. May ulan pa, pero ambon-ambon na lang. We strolled around the village, and saw the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;devastation&lt;/span&gt;. Fallen trees. Lamp posts 45-70 degrees from the ground. Yung gate nga nung Bumbay na kapitbahay namin, bumagsak. Pagtingala namin ng bahay, kulang na yung antenna namin *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;na nilipad pala papuntang bubong ng kapitbahay namin&lt;/span&gt;*. And worst, walang kuryente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came. Exact opposite ng nagdaang araw. Umaaraw at mainit. At wala pa ring kuryente. Wala na rin sana akong balak pumasok sa work, kaso sabi ni Arjay pasok na lang kami, dahil baka pauwiin din kami pag ala pang power. E di kahit, i was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cruising the crimson wave&lt;/span&gt;, i got ready for work. Only to be met by a non-moving traffic an hour later along EDSA *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;may mg billboards kasing bumagsak at nagkalat ang iba pang debris sa highway&lt;/span&gt;*. Naisip namin, magtext na lang sa IP namin na di kami papasok. At dahil wala ngang kuryente, at lowbatt si Arjay, we went to school *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;halos makalbo rin yung mga puno sa parking lot sa dami ng dahong nagkalat sa lupa&lt;/span&gt;*, headed for the CPO, and asked Miss Eloi kung pwedeng maki-charge ng phone. Moments later, dumating na rin si Miss Jona. At yun, bonding galore kami til lunch. Got home afterwards, and found out, la pa ring electricity. Ang tanging lifeline, ang telepono. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Saturday, bored to death na ako. Ubos na battery ng mp3 player ko. Natapos ko na lahat ng Tagalog pocketbooks na nahiram ko. Tatlong araw na rin ata akong walang matinong inom ng malamig na tubig. So, what i did was, inaya ko si Ate Joan (teacher/border sa bahay) kung gusto niya manood ng movie. She said yes, since bagot na rin siya. Ton tagged along. We saw Zoom. Pag uwi namin, expected ko na. Wala pa rin kuryente. Haaay! Mahabang, maalinsangang gabi na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 7 am. I woke up feeling cool air brushing against my legs. I opened my eyes, and saw the fan *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which i switched on the night before hoping na bumalik ang power by midnight&lt;/span&gt;* na umaandar. Haaay! Sa wakas. Of course, bangon agad ako, bukas ng TV at nood maghapon. Charge na rin ng phone, sabay text kay &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt; na may kuryente na kami. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Note: Andaya kasi eh, sa kanila, Friday pa lang, may kuryente na sila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the day provided a family bonding moment for the whole family. Wala pa rin kasing kuryente kina Kuya, kahit na sa kabilang kanto lang namin sila nakatira *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;may malaki kasing poste ng kuryente na natumba sa malapit sa kanila&lt;/span&gt;*. We had lunch and dinner at our place. And things didn't end there. Kuya's family stayed the night. Inayos agad namin ang sleeping arrangements namin. Kuya nd Hipag slept on my bed. Ma and Jazmin *niece* slept on Ton's bed. Pa and CJ *nephew* slept in my parents' room. Me and Ton slept on &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-goodbye.html#comments"&gt;Lola&lt;/a&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more of a fun than a boring weekend for me. Too bad, i just can't extend it. Haaay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115976952877162772?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115976952877162772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115976952877162772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115976952877162772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115976952877162772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/10/after-storm.html' title='after the storm..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115890890290948142</id><published>2006-09-22T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:25:18.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d tHĩngŻ ĩ do wėn ĩM ?ĩnLüv..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;reminiscent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Pag-Ibig - &lt;em&gt;Kitchie Nadal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i wanna blah blah blah about our family night out last Wednesday night *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ma's 57th birthday celebration&lt;/span&gt;*, after reading, for the nth time, my blog *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com"&gt;past&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://iamveryclueless.blogspot.com"&gt;present&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish'&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai's&lt;/a&gt;, i was inspired to write about how i am, when ?in loved.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I took up a subject again, after it has been given credit already.&lt;/b&gt; Biro mo. Transferee ako sa school. May mga subjects ng credited from the former school. Tapos Divine was enrolled in the subject. Hala sige. Take two ako, kahit di naman bagsak. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I took a longer route going home.&lt;/b&gt; I live in Bicutan, he lives in Sucat *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;both in Paranaque&lt;/span&gt;*. Pero ang gawain ko, sasabay ako hanggang Sucat. Tipong, longer quality time. Di naman ako masyadong mapapalayo. Ang kaso, pagsakay namin ng jeep, unang stopover, Bicutan, bago Sucat. Pwede naman akong dun na lang bumaba. Parehong trike na lang naman ang last ride ko eh. Tsk tsk tsk.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I braved the heat to buy grad gift.&lt;/b&gt; Eto yun eh. Summer na nun, as in scorching hot ang panahon. Tapos, graduation rites na nina JJ later that afternoon. Wala pa akong gift. Ang ginawa ko, kinaladkad ko bestfriend ko. Habang angkas ako ng bisikleta niya, inikot namin ang bayan, para makakita ng maireregalo. A couple of times, nakasalubong pa namin siya, naka-scooter, pero siyempre, para di kami mapansin, lusot-lusot na lang kami sa mga eskinita. Haaay. Kaloka. 30 minutes bago mag-12, nakakita rin ako ng matinong white shirt for him.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sick and i don't mind.&lt;/b&gt; As long as i get to see him. As long as i can be with him. As long as i can make him happy. Haaay. Backseat talaga ang health ko, when i get hit by the love bug. Hehehe.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got jealous over some of my friends.&lt;/b&gt; E pano naman kasi, mas malaki at ang naibigay na atensyon sa kanila, kesa sa akin. Tapos, looking back, maiisip ko, ang babaw at walang basehan yung pagseselos ko. Added to that, wala naman akong right in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I actually enjoyed metal music.&lt;/b&gt; Nagpa-burn pa nga ako sa ng CD eh, puro metal. In fairness, na-appreciate ko yung music *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kung music ngang matatawag&lt;/span&gt;*, kahit pa sabihing for a limited period lang. I actually enjoyed I Miss You Love (Silverchair) and Remedy (Abandoned Pools).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I came to love OPM songs.&lt;/b&gt; I actually have a playlist na puro OPM lang. May naging &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/10/sing-me-love-song.html"&gt;favorite&lt;/a&gt; nga ako for some time eh. Feeling ko kasi, &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/10/pagdating-ng-panahon.html"&gt;theme song&lt;/a&gt; ko. Napapailing na lang friends ko sa choice of music ko. Wala na akong paki that time. Kanya-kanyang trip lang. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got drunk over them.&lt;/b&gt; On different occasions naman, hindi isang bagsakan ang pagpapakalango. And the drinking session all happened because i was broken-hearted. Sobrang nasaktan din naman kasi ako, and although i've often said na di nasasagot ng pag-inom ang problema't sakit na dinadala ko, ayun. Go ako sa paglagok ng kung ano. Only to realize a few hours later, mas grabe pa yung sakit ng ulo ko after, dahil sa &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2006/03/loving-you-still.html"&gt;hangover&lt;/a&gt;.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was able to write several &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-guard.html"&gt;poems&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; May &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/08/found-out.html"&gt;progression&lt;/a&gt; nga eh. Basta, i wrote &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/08/your-eyes.html"&gt;what i felt&lt;/a&gt; that time. Kung hindi man sa blog entries, sa &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-now.html"&gt;tula&lt;/a&gt; ko rin nailalabas yung mga kinikimkim kong damdamin. &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-about-us.html"&gt;Poetic&lt;/a&gt; ang lola mo pag inlababo.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I offered to write essays and papers and projects and all.&lt;/b&gt; Anything for love, ika nga. Kahit magkanda-duling duling na ako sa dami ng words. O kaya magkanda-puyat puyat na ako para lang makatapos ng isang matinong paragraph, okay lang. Kahit nauubusan na rin ako ng English na pwedeng magamit, sige pa rin. Para lang sa taong mahal ko. Haaay! Life. Para talagang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I set up blog account.&lt;/b&gt; Kasi nga naman, di ko &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day.html"&gt;masabi&lt;/a&gt; ng harap-harapan sa taong mahal ko kung ano tunay kong nararamdaman, lahat idinaan ko sa &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/02/coming-out.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Yung &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/07/thank-you.html"&gt;saya&lt;/a&gt;. Sakit. Yung pagkalito, pagkabigo, at kung ano pang anek-anek na kaakibat ng pagmamahal. &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-heart.html"&gt;Lahat&lt;/a&gt;. *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tapos, after six months or so, bigla akong magre-reminisce, matatawa na lang ako&lt;/span&gt;* Ang drama naman kasi pala ng &lt;em&gt;lovelife&lt;/em&gt; ko. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Nagkakaganyan ako pag inLove. Kung ano ano ang nagagawa. Yung iba, kinda s2peed na. Yung iba, silly. Tapos ngayon, habang iniisa-isa ko itong mga ito, natatawa nga ako sa sarili ko eh. Tipong, &lt;em&gt;"ganito pala ako.."&lt;/em&gt; ang dating sa akin. Hahaha. 48 million years nga, bago ko matapos ito, kasi, sa tuwing may maiisip ako, reminisce muna, bago type. Ewan ko rin kung buo nga ba 'to. Kung may nakalimutan man ako, remind me. Hehehe. Leave a comment na lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115890890290948142?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115890890290948142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115890890290948142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115890890290948142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115890890290948142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/09/d-thng-do-wn-m-nlv.html' title='d tHĩngŻ ĩ do wėn ĩM ?ĩnLüv..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115863400707744418</id><published>2006-09-19T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:47:41.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of dizzy spells and headaches..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;none..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to work today. I'm not feeling really well. It's been like this for almost two weeks now. I have dizzy spells in the morning, then a headache in the afternoon. Today, i woke up feeling dizzy, and a throbbing pain in my head. I can't even stand and walk well since my legs hurt *got history of rheumatic fever kasi, legs are my indication that i'm getting sick or something*. I badly need some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, i have to get out of the house, find the nearest open internet shop *so glad i found one*, and go online. Haaay naku! Kung di lang ano, di ko gagawin ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts. Just happy thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115863400707744418?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115863400707744418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115863400707744418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115863400707744418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115863400707744418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-dizzy-spells-and-headaches.html' title='of dizzy spells and headaches..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115812591601883232</id><published>2006-09-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:38:36.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all locked up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;feeling sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*none for the moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up emotions. Locked up feelings. Hidden desires. Unspoken love. Sometimes, these are the hardest things to keep, not because you've got no one to share them with, but because even if you tell it to everyone, that one person, with whom these things are all about, would just take everything in stride, sometimes, even without a care. Rather than going on, telling everybody about these, i'd choose to keep them to myself, until finally, they will be all that matters to that person. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115812591601883232?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115812591601883232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115812591601883232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115812591601883232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115812591601883232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-locked-up.html' title='all locked up..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115773754103665278</id><published>2006-09-09T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:45:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping to myself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;still up.. can't sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Maria - &lt;em&gt;Santana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just when i have the luxury of sleep, i seem to unconsciously let the chance slip away, and stay up late. It’s either i’m up reading a good book, or i’m just staring off into the darkness of our room, thinking. And now, to avoid doing the latter, which usually ends in a tear-stained pillow in the morning, i sit here in front of my PC and decide to write about things instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t go into details, so as not to burden anyone with my problems. I just wanna talk, or in this case, write freely. There’s so much that i wanna share, but then again, there’s this feeling of not wanting to explain myself to others anymore. Not that i’m tired or anything. There just comes a point when you realize as to what extent you should reveal yourself to others. And yes, there’s also this fear of being misunderstood. That, and having your say fall on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, i’ve felt like i’ve been so transparent. My friends, and others as well, could see right through me. It’s as if, they could read me like a book. My mood swings, my sarcastic comments, my deadpan statements, my not-so-subtle hints, my dry humor. I’ve been under the ever watchful eyes of people surrounding me for so long, that i’ve always felt the need to please them, and explain myself to everyone else. I have shared so much of my life with others that it seemed i’ve got nothing more left to keep to myself. That in itself is something that i’m trying hard to redeem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But keeping things from others *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;read: not sharing much of what i feel deep inside&lt;/span&gt;* has its own price. Often, people just make up their opinion of me. They believe what they wanna believe, coz they feel that’s how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i feel&lt;/span&gt;. Unless i speak up and make a correction, i am already deliberated. Me shutting up and not commenting about it only reaffirms others of their assumptions. Me explaining otherwise makes me defensive. It’s like i’m on trial, with a no-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, not everyone fall into that category. There are still &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; who know me, the real me. &lt;em&gt;Those&lt;/em&gt; who, even in absence, can realize what i’m trying to say. &lt;em&gt;Those&lt;/em&gt; who love and respect me well enough to understand my need to keep some things to myself, my desire to keep secrets. &lt;em&gt;Those&lt;/em&gt; are my &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115773754103665278?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115773754103665278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115773754103665278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115773754103665278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115773754103665278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/09/keeping-to-myself.html' title='keeping to myself..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115764221118603398</id><published>2006-09-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:49:48.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some points to ponder..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;eto, still thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Til the End of Time - &lt;em&gt;Westlife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i'm really loving my intellectual conversations with &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt; *at talagang mukhang sikat ang jANAKis ko lately sa mga blog entries ko ah, hahaha!*. Be it over the telephone, or text messaging, or YM-ing, we analyze, as we put it, our situations. Andami pwedeng pag-usapan, pero ang madalas naming i-dissect, ang lovelife namin. Yup, meron kami nun. Magulo man, makulay naman. And after a series of seemingly endless kuwentuhans, often i'm left with a lots of things to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Being somebody who’s different from what the society’s used to, doesn’t make you less of a person.&lt;/span&gt; Bakit? E sa ganyan ka eh. Wala na silang magagawa dun. People say &lt;em&gt;be true to yourself&lt;/em&gt;, pero pag nagpakatotoo ka naman, andami pa rin nilang questions. So san ka pa di ba? Di mo na tuloy alam kung san ka nga lulugar. So what i say is, be true. Others may not understand it. Others may question you. But still, you’re right, simply by choosing to be the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We don’t love a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wrong person&lt;/span&gt;. We just love, at a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wrong time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hindi naman kasi ata magandang isiping laging maling tao na lang ang minamahal natin. It reflects very badly of us. I guess it’s better to say it was just the wrong time. Or the wrong reason. Or the wrong place. We can blame everything else, but never the person. Wala naman siyang ginawa eh. Minahal lang natin sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just because the one we chose to love doesn’t love us back, we can’t go on loving that person.&lt;/span&gt; Love is given freely by that one person that loves, and if that someone chose to give love, but for some reason, not to you, it doesn’t mean we can’t give the same amount of love that we’re capable of giving. If we expect our love to be always reciprocated, it’s like saying &lt;em&gt;i love you, love me too&lt;/em&gt;. Love shouldn’t be demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tears shouldn’t always be an indication that you’re hurt.&lt;/span&gt; Not crying doesn’t have to mean i’m not hurting. Tears nowadays can be so deceiving, cried out just to have sympathetic people turn their attention to you, used as a means of getting what you want. So what i’m trying to say is that, not because i don’t cry anymore, I’m not harboring any pain inside. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You don’t get over pain. You just learn to deal and live with it through time.&lt;/span&gt; So goes a text message i’ve received, not once or twice, but many times already. But only lately did i realize how true it was. Para bang, the pain grows on you, more often, making you numb already. Yung tipong, mas manibago ka kung hindi ka na nasaktan. Hindi naman sa hinahanap-hanap mo na yung sakit. More of like, you are used to it na, and that you’ve somehow accepted that love and pain are a package deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko. Sa dami ng na-tackle naming topics, parang hindi enough ang isang blog entry para sa lahat ng yun. To follow na lang yung iba. &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt;, kelan naman kaya ikaw ang makakadiskusyon ko neto? Haaay. Miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115764221118603398?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115764221118603398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115764221118603398&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115764221118603398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115764221118603398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-points-to-ponder.html' title='some points to ponder..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115764156768571605</id><published>2006-09-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:43:12.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to forgive and forget?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sleepy na.. i just need to post this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Pag-Ibig - &lt;em&gt;Kitchie Nadal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago, Irish texted me to say she now knows why we can forgive, but can't forget *in relation to my previous post*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Na-forgive na natin sila *meaning, the past*, pero di natin ma-forget, or ayaw nating i-forget, kasi kapag kinalimutan natin yung mga ginawa nila, magugustuhan uli natin sila. Yung mga ginawa nila ang nagiging dahilan para di na natin sila balikan. Yung mga ginawa nilang pananakit ang nagsisilbing wall na nakapagitan sa atin at sa kanila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly her words, but that's what she meant. I know, tama siya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115764156768571605?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115764156768571605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115764156768571605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115764156768571605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115764156768571605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-forgive-and-forget.html' title='to forgive and forget?'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115752991139786650</id><published>2006-09-06T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:54:42.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay ako, promise..:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sleepy.. puyat kagabi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Cruel To Be Kind - &lt;em&gt;Letters to Cleo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At talagang naunahan na &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;niya&lt;/a&gt; ako sa pagpost &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html"&gt;neto&lt;/a&gt;. A little more than two hours lang naman kami nag-usap sa phone last night. Ang dapat, may ikukuwento lang sana akong nakakatuwa kay &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;, e ang kaso, napahaba ang usapan. Andaming topic na napasok sa conversation namin. Di na namin namalayan, pasado alas-dose na ng magpaalaman kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun na nga, 75% na ata ng conversation namin, &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html"&gt;eto&lt;/a&gt; ang sumakop. Umikot ikot na ang usapan. And it seemed to boil down to one thing, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you can't forgive when you can't forget&lt;/span&gt;. At least, that was what i thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko rin tuloy malaman kung kanino o kung saan nga ba ako galit. Sa &lt;em&gt;kanya&lt;/em&gt; ba, o sa nangyari, o sa mga dapat pero di nangyari? Ewan. Naisip ko tuloy, mas lalo ko lang ginulo sarili ko. Sabi nga namin ni &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;, heto na naman kami sa pag-aanalyze ng mga bagay bagay. Yun nga lang, mas nakaka-confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natanong ko tuloy, kelangan ba talagang connected ang &lt;em&gt;letting go&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;moving on&lt;/em&gt;? Necessary ba ang &lt;em&gt;pag-forget&lt;/em&gt; para masabi mong you were able to &lt;em&gt;forgive&lt;/em&gt;? What do i have to do to prove i am really okay? Or that i have moved on and let go? Minsan tuloy, i wanna think love is a simple thing, made complicated with these impossible questions about it. Haaay! Life talaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115752991139786650?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115752991139786650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115752991139786650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115752991139786650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115752991139786650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-ako-promised.html' title='okay ako, promise..:D'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115742632649373289</id><published>2006-09-05T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:24:39.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarcastic daw?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*aircon buzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Totally Sarcastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny. Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it. And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitude, then too bad. So sad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115742632649373289?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115742632649373289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115742632649373289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115742632649373289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115742632649373289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/09/sarcastic-daw.html' title='sarcastic daw?!'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115729898238320692</id><published>2006-09-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:02:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bitter BETTER person..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;*anxiety attack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Half crazy - &lt;em&gt;Freestyle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed. Bitter pa nga rin ata ako. No. Hindi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ata&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Bitter pa nga rin ako&lt;/em&gt;. I started to realize this when &lt;a href="http://augs.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt; joked na baka sa intern company ko din &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that someone from the recent past&lt;/span&gt;* mag-intern, and i seriously answered &lt;a href="http://augs.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt; na, mag-intern na &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt; anywhere, wag lang same as mine. Sagot niya, nagkakaganun ako, kasi bitter ako. Of course by that time i denied it, saying i am not, and that i am okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just this morning, ewan ko kung pano kami napunta sa topic na yun ni &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;, pero usapang bitterness uli kami. This time, i told her that lately, i've realized na, bitter pa nga rin siguro ako. But i made it clear na i'm bitter, not because i'm still hurt, but because i felt frustrated for not being able to tell &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; how much &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; hurt me. Tipong hindi ko naisumbat sa &lt;em&gt;kanya&lt;/em&gt; kung gano &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt; ako nasaktan sa pambabalewala &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt;. Yung tipong nakakaasar &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt; sa di &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt; pagpapahalaga sa naramdaman ko. The fact that i was on the verge of wanting to really hate &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; so much then, that all these bitterness come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i've moved on. I know i'm okay. Happy na ako. Yet, &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt; said na baka closure is all i need. That maybe i need to talk to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; about what i've felt. Tell &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; how hard it was to move on, knowing there were things left hanging. Pero what's the point of it pa? I don't think it matters now, talking to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; about it, i mean. Para bang for me, it's all too late. I got hurt. I cried. I've forgiven. I've moved on. I'm okay now. But as Irish had said, i've forgiven, but not forgotten. Ewan ko. Baka nga, at the back of my mind, may galit pa. Okay, sama ng loob na lang, since galit is such a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's right. I haven't forgotten. I guess that's why i find it hard to at least be even civil with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; when we see each other. I'm no longer affected. I don't care about &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; activities, of &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; whereabouts, or what &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; doing with &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; life. Nasobrahan nga lang ata ang di ko pagpapa-apekto, dahil kahit konti, parang ayaw ko ng isiping &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; still has something to do with my life. Para ngang pati friendship, ayaw ko na ring ibalik. But no, i know i'll forget. Not in the near future, but probably eight to ten years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I thought &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/5-months-and-counting.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; would be the last time i'm talking about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; here, but i guess not. Ang gusto ko na lang itatak sa isip ko, because of &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, i am now a BETTER person, not a BITTER person. Pero bakit parang pareho lang ako? Tuloy, sometimes i think, hundred percent okay nga ba talaga ako? Basta, ang alam ko, i'm more okay than i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ultimate test of how good of a friend i really am comes up tomorrow. I hope i can handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115729898238320692?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115729898238320692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115729898238320692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115729898238320692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115729898238320692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/09/bitter-better-person.html' title='a bitter BETTER person..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115656926153256122</id><published>2006-08-25T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:14:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it rain on me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;*puhleez, just read the entry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Don't Let The Sun Go Down on Me - &lt;em&gt;Jasmine Trias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It had been a not-so-good day. Woke up, and i wasn't really surprised when i noticed that tear streaks had dried on my cheeks. Bad *actually, sad* dream. Got ready, and left for work a little earlier than usual. I just have to get out of the house. I didn't wanna hear my Ma crying. Yup, my lil bro made her cry. Again. I wanted to comfort her, but i was worried i might join the sobfest too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to work, where i strained my eyes for like 6 to 7 hours straight, focused on the computer, focused on work. Physically stressed, mentally drained and emotionally vulnerable, that's how i really felt after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i got rained on. Nice. What a way to end a perfectly gloomy day. For once, i wanted to stay under the rain, and cry my heart out. Just let the rain wash away all the hurt and pain *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gaaah, now i'm back to using these words again.. dammit&lt;/span&gt;* i'm feeling inside. I just wanna curl up and sleep, wish that tomorrow is another day, hope that it will be a good one. A better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115656926153256122?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115656926153256122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115656926153256122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115656926153256122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115656926153256122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-it-rain-on-me.html' title='let it rain on me..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115648117616524212</id><published>2006-08-25T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:50:42.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the way you make me feel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;haaay.. senti-sentihan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;It's The Way You Make Me Feel - &lt;em&gt;Steps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;But you belong to another &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;But my heart just can't hold back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why i love &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt;. He always refers to me songs, na feeling niya can-relate ako. Sabi niya, he thought of me when he first heard the song. Sapol nga raw eh, though i have the vaguest idea of what he meant. I have to admit, tama siya at some point, pero hindi sa kabuuan. I downloaded the song almost immediately, and now it's the only song playing on my media player, onRepeat. Though i've heard this song before, i never really bothered looking up the lyrics of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Backstage/1687/itwymmfsteps.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out for the complete lyrics of the song. The one i posted above was just part of it. Yan kasi yung medyo may dating eh. Hehehe. I thank &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt; for re-introducing the song to me.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagagandahan ako sa YM status ko ngayon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;..the weirdest thing happened this morning.. i woke up with tears in my eyes.. and one rolling down my cheek.. and i knew i must have been dreaming of you again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takla kasi naman yung dream ko eh. Azzar. I didn't make this, pero that's exactly how i feel. Idagdag mo pa yung status ni &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it possible to be just friends with someone I have these sort of non-moderate feelings for? Or am I doomed forever to just be in love and ultimately significantly hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takla naman talagang life ito. Haaay! Life, parang buhay. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a totally different entry in mind, pero this one seemed to be the better option, considering how i feel at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115648117616524212?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115648117616524212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115648117616524212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115648117616524212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115648117616524212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-way-you-make-me-feel.html' title='it&apos;s the way you make me feel..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115617490386800633</id><published>2006-08-22T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:50:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theme songs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;full.. just had lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Lucy - &lt;em&gt;Hanson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-sick-and-sad.html" alt="LISTENING TO part"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; *the LISTENING TO part*, and the other song (which is coincidentally on my playlist right now, on repeat) and it made me think of all the songs that i used to think have a connection to me. Honestly, before, i always believed that some songs, love songs and senti for that matter, are meant for me. I wanted to think they were all written for me and my so-called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lovelife&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past (and until the present), i've had several &lt;em&gt;theme songs&lt;/em&gt;, for me, with my friends, with my past relationships, and with everything that happens with my life. Any song i was singing or listening to when something good happened to me, automatically made it to my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;theme songs&lt;/span&gt;. And until now, whenever i hear any of them, it still puts a smile, sometimes even a goofy grin, on my face. Some of the songs i considered special (those that i can remember at the moment):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You Say Nothing At All&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - the Ronan Keating version. JJ, someone from the past, and i had this theme song back in high school. He even had his friend whistle it for me, on the school corridor during one of my classes. Sweet. Aaaww.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Be Missing You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Like a Pill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Puff Daddy (with the gang) and Pink respectively. Me and my St Paul friends used to go on roadtrips, cruising along the highways, windows open, radio on full volume, and the music blasting. Gaah. I really miss them, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready For a Fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and then &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ipagpatawad Mo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - PJ Olsson and VST &amp; Co. These are songs i sing whenever i'm falling and fall in love. With a friend. I just simply love them. If you'd just listen to the message of the songs, you'll know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stubborn Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. A Christian song that i used to sing for JB, another ex. He liked it when i sang it, so whenever we'd jam then, this song was always part of our sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honey, My Love, So Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana ay Mahalin Mo Pa Rin ako&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - both by April Boys. Yeah, i know. Cheesy love songs. Tagalog, even. But hey, &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/10/sing-me-love-song.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is the reason.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Never Get Over You Getting Over Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and later followed by &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've Made Me Stronger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - perfect heartbreak and moving on song. I can totally relate. And just recently (actually, a little over 3 months ago), this fit my case entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Speak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - No Doubt. Oblivion played it on his guitar. I sang it. From then on, this song was onRepeat for several weeks on my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Riddance (Time of your Life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Greenday. Our high school graduation song. The rest of the class sang it, while 5 of us (me, Sonn, Xanne, Pax, and Cram) played it on our guitars as accompaniment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dilemma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -  Nelly feat Kelly. Another St Paul days favorite. Mitz, one of my roomies then, and i were nursing our broken hearts with this song, after a break-up with our respective boyfriends over the weekend that passed. We had this 3D (Di-lemma, Di-kumakain, Di-pumapasok sa class) moments where we stayed locked up in our room, sulking and crying our hearts out, and after 4 days, decided we're moving on. And we did. How the song played a part in all that. I don't know. We just loved it.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of Reach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Gabrielle and Gwen Stefani. I don't know. I guess i just love how the songs make an impact on me. On how i view love and relationships. And on how i still refuse to give up on love, even after everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell Me where It Hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Only recently was this song added to my so-called theme songs. Maybe it's because i love singing this on videoke days. Or because, i like how MYMP sang their version of it. Or because I can relate to it. Or because of other reasons. Lots of them, really.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ugly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Meredith Brooks and Sugababes respectively. Perfect girl power type of songs, perfect combination, topping it off with &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115617490386800633?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115617490386800633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115617490386800633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115617490386800633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115617490386800633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/theme-songs_22.html' title='theme songs..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115617476986101413</id><published>2006-08-21T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:39:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sleepy and still kinda sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Love Will Show You Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;things haven't gone the way i had planned&lt;br /&gt;my feelings, i realize, have gotten out of hand&lt;br /&gt;my emotions have once again taken over me&lt;br /&gt;i'm again facing a battle with my destiny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love has once again presented itself to me&lt;br /&gt;when i've convinced myself i'm not yet ready&lt;br /&gt;somehow it found its way back to my heart&lt;br /&gt;willing it again for a brand new start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love opened my eyes, you were in front of me&lt;br /&gt;another person to love was what i was made to see&lt;br /&gt;and despite the hurt and pain i've been through&lt;br /&gt;i now find myself having fallen for you..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115617476986101413?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115617476986101413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115617476986101413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115617476986101413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115617476986101413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-again.html' title='love, again..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115617336783833343</id><published>2006-08-20T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:22:18.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sleepless night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;kinda sleepy, but still up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Awake - &lt;em&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you sleep and dream of someone, when that same person is keeping you up all night? Not only has that person invaded your heart, but also has taken over your thoughts. Another sleepless night. Another tearful realization. Damn. I hate it when i'm sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115617336783833343?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115617336783833343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115617336783833343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115617336783833343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115617336783833343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/sleepless-night.html' title='a sleepless night..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115588463205789532</id><published>2006-08-18T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:07:03.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;aligaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Twisted - &lt;em&gt;Keith Sweat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a month, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; February, kasi month sya ng love.. gusto ko, full of love din ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a day, of the week I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; Friday.. ala lang.. kasi tipong, there's something to look forward to.. the weekend.. and the coming week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a time of day, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; 9 am.. not too early.. not too late.. tama lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a planet, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; earth.. dito lang may buhay eh.. tsaka andito lahat ng mahal ko.. sa buhay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a sea animal, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; a dolphin.. graceful.. tapos noisy.. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a direction, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; the east.. the sun rises in the east.. i would like to be the dawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a sin, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; ah.. this made me think.. uhm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a liquid, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; water.. importante 'to eh.. i would like to be treated as important din..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a bird, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; an eagle, and soar above the clouds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a flower, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; Sampaguita.. pure and clean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a kind of weather, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; sunny.. don't wanna have down spirits eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a musical instrument, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; piano.. to play beautiful music to everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;an animal, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; a dog.. man's best friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a color, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; white.. purity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;an emotion, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; happiness.. don't wanna be sad anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a vegetable, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a song, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; a love song.. to touch the hearts of those in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a place, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; Paris.. the place for hopeless romantics.. like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a thing, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; a book.. so that many would learn from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a taste, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; sweet.. need i say more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a word, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; love.. basta.. love na sa love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a body part, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; heart.. basta.. connected sa love eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a subject in school, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; English or Math.. English: most loved (oftentimes).. Math: challenging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a/an cartoon/anime character, I would rather be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; Bugs Bunny.. para kasing ala syang problema sa buhay eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a shape, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; circle.. can't explain.. basta, bilog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a number, I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; 18.. the age (ladies) between being a girl and a woman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;got this from Friendster&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;uy, &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://darwinparkustero.i.ph"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://augs.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt;, and the rest, sagot lang kayo if you want..&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115588463205789532?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115588463205789532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115588463205789532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115588463205789532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115588463205789532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-i-were.html' title='if i were..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115577709979088409</id><published>2006-08-17T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:21:21.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just to start off..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;still kinda sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Turn It Up - &lt;em&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 SONGS YOU'VE BEEN LISTENING TO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kokomo (Beach Boys)&lt;br /&gt;- Alive(Frio) *na sabi ni Irish Bamboo raw ang kumanta at Make Me ang title*&lt;br /&gt;- Ugly (Sugababes)&lt;br /&gt;- Out of Reach (Gabrielle)&lt;br /&gt;- Stay (Lisa Loeb)&lt;br /&gt;- Cool (Gwen Stefani)&lt;br /&gt;- 1979 (Smashing Pumpkins)&lt;br /&gt;- Gone Going (Black eyed Peas)&lt;br /&gt;- How Do You Do (Roxette)&lt;br /&gt;- Stars are Blind (Paris Hilton) *love is blind na rin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09 THINGS YOU LOOK FORWARD TO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weekend *long weekend kasi*&lt;br /&gt;- end of internship *medyo medyo*&lt;br /&gt;- the holidays&lt;br /&gt;- yung movie nina Sam &amp; Toni, &lt;em&gt;You Are the One&lt;/em&gt; *takte, kilig movie again*&lt;br /&gt;- next get-together or outing ng Hinayupackz&lt;br /&gt;- my birthday *several months away pa*&lt;br /&gt;- having a lovelife *sana anytime soon.. hahaha..*&lt;br /&gt;- getting married *pero not in the near future*&lt;br /&gt;- having a family of my own *sobrang tagal pa neto*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;08 THINGS YOU LIKE TO WEAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- anything pa-girl *pagka-minsan*&lt;br /&gt;- comfortable pambahay&lt;br /&gt;- pants *panglakad*&lt;br /&gt;- watch *can't leave the house without it*&lt;br /&gt;- scrunchy *lalo na pag bad hair day*&lt;br /&gt;- flipflops or slip-ons&lt;br /&gt;- glasses *pag di naka-contact*&lt;br /&gt;- caps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07 THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being woken up in the middle of a good dream *i bet, kayo din minsan*&lt;br /&gt;- being rudely interrupted while working *having no music while working rin*&lt;br /&gt;- getting wet even under an umbrella *nagpayong pa ako diba?!*&lt;br /&gt;- walking behind slow-paced people&lt;br /&gt;- standing in a crowd flanked by good-smelling *insert sarcasm* people&lt;br /&gt;- being misinterpreted or judged by others&lt;br /&gt;- not getting what i want *sometimes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;06 EXPRESSIONS YOU SAY MOST DAYS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ngek!&lt;br /&gt;- toink!&lt;br /&gt;- damn!&lt;br /&gt;- takla.. *sagwa naman kasi kung t_e ang sasabihin ko*&lt;br /&gt;- frack.. *deriviation from f@ck.. got it from Kai ata*&lt;br /&gt;- shoot! *deriviation ng sh!t*&lt;br /&gt;**at talagang in-explain ko pa..:D**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05 THINGS YOU DO EVERYDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sleep and eat *lakas ko dito*&lt;br /&gt;- bath and prepare&lt;br /&gt;- go to work&lt;br /&gt;- surf the net&lt;br /&gt;- text or chat with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04 FRIENDS YOU SPEND MOST OF YOUR TIME WITH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iRish&lt;br /&gt;- Arjay&lt;br /&gt;- Dadi&lt;br /&gt;- Bhasti (and the rest of the Hinayupackz.. don't get mad please..:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03 MOVIES YOU'D WATCH OVER &amp; OVER AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My BestFriend's Wedding *i'd even cry over and over again*&lt;br /&gt;- Clueless&lt;br /&gt;- 10 Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02 OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT THE MOMENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tell Me Where It Hurts (MYMP) *ah, basta*&lt;br /&gt;- Unfaithful (Rihanna) *type ko yung song, though i'm not like that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;01 PERSON YOU COULD SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- siya, syempre.. hehehe:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;got this from a Friendster bulletin, way way back 2004&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115577709979088409?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115577709979088409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115577709979088409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115577709979088409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115577709979088409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-to-start-off.html' title='just to start off..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115554739937622771</id><published>2006-08-14T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:29:05.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try it out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;bored na naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;My Oh My (Aqua) *midi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074789727' method='POST'&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2 style='background-color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#DDDD88'&gt;Is someone in LOVE...!?!?! 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Sige, rub it in.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115554739937622771?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115554739937622771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115554739937622771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115554739937622771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115554739937622771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/try-it-out.html' title='try it out..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115554165676559075</id><published>2006-08-14T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:47:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miserably peaceful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;tormented and confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Immortality (Celine Dion) *midi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that whatever decision i make, there should always be peace in my heart. And to choose between what makes me happy, or what is right, i should go for the latter. But why do i still feel confused, try as i might to tell myself i should choose to do what's right? My heart is still troubled, and that i have this unsettling feeling that i'm making my life miserable, more than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/04/wedding-date.html"&gt;same&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-stand-corrected.html"&gt;pattern&lt;/a&gt; all over again. Almost. There's no more way of getting out of this mess. How i got myself into this? I don't know. How i'll get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of it? I don't know either. Hirap naman ng &lt;a href="http://iamveryclueless.blogspot.com/2006/03/choices.html"&gt;choices&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115554165676559075?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115554165676559075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115554165676559075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115554165676559075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115554165676559075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/miserably-peaceful.html' title='miserably peaceful..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115526553460156382</id><published>2006-08-11T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:28:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what will you do??</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;bored and sleepy na talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;7th Heaven theme *midi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;may lumapit sayo at nagpa-autograph&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; magtatatalon sa tuwa.. pagkamalan daw ba akong ta-artist?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bigla kang hinalikan ng close/bestfriend mong opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hala, sige.. sunggab ang lola mo..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;binigyan ka ng nanay mo ng 100 pesos at sinabing umalis ka na at mabuhay ka na mag-isa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sasabihin ko, "No Deal!" sabay ekis ng mga kamay.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pinuntahan ka ng crush mo sa bahay niyo bigla&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; siyempre, ayos agad ako di ba?! tapos todo entertain ang drama ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dinare kang magyosi&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sige.. dare lang.. di ko naman gagawin eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nalaman mong 1 month ka nalang pwedeng mabuhay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; susulitin ko na ang mga overnights ko.. pati gimmicks.. movie trips na rin.. lahat with friends and family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;magma-migrate na kayo kaso may syota ka dito na maiiwan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; paiwan na lang ako.. sabay live-in.. hehehe.. joke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;binackstab ka ng kaibigan mo&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; aba'y, back-stabban na 'to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inalok ka ng ABS CBN para sa isang commercial&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pwera foot powder and deodorant commercial, ha?? no dishwashing liquid din.. o kaya sabong panlaba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hinabol ka ng aso&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; uunahan ko na.. kakagatin ko.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;natawagan ka ng isang favorite celebrity mo by accident&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "accidents happen.. can we meet??" *asa pa ako*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;magsa-squat nalang daw kayo ng pamilya mo&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yan.. refer to question #3. Deal na ako..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;may mga issue ka sa school mo&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kahit saan naman, may issue ako.. okay lang.. make them wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sumemplang ka sa harap ng crush mo&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; gugulong-gulong na rin ako, para mas masaya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nagkagusto ka sa crush ng friend mo&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ngek!! as if mangyayari yun.. magkakaiba naman kami ng taste sa mga crushes namin eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;sobrang bored na ako, kaya puro pa-balang na mga sagot ko.. hehehe.. wag niyo na lang seryosohin yung iba.. nwei, got this from &lt;a href="http://augs.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz's blog&lt;/a&gt; nga pala..&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115526553460156382?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115526553460156382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115526553460156382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115526553460156382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115526553460156382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-will-you-do.html' title='what will you do??'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115526339076711362</id><published>2006-08-11T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:25:02.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four things about me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;antok na ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;90210 theme *midi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you may not have known about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love Counsel slash &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Big Sister&lt;/span&gt; slash Girlfriend slash BestFriend (san ka pa?! all-in-one) &lt;br /&gt;2. Sunday School Teacher (o di ba?! active ako dati sa church eh.. hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;3. Responsible Daughter slash Good Sister slash Smart Tita slash Reliable Niece slash Cool Cousin slash Angelic Grandchild (yan, family-oriented eh..)&lt;br /&gt;4. Intern dito sa &lt;a href="http://www.radixsys.com/"&gt;RadixSys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four movies you would watch over and over&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.  My BestFriend's Wedding (and All Julia Roberts movie)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Clueless&lt;br /&gt;3.  10 Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;4.  movies ni Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock (together or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four places you have lived&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Aparri, Cagayan (sa north)&lt;br /&gt;2.  College Avenue, Tuguegarao City (St Paul days ko pa)&lt;br /&gt;3.  sa house ng big bro ko&lt;br /&gt;4.  Remmanville, BLS, Paranaque City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four TV shows you love to watch&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Friends (kahit nag-end na siya, okay lang ang re-runs)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Oprah&lt;br /&gt;3.  any CSI series&lt;br /&gt;4.  Game Ka Na Ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four places you have been on vacation&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pangasinan&lt;br /&gt;2. Batangas&lt;br /&gt;3. Cavite&lt;br /&gt;4. HongKong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Websites you visit daily&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. blogs ni &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://augs.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://darwinparkustero.i.ph"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaysonz.multiply.com"&gt;Jayson&lt;/a&gt;, at &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://mail.yahoo.com"&gt;Yahoo mail&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mail.apc.edu.ph"&gt;APC mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. si bespren &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; ko sympre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four of my favorite foods&lt;/span&gt;: (lately)&lt;br /&gt;1. burger and fries ng McDo&lt;br /&gt;2. chicken strips ng Jolibee&lt;br /&gt;3. fun shots and mashed potato ng KFC&lt;br /&gt;4. pork chao fan ng Chowking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Right now I would rather be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. with my friends&lt;br /&gt;2. at home, sleeping&lt;br /&gt;3. nakikipagkuwentuhan and making a lot of noise&lt;br /&gt;4. watching &lt;em&gt;The Break-Up&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Click&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four friends I think will respond&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;---- kahit sino sa kanila.. galing na 'to kay &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; eh, so out na siguro siya.. malamang si &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt; next, pag tinopak.. o kaya si &lt;a href="http://augs.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Return Instructions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;---- ei reader, you're free to post this on your blog.. then broadcast you got the post from me.. thanks.. hehehe..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115526339076711362?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115526339076711362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115526339076711362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115526339076711362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115526339076711362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/four-things-about-me.html' title='four things about me..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115526087946679001</id><published>2006-08-11T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:47:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in one word..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;walang pinagbago sa kahapon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;1979 - &lt;em&gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I S A N G S A L I T A L A M A N G A N G P U W E D E N G I S A G O T !&lt;br /&gt;H I N D I N A K A I L A N G A N N G P A L I W A N A G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sarili mo&lt;/span&gt;: morena..&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boyfriend/girlfriend mo&lt;/span&gt;: wala pa..&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Buhok mo&lt;/span&gt;: mahaba..&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanay mo&lt;/span&gt;: masipag..&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tatay mo&lt;/span&gt;: istrikto..&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paboritong gamit&lt;/span&gt;: relo..&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Napanaginipan mo kagabi&lt;/span&gt;: blangko..&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paboritong inumin&lt;/span&gt;: ** coke..&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pangarap mong bahay&lt;/span&gt;: malaki..&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Social life mo&lt;/span&gt;: masaya..&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yung ex mo&lt;/span&gt;: past..&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kinakatakutan mo&lt;/span&gt;: rejection..&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anong gusto mo para sa birthday mo&lt;/span&gt;: kotse..&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sino kasama mo ngayon&lt;/span&gt;: arjay..&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Best friend mo&lt;/span&gt;: marami..&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anong gusto mong gawin ngayon&lt;/span&gt;: dumaldal..&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Huling bagay na ginawa mo&lt;/span&gt;: nakipag-chat..&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anong suot mo&lt;/span&gt;: pantalon..&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paborito mong season&lt;/span&gt;: summer..&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paborito mong libro&lt;/span&gt;: marami..&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Huli mong kinain&lt;/span&gt;: wala..&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mood mo ngayon&lt;/span&gt;: tahimik..&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anong iniisip mo ngayon&lt;/span&gt;: sitwasyon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com/2006/08/sa-isang-salita.html"&gt;Irish' blog&lt;/a&gt;. Parang nauuso ang pagsagot ng mga Friendster bulletin sa blog eh, kaya for today, yan ang menu ko. Pakasawa kayo, and ako. Hehehe.:D&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115526087946679001?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115526087946679001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115526087946679001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115526087946679001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115526087946679001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-one-word.html' title='in one word..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115519645351859841</id><published>2006-08-10T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T16:05:28.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a continuation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;bored to death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Kokomo - &lt;em&gt;Beach Boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't take it anymore. Everyone thinks I'm indestructable, the girl who never flinches, the girl who always has a smile on her face, the girl who's gone through nothing, the girl who has no fears. I'm tired of it. I don't want to live behind a wall of laughter and smiles anymore. I want people to understand me. I want people to understand how hard it is to be me, and to have to deal with all of this crap and still be expected to be happy. It's not fair. Why can everyone else just fall apart but I have to keep it together?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a continuation of &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-easy-being-me.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I can so relate. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115519645351859841?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115519645351859841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115519645351859841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115519645351859841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115519645351859841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-continuation.html' title='just a continuation..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115518793735341524</id><published>2006-08-10T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:09:02.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment of silence..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;quiet.. a little too quiet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Everywhere (edited version) - &lt;em&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not used to being this quiet. It's like i'm on a speech or talk diet. I wanna blah blah blah but no, i can't. Everybody's just too busy with whatever they're doing. I can't rant out my frustrations. I can't complain. I've been wanting to talk for hours now. But heck, got no one to turn to. I need a sounding board. I need someone to listen. Com'on, talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. For once, i'll shut up. I'll keep quiet, just like everone else. Gaah! This will be a lo&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oon&lt;/span&gt;ng day. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115518793735341524?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115518793735341524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115518793735341524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115518793735341524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115518793735341524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/moment-of-silence.html' title='a moment of silence..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115510617881800606</id><published>2006-08-09T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:53:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-conditioning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;okay lang.. *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nga ba?&lt;/span&gt;*:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Push the Buttons (edited version) - &lt;em&gt;SugaBabes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid i'm getting too transparent. My friends can just read me like a book. They know me well. A little too well, i may add. I thought it helps that i don't get to see most of them always, but still, even in absence, they somehow sense what i'm going through. Hard as i might to deny, sometimes they can just see through me, or as our present situation calls for it, they can feel something's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's really wrong. It's just that, nothing's really right either. I'm somewhere in between. Or, things are somewhat in between. I tell my friends, even myself, that i'm okay. Sometimes, they think otherwise, that i myself, begin to doubt how i really am. Am i really okay? Or am i just saying that to avoid further questions? Will i be able to convince me and others that i really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115510617881800606?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115510617881800606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115510617881800606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115510617881800606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115510617881800606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/self-conditioning.html' title='self-conditioning?'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115500742714801025</id><published>2006-08-08T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:06:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;i'm okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;With A Smile - &lt;em&gt;Eraserheads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan wasn't around yesterday. He texted Arjay to say he's not coming. So i decided to have a trip down memory lane. I began reading my past entries, starting from my &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_ivebeenveryclueless_archive.html"&gt;first posts&lt;/a&gt; until the present. When i was done with my blog, i checked out &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish' blog&lt;/a&gt; for her &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_shiroihana11_archive.html"&gt;earliest entry&lt;/a&gt;. She has less entries so i was done before the day was even over. Then i asked Kai if she knows the link to her first entry. Minutes passed and she still hasn't found it, so i decided to look for it myself. After a few minutes, i got it. I saw her &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com/archive/cm-07_cy-2005_m-07_d-14_y-2005_o-202.html"&gt;first ever entry&lt;/a&gt;. So there, i started reading. It was already 6, time to leave, and i wasn't even halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Allan's back, but Arjay is not around this time. I continued reading &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and i can't help but smile at some of the entries. We all had been so young then. So much had changed. Good changes, bad changes. We've all matured now. We've learned a lot. Nwei, i just wanted to post about this. Allan hasn't given me any instructions yet, so i'm back to reading &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai's blog&lt;/a&gt;.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115500742714801025?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115500742714801025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115500742714801025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115500742714801025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115500742714801025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/looking-back.html' title='looking back..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115458094154767522</id><published>2006-08-03T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:56:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a kinda hard day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Untitled - &lt;em&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sleeplessness is finally taking its toll on me. I feel sick. I woke up with a headache. I got tonsilitis. I'm sneezing quite a lot already, and i know this leads to colds. Soon, i might be coming down with a cough, and sooner, flu. Just had lunch, but had no appetite, and i forced myself to finish the food i've ordered, at the same time, trying hard not to throw up. Damn. I need some medicine. A little loving will definitely help too.:D *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115458094154767522?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115458094154767522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115458094154767522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115458094154767522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115458094154767522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/kinda-hard-day.html' title='a kinda hard day..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115450249414163612</id><published>2006-08-02T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:08:14.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of annoyances and appreciations..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*beep BEEP beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's one thing i hate, it's having no control of this situation i've gotten myself into. But if there's something i hate more, it's knowing that i'm in such a situation, yet still i choose to remain in this mess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished YM-ing with PeeKay (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dadi&lt;/span&gt; as i fondly call him) a few minutes ago. It was like a part 2 of our conversation last Friday night (Saturday dawn). I just appreciate his presence a lot, his friendship and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115450249414163612?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115450249414163612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115450249414163612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115450249414163612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115450249414163612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-annoyances-and-appreciations.html' title='of annoyances and appreciations..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115449476695024094</id><published>2006-08-01T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:05:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet, sad goodbye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sad, but not grieving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;*cousins' animated conversation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to work today. Actually, almost everyone in the whole family missed out either on work or school, just to attend our Lola's burial. The mass started at 9 in the morning, and ended just a little after 10, after everyone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eulogized&lt;/span&gt; *is this even a word?* for her. I, on my part, read the &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-goodbye.html"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt; i made for her last Thursday, while my big bro sang to her &lt;em&gt;Warrior is a Child&lt;/em&gt; by Gary V, a song he often sang to her when he's hanging out at her store. We were all in tears when everybody was done. After the mass, we drove to Manila Memorial Park where we laid her to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family gathered here at home for lunch, and me and my cousins had our own group and played cards. It's a gloomy day, not because of the occasion, but because of the weather, and we all stayed in, sprawled across the living room floor, and napped til 6 in the evening. When i woke up, it occured to me how ironic the situation was. Here we are, the whole family, having a semi-reunion, only because of the death of a relative. Looking back, my Lola would have enjoyed everybody's company. Still, i know, we know, she's happy now, looking down on all of us. I know this is what she would have wanted, us, going on with our lives. I just miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://augs.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt;, and PeeKay came to Lola's wake last Friday night. &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://jaysonz.multiply.com"&gt;Jayson&lt;/a&gt; would have come to, if only their work permitted them to. Still, i know they sympathize with me, and i love them for that. Nwei, &lt;a href="http://augs.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt; left a little before 11, and 30 minutes later, PeeKay arrived. While &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt; really planned on staying the night, PeeKay was just supposed to stay until 2 am, but ended up waiting for the sun to come up before leaving. What happened was, we stayed up all night, talking with each other about a lot of things, our friends and friendship, our lovelives, our respective internships, the economy and politics, and even about some random topic. Then i realized how much i missed them. I missed hanging out with them. With everything we've talked about, now i know why i consider them my two college bestfriends. I miss you guys already. And the rest of the Hinayupackz too.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a minor correction: my Lola's real name is Semproniana Quebral Acidera, opposed to what was wrongly stated in my previous entry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115449476695024094?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115449476695024094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115449476695024094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115449476695024094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115449476695024094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweet-sad-goodbye.html' title='sweet, sad goodbye..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115399060473386194</id><published>2006-07-27T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:57:44.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, goodbye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;emo mode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;I'll Be Missing You - &lt;em&gt;Puff Daddy feat 112 &amp; Faith Evans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When He came and took you away from us&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy to cope with the loss&lt;br /&gt;We were all left in sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;We wondered when will we see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always had so much to share&lt;br /&gt;Your wit, your trust, your love, your care&lt;br /&gt;You've been like a mom to your nephews and nieces&lt;br /&gt;Us, your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;apos&lt;/span&gt;, you gave us lots of hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if you left us all broken and sad&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, deep inside, we also felt glad&lt;br /&gt;We all know you're now at a better place&lt;br /&gt;You've finally seen our dear Saviour's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch over us, as you sit by His side&lt;br /&gt;Beside Him to protect us, to guard and to guide&lt;br /&gt;Though it's kind of hard with you not around&lt;br /&gt;We all know you're in heaven, smiling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts' where we're keeping you&lt;br /&gt;All of your memories, we'll treasure them too&lt;br /&gt;With much love from all of us kids&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Lola, you will surely be missed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made and lovingly dedicate this poem to my Lola (grand aunt), the late Mrs Semproniana Quebral Aniban, who passed away last Saturday, July 22, five days short of her 92nd birthday, which is today. I love her, the whole family does, and we will surely miss her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115399060473386194?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115399060473386194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115399060473386194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115399060473386194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115399060473386194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-goodbye.html' title='Happy Birthday, goodbye..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115344930957527379</id><published>2006-07-21T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:48:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping secrets..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;simply happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;The Reason - &lt;em&gt;Hoobastank&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know. This blog should be about my revelations, as it says in the title bar, but i guess, revelations will have to wait for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that i'd rather keep to myself for now. Not that i'm being selfish or anything. I really am dying to share this with anyone, but, after what happened in the past, i figured that i just can't go broadcasting to the whole world what's eating me the moment i feel like it. There are things that are better left unsaid. For now, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115344930957527379?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115344930957527379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115344930957527379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115344930957527379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115344930957527379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/keeping-secrets.html' title='keeping secrets..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115337155315903919</id><published>2006-07-20T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:01:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not easy being me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;full.. just had lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Because I'm a Girl - &lt;em&gt;Kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you think it's easy being me? Do you think it's easy putting on the act that i do every day? I smile when all i want to do is cry. I laugh when all i want to do is die. I want to tell everyone how my world falls apart each night, when i am laying in bed, with tears in my eyes, pleading with God to help me. I want to let everyone know what it is like to be me, pretending to be happy, pretending to be myself. If it was up to me, i wouldn't be pretending. I would actually be happy. Too bad i'm really not.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not really about me. I just read this somewhere, and it kinda struck a chord. If my situation were different from what it is now, i probably would have been able to relate with this. But no. Definitely not about me. Nice quote though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115337155315903919?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115337155315903919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115337155315903919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115337155315903919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115337155315903919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-easy-being-me.html' title='it&apos;s not easy being me..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115311465379530262</id><published>2006-07-17T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:03:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a weekend treat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;still hang up on the weekends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;I Saw the Sign - &lt;em&gt;Ace of Base&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend came and went. It's back to work again. But honestly, i'm still hang up on everything that happened this past weekend. Yup, it was Radix' 13th Anniversary Celebration, an outing in a nice place in Bucal(?), Laguna, a place called BluSyl. The bus left Manila at around 8am, on Saturday, and we got to Laguna at a little past 9. Mabilis din naman ang biyahe. Pagdating dun, everybody got settled into their respective rooms. After i dropped my bag off, i went out to the hall, and saw everyone grabbing a quick breakfast of bread and coffeee and whatever. I found Arjay, and after we got our food, we sat ourselves on one of the tables that had one familiar face, Caryl. At that moment, thankful ako that Allan invited Arjay and me to join them for lunch last Friday. At least, i met Caryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been seated for a long time yet, when this guy to my right began talking to us. His name, i found out, was Alex. Naipakilala na siya noon ni Allan sa amin, kaso medyo limot ko na rin. A little while later, these guys, JR and Jec, started noticing us too. I didn't know then, that for the rest of that outing, i(we) will be hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game of Taboo started a little after 10, where i was able to participate. Arjay and i were on different teams, magka-team pa sila ni Allan, and it was their team that won. Another trivia game came up afterwards, and we just watched the other players. Before lunch, Caryl joined us, and we played several rounds of Uno. By lunch time, the guys were back and shared the table with us again. It was after lunch that Arjay and i decided to mingle, and followed the guys off to the billiards table. We watched for a while, until Allan invited Caryl and me for a round of videoke. Arjay was left behind to play with the guys. He followed with the videoke a little while later. In fairness, napakanta ko siya, and to his credit, may boses naman. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bosses took over the mic after some time, and we went back to the billiards hall to the guys. There, we found Jec drinking his heart away. He offered me a glass of a Fundador/Emperador looking liquid, and i hesitantly took and drink it. Later, he told me that it was &lt;em&gt;lambanog&lt;/em&gt; from Quezon. It was my first time to taste something like that, and though i could say it didn't taste bad, i don't think i'd try it again. Mapait lalo't water lang ang chaser. After three to four sips, i was already feeling dizzy. They offered me some more, pero i asked the other guys to take my tagay. Sabi ko, delikado pag nakarami ako. Hehehe. Jec and Alex, as i learned after a while, can both speak Ilocano, so i finally felt comfortable with them. Can-relate eh. To wash of the &lt;em&gt;drunkeness&lt;/em&gt; that i think i have, sumama na rin ako nung nagkayayaan ng mag-swimming. Arjay excused himself and went to take a nap, while Caryl was nowhere in sight. So again, i was left with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img522.imageshack.us/my.php?image=30il5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/7885/30il5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://img358.imageshack.us/my.php?image=32kq9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/4131/32kq9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't really swimming at all. We just sat on one side of the pool, and got to know each other better. Actually, they already knew each other since they belonged to the same batch of trainees at Radix last year. We got along pretty well, and before i knew it, i was already goofing around with them. We cracked jokes, and teased each other. They told me stories about their work and their batch, while they asked me about our internship and school. A little sharing and bonding time with them, it felt good. And, take note, mas matatanda sila kesa sa akin. Puro 'kuya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img104.imageshack.us/my.php?image=31fg8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/7783/31fg8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://img291.imageshack.us/my.php?image=34pj0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/195/34pj0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little before six, Sir Vic called everyone out of the pool for a game of Bingo. Me, the guys, Arjay and Caryl were once again seated at one table. We had two Bingo cards each, but unfortunately, neither of us won any round. Nagkakabiruan na nga kung sino raw ba ang may balat sa puwet sa amin eh. Tapos, nung last game na, block-out round, I-17 na lang ang kulang ko, Bingo na ako. Sir Alex asked kung may namumuro na raw ba sa I. Um-oo ako, pati yung isa pang lalaki sa kabilang mesa. I waited for I-17 to be called. Then when I-16 was said, this guy from the other table jumped and shouted &lt;em&gt;Bingo!&lt;/em&gt;. You could just imagine how i looked like when i heard that. Tahimik tuloy ako nung dinner, pero syempre, not because i lost. Wala lang akong maisip na sabihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img358.imageshack.us/my.php?image=35wm6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/5546/35wm6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nun, nagkayayaan uli mag-videoke. Ang mga lalaki, di ko in-expect, marurunong palang kumanta. Oldies pa nga eh. In fairness, may tono. After magpakasawa, swimming uli. I didn't want to get wet again, kahit medyo damp pa ako, so Arjay and i just sat at the kiddie pool's edge, while they swam. Maya-maya, kumuha na si Alex ng San Mig Light at San Miguel Beer sa fridge, and we drank again. Di ko naman naubos yung Light ko, and Jec finished it for me. Afterwards, nagtimpla na lang kami ni Arjay ng kape, and went to watch the guys swim again, this time at the deeper pool. Nagkuwnetuhan na lang uli kami. Tungkol san? Of course, ang &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/work-madness.html"&gt;favorite&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-work-no-play.html"&gt;topic&lt;/a&gt; namin. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before two, we packed ourselves in, and slept until a little after 5am. After a quick breakfast, we were on our way back to Manila. Like the day before, isang oras din lang ang biyahe. Di nga lang namalayan kasi tulog kami for most of the trip. Puyat-puyat eh. Pagbaba ng Radix, i didn't see any more of the guys, which was better. Feeling ko kasi, parang ang hirap mag-goodbye. Eto na nga ba yung sinasabi ko eh. Ayaw kong napapalapit at gumagaan ang loob ko sa mga taong pansamantala ko lang makakasama. Haaay! Nwei, i've emailed Alex already, and i hope we become good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. A lengthy recap of Saturday and Sunday. Not much kuwento about yesterday, kasi pagdating ko ng bahay ng 8:30 am, plakda agad ako sa kama, and slept until 7 in the evening. Haba ng tulog noh? Bawi lang. Tapos eto, back to work na naman. Parang ang hirap magtrabaho after mag-relax. Sana relax na lang lagi. Hehehe. Wish ko lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115311465379530262?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115311465379530262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115311465379530262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115311465379530262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115311465379530262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-treat.html' title='a weekend treat..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115271935605437341</id><published>2006-07-13T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:12:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet, sweet thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;better, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Out of Reach - &lt;em&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: I'm always here for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: What's wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I like her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: Talk to her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I don't know. She won't ever like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: Don't say that. You're amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I just want her to know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: Then tell her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: She won't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: How do you know that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I just can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: Well, just tell her then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: Tell her how much you like her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I tell her that daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: What do you mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I'm always with her. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: I know how you feel. I have the same problem, but he'll never like me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: Wait, who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: Oh, some boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: Oh. She won't like me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: She does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: How do u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: Because, who wouldn't like you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: You're wrong, I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL: So, are you going to talk to her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there, nakahanap na ako ng pambawi sa previous entry ko. It's nice to know things could end in a positive note pala. I found(read) both entries in a &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; bulletin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115271935605437341?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115271935605437341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115271935605437341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115271935605437341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115271935605437341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-sweet-thoughts.html' title='sweet, sweet thoughts..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115271849156658314</id><published>2006-07-13T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:49:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;sleepy, so early in the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Dreams - &lt;em&gt;The Cranberries&lt;/em&gt; *midi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: I saw her today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: I saw him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: It seems like it's been forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: I wonder if he still cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: She looks better than before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: I couldn't stop staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: I asked her how things were going.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: I asked about his new girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: I'd choose her over any girl i'm with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: He's probably really happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: I couldn't look at her without starting to cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: He couldn't even look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: I told her I miss her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: He doesn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: I meant it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: He didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: I love her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: He loves his new girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: I held her for the last time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: He gave me a friendly hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: Then I went home and cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Then I went home and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY: I lost her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: I still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if this happened to you? Lungkot noh? Minsan kasi, may mga bagay talaga na dapat sinasabi na. Para malinaw. Para walang left in the dark. Nang walang wasted time and love, just because of unspoken truth, hidden feelings, and concealed emotions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115271849156658314?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115271849156658314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115271849156658314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115271849156658314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115271849156658314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-thoughts.html' title='stupid thoughts..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115267991130910138</id><published>2006-07-12T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:35:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my own..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;okay lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Til I Hear It From You - &lt;em&gt;Gin Blossoms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own (pretending he's beside me). I bet, kung alam mo ang kantang ito, napasabay ka. Nwei, yup, i'm on my own, here at work, that is. Arjay has got somewhere to go, and is coming in a little after lunch. Basically, i'm by myself, continuing the web pages we've started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining hard this morning. May bagyo ata. Bagyo, hindi tornado, as some poeple claim. Flood almost everywhere. Parang ang sarap mag-stay home at matulog. Ang kaso, i need to come to work, dahil kung hindi, mas tambak ang trabaho bukas kung nagkataon. Walang gagawa eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo bored na rin ako. Wala akong makausap. Buti na lang all these work's keeping me busy and all. Okay na rin naman kahit paano. Naaliw din naman ako sa mga nag-flood ng tagboard ko, at sa mga nagcomment sa iba kong posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, to those wondering kung para kanino yung poem sa previous entry, wala lang yun. *foolish grin on my face* Hehehe. I got inspired by one poem i read in a thread in &lt;a href="http://www.praning.com"&gt;praning&lt;/a&gt;. Yun.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115267991130910138?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115267991130910138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115267991130910138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115267991130910138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115267991130910138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-my-own.html' title='on my own..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115258022261320380</id><published>2006-07-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:12:12.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;inspired kuno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;You're Beautiful - &lt;em&gt;James Blunt&lt;/em&gt; *midi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;here i am again tonight,&lt;br /&gt;with all these thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you're okay&lt;br /&gt;are you thinking of me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'm there beside you&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just read your mind&lt;br /&gt;do i have a place inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;coz i sure am keeping you in mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it bothers me why i feel this way&lt;br /&gt;there are things now i just can't say&lt;br /&gt;wish i've known this from the very start&lt;br /&gt;i'm left again with a troubled heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought things are easy, yet i'm struggling&lt;br /&gt;tried hard  to resist it, yet i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'm okay, yet i feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;is this my love story, without a happy ending?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115258022261320380?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115258022261320380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115258022261320380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115258022261320380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115258022261320380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-love-story.html' title='my love story..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115238235747124785</id><published>2006-07-09T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:15:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months and counting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;still up and awake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Mockingbird - &lt;em&gt;Eminem&lt;/em&gt; *midi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been five months (kahapon) since that &lt;a href="http://ivebeenveryclueless.blogspot.com/2006/02/over-and-done.html"&gt;day&lt;/a&gt;. I don't even know why i'm still bothering to write about this. Siguro, dahil na-windang lang naman ako sa text ni &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt; kanina, &lt;em&gt;hapi monthsary?&lt;/em&gt;. Siguro din, dahil wala lang akong maisulat na matino, kaya eto na lang ang naisip kong topic (and since very timing naman din).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Di na ako affected, and yeah, i guess it helped that i haven't seen him at all for the past two and a half months. Wala na nga ata talaga yung dating nararamdaman ko for him. Ka-text ko kanina si &lt;a href="http://augs03.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt;, and never did i ask how he (not &lt;a href="http://augs03.bogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt;) was, not that i didn't want to. It just never entered my mind. I guess that's how &lt;em&gt;unimportant&lt;/em&gt; *can't think of a better term, sorry* he is to me now. Kung dati, he's the first person i ask of, now, not anymore. Safe to say, he's out of the picture already, though not out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i talking about him now? Wala lang. Naisip ko lang. He just entered my mind for no reason whatsoever. I could have talked about someone else, ang kaso, siya naisip ko eh. So yun. I just have to let it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115238235747124785?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115238235747124785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115238235747124785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115238235747124785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115238235747124785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/5-months-and-counting.html' title='5 months and counting?'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115228206408624429</id><published>2006-07-07T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:59:50.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I'm Bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;so gaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Harder to Breathe - &lt;em&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bored out of my wits after lunch today. I wasn't doing anything, except listen to whatever's playing in my mp3. Ang sarap nga mag-MTV moment eh. Feel ko talaga. So there, i had a staring contest (to use &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt;'s term) with my monitor. It even turned off on me, twice or thrice, since i wasn't doing anything at all. Siguro kung enabled lang na ma-view sa YM list ko ang idle time ko, it would have displayed &lt;em&gt;Idle - 48 minutes&lt;/em&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanis din ata laway ko, kasi busy-busyhan naman ang drama ng katabi ko, di kami nagkukuwentuhan. Wala rin akong maka-chat, kasi lahat &lt;em&gt;Busy&lt;/em&gt; status. So yun, nagmuni-muni na lang ako. Nag-iisip kunwari. Nagpepretend na busy *with matching kunot ng noo pa* pag dumaraan yung IP namin. Gusto na ngang sumuko ng mga mata ko eh. Bored na, sleepy pa. Kaloka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img424.imageshack.us/my.php?image=195bv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img424.imageshack.us/img424/8468/195bv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://img438.imageshack.us/my.php?image=203qg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img438.imageshack.us/img438/2557/203qg.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img441.imageshack.us/my.php?image=212ro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/6639/212ro.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nwei, one week na nga rin pala kami sa bago naming terminal. Left pic shows where we are now *na-extra pa si Arjay; blog ni &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; yung naka-display sa monitor ko*, right pic was where we used to be (middle row, mid PCs - bakante na siya ngayon), bottom pic - what's behind us. Yung IP namin, si Allan (who used to be stationed at my terminal), sa tapat ko, so kapag tumatayo siya, napapansin ko agad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend na naman. I hope to get enough rest for next week. Nga pala, we're going on a company outing. 13th anniv ng Radix eh, sa 15 na. Looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115228206408624429?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115228206408624429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115228206408624429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115228206408624429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115228206408624429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-im-bored.html' title='Friday, I&apos;m Bored..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115224858808006411</id><published>2006-07-07T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:22:01.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I'm In Loved..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Friday, I'm In Loved - &lt;em&gt;The Cure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don't care if Monday's blue&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thursday doesn't even start&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if Mondays black&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, never looking back&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, you can hold your head&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;Or Thursday - watch the walls instead&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, wait&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;But Friday, never hesitate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful surprise&lt;br /&gt;To see your shoes and your spirits rise&lt;br /&gt;Throwing out your frown&lt;br /&gt;And just smiling at the sound&lt;br /&gt;And as sleek as a shriek&lt;br /&gt;Spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Always take a big bite&lt;br /&gt;It's such a gorgeous sight&lt;br /&gt;To see you eat in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;You can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115224858808006411?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115224858808006411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115224858808006411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115224858808006411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115224858808006411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-im-in-loved.html' title='Friday, I&apos;m In Loved..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115211372489804188</id><published>2006-07-06T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:21:50.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls vs Grown Women..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;yeah, okay lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Sweet Thing - &lt;em&gt;Nina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read this in an email. Mukhang tama naman eh, kaya naisip ko lang i-post. If a lot of these things don't describe me, i don't know what does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls leave their schedule wide open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls want to control the man in their life.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need controlling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls check you for not calling them.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women are too busy to realize you hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls try to put a man 'on lock' by using sex.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women know that it's the sex of the mental kind that makes a man want to 'lock' you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are afraid to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women revel in it--using it as a time for personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls ignore the good guys.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women ignore the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls make you come.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women make you come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls try to monopolize all their man's time (i.e. don't want him hanging with his friends).&lt;br /&gt;Grown women realize that a lil' bit of space makes the 'together time' even more special and goes to kick it with her own friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls think a guy crying is weak.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women offer their shoulder and a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls want to be spoiled and 'tell' their man so.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women show him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate without fear of losing his manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women know that that was just one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls fall in love, chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all signs.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don't always love you back and move on without bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls will read this and get an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women will read this and pass it on to other grown women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*email kasi, kaya may 'pass it on' pa talaga sa dulo.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115211372489804188?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115211372489804188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115211372489804188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115211372489804188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115211372489804188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls-vs-grown-women.html' title='Girls vs Grown Women..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115206626425211719</id><published>2006-07-05T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:21:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me &amp; my big mouth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;silence ang drama ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Dreams - &lt;em&gt;The Cranberries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big mouth really gets me into trouble. Bad habit. Di ko na naman naisip yung magiging dating ng mga sinabi ko. Asar kaya. Napahamak na naman ako. Nandamay pa ako. Haaay, buhay. Parang life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115206626425211719?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115206626425211719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115206626425211719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115206626425211719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115206626425211719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-my-big-mouth.html' title='me &amp; my big mouth..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115203006703024128</id><published>2006-07-05T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:21:09.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CluelessVille: re-launched..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;pretty good about myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;I Could Let You Love Me - &lt;em&gt;The Tempramentals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm back in the game.:D Missed me? Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115203006703024128?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115203006703024128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115203006703024128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115203006703024128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115203006703024128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/cluelessville-re-launched.html' title='CluelessVille: re-launched..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115202701858501285</id><published>2006-07-04T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:21:00.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no questions asked..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;kinda pissed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Goodbye - &lt;em&gt;Juana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say sorry, i mean it, so don't go questioning my sincerity on that matter. I don't apologize just for the sake of it. It took me time to think things over, and realize my mistakes, and admit that i've been wrong. I say sorry, only to be rebuffed?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115202701858501285?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115202701858501285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115202701858501285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202701858501285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202701858501285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-questions-asked.html' title='no questions asked..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115202682089557909</id><published>2006-07-03T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:55:50.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates, updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;feeling good, na naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Don't Want You Back - &lt;em&gt;Eamon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to re-launch my blog last Saturday, but since i had no internet card, it got postponed. Last Friday evening, i used the remaining hours to email some people. Sorry, &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;. I know you were &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; looking forward to reading my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img342.imageshack.us/my.php?image=076lm1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img342.imageshack.us/img342/9496/076lm1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://img316.imageshack.us/my.php?image=088un.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img316.imageshack.us/img316/9522/088un.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i got together with Jedd and Kuya Ryan in Cubao. We had a lot of catching up, even if i last saw Jedd on May. Hey, so much could happen between then and now, right? So nwei, in Kuya Ry's case, last i saw of him was March 2003. Long ago, right? So, you could just imagine how much we missed each other. We updated each other three years worth of stories in 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedd left earlier in the afternoon, but Kuya Ry and i still had so much to talk about. We ended up having dinner at KFC, where we continued talking and reminiscing and all. It was a fun day, and i regret that it had to end. Oh well, we're all here in Manila, there are still other chances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115202682089557909?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115202682089557909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115202682089557909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202682089557909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202682089557909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates-updates.html' title='updates, updates..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115202625614558297</id><published>2006-06-30T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:51:57.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on (to new terminals)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;end-of-month blues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;My Happy Ending - &lt;em&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img318.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1090tq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/3820/1090tq.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://img451.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1118ia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/4900/1118ia.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Contradicting mood and music.. Nwei, we got moved to our new work station. From a terminal open to everyone, Arjay and i got our own cubicles. Yeah, baby! After two months of being exposed to everyone in Radix, i gotta say, we have our privacies now. Haven't got a decent picture yet, but those above will just have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;right pic: former station; left pic: new cubicle&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115202625614558297?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115202625614558297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115202625614558297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202625614558297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202625614558297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/moving-on-to-new-terminals.html' title='moving on (to new terminals)..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115202592046631334</id><published>2006-06-29T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:16:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional mode..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;*&lt;em&gt;read title&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Ipagpatawad Mo - &lt;em&gt;VST &amp; Co&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. I'm emotional again. Hormones? I don't think so. It's not even that time of the month. I just can't lay a finger on what's bothering me right now. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115202592046631334?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115202592046631334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115202592046631334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202592046631334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202592046631334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/emotional-mode.html' title='emotional mode..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115202503716214250</id><published>2006-06-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:50:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intern lecture and all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;tired, pero okay lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Dry Your Eyes - &lt;em&gt;112&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school for a different reason, but ended up staying for the &lt;em&gt;announced&lt;/em&gt; intern lecture. I got texts asking for confirmation if we had a lecture, and I had replied &lt;em&gt;wala, sa July pa&lt;/em&gt; to a lot of people, only to find out on the supposed time today of the lecture, that we actually have one scheduled for today. Down kasi ang mail server kaya may mga hindi naka-receive ng emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the cafeteria ahead of &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt;, and waited there, with Marc arriving a good ten minutes before he did. I got a text na sa 4th ang venue nung lecture, so we hurriedly went there, and arrived late, but only to a few students who were able to attend. We stayed at the back, where our attention was called a few times because we were just noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img263.imageshack.us/my.php?image=757ah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/1979/757ah.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://img518.imageshack.us/my.php?image=711rr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/2356/711rr.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lecture, we had our picture taken with Miss Mhynne and Miss Jona. We even joked and asked for a copy. Afterwards, Marc and &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt; were asked to help Miss Jona carry the newsletter back to the CPO, where we ended up having a photo op with MJ and Bribz, and eventually, with Miss Jona, who seemed reluctant at first, but gamely gave in to our camwhoreness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img425.imageshack.us/my.php?image=906mw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img425.imageshack.us/img425/4931/906mw.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://img318.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1032dt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img318.imageshack.us/img318/7448/1032dt.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over lunch, we continued talking about our respective internships, and shared a lot with each other. Of course, camwhoreness took over. I was with two of my best camwhore buddies, &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt;. *grins* After a while, i asked &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt; if he could accompany me in canvassing for a mobile hard disk. Marc volunteered to help me out, se the three of us ended going to ParkSquare together. &lt;a href="http://velvetsnow07.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; didn't wanna come. It was raining when we got there, but it soon let up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img448.imageshack.us/my.php?image=scarymovie3vp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img448.imageshack.us/img448/4553/scarymovie3vp.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding myself a good deal, we decided to grab a snack, before leaving. But a spontaneous &lt;em&gt;tara, nood tayo Scary Movie 4&lt;/em&gt;, led us to WalterMart, where the three of us watched. So there i was again, movie tripping. This has got to stop.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and overheard Lola talking to someone on the phone, and found out (after she hang up) that the phone call was for me. I had a guess that it was &lt;a href="http://shiroihana11.blogspot.com"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;, so i called her up, and ended up talking to her for two hours. Grabe! sunog ang linya. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115202503716214250?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115202503716214250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115202503716214250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202503716214250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115202503716214250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/intern-lecture-and-all.html' title='intern lecture and all..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115194318653131928</id><published>2006-06-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:15:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting over him..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;basta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Don't Worry baby - &lt;em&gt;Beach Boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they were right when they said that time passes by quickly when you're having fun. We're less than five months away until our internship is over. Nwei, here's something that just came to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;help me stop what I used to feel&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes, show me what’s real&lt;br /&gt;wake me up from this so-called dream&lt;br /&gt;just be my friend, while I get over him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me realize things that I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;help me realize why things shouldn’t be&lt;br /&gt;show me more of life I never thought existed&lt;br /&gt;remind me of the good things I once took for granted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay beside me, and keep me sane&lt;br /&gt;help me forget all my heartaches and pain&lt;br /&gt;show me how beautiful life really is&lt;br /&gt;refresh me everything that I have missed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me get back up again&lt;br /&gt;tell me to move on, tell me that I can&lt;br /&gt;smile at me, and dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;be with me as I overcome my fears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be my reason as I live again&lt;br /&gt;say that I can make it, as you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;do what you can, do what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;til I can finally tell him, "i've gotten over you!"..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made a slight change at the end of the poem, not that it really matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115194318653131928?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115194318653131928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115194318653131928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115194318653131928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115194318653131928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-over-him.html' title='getting over him..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115194294353534627</id><published>2006-06-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:15:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all work, no play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore - &lt;em&gt;Air Supply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan came to give us another set of pages to design, and to remind us of our internet use. Of course, this started out another complain-fest from me and Arjay, although we didn't tell them to Allan himelf. We kept our complaints to ourselves, and worked on the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to protest the ban of our internet use during office hours, but figured that maybe Allan was just saying all that. We then proceeded on guessing whoever was the culprit in ratting out on us. FYI, we just surf the net when we've got nothing to do already, when we're done with what Allan's giving us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day, i could say we've accomplished enough, that there's nothing Allan could really say about us. He gives us tons to do. We ask a lot of questions. We complain to ourselves, but still we do what we're supposed to do. We may seem aloof, but we keep ourselves busy. We're not perfect, but we try our best. What else could Allan ask for, right? He's got two (of the best) interns doing his job for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nwei, today's my brother's and sister-in-law's 11th wedding anniversary. Happy anniversary to both of you, and may our good Lord continue to bless both of you, your marriage, and your family. I love you, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115194294353534627?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115194294353534627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115194294353534627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115194294353534627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115194294353534627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-work-no-play.html' title='all work, no play?'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115194283820104381</id><published>2006-06-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:39:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie marathon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;ewan ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Careless Whispre - &lt;em&gt;Tamia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time keeping my eyes open today. Why? They feel droopy, and i wanted to get matchsticks, use them as props to keep my eyes open. Why? Yesterday, for like 7 hours, i, together with &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://augs03.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt;, stayed inside the movie house. It was a movie marathon weekend for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, i asked &lt;a href="http://augs03.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt; if he was free if ever &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt; and i planned to get together. He said he was, and then we made plans to meet up in SM Bicutan for a food and movie trip. &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt; confirmed on Saturday, and we talked about watching two movies. One sure movie on our list was &lt;em&gt;The Lake House&lt;/em&gt;. We were debating between &lt;em&gt;Fast &amp; the Furious Tokyo Drift&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Kapag Tumibok ang Puso&lt;/em&gt; (yup, trip din namin ni &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt; ang Pinoy movies), and agreed to decide on it on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/my.php?image=tokyodrift0uk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/6349/tokyodrift0uk.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lakehouse8fw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/8392/lakehouse8fw.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon came, and &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt; confirmed that he'll be coming too. We planned to meet up at 1:30, but ended up assembled by 2pm. The four of us were discussing which movie to watch first. We agreed on &lt;em&gt;The Fast &amp; the Furious&lt;/em&gt;. After &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt; bought the tickets, we had a few minutes left to buy our snacks before the movie started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in just as the opening credits of the movie rolled off screen. The movie was okay, and we were amazed with how the actors drove those astig-looking cars. I wish i had my own. And when i saw Vin Diesel at the end of the movie, i decided the movie was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we ran across the building to the cinema where &lt;em&gt;The Lake House&lt;/em&gt; is showing. We still had a few minutes before the movie actually started, and so we started joking each other for a third movie. I said it was okay with me. &lt;a href="http://augs03.blogdrive.com"&gt;Augz&lt;/a&gt; said the same, and &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt; agreed. &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt; didn't want to at first, but we were able to convince him. So there, while waiting for &lt;em&gt;The Lake House&lt;/em&gt; to begin, &lt;a href="http://basti.blogdrive.com"&gt;Bhasti&lt;/a&gt; went out to buy us tickets for &lt;em&gt;Kapag Tumibok ang Puso&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lake House&lt;/em&gt; began, and there i was, falling in love with Keannu Reeves all over again. I loved him and Sandra Bullock during their &lt;em&gt;Speed&lt;/em&gt; movie days, but i loved them more in this movie. I don't wanna give out spoilers, so i won't go into details about the movie anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie ended, we went back to the other side of the building for our third movie. We didn't wait for the last full show (coz we didn't want to get into trouble with &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt;' parents) so we went in, right in the middle of the movie. No choice kami eh. Nagtetext na nga mom ni &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt; sa akin, pero deadma lang. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a fun weekend with them, although i have to say that my eyes almost gave up on me. I need some sleep. Gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115194283820104381?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115194283820104381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115194283820104381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115194283820104381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115194283820104381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/movie-marathon.html' title='movie marathon..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531087.post-115194269122365862</id><published>2006-06-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:32:23.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work madness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;ho-hum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/b&gt;Always - &lt;em&gt;Atlantic Star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the week went by so quickly, and almost didn't notice the days go by. As expected, i'm again dead-tired from all the work we've done at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, our IP Allan (yup, Arjay and i dropped the 'sir', coz we realized we didn't really have to. See, i knew something like &lt;a href="http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-update.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; would happen) gave us the pages that we have to start working on. Arjay and i traded codes and pages over YM, and designed in silence. We have to use this existing CSS that they have, and mind you, they could use &lt;a href="http://megane.blogdrive.com"&gt;Megz&lt;/a&gt;' or Bribz' expertise on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Background on our project: We were to translate a windows application into a web application using VB and ASP. It is an already existing system for a motor company, and we were tasked to do all the pages and parts of the codes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over lunch, we talked about our work and Allan. Evil, but yeah, we do talk about Allan. No trash talk though, just opinions. *wink wink* Then we wondered if he talks about us too, with his officemates/friends. Palibhasa kasi, gawain namin, kaya siguro naisip din namin yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thursday morning, we were finished with the first set of pages that Allan asked us to work on. Afternoon came, and i guess Allan saw us staring at our monitors again, coz minutes later, he gave us a new batch of pages to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little after lunch a while ago, we were once again finished designing our web pages. Allan came to check up on us, and told us that there'll be another &lt;em&gt;kainan&lt;/em&gt; today. It was the June celebrants' turn of treating everyone this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakantiyawan na naman kami ni Arjay, kung kelan naman daw ba kami magpapakain. Oh, pressure! Last month, ganyan din ang hirit nila. Pano na yan? Unfair kaya. Ang dami nilang nag-aambagan for the food eh, tapos kami, kaming dalawa lang para sa kanilang lahat. Wag naman. Bahala na nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27531087-115194269122365862?l=cluelessville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/feeds/115194269122365862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27531087&amp;postID=115194269122365862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115194269122365862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27531087/posts/default/115194269122365862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessville.blogspot.com/2006/06/work-madness.html' title='work madness..'/><author><name>Tin Nolasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885574726358526500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJNE1watFp8/TNqmmU4q7QI/AAAAAAAAB10/TwDw2LG_ds8/S220/11657_1260312782467_1069082901_30839190_3937169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
