<?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-36885021</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:40:18.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Failure</title><subtitle type='html'>just being me.. and saying what i need to say..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peyLyur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110897329351072090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/50/4090515/26163637519529m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36885021.post-116410033123491293</id><published>2006-11-21T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:12:11.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>past life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"sometimes its okei to bring all those memories back, what makes it hard is not the thought of them, but the fact that we could've done more, to make them stay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;tumatakbo sa aking isipan.. isang nakaraang nabalewala.. d naman inasahan na sa akin mangyayari un, ang mahalin din ng katulad nila.. yup.. its too emo too handle.. im proud to say that i've fallen for only twice in my life.. parehong churchmate.. iba ang ending ng pareho.. ung isa.. d pa ata nagtatapos.. d pa kasi nasisimulan.. isa lang ang biglang napasok sa isipan ko.. ilang araw na ang nagdaraan.. iyon at iyon pa rin ang sumasagi sa isipan ko.. yung gabing umalis ung isa.. di na sila dito.. di ko makalimutan ung sinabi ko.. sinabi nia.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"so pano, hanggang dito na lang.. mag-iingat ka.. andito ang ako... nice meeting you.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;di na kami nagkita ule.. buong gabi.. di ako nakatulog.. d ko xa iniwan.. magkausap ka hanggang makarating siya sa pupuntahan nila.. mei d pa ri ako naaamin sa kania.. na mahal ko xa.. siguro dahil sa sobrang respeto ko sa taong un.. it was too impossible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went on with my life, as well as he did.. d ko naman natago sa kania.. ganun tlga siguro pag nagmahal.. mahirap itago.. nalaman nia.. nalaman ko.. we were good.. but no one can deny the fact that distance is one of the biggest hindrance for a realtionship to grow, bata pa ako.. wala pang malay.. ayoko sana xa pakawalan.. ayoko xa sanang iwan.. pero he thought na iba na mahal ko.. no choice.. aiun.. end ng masaiang pagsasama.. full of regrets.. kasi d na kami nagusap.. bitter na ba.. pero 3 linggo na pinaka masaya sa buhay ko iun.. too bad it had to end soon.. d man lang nabigayan nang pagkakataon na mag grow pa.. now look.. he has a new girl.. and where i am? still at the same spot where he exactly left me? walang progress.. its not that nagsisisi ako.. uhm.. well.. maybe yes.. pero sana lang tlga.. nasabi ko bago xa mawala.. na ako ang pinak masaia kapag kasama ko xa.. kapag magkasabay kami uuwi.. pagsasamahan nia ako sa bahay tapos ididiscuss nia ung ministerial ethics sa akin.. at kung pano nia ko kantahan pag magkausap kami.. now its just a memory.. and there could've been more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36885021-116410033123491293?l=art-of-failure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/feeds/116410033123491293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36885021&amp;postID=116410033123491293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116410033123491293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116410033123491293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/2006/11/past-life.html' title='past life...'/><author><name>peyLyur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110897329351072090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/50/4090515/26163637519529m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36885021.post-116342712113926282</id><published>2006-11-13T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:12:01.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiLig....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"ang hilig para lang yan sa bagay.. napagsasawaan.. pinagsasawaan.. pero ikao.. hnd ka bagay, at d lang ordinaryong tao.. tao kang inaalagaan ko.. iniingatan ko.. sa puso ko.. dahil mahal kita.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;waheh.. aian.. aian ung sinulat ko kaninas a fon nia.. hmm.. akala ko.. magbabago na.. hnd pa pala.. un siguro ang isa sa mga bagay na d ko pa kaiang mangyari.. ang magbago, ung ikao at ako..  hehe hanggang ngayon.. takot pa rin ako.. waa o baka naman nahihiya pa rn ako.. hehe.. asa.. wala daan lang.. maka post lang.. cge ingat kau.. magpakasaia kayo.. kagaia ko.. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36885021-116342712113926282?l=art-of-failure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/feeds/116342712113926282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36885021&amp;postID=116342712113926282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116342712113926282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116342712113926282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/2006/11/hilig.html' title='hiLig....'/><author><name>peyLyur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110897329351072090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/50/4090515/26163637519529m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36885021.post-116289847939912685</id><published>2006-11-07T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T03:21:19.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>selos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"jealousy is a sign of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;insecurity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oi.  aian ang gara.. hnd ko natupad ung cnabi ko na araw2 ako magpo2st.. hehe katamad.. wala alam nio ba sinumpang araw ung sunday Nov.5) alam nio ba kung bakit? una sa lahat.. wala kami caucus.. tapos si aeron umalis na papunta sa dorm nia.. den.. si kuia... umuwi na sa Bacolod.. haaai... kalungkot... parang tanga lang.. nakakaiyak pa rin kpg iniisip ko.. kelan kaia kami magiging kumpleto ule?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isa pang nakakabahala sa akin.. eh si uhm.. sige harry potter.. code lang yan.. adik.. pero wala lang.. uhm.. after kasi nung Sat event.. parang nanlamig na xa sa akin.. hnd naman sa ano.. pero nakakalungkot dn pala.. kasi hnd na xa ung dating sweet xaka makulit sa text.. parang ngayon.. *okei... sige..* basta ganon.. gets nio na un.. nakakalungkot.. kasi nung Sunday.. xa lang ung inaasahan kong magpapatawa sa akin.. pero isang malamig na *okei* lang ang natanggap ko.. iba.. hnd xa.. naisip ko tuloi kung anong nangyari nung Saturday bakit xa naging ganon.. bakit nanlamig.. bakit nag-iba....... aiun.. kaia naman pala.. sana hnd un.. pero tinanong kasi ako ng pinsan nia.. kung mei gs2 ako sa kania.. xempre sagot ko wala.. after non.. nagusap sila.. tapos.. ansenti niaa na.. i mean.. basta alam na... sinabi nia pa nga sa akin bakit daw nakikialam ako sa buhai nia.. anu ibg sabihin non.... xet naman... ayoko nang ganito.. ayokong magkaganito kami.. waaaa......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36885021-116289847939912685?l=art-of-failure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/feeds/116289847939912685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36885021&amp;postID=116289847939912685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116289847939912685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116289847939912685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/2006/11/selos.html' title='selos..'/><author><name>peyLyur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110897329351072090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/50/4090515/26163637519529m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36885021.post-116263224877418990</id><published>2006-11-04T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:24:08.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hintay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"he's just like the little prince.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so vulnerable and fragile...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet with every other day i spend with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i cant stop from falling inlove with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;deeply.. silently.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     aba akalain mo iun.. ngayon ay ika-4 ng Nobyembre.. waa.. grabe iung simula ng araw ko.. 4:30 ako nagising pero kelangan 4:30am nasa church na.. kumusta naman iun db? pero cge.. sabihin na natin na umaga pa lang eh malupet na.. kung bakit.. eh pakinggan nio na lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    nagulat ako.. mei mga tao sa labas ng bahay namin.. weeee.. xa pala kasama pinsan ko.. akalain mo iun sunduin ako.. hehe joke.. pero cerioso.. dahil don.. umaga pa lang pede na tapusin araw ko.. haha.. makita ko ba naman xa.. naka bonet.. tapos parang.. whew... anu ba yan.. answerte tlga ng mamahalin nia.. swerte ko pala.. waa.. asa naman db..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    and so aiun.. nabad3p pa nga xa.. xaka sana napangiti ko xa sa cnbi ko na.. *okei lang yan d naman kita iiwan" ngumiti daw xa sabi ni gen.. waa sana.. pero aun nasa pinuntahan na namin kami.. buong arao ko xng kasama.. at literal na magkasama.. tapos mei napansin ako.. parang nagseselos xa sa isang taong d dapat kaselosan... kung alam lang nia.. d ko mgagawang maghanap ng iba.. ang totoo nga eh xa pa ung mei capability na MAKAHANAP ng iba.. kawawa naman ako... pero ayos lang.. sana nga mabasa nia toh eh.. kasi para sa kania lahat ng mga sasabihin ko.. pra lang sau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   gs2 ko sabihin sau na.. wala kang dapat ipangamba.. oo cguro nakakatakot at baliw isipin.. pano kung bglang mag-iba.. bglang mei ibang dumating.. sa araw2 na gnawa ng buhai ko.. mula ng makilala kita.. un ang nasa isip ko.. para nga kong baliw.. kasi kinakatakutan ko ang isang bagay na d pa nangyayari. pero pake ko.. at ako dn ang pnaka masaiang tao.. nung makita at makilala at makasama kita 4 or 5 years ago.. gulat ako non nung makita kita... araw araw hinangad ko na mapasakin ka.. kaia lang ur too good for me.. panaginip na lang.. kaia napaka saia ko nung nalaman ko iun.. pero bglang maia maia lalo ata akong natakot.. pano pag isang umaga pag gising mo hnd na ako ung mahal mo? ikaw mei iba na pero ako.. ikaw pa rin.. d ko mapigilan.. d ko maiwasan.. lalo lang ako nagiging tanga.. at asa.. na mei tau bukas. ang gara.. pero tlgang naghihintayan tau.. kung alam lang nila.. kung alam mo lang.... lihim kong tnatago.. matinding paghahangad sau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   waaa sige na nga ang corny na eh.. pero d nga.. totoo... maghihintay ako.. abutin man ng bukas or whenever.. basta hanggat kaya ko at nakikita kong mei silbi pa... itutuloy ko toh.. ingatan m sarili mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36885021-116263224877418990?l=art-of-failure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/feeds/116263224877418990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36885021&amp;postID=116263224877418990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116263224877418990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116263224877418990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/2006/11/hintay.html' title='hintay...'/><author><name>peyLyur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110897329351072090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/50/4090515/26163637519529m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36885021.post-116256690408257312</id><published>2006-11-03T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:15:04.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ito nga ba ang tama..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"there's  no reason to bring it all back.. cause there's nothing to be brought back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ngayon ay nov.3,2006.. 11pm na.. maia maia aalis kami.. papuntang central... yeah... am dude.. at d pa ako natutulog.. d lang iun... nasipa ata ako ng kabayong pula.. haha! gan2 pala kapag under the influene ka.. wala akong ibang maisip.. puro xa na lang... bakit kaia.. akala ko ba pag uminom ka malilimutan mo problema mo? eh bat parang lalo ko xang naiisip? anu ba yan.. nakakasenti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      hnd ko tlga alam kung ano meron sa kania.. bakit hirap na hirap akong makalimot.. at kumalimot.. kung tutuusins sa mga ginawa nia sa akin? eh sapat na iun para magalit ako sa kania,. db sabi nila.. ung anger and hurt daw ay enuf para mawala ang malalim na pagtingin mo sa isang tao..? eh bat ako hnd.. so inshort.. de xa pede maging theory.. paniniwala lang xa.. pero d naman totoo.. ang gara..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      ah.. nga pala.. kung nagtataka kau kung bakit buhai pa ang aking kaluluwa ngayong gabi.. kahit na maaga alis namin mamaia.,. eh dahil sa d maipaliwanag na kadahilanan.. haha.. teka.. pede ba mag net kahit mei tama ka na.. bwahaha.. ang corny ko.. te lasing lang.. waaa.. d ako lasing alam ko pa sinasabi ko.. siguro bangag lang.. hehe basta inna ingat ka... pagaling ka huh.. pahilumin mo muna yang sugat sugat mong puso.. tapos.. pawasak mo uli ung tahi.. at CGURADUHIN mo na sa PAREHONG TAO yan.. para mei katuturang tawagin kang TANGA!!! haaaai..... sige gudnyt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36885021-116256690408257312?l=art-of-failure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/feeds/116256690408257312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36885021&amp;postID=116256690408257312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116256690408257312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116256690408257312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/2006/11/ito-nga-ba-ang-tama.html' title='ito nga ba ang tama..'/><author><name>peyLyur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110897329351072090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/50/4090515/26163637519529m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36885021.post-116245674826743654</id><published>2006-11-02T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T06:07:37.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>braces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"words are the source of misunderstandings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;today is the 2nd of November.. wow tgnan m nga naman.. ambiLis ng panahon.. parang kelan lang db.. june pa lang.. tinatamad pa ko pumasok.. pero ngayon.. malapit naq mag enter sa next level.. pero hey.. walang konek ung title sa sinasabi ko.. hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiun.. i finally had my bracket placing.. oi and tenx to it.. pumayat DAW ako.. hehe.. saia naman.. pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d lang pagpapayat ang nasa isip ko tuwing sumasagi sa isipan ko iung braces.. its more of.. having a new look.. and maybe.. new life.... i dont know why.. pero masaia ako dahil dito, pero mei onting pangamba lang.. sabi nia kasi.. lahat daw ng babaeng nagu2stuhan niya pag nagbraces d na nia gs2.. and so what.. ano magagawa ko? kelangan ko... hehe.. antaray,, pero totoo naman eh.. d ko kelangan mag paka-iba para lang ma impress siya sa akin.. if he likes me.. then good, but kung hnd.. okei lang. madami pa jan iba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;infairness masakit xa.. nakakabagot.. kasi gs2 ko kumain pero hnd ako makakain.. para ngang engeng eh... pero wala lang... hehe.. wala na ako masabi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiun.. dalawang arao ko na xang hnd nakikita.. pero kanina nagkita kami.. but something strange happened.. basta parang iba.. hnd ko alam kung ano iung nag-iba.. ung ako ba.. o xa.. o wat? baka.. ung way ng pakikitungo nia.. kasi naman eh.. pabago-bago.. ngayon.. oo mahal kita.. tapos after ilang seconds.. ah eh.. mahal ka jan.. parang ganon.. sana maging malinaw na ang lahat.. im not expecting anything,, parang nung first time kong mag ka braces... i didnt expect na magiging maganda ung dating sa akin and like... pero now its clear to me.. kaia mei braces.. para gumanda ang ipin.. though mahaba at masakit ang proseso.. gets mo ba...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36885021-116245674826743654?l=art-of-failure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/feeds/116245674826743654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36885021&amp;postID=116245674826743654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116245674826743654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116245674826743654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/2006/11/braces.html' title='braces...'/><author><name>peyLyur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110897329351072090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/50/4090515/26163637519529m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36885021.post-116229090000130369</id><published>2006-10-31T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:35:00.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>skates.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to say *i had fun* is something rarely heard from me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hey.. i finally made a site for me..... uhm... my very own outlet.... well... uhm.. actually i tried making my own since last sunday.. unfortunately.. i havent.. well here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today is the 31st of October, 2006.  Yeey.. xmas is coming near.. though we literally dont have xmas.. anywei.. i had a great time today.. for one.. my mom allowed me not to attend classes, two i got to ice skate and three.. my oldest brother is here and we had a chance to bond once more.. Actually, im not really into ice skating but the fact that I am with my older brother was really something to look forward to. (xempre dahil lilibre niya ako.. hehe). I realized that I really missed him.. more than anything in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first I was quite hesitant to skate, na-phobia na ata ako.. kasi nung summer nag skate kami niLa ae.. (church friend ko..) tapos aiun I got myself wounded.. ang hapdi kaia.. pero ayoko naman maging KJ.. kaia aiun.. to be sure.. i brought 2 socks with me.. pero sumakit parin paa ko.. pero ayos lang nag enjoy pa rin ako.. Pero bago kami nag skates.. kumain muna kami ng KFC.. hehe.. hanggang mashed potato lang ako.. pero d ko dn natiis.. i ate pasta.. weee my favorite.. tapos aiun.. nag skate kami.. first time kong inabutan ung *snow* haha.. para akong tanga... tumakbo tlga ako... tapos iun pala.. sabon lang iyon.. hehe.. wala naman akong pake parang bata ako non.. i felt like a child again.. walang pake sa iba.. i was just myself.. sabay snap back to reality.. inna, ur 16.. behave,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at xempre nag boy hunting dn ako.. kaia lang wala ko gano nakita.. kadalasan taken na.. meron ngang freak eh.. kasi kinukuhanan ako ng pic.. as if naman db.. haai... naalala ko tuloi xa.. buhai nga naman d na tlga ko makatakas sa kamandag niya.. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waaa medjo mahaba at nonsense na nasusulat ko.. pero eto lang iyon.. ayoko na sana matapos ung arao.. kasi it means another day will pass..tapos malapit na mag Sunday.. ibig sabihin aalis na kuya ko... dun na uli xa sa Bacolod.. anu ba yan.. nalulungkot lang tlga ko.. kasi pag anjan kuia ko.. para lang nagsskate.. i mean.. napaka smooth, chill.. tumutumba dn minsan pero mei assurance na mei aakay sakin at magtatayo sa akin.. and most of all.. with him.. there's no problem being me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36885021-116229090000130369?l=art-of-failure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/feeds/116229090000130369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36885021&amp;postID=116229090000130369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116229090000130369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36885021/posts/default/116229090000130369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-failure.blogspot.com/2006/10/skates.html' title='skates.....'/><author><name>peyLyur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110897329351072090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/50/4090515/26163637519529m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
