<?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-8020090316459676988</id><updated>2011-10-22T09:39:11.131+08:00</updated><category term='bag'/><category term='tinik'/><category term='photoshake'/><category term='superhero'/><category term='None'/><category term='new work'/><category term='comics'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Caveat Lector</title><subtitle type='html'>Let the reader beware.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-4495333465291031137</id><published>2011-09-26T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T03:49:12.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kL10NIAkaQk/Tn9_UZ7pshI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gB1FHv9T_Ug/s1600/p20110926-031130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kL10NIAkaQk/Tn9_UZ7pshI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gB1FHv9T_Ug/s400/p20110926-031130.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sa totoo lang, ayoko mag Sunday&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Although walang pasok sa araw na 'to, pinapaalala nito ang araw kinabukasan, the dreaded first day of the work week: Monday. As much as possible, ayokong nasasayang ang Linggo ko. So nung madaling-araw ng Linggo (bago ako matulog), niyaya ko si Pops na pumunta sa isang religious shrine, kesyo Catholic church pa yun or Taoist temple OK lang, basta tahimik. Pero bago yun, niyaya ko muna syang kunin ang free pizza ko sa Angel's Pizza sa Citygolf (Valle Verde area) para may pang merienda kami. Usapan namin 5 PM sa Starbucks Home Depot, pero as usual, Japan Time ang timezone ng kaibigan ko: 6 PM na sya dumating. Oh well! Napa-order pa tuloy ako ng frap ng wala sa oras. Pagdating pa nya, paghalungkat ko sa bag ko nung vouchers, aba, WALA! Nakalimutan ko yata sa bahay, jusko po. So and ending, wala kaming pizza. Pumunta na lang kami ng Megamall para mag-dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Food Court kami tumambay para sabi ko kamo, may free Wi-Fi, para maturuan ko na syang butingtingin ang bagong phone nya. Kumain muna kami (um-order sya ng pasta plate sa World Chicken at ako naman ng La Paz batchoy at chicken barbecue meal sa Inasal Joe) just to find out na, makaka-connect nga kami sa network pero hindi naman maka-browse. Geez. Nagyaya tuloy magkape si Pops at nag-suggest akong mag-Bo's na lang dahil mabilis ang Internet connection dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aErASQFqcFM/Tn9_V0aaNVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iCWK9yO1o6E/s1600/p20110926-031319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aErASQFqcFM/Tn9_V0aaNVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iCWK9yO1o6E/s400/p20110926-031319.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEhimBmMy3k/Tn9_XUQFMlI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_2GcJtbmqQY/s1600/p20110926-031825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEhimBmMy3k/Tn9_XUQFMlI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_2GcJtbmqQY/s320/p20110926-031825.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Nilibre ako ni Pops ng isang malaking White Chocolate Frocino, um-order sya ng Chocolate Chip Frocino na pareho namang OK. Um-order din sya ng slice ng Sansrival na I doubt ay authentic. Hindi ko natikman, na-enjoy masyado ni Pops yung dessert nya hehehe. AT! This time, nakaka-connect nga kami at nakaka-browse, pero intermittent naman! Susme, ang malas ni Pops. Kaya pinasakit lang namin ang tiyan namin dahil minadali namin ang pag-inom dahil pupunta na lang kami sa Cyberzone area para i-try ang connection dun. Wala ring kwenta! Pumasok pa kami mismo sa loob ng Samsung store para i-try din ang connection dun (LOL) pero wala rin. Hahaha! Ang ending, hindi na namin hinintay na magsara ang mall at dumiretso na lang sa katedral ng Pasig para mag-offer ng prayer sa aming favorite spot, sa gilid ng adoration chapel, sa tirikan ng mga kandila. Nag-register na lang kami sa Powersurf at tumambay sa little park sa labas ng simbahan para maturuan ko na sya at last, at para narin makapagkwentuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TymnXK9E7dg/Tn9_ZPoA0bI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ETP1PzrjrqA/s1600/p20110926-031929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TymnXK9E7dg/Tn9_ZPoA0bI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ETP1PzrjrqA/s400/p20110926-031929.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-4495333465291031137?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/4495333465291031137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/09/ugh-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4495333465291031137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4495333465291031137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/09/ugh-sunday.html' title='Ugh, Sunday.'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kL10NIAkaQk/Tn9_UZ7pshI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gB1FHv9T_Ug/s72-c/p20110926-031130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasig City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.5763768 121.0851097</georss:point><georss:box>14.5149063 121.0061457 14.6378473 121.1640737</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-7333086452602204415</id><published>2011-09-25T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:39:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up, At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tnsg_IJDBo/Tn32GSFKsJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7JY1ZwaAo_Y/s1600/p20110923-232429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tnsg_IJDBo/Tn32GSFKsJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7JY1ZwaAo_Y/s320/p20110923-232429.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I just realized na mahina na ang "studently" powers ko. Hindi na ako masyadong matalas sa memorization unlike before. Kahapon kasi, nagkaroon kami ng weekend exam, it was a pain in the ass memorizing a big number&amp;nbsp; of newly-introduced terms in a span of 5 days. Walang pumapasok sa isip ko masyado habang nagka-cram; siguro dahil na rin merong mga distractions lately, pero hindi ko muna babanggitin dito dahil masyadong personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shift, it is our (Leo, Pops and me) usual routine na magkita-kita sa pantry para manuod ng Mythbusters habang hinihintay na mag-die down ang crowd na nakapila sa elevator pababa. Nung isang araw, nagyaya si Megs na mag-breakfast pagka-out namin, tutal daw eh may scheduled syang salon activity by 8 AM sa Victor Ortega sa Mandaluyong. So nagkape muna kami sa pantry at konting kwentuhan habang hinihintay si Megs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOKy3oaYI0k/Tn32J8-Qd_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/nlZAru6sWII/s1600/p20110924-074839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOKy3oaYI0k/Tn32J8-Qd_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/nlZAru6sWII/s320/p20110924-074839.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onga pala, finally nag-decide na si Pops na bumili ng bagong cell phone. Ang guess what? Samsung Galaxy Ace din ang binili nya LOL. So ang ending, pare-pareho kaming tatlo ng cellphone. Mukhang na-engganyo na si Pops sa mga oohs and aahs namin over our Android babies. Nagpapaturo ng basics si Pops at natutuwa sya sa features and functions. Buti naman at nagustuhan nya na rin ang Samsung, dahil nung una suklam na suklam sya sa brand na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajEvKDWW_X4/Tn32KaWFU6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/EFyRVwpk_3c/s1600/p20110924-074945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajEvKDWW_X4/Tn32KaWFU6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/EFyRVwpk_3c/s400/p20110924-074945.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto nga sana namin kumain sa Soms or at least sa Chic-Boy sa Boni man lang, kaso dahil alas-siete pa lang ng umaga nun, napunta kami sa R&amp;amp;J's Bulaluhan (na long-time favorite ko na rin naman). Catching up over lotsa food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6vr9vxa71E/Tn32Jedyj3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/SX4iqh5C7mo/s1600/p20110924-074620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6vr9vxa71E/Tn32Jedyj3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/SX4iqh5C7mo/s320/p20110924-074620.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DDr6OfJdgwQ/Tn32HB8V5jI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3USOrA-dj8s/s1600/p20110924-074255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DDr6OfJdgwQ/Tn32HB8V5jI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3USOrA-dj8s/s320/p20110924-074255.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PlwzTbCVoo/Tn32IckzpkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6VUB1ugeID8/s1600/p20110924-074420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PlwzTbCVoo/Tn32IckzpkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6VUB1ugeID8/s320/p20110924-074420.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Punong-puno ang R&amp;amp;J's pagdating namin, buti na lang meron kaming napwestuhan. We ordered Shanghai rolls, shortribs in black (tausi) sauce, halabos na hipon, tortang talong and garlic fried chicken. Syempre, the usual very sinful na sabaw ng bulalo. Burp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QgLGZDCBs5Y/Tn32LAprdjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-OCI4jurY3w/s1600/p20110924-085946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QgLGZDCBs5Y/Tn32LAprdjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-OCI4jurY3w/s400/p20110924-085946.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hefty breakfast, pumunta kami sa Bean Perk sa tapat ng RTU para magkape/dessert. It was my first time visiting the coffee shop and I thought it was so-so. OK naman sya, hindi kasing ganda aesthetically like the usual coffee shop but it has its own unique charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vZKzGYdLMI/Tn32NGCZuTI/AAAAAAAAAgE/48E_NOy79i8/s1600/p20110924-224605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vZKzGYdLMI/Tn32NGCZuTI/AAAAAAAAAgE/48E_NOy79i8/s400/p20110924-224605.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang weird-good din ng mga pangalan ng kape (Choc-nut Frappe, Kahlua Java, White Night in Venice, etc.) and they tasted fine. Pero hindi sya mura ah. 150 pesos for a Grande drink? The Wi-Fi is free pero nung panahon na yun, hindi gumagana ang Internet connection, excited pa naman kaming install-an ng maraming apps ang new toy ni Pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XhPtcYvmA_Y/Tn32L7r5sYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/IbEe4E_xdQk/s1600/p20110924-223858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XhPtcYvmA_Y/Tn32L7r5sYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/IbEe4E_xdQk/s320/p20110924-223858.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGeliQ0V4FE/Tn32Mq1WycI/AAAAAAAAAgA/knZhq5ZCE-s/s1600/p20110924-224211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGeliQ0V4FE/Tn32Mq1WycI/AAAAAAAAAgA/knZhq5ZCE-s/s320/p20110924-224211.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv0TJC-l3tE/Tn32NxEYObI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fbB6wyZUmpQ/s1600/p20110924-230626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv0TJC-l3tE/Tn32NxEYObI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fbB6wyZUmpQ/s320/p20110924-230626.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-mention nga namin na nami-miss na naming mag out-of-town. Sa ngayon wala pa kaming plano dahil sobrang busy pa namin. Hope we can schedule kahit a quick getaway real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-7333086452602204415?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/7333086452602204415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/09/catching-up-at-last.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7333086452602204415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7333086452602204415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/09/catching-up-at-last.html' title='Catching Up, At Last'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tnsg_IJDBo/Tn32GSFKsJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7JY1ZwaAo_Y/s72-c/p20110923-232429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Boni Ave, Mandaluyong City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.5758204 121.0410715</georss:point><georss:box>14.5681364 121.031201 14.583504399999999 121.050942</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-2939307983461828265</id><published>2011-09-20T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:06:37.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rambling on a Tuesday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXcOPTiaCn4/Tnhd5Gy0N0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/4gIhhLkVdsM/s1600/FxCam_1316468841048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXcOPTiaCn4/Tnhd5Gy0N0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/4gIhhLkVdsM/s320/FxCam_1316468841048.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the view of the Pasig River at the break of dawn. &lt;i&gt;Iba yung feeling-- nare&lt;/i&gt;-relax &lt;i&gt;ako&lt;/i&gt;. The rising sun on the horizon gives me the feeling of hope, the feeling of a new life. It kind of tells me that everything will be OK soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kanina after work, niyaya ako ni Pops na dumaan sa simbahan ng Pasig. Syempre,&lt;/i&gt; the kaladkarin that I am, &lt;i&gt;sumama ako&lt;/i&gt; and even told her to drop by our high school&lt;i&gt; muna para kunin ko yung&lt;/i&gt; year book na 6 years in the making. &lt;i&gt;Napaka-&lt;/i&gt;nostalgic &lt;i&gt;ng &lt;/i&gt;feeling &lt;i&gt;pagpasok namin sa loob.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utbZdeWSw-s/Tnhd7al0GsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XKQt9Pl612g/s1600/FxCam_1316474795566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utbZdeWSw-s/Tnhd7al0GsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XKQt9Pl612g/s320/FxCam_1316474795566.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nakaka&lt;/i&gt;-disappoint&lt;i&gt; lang na eto lang ang&lt;/i&gt; picture &lt;i&gt;na nakuha namin sa&lt;/i&gt; quadrangle &lt;i&gt;ng &lt;/i&gt;LICS (La Immaculada Concepcion School)&lt;i&gt; nung nakatambay kami sa&lt;/i&gt; cashier area. &lt;i&gt;Si manong&lt;/i&gt; guard &lt;i&gt;naman kasi, umaaligid sa amin na para bang mangingidnap kami ng bata. Marami na ring nagbago sa pagkakaayos, pero &lt;/i&gt;it's the same four corners of our former school, &lt;i&gt;wala naman masyadong&lt;/i&gt; reconstruction &lt;i&gt;na naganap.&lt;/i&gt; We even saw some of our teachers &lt;i&gt;pero mukhang hindi nila kami namumukhaan, so nginingitian na lang namin sila.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wu_GVkNoGVw/Tnhd8jfQRnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jSajnkhiMY8/s1600/FxCam_1316475468770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wu_GVkNoGVw/Tnhd8jfQRnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jSajnkhiMY8/s320/FxCam_1316475468770.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXWt6UYeImg/Tnhd9YY7GCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fxIgk0bu0nQ/s1600/FxCam_1316475477395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXWt6UYeImg/Tnhd9YY7GCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fxIgk0bu0nQ/s320/FxCam_1316475477395.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eto ang&lt;/i&gt; street &lt;i&gt;sa labas ng &lt;/i&gt;school &lt;i&gt;namin na punung-puno ng masasayang&lt;/i&gt; memories. I was transported back in time &lt;i&gt;habang nagre&lt;/i&gt;-reminisce &lt;i&gt;na naman (ginawa na namin ni &lt;/i&gt;Pops '&lt;i&gt;to &lt;/i&gt;before).&lt;i&gt; Wala na ang&lt;/i&gt; LICS Food Center, &lt;i&gt;ang tambayan naming&lt;/i&gt; caf&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;é after class; &lt;i&gt;wala na rin ang&lt;/i&gt; LICS Hair Center (the official school salon LOL), &lt;i&gt;at mga&lt;/i&gt; vendors &lt;i&gt;sa paligid&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Elcz-4lciss/Tnhd9ybycmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/L0F5mOktDMg/s1600/FxCam_1316475944330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Elcz-4lciss/Tnhd9ybycmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/L0F5mOktDMg/s320/FxCam_1316475944330.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9H__XljzWk/Tnhd-tpmPzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lRtH76rsVho/s1600/FxCam_1316475961849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9H__XljzWk/Tnhd-tpmPzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lRtH76rsVho/s320/FxCam_1316475961849.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day saying a little prayer&lt;i&gt; sa tirikan ng mga kandila sa gilid ng &lt;/i&gt;Pasig Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-2939307983461828265?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/2939307983461828265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-rambling-on-tuesday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2939307983461828265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2939307983461828265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-rambling-on-tuesday-morning.html' title='Random Rambling on a Tuesday Morning'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXcOPTiaCn4/Tnhd5Gy0N0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/4gIhhLkVdsM/s72-c/FxCam_1316468841048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasig City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.5763768 121.0851097</georss:point><georss:box>14.5149063 121.0061457 14.6378473 121.1640737</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-7015946280600945599</id><published>2011-09-17T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:05:46.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshake'/><title type='text'>Rainy Saturday Afternoon Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-d6nu1VGUwOU/TnRbKULbnGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xBYt4KnXa1Q/%25252Fmnt%25252Fsdcard%25252FPhotoshake%25252Fwebshare_1316248275938.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is comforting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-7015946280600945599?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/7015946280600945599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/09/rainy-saturday-afternoon-coffee-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7015946280600945599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7015946280600945599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/09/rainy-saturday-afternoon-coffee-this-is.html' title='Rainy Saturday Afternoon Coffee'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-d6nu1VGUwOU/TnRbKULbnGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xBYt4KnXa1Q/s72-c/%25252Fmnt%25252Fsdcard%25252FPhotoshake%25252Fwebshare_1316248275938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-849076918503076827</id><published>2011-08-26T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:45:58.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>The Shingles Chronicle</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just can't take how perverse the universe can become. At one point the stars would conspire to make all your plans sing in perfect unison, and on the other they contrive to bring about the holiest mess of your life. Our fate is always at the mercy of an invisible cosmic hand that constantly casts the dice of our destiny. And enough of this cheesy introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks ago, I watched Captain America with Pops and Cedric. After the movie, we decided to eat at Krung Thai, my favorite hole-in-the-wall Thai resto in Marikina. We ordered a few items in the menu, but later did we discover that the servings are typical of a pig fest, quite a lot for the the three of us. After gorging ourselves full and silly, I felt like my tummy's gonna burst into smithereens. The feast, however, did not stop there --we decided to drink afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the long story short, we had one hell of a great time. But little did I know that it was the start of a hideous disease that plagues me until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lasted the whole week feeling bloated and uncomfortable. I may not be in the tip-top shape, but I always took pride of my superb immune system, thus I would know right away if something's wrong with my body. I realized that the puffed up feeling and the occasional itch here and there have been a little bit concerning, but I ignored the subtle signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Thursday afternoon, I woke up with a very itchy patch of berry-like rashes on my lower right torso. It was accompanied by a general sense of malaise--you know that uneasy feeling indicative of a upcoming illness? A few hours later, I was feverish and my skin was very sensitive to touch. I decided to have my condition checked, and voila, the doctor told me that it's herpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HERPES what now?!" my mind was trying to absorb what the doctor just told me. Herpes?! Isn't that an STD? Oh my God, where did I fucking get it? All I could remember was I haven't been sexually promiscuous recently, or active at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor seemed to comprehend my gestures. "I could understand how painful that could be, &lt;i&gt;hijo&lt;/i&gt;. I once had a patient, a nun, who would even scream in pain during neuropathic attacks. And by the way, this condition is common in the elderly. &lt;i&gt;Pangalawa ka pa lang na pasyente kong bata pa na meron nyan...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not sure if the doctor was telling me that I should have gotten this too soon, or the nun had not been very keen with her vows of chastity. She also told me about how "neuropathically painful" it could be, when all I was feeling is a slight tingle in the flesh when I brush my fingers on the rashes. Anyway, she prescribed a number of medicines and handed me over a medical certificate indicating that I should take a sick leave of two to three weeks. "You need to rest at home and isolate yourself inside your room. You are highly contagious," she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately consulted the Internet when I got back home. I was relieved to learn that the "herpes zoster " I got is different from the more dreaded "herpes simplex," which is the STD. Suddenly, they all made sense: the nun, the elderly, the pain. The disease is more popularly called "shingles," a reoccurence of the chickenpox virus. Of course shingles sounded a lot better than herpes, so every time people asked about my disease, l confidently said that "I've got the shingles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F25-4L3KTl0/Tlb-c55XdCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/s6zoKC6F_sE/s1600/2011-08-21%2B01.12.40_edit0_edit0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F25-4L3KTl0/Tlb-c55XdCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/s6zoKC6F_sE/s320/2011-08-21%2B01.12.40_edit0_edit0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644978955486721058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the lesions on one of the lesser disgusting stages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nice. Two to three weeks could mean no salary next month, but hey, I could rest like a millionaire and even set off on a vacation. I eagerly texted my boss, telling her that I couldn't make it to work in the next three weeks, as I was "highly contagious." But vacation was the last thing on my mind when the real deal started to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rash spread on my right torso in no time. A few days later, I could relate to the nun the doctor told me about-- the pain was very excruciating and awfully invalidating that I found it hard to even sit on the bed. I felt like someone was stabbing me with a knife on different parts of my torso, and the pain was not just "flesh pain," but more of "nerve pain." I would cry on every debilitating pang, thankfully an anti-neuropathic drug held the pain at bay every night when I was about to sleep. The rashes grew in number and size every day. I felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, my condition started to improve. The lesions started to weep disgusting serum, and a few days later they began to bleed and dry up. Currently, they are all itchy thanks to the scabs, but I'm happy that they're healing faster than I expected. The only problem is, the bloated feeling is back, and this time it's causing me a lot of pain. I wonder if it's just part of the repair process, but I have a strong feeling that the pain is associated with either my spleen, liver or pancreas. I'll try to have it checked by the doctor later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied. That was the most disgusting stage of the lesions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-849076918503076827?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/849076918503076827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/08/shingles-chronicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/849076918503076827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/849076918503076827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/08/shingles-chronicle.html' title='The Shingles Chronicle'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F25-4L3KTl0/Tlb-c55XdCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/s6zoKC6F_sE/s72-c/2011-08-21%2B01.12.40_edit0_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-3621573437579660995</id><published>2011-07-30T16:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:19:38.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts, a Few Hours Before August</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-337Bk13zISY/TjPHkk5uxVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oCGtfGtDF74/s1600/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-337Bk13zISY/TjPHkk5uxVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oCGtfGtDF74/s320/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635066989965657426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started my cheat weekend (LOL, cheat weekend, whatever) by eating a humongous slice of Goblin Pie that I bought from Banapple the other day for my sister's birthday. I was quite surprised to see my first love on the menu as I thought it is exclusively available during the Halloween season. Without any second thoughts, I took a whole pie home. I felt obliged to tell my folks back home that the thing is a dessert pie and not a cake, but I finally decided to skip the lecture. Who cares about the subtle difference when both are round, sweet and fudgy anyway? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again, Happy Birthday Rosette! Isa na namang taon ang nadagdag sa edad mo. Next time &lt;/span&gt;ako naman ang ilibre mo ah, hmp! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A week ago, we (Mackie, Jeric, Pops and me) were on an untimely vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;July 20, 2011, Wednesday. 2:45 AM. At the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "Boss, let me just remind you &lt;/span&gt;na bukas na yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flight &lt;/span&gt;ko papuntang Palawan ah.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "WTH?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently, he kept on forgetting what I kept on reminding him about. Anyway,&lt;/span&gt; wala naman syang nagawa and hinayaan nya na lang akong mag&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Unpaid Leave &lt;/span&gt;kinabukasan at sa mga sumunod na araw hehehehe. At tuloy ang ligaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dang, Coron is one hell of a place-- a paradise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pallida_mors/sets/72157627159329033/"&gt;VIEW MY FLICKR PHOTOS&lt;br /&gt;&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/8020090316459676988-3621573437579660995?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/3621573437579660995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-thoughts-few-hours-before-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3621573437579660995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3621573437579660995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-thoughts-few-hours-before-august.html' title='Random Thoughts, a Few Hours Before August'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-337Bk13zISY/TjPHkk5uxVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oCGtfGtDF74/s72-c/DSC00269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-2659485016289349937</id><published>2011-07-18T05:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:33:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Gear Shopping Spartan-style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggG3MqEKsw0/TiNdk9FiLfI/AAAAAAAAAco/AfwoLgG66pA/s1600/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggG3MqEKsw0/TiNdk9FiLfI/AAAAAAAAAco/AfwoLgG66pA/s320/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630446848597700082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the longest time, I've been contemplating if I'm gonna buy this hiking sack to complete my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;gala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gears and ultimately solve my travel luggage conundrum. A few months back, I kept coming back to the luggage section of Sta. Lucia Mall's department store and ogled cynically at the price tag, saying that they had slashed 50% off the bag's original price (the bag is originally priced at Php2,999). The sales man, of course exhibitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g his usual commercial tact, actually advised that I should buy it right away as the sale was a limited-time offer. When I realized that I got to dedicate my hard-earned moolah to some more important stuff, with a teary eye I walked away from the bargain like a jilted lover.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I thought I'd be an unrelenting suitor and checked if Penelope was still faithfully sitting on her corner of the store. My eyes were fixed on a single direction and went straight to that same section where the bag was. Luckily, the sack was still there. I reached out for the price tag, filled with hopes that it would still profess her steadfast love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrlS6ZEsntU/TiNlwctdc1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Sug36UTzyc0/s1600/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrlS6ZEsntU/TiNlwctdc1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Sug36UTzyc0/s320/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630455842158244690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The bag was still on sale! Goddamn these marketing shenanigans.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ecstatic nonetheless, but didn't show any signs of joy to the attending sales man. Instead, I acted like a meticulous, poker-faced shopper, examining the details of the bag inch by inch. I let him demonstrate all the features of the sack including the rain cover, zippers, pockets, straps, metal frame back support and the quality of the materials used.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK.&lt;/span&gt; Bilhin ko na yan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;." I told the sales man after a rigorous inspection. He gladly escorted me to the cashier, and I thanked him for being very helpful. Hah, Penelope is my sla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ve now. LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But my shopping episode did not end there. I raided Japan Home Center and looked around gleefully like a little child in a toy store. I ended up buying a seven-piece pack of disposable underwear (LOL), an industrial version of a Swiss army knife and a waterproof pouch. I made a quick trip to National Bookstore and bought a pack of Ice Breaker before going home.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now at least a new set of gears were added to my travel collection. Hell, I'm off to Coron in a few days! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gK7-mS36YOg/TiNto0sai8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/kX3Rf1QuEyw/s1600/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gK7-mS36YOg/TiNto0sai8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/kX3Rf1QuEyw/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630464507250379714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-2659485016289349937?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/2659485016289349937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/07/travel-gear-shopping-spartan-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2659485016289349937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2659485016289349937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/07/travel-gear-shopping-spartan-style.html' title='Travel Gear Shopping Spartan-style'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggG3MqEKsw0/TiNdk9FiLfI/AAAAAAAAAco/AfwoLgG66pA/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-3101139627478069720</id><published>2011-07-17T06:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T07:51:45.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgdJ4yX-RVY/TiIO0-Odk_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/7pBCa4ohFJE/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-17%2Bat%2B6.19.39%2BAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgdJ4yX-RVY/TiIO0-Odk_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/7pBCa4ohFJE/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-17%2Bat%2B6.19.39%2BAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630078787386184690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a shame. I was too busy with my mundane life that I forgot to post a single blog entry for June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's not a good sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see, when I am too busy to post a single nonsensical musing in this  corner of the cyberworld, it means that I have no free time to horse  around, ergo I am a philosophically lifeless automaton designed to  execute schematic/stupid/boring programs (read: just like everyone else in  the world). Whatever happened to my quasi-hedonistic attitude towards  life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BQaM5KhndhI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what the hell. "My life always begin," and it will sure end in a very timely manner. Aside from making it my proverbial mantra to keep a positive outlook in life, it serves as a seemingly intelligent excuse to slack off and procrastinate, and my blog has always been a willing victim. This might be a tad overused (and oftentimes a "broken promise" material), but starting today I will try to update my blog more often than ever. No, I'm not crossing my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I just had an unproductive Saturday. Working the graveyard shift is a bane as it is a boon to me. I have grown almost oblivious to Friday nights and the joy they bring, but at least I still have my Saturdays. I can proudly swagger it to the face of my weekend-basking friends and tell them, "hey, I have my social life too, you know." And at least I don't need to box people out at 7:30 AM just to board the bus or train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I woke up late in the evening yesterday, and there you go, my Saturday was all down the drain. I was left with a few remaining hours to call my Saturday a real Saturday. Father Time ages quickly, and fortunately I know how to use my time cunningly and it's like smudging Olay Age-Defying Cream on his wrinkled face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So to rescue my Saturday from utter boredom, I opted to go to Banchetto Megatent along Meralco Avenue. I was anti-culture shocked to see the unusually small crowd flocking the stalls. I guess it has garnered less patrons ever since it was expelled from its former Ortigas location. Although I kind of missed Emerald's organized chaos and the shoulder-to-shoulder traffic, I liked the new setting better. No long wait times and I can frolic around freely like a wolf in a sheepfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I giddily gobbled up my &lt;/span&gt;isaw baboy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Batac empanada (a delicious orange empanada with savory filling, which I personally prefer over the Vigan version), Luther Burger (this is definitely the killer. A thick slab of patty and strips of bacon sandwiched between Krispy Kreme donut "buns.") and Chocolate-Peanut Butter cake. Then I bought these pastry bar trio as a takeaway: Gooey Almond, Food for the Gods and Chocolate Revel Bars! Damn it, my low-calorie diet proved futile at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eiNID1V6aBo/TiIhY_kEWsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0TQqmdNzPCk/s1600/photo%25284%2529%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eiNID1V6aBo/TiIhY_kEWsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0TQqmdNzPCk/s320/photo%25284%2529%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630099197429832386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Saturday was not bad at all, was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-3101139627478069720?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/3101139627478069720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3101139627478069720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3101139627478069720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-shame.html' title='Random Thoughts: July'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgdJ4yX-RVY/TiIO0-Odk_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/7pBCa4ohFJE/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-17%2Bat%2B6.19.39%2BAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8747342518771157381</id><published>2011-05-18T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:40:10.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: May</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;People are used to seeing the bad things more than the good. Could it be a concrete proof of man's innate propensity to set things right? Or is it man's inclination to strive for perfection, Pride as an original sin, which caused the fall of Lucifer and his hosts of angels?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A perfect and hackneyed example of this epistemological concept is a white paper stained with a minuscule blot of black ink. We have this tendency to fix our eyes on things that, we think, are not part of a perfect picture: with a raised eyebrow you look at this blot of imperfection and ask, "what the hell is this tiny, almost-invisible-if-only-I-am-not-a-nitpicking-asshole blot doing here?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now you can ask yourself, "what is the purpose of this paper in the first place? Will the patches of stain here and there affect the way I am going to use it? Is there a need for me to dab white paint over an insignificant blotch? Should I throw it away just because it is not 'perfect?'"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, I should have known from the start. When a person walks into my life and pull on my heartstrings, he or she will be serving some sort of a purpose. Never mind the spots, as I myself am not perfect anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8747342518771157381?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8747342518771157381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-thoughts-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8747342518771157381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8747342518771157381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-thoughts-may.html' title='Random Thoughts: May'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-9216390091588214410</id><published>2011-04-19T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T21:26:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Wows and Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;March passed by like a thief in the night, and I was not able to keep up with my vow to at least post one blog entry every month. I therefore conclude that March has been a busy month for me. Really now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interestingly enough, the day after I published the last melodramatic entry about my practicum woes (that was a Valentine's Day), I received a text message from a hotel's HR department, inviting me over for an interview-- I never knew blog entries are now the fastest way to God's mailbox. So I headed to the hotel the following day (a not-so-famous hotel in Cubao), went through the typical exam-and-interview recruitment process and a few hours later, I was proven useful again. Luckily, I was assigned in the Human Resources department and saved me the hassle of carrying heavy oval trays in the Food &amp;amp; Beverage department or bundles of linen in the Housekeeping department. The HR officer might have been intrigued, as I was the only applicant (or the only person in the hotel, for that matter) who got a perfect score on the exam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything's kind of a cakewalk for the whole duration of my training in the HR department. Though the job of an intern in the office could be menial and boring, I am proud to say that I have learned a lot of things, professional or otherwise. Cutting to the chase, most of them are Human Resources-related, essential tidbits to help me land a job more easily. 6 weeks after, I'm back to being a bum. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But we're not on the worst part yet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Processing the application for graduation is such a major pain in the fucking ass. &lt;/i&gt;Tiniis ko ang pagkahaba-habang mga pila na kelangan ipila at ang hirap ng pagpo-proseso &lt;i&gt;in general, just to learn that I'M STILL NOT GRADUATING. Why? &lt;/i&gt;Marami pa daw akong &lt;i&gt;deficiencies&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Subjects from 1st and 2nd year &lt;/i&gt;na wala sa &lt;i&gt;curriculum &lt;/i&gt;na ginamit ko dati, knowing na tapos ko na ang &lt;i&gt;1st and 2nd year subjects &lt;/i&gt;ko.&lt;i&gt; Plain fucking BULLSHITTING, right? Who the fucking hell cares anyway?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;OK, I'm having iced tea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-9216390091588214410?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/9216390091588214410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-wows-and-woes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/9216390091588214410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/9216390091588214410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-wows-and-woes.html' title='March Wows and Woes'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-944097116214748025</id><published>2011-02-14T02:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:39:09.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: February</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;I've been such a dork for the past few months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;. Hay, &lt;i&gt;what a fucked up season ('scuse my French).&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;So here I am, 3:00 AM&lt;/i&gt; na, hindi ako makatulog. Dinadaya ang sarili na papatulugin ako ng isang &lt;i&gt;mug&lt;/i&gt; ng Milo na tinimpla ko, na sa totoo lang eh alak naman talaga ang hinahanap ng lalamunan ko. &lt;i&gt;Yes, goddamnit&lt;/i&gt;. Napapansin ko lang na medyo nagiging &lt;i&gt;dependent &lt;/i&gt;na ako sa alak. &lt;i&gt;I've been drinking every night for more or less a week now.&lt;/i&gt; Hindi ako makatulog ng normal &lt;i&gt;recently,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;and I find solace with a nightly dose of alcohol.&lt;/i&gt; B&lt;i&gt;ut hell yeah, not a good excuse.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;So&lt;/i&gt;, yaman nalang din naman na hindi ako makatulog, kayo nalang ang papatulugin ko sa pamamagitan ng sobrang &lt;i&gt;tedious &lt;/i&gt;na istorya ng buhay ko noong mga nakaraang buwan LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Last day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;ng &lt;i&gt;October &lt;/i&gt;naging &lt;i&gt;effective &lt;/i&gt;ang &lt;i&gt;resignation &lt;/i&gt;ko sa aking huling trabaho. Wala na akong pasok, swak na swak sa All Saints' Day. Sa unang araw palang ng buwan ng Nobyembre ay meron na akong &lt;i&gt;drive &lt;/i&gt;para maghanap ng &lt;i&gt;hotel &lt;/i&gt;na pwede pag-&lt;i&gt;practicum&lt;/i&gt;-an, &lt;i&gt;cross my heart and hope to die.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Well, confident&lt;/i&gt; ako na ipapasok ako ni Papa sa Manila Pen &lt;i&gt;since &lt;/i&gt;naging ulirang empleyado naman sya dun, kumbaga meron na akong &lt;i&gt;backer&lt;/i&gt;. So nagbigay ako ng &lt;i&gt;résumé &lt;/i&gt;ke Papa, naghintay ng ilang araw... ilang linggo... umabot pa ng ilang buwan-- pero walang nangyari. Nakita ko naman at naramdaman ang &lt;i&gt;effort &lt;/i&gt;ni Papa na i-&lt;i&gt;follow up&lt;/i&gt; ang dokumento pero parang mahina na yata sya sa mga tao sa loob ng &lt;i&gt;hotel&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;In any case&lt;/i&gt;, very good naman si Papa, medyo nakakatampo lang sa dati nyang mga katrabaho &lt;i&gt;since &lt;/i&gt;parang ilang &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt; palang naman syang nagre-&lt;i&gt;retire &lt;/i&gt;eh parang hindi na sya pinagbibigyan. Pero ang &lt;i&gt;bottom line&lt;/i&gt; neto, hindi dapat ako umaasa sa mga ganitong bagay. Hindi por que me &lt;i&gt;backer &lt;/i&gt;eh dun nalang ako aasa. So sinubukan kong magpasa sa ibang &lt;i&gt;hotel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Sa totoo lang, ako naman talaga ang may kasalanan sa mga nangyayari sa akin ngayon. Napaka-&lt;i&gt;choosy &lt;/i&gt;ko kasi, sasabihin ko sa'yo. Ang yabang at ambisyoso ko kasi. Ayokong maglalagay ng&lt;i&gt; cheap-ass&lt;/i&gt; na &lt;i&gt;hotel &lt;/i&gt;sa &lt;i&gt;résumé &lt;/i&gt;ko. Gusto ko, kung magpa-&lt;i&gt;practicum &lt;/i&gt;nalang din ako eh yung dun na sa bigatin. So nag-&lt;i&gt;try &lt;/i&gt;akong magpasa sa ibang &lt;i&gt;hotels &lt;/i&gt;na big time tulad ng Shangri-La at Marriott, pero wala ring tumawag sa'kin. Mala-tambiolo ang &lt;i&gt;odds &lt;/i&gt;na makapasok ako sa mga &lt;i&gt;hotel &lt;/i&gt;na 'yon. At &lt;i&gt;recently &lt;/i&gt;lang eh nawalan na talaga ako ng pag-asa dahil nga kahit dun sa isang &lt;i&gt;modest &lt;/i&gt;na &lt;i&gt;hotel &lt;/i&gt;na in-&lt;i&gt;apply&lt;/i&gt;-an ko sa Cubao eh hindi parin ako tinatawagan. Sabi ng&lt;i&gt;classmate &lt;/i&gt;ko (na doon nag-&lt;i&gt;practicum&lt;/i&gt;), &lt;i&gt;ready &lt;/i&gt;na daw ako for &lt;i&gt;hiring &lt;/i&gt;kaso wala pang &lt;i&gt;slots &lt;/i&gt;para sa mga lalake. Nakakawala ng gana at dangal. Hay, buhay nga naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;So eto ako. Wala akong kinaiba sa mga tambay sa kanto na naghihilamos ng gin tuwing umaga.&lt;i&gt;But don't get me wrong&lt;/i&gt;, hindi ako nagse-&lt;i&gt;self-pity, Dios mio&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;This is the painful truth, ladies and gentlemen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Sa lahat ng kamalasang naranasan ko noong mga nakaraang buwan, masasabi ko naman sa sarili kong wala akong pinagsisihan. Na kesyo merong mga araw na isang buong araw lang ako nakasubsob sa &lt;i&gt;screen &lt;/i&gt;ng laptop ko, na tipong hindi ako nasisinagan ng araw, OK lang; na merong mga araw na wala akong ginawa sa buhay ko kundi magpunta kung saan-saan at kumuha ng litrato ng kung anu-ano, OK lang; na minsang sobrang gulo ng isip ko at nag-&lt;i&gt;decide &lt;/i&gt;akong mag-&lt;i&gt;impromptu trip &lt;/i&gt;sa Baguio mag-isa para lang mag-&lt;i&gt;relax &lt;/i&gt;at magpaka-&lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt;, OK lang; na minsang walang mintis gabi-gabi ang pagbarek ko ng alak mag-isa man o isang batalyon ang kasama, OK lang-- pinili kong gawin ang mga bagay na 'yon, at alam ko kung saan ako magiging masaya. &lt;i&gt;I am oblivious to regrets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Ngayon, nararamdaman ko nang paunti-unti na hindi na ako nagiging masaya sa pagiging hedonista ko, kaya't kikilos na ako at hindi ko pabubulukin ang sarili ko, naghihintay sa isang milagro na hindi naman talaga mangyayari. &lt;i&gt;Most importantly&lt;/i&gt;, wala na akong pera. &lt;i&gt;What could be a better motivator to fucking haul ass. I fucking want to get out of this parasitical dreamworld.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;I fucking need a distraction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Makapag-yosi na nga lang muna. &lt;i&gt;And oh, Happy Valentines' Day sucka.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-944097116214748025?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/944097116214748025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thoughts-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/944097116214748025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/944097116214748025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thoughts-february.html' title='Random Thoughts: February'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-882518096647875007</id><published>2011-01-13T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:05:06.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This has been sitting in my Drafts for quite some time now. Thanking Leo for the idea (this list originally goes on up to 100, but I find it too tedious already), and Pops for her recent Facebook Note 'cause I finally got this thing over and done with LOL. Anyway, some people might not know me so well, so here's a few tidbits about me. I hope they're not so TMI-ish though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. I can stay in front of the computer (with an Internet connection of course) for hours. Or even for a whole day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. I have a sweet tooth, and someday I'd love to be a chocolatier and have my own patisserie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. I collect dried herbs, spices and condiments and cook with them every once in a while. The most curious I've got so far is a jar of pink Himalayan salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. My inuman buddies would say that I am a &lt;/span&gt;pulutan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; monster. Guilty! So get ready for a banquet when drinking with me LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. There are days that I don't see the sun. I'm a hermit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. I tend to misplace my belongings. In fact, there's a time when I lost 4 cell phones in a year (beat that)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. I am suffering from hyperhidrosis (I sweat a lot). &lt;/span&gt;OK fine, ako talaga si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. I wouldn't like to be born again if given the chance. Yes, I have my daily misfortunes, insecurities and stuff, but I think I'm living my life just right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. The beach is my ultimate repose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. I'm a little bit of a paranoid. &lt;/span&gt;Hindi naman sa nagpi-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling &lt;/span&gt;gwapo ako&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but I always feel that people are looking at me and looking for something to criticize. That explains why I hate big crowds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. I am kind of asexual, amoral and apathetic. I'm basically a stone with human features...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. ...maybe because I am somewhat choosy. But once I dote on something (or someone), I easily give in and wallow in the soup of affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. I am a frustrated artist. I can still draw but I guess I have become rusty already. I used to draw comics before I went to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14. I also tried painting (oil on canvas) but I always find my works shabby. I need a formal education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15. I love animals. So I love my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. My ultimate snack food (or drink) is Milo. &lt;/span&gt;Masarap pumapak ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milo &lt;/span&gt;after kumain&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and I always have a glass of Milo at home when smoking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17. Recently I realized that I have a thing for photography (in lieu of my inferior painting skills) and I love taking landscape scenes and conceptual photos of myself (READ: 'selfies').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18. I grew up sleeping on folding beds. The ones made of tiny plastic strings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19. And sleeping on folding beds, I used to apply oil between my toes. I just love the 'slippery feeling.' Weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20. I always dream of having a workshop. I love working on wood, paper and cloth. I already made myself a nifty pair of Japanese wooden clogs (geta) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21. Anime and video games usually go together, but I guess I have outgrown my anime fad. I'm still a video game fanatic though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22. I love weird hats and headgears! I'm starting a collection of fedoras, and I love to get the bomber hats next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23. I never leave the house without a handkerchief. Or a pack of tissue at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24. I am a very insecure person. I'm trying so hard to dispel the personality but it keeps on coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25. I tend to be sweet and caring. People often misinterpret it, but heck I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26. I try my best to please people (or at least not hurt them), even to the point that it's not being convenient for me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27. If I learn something really scandalous about a person, I keep it to myself. If I can't handle it anymore, I confide it with a close friend who I can really trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28. I'm not very showy about it but I love my family so much. I promised myself to give them a better life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;29. I used to be very vindictive and even thought that, if only murder is not a crime I might have done it quite a couple of times already. Fortunately age has taught me a lesson about the values of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30. I like finding rad things in strange places, it's like a treasure hunt. Thrift shop and garage sales, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;31. When I'm sad, I love traveling alone. When I'm happy, I love setting off with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;32. I love to write. How I wish I can finish a novel. Or a short story at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;33. I'm a tinker. I'm really not tech-savvy but I learned a few know-hows from my previous jobs. I can produce a signal booster from a Pringles can, a mirror or a strainer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;34. I can do any household chore. Problem is, I'm a slacker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;35. I'm not fond of books, but I love to read. Selected genres only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;36. My musical taste is universal. I sing April Boy Regino in frenzied karaoke sessions and listen to Chopin in my quiet time alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;37. I'm not a frequent movie-goer. I mainly enjoy the cinemas because of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;38. I believe in the Supreme Being. For me, everything underneath the umbrella of this topic is a complex mesh of unintelligible brouhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;40. I have a very low degree of tolerance for noise, pain and heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;41.&lt;/span&gt; Iniiwasan ko na ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beer. But a sub-zero bottle is a completely different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;42. Beach camping is the most memorable out-of-town experience for me. Grilled fish, green mango salad, &lt;/span&gt;bagoong&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and campfire s'mores-- these things are still haunting me. I want to sleep in a bigger tent though LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;43. I'm drawn to the colors black, white and brown. Excellent gift idea, right? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;44. Such a shame but I'm afraid to buy fish and meat in the market because I might end up buying the bad stuff. BTW, I'm an HRM student LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;45. Only my real close friends know (and see) my "wild" side. I am usually perceived as a mysterious and quiet folk (that's what they say).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;46. I'm not enjoying college, sorry... if not for my desire to get a diploma for my parents, I wouldn't have been back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;47. I can sing, but really, I don't have an awesome voice. Interestingly enough, I auditioned for Glee Club in high school and got in as a tenor, but decided not to pursue it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;48. I am a very gentle and peaceful person. I got involved in a very few fist fights in my childhood, but I don't remember myself picking one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;49. If I am given the chance to learn to play a musical instrument overnight, it would be the piano or the violin. Sad, slow music soothes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;50. I am a very adaptable person. I love the company of people who knows how to blend in to their surroundings too (&lt;/span&gt;koboy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-882518096647875007?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/882518096647875007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/01/50-random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/882518096647875007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/882518096647875007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/01/50-random-things-about-me.html' title='50 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8038486499313222108</id><published>2011-01-12T03:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T03:52:27.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: January</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In times like these when it's the dead of night, the silence is  deafening and my mind is astray, I am compelled by the little voices in my head to write. Well,  I guess I will have to use the word "write" instead of "type" though  I'm actually typing right now, but I wish you get the gist of what I'm trying to say. But I digressed. Anyway, to make things less complicated,  I guess I am left with no choice but to sew random words together,  trying to make sense out of them as if I myself am making sense right  now. You see, I'm just basically beating around the bush here. Up to now  I've typed more or less a hundred words already but I still don't find  all these words sensible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, I just want to be numb for now. Else I'll be an emotional a-hole for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8038486499313222108?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8038486499313222108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-thoughts-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8038486499313222108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8038486499313222108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-thoughts-january.html' title='Random Thoughts: January'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-1857111132307813154</id><published>2010-12-14T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:43:10.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triviality of Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you bawl someone out, you don't expect the person to be happy  with it for whatever reason-- be it just for the sake of bitching out,  or out of love that needs a compelling force. Take the laundry for  example. A heavily stained shirt needs a good cleaning, and the regular  routine of scrubbing, washing and wringing won't shoo the stubborn stain  off; however, a good dose of bleach will do the trick. So you put on  some bleach, the stain washes off in a jiffy, problem solved, you're  happy. Out of good intention to clean it, you can not deny the fact that  you 'hurt' the shirt-- bleach, if not entirely, is mostly made up of  chlorine, a chemical known to adulterate or eat through fabrics  (chemists please correct me if I'm wrong). You may have a good intention  to "bleach" the person to perfect clean, but being sensitive enough to  mince matters a little bit makes a lot of difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learning the lesson and just forgetting the harshness  of the words in a rebuke isn't as easy as removing the bone from a steak. It may seem so cliché and basic, but with all  its triviality I learned that even the most intelligent people I know  seem to forget it-- or rather, don't know it at all. Or maybe I'm just  being too soapy and sensitive, I don't know. There are different strokes  for different folks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet, I'd rather have a stupid and considering heart than an extra-large brain with an iron hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-1857111132307813154?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/1857111132307813154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/12/triviality-of-kindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1857111132307813154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1857111132307813154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/12/triviality-of-kindness.html' title='The Triviality of Kindness'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-5719582419546622638</id><published>2010-11-28T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:44:30.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Bumship</title><content type='html'>Sa loob ng isang buwan na pagiging "palam" or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bum&lt;/span&gt;, ni-hindi ko man lang naramdaman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masyado&lt;/span&gt; ang petiks. Sa sobrang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; sa mga ginagawang pag-aasikaso sa mga dokumento sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, parang hindi na rin naman ako masyadong nakakapagpahinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, isang buwan na ang nakalipas pero wala parin akong nakikitang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hotel&lt;/span&gt; kung san pwede mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;practicum&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, kasalanan ko rin naman since hindi pa naman ako naghahanap LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next week&lt;/span&gt;, pag-iigihan ko na talaga. At &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next week&lt;/span&gt;, kasal na ng isa sa mga pinakamatalik kong kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-5719582419546622638?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/5719582419546622638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/11/month-of-bumship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5719582419546622638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5719582419546622638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/11/month-of-bumship.html' title='A Month of Bumship'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8926197158366971081</id><published>2010-10-12T05:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T05:18:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: October</title><content type='html'>T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his ain't one of them rant posts I've done in the past. I've had enough fretting and fuming last night when I lost my cellphone (oh yeah! I did, AGAIN) inside an Internet café, thanks to the nimble hand of a gangster-type kid. I just wish I had implanted a mini-bomb inside it so I could just blast the thief's hand away. Seriously, I'm the vindictive type, so pardon me for being so macabre with the punishment. But OK, enough with the gory wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So today's October 12, 2010. Nineteen days to go and I'm back to the life of a vagabond. Perfect timing, right? I can hardly imagine myself cellphone-less at a time like this. I expect myself to be penniless in the next few days because the company will be holding off my next salary, since I am just rendering thirty days of work for the transition (oh no I'm ranting again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just thought of setting off for a journey, to somewhere far and paradisaical, all by myself. Human life is like a phoenix's-- I guess there's always a point in a person's life when he build himself a funeral pyre, consume himself with the stressful flames, ultimately being reduced into ashes, and the ending could either be him dead meat forever or born again from the same ashes. And I'm exactly in the phase wherein I'm preparing myself for my own ritual cremation. Maybe I can board a random bus and be taken off to an equally-random unheard-of place, or ride a ferry sailing to the remote islands of the South China Sea. Or if the budget will allow, I can take a plane and fly to Batanes with just a map, and enough courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All these, of course after I get myself a new phone. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/TLO16gyVVvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4FpvTvo28u0/s1600/20080417-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/TLO16gyVVvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4FpvTvo28u0/s320/20080417-alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526961184551818994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8926197158366971081?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8926197158366971081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-thoughts-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8926197158366971081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8926197158366971081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-thoughts-october.html' title='Random Thoughts: October'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/TLO16gyVVvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4FpvTvo28u0/s72-c/20080417-alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-1582660863544155672</id><published>2010-09-12T11:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:21:54.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;just realized that I had so much fun times in my academic in-between. I define academic in-between as the time when I was out of school, dedicating almost entirely my then pure and innocent life to the call center world. Rough times, most especially in financial terms, pushed me to peg my sanity away to earn the money, donning headsets and frying my eyes thanks to my everyday encounters with the computer monitor. I thought I'd left the world of fake accents and everyday fastfood lunch as soon as I went back to school-- but I'm still here, and I'm more than thankful to have this job as it helps me fend for my school expenses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can still recall my first successful application stint. I got a job as a Sales Rep in Telus (it was called Ambergris in the good old days) and I was excited like hell. The pay was not bad for a guy who just landed his first job, knowing that a boy typical of my age back then resorts to applying in fastfood chains and coffee shops. I met a wonderful team of call center neophytes whom I all quickly become good friends with. On our first payday, we decided to go to Cubao to celebrate this important chapter of our lives. I can still remember how happy I was when I bought my learning-Latin book from National Bookstore with my first hard-earned salary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have to admit that I applied on several centers before I got hired in Ambergris, but when you already have even a bit of experience working in one, it won't be hard for you to land another. After 4 months, I decided to move to TeleTech Cainta, which is closer to our house.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The batch I was with is full of first-timers too, but I didn't tell them that I know a few know-hows in the industry. So I treated myself as one of them novices too, anyway it was a brand new role as a Technical Support Rep in an equally brand new workplace. Within my year-and-a-half stay in this company, I met some of the awesomest people on Earth. I developed some sort of attachment to the company that tears welled up in my eyes the moment I was bidding my teammates farewell. That's when it hit me: in this kind of business people come and go, and it happens so damn fast. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The next call center I worked in attracted probably the best apples from different BPO orchards. 24/7 Customer offered a very generous compensation package, that's why I decided to transfer. I was humbled when I learned about the work experience the people in my batch have-- in here, everyone's an expert and highly technically-knowledgeable. Despite the attractive pay, I resigned after 6 months and decided not to work in a call center anymore-- the nature of the job was so stressful that I had bad cases of tonsillopharyngitis every once in a while.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luckily, I was hired as a Financial Voice Writer/Editor at McGraw-Hill. I was informed that the job would start no sooner than 2 months, so for the mean time I worked in another BPO company as an E-mail support agent at LWS Media. The pay was surprisingly high compared to other centers, but I didn't take the job seriously despite the stress-free environment. After more than a month, I went off to train as a voice writer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I came to a point where I decided to settle down with the job as it paid pretty well and I was a part of wonderful team. But Fate is a playful element, and I eventually learned that that year was my last chance to enroll in school. Otherwise, PUP won't accept me back in EVER. So I had to give up the wonderful opportunity to go back to school.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And here I am, albeit I almost cursed this type of job. I'm working alongside a team of cool and wonderful people and they make a year of monotony bearable. But in more or less a month from now, I will finally have to lay my headset to rest. And the good old refillable plastic binder that I use in school for 2 years. Did I have any regrets? Not a bit. Noticed that I used the word "wonderful" a couple of times?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa loob ng mahigit-kumulang tatlong taon na tumigil ako sa pag-aaral, dito ko nakilala ang mga taong tatatak sa puso't isip ko. Wala akong pinagsisihan, ni-gapatak. Naging masaya ako at mas naging &lt;i&gt;mature&lt;/i&gt; at responsableng tao dahil sa mga taong nakilala ko sa aking &lt;i&gt;in-between&lt;/i&gt;. Kaya sa inyong lahat na nakilala ko sa aking&lt;i&gt; in-between&lt;/i&gt;, maraming salamat sa lahat ng suporta at&lt;i&gt; encouragement&lt;/i&gt; na nanggaling sa inyo para ipagpatuloy ko ang aking pag-aaral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll save my thank-you graduation speech for next year ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-1582660863544155672?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/1582660863544155672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-between.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1582660863544155672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1582660863544155672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-between.html' title='In Between'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-1064517612138978858</id><published>2010-08-11T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:57:19.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: August</title><content type='html'>Kelan lang, nagkaroon ako ng lagnat na nag-&lt;i&gt;last for 5 days&lt;/i&gt;. Akala ko nga &lt;i&gt;dengue &lt;/i&gt;na, dahil bukod pa sa &lt;i&gt;on-and-off &lt;/i&gt;na lagnat ay nagdugo pa ang ilong ko nung nakasakay ako sa LRT papuntang &lt;i&gt;school&lt;/i&gt;, nakakahiya tuloy. Buti nalang na ngayon, OK na ako. Pangalawang araw ko nang walang lagnat, at dahil dun hindi na ako nagpa-&lt;i&gt;check up&lt;/i&gt; sa &lt;i&gt;doctor.&lt;/i&gt; Sana nga eh simpleng trangkaso lang yun dahil sa pabago-bagong panahon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At sa wakas ay natapos na ang mga kalbaryo ko sa &lt;i&gt;school&lt;/i&gt;. Pasencia na ma'am Tina, pero hindi na po ako aako ng isang mabigat na responsibilidad &lt;i&gt;next time&lt;/i&gt; hehehe. Mahirap talagang pagsabayin ang trabaho at pag-aaral, kaya sa mga estudyanteng balak umalis sa pag-aaral at gusto na lang magtrabaho, &lt;i&gt;THINK AGAIN!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;I learned it all the hard way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medyo nae-&lt;i&gt;excite &lt;/i&gt;na ako sa Hotel Practicum namin sa darating na 2nd &lt;i&gt;sem&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;At the same time,&lt;/i&gt; nalulungkot din ako dahil iiwan ko ang isang trabahong naging&lt;i&gt; second home&lt;/i&gt; ko &lt;i&gt;for a year&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Yes, I will have to say goodbye again. &lt;/i&gt;Ilang beses na nga ba akong nagpaalam sa mga taong natutunan ko nang pahalagahan? Ganun yata talaga ang buhay, wala talagang nagtatagal. Pero syempre, hindi matatapos ang pagkakaibigan namin sa &lt;i&gt;resignation &lt;/i&gt;ko hehehe.&lt;i&gt; We'll see to it &lt;/i&gt;na may mga gala kami &lt;i&gt;every once in a while. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masyado pa yatang maaga para mag-&lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-1064517612138978858?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/1064517612138978858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-thoughts-august.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1064517612138978858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1064517612138978858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-thoughts-august.html' title='Random Thoughts: August'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-5429618491986955583</id><published>2010-07-11T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T02:22:08.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: July</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So&lt;/i&gt; ayun nga. Wala akong &lt;i&gt;blog post for June.&lt;/i&gt; Sa sobrang &lt;i&gt;busy&lt;/i&gt; ko sa &lt;i&gt;school&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; hindi ko na maasikaso ang aking &lt;i&gt;cyber life&lt;/i&gt; (LOL ang jologs). &lt;i&gt;Well&lt;/i&gt;... ano pa nga ba ang ipo-&lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt; ko dito eh &lt;i&gt;recently&lt;/i&gt; medyo &lt;i&gt;monotonous&lt;/i&gt; ang mga araw ko. Aral sa umaga, &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; sa gabi. Nahahapo na nga ako. Isa pang bagay na medyo kinaiinisan ko &lt;i&gt;this month &lt;/i&gt;eh yung &lt;i&gt;fact&lt;/i&gt; na hindi ko nabisita ang dagat. Meron pa naman akong &lt;i&gt;tendency&lt;/i&gt; na ma-&lt;i&gt;demotivate&lt;/i&gt; kapag hindi ako nakakapag-&lt;i&gt;out-of-town&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;So I really need to plan an impromptu trip ASAP&lt;/i&gt;. LOL. Ang &lt;i&gt;oxymoronic&lt;/i&gt; no? Buti nalang meron akong mga kaibigang laging &lt;i&gt;game,&lt;/i&gt; hehehe. Matapos lang 'tong paghihirap ko, &lt;i&gt;I'll just hop on a random bus and get lost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recently I've been trying to reevaluate my life. Day by day, I'm starting to feel how superficial my world has become. I'm starting to realize how my daily routine has thrown me into a vacuum of conformity. I'm slowly becoming mainstream. I'm not saying that being in the mainstream is bad-- it's just that, the mainstream is putting me into a mold, a confined space, a pattern which does not fit the contours of my twisted mind. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I took a shower. It somehow washed away the unintelligible voices in my head. Then I studied myself in front of the mirror. I saw my soul. It's gray-- a sign that I've been living a predictable life. Again, the little voices are back. I banged a block of ice heavily into the wall, the thud echoed through the night. I put these shards of crystal into a glass of elixir, lit a cigarette and smoked all my worries away... the voices began to peter out. I closed my eyes and wished that I'll have a beautiful dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-5429618491986955583?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/5429618491986955583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thoughts-july.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5429618491986955583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5429618491986955583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thoughts-july.html' title='Random Thoughts: July'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-1838699516872751927</id><published>2010-05-19T03:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T04:14:37.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LwQw8i3bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-GUkZ4ZS6lw/s1600/23438_1301484310897_1644127122_701452_6216280_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LwQw8i3bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-GUkZ4ZS6lw/s320/23438_1301484310897_1644127122_701452_6216280_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472700668015992242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot na isiping nagsisimula niyo pa lang buuin ang pagkakaibigan nyo'y kukunin na ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; yung tao. Pero wala naman tayong magagawa-- hiram lang natin ang mga buhay natin. Yung bago kong ka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;team&lt;/span&gt; na si Rocky, maagang kinuha ng Maykapal sa edad na 22. Nasagasaan ng isang iresponsableng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;driver&lt;/span&gt; ng SUV sa pagtawid lang ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;building&lt;/span&gt; na pinagtatrabahuhan namin. Sana, kahit na maaga kang namaalam sa pisikal na mundo ay na-enjoy mo ang iyong buhay. Kung nasaan ka man ngayon aming kaibigan, sana masaya ka. :) At sa mga taong nabubuhay pa,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; live your life to the fullest&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I was able to visit 2 beaches &lt;/span&gt;na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this month alone, 2 beaches din last month. &lt;/span&gt;Masusundan pa yata bago matapos ang buwan, pero hindi pa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt;. Matabungkay Batangas nung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May 8&lt;/span&gt;, at ang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; latest addition&lt;/span&gt;? Puting Buhangin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; sa Pagbilao, Quezon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LxMhbcFPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KPHdKzrlk20/s1600/DSC_3069a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LxMhbcFPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KPHdKzrlk20/s320/DSC_3069a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472701694642754802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dumiretso kami doon pagkatapos makisaya sa Pahiyas sa Lucban. Sobrang saya netong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt; na 'to dahil sobrang daming nangyari sa loob lang ng 2 araw na paglalagi sa Quezon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_Lyz2zmVZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Gu3IadldqVE/s1600/DSC_2992a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_Lyz2zmVZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Gu3IadldqVE/s320/DSC_2992a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472703469907760530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LzoLi98yI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HwHn3z0wfh4/s1600/DSC_3033a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LzoLi98yI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HwHn3z0wfh4/s320/DSC_3033a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472704368828347170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LxwrtmG7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/XlKzm1rptME/s1600/DSC_2922a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LxwrtmG7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/XlKzm1rptME/s320/DSC_2922a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472702315878554546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LyRpCrAZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e7ED5gRlE-Y/s1600/DSC_3041a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LyRpCrAZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e7ED5gRlE-Y/s320/DSC_3041a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472702882097332626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-1838699516872751927?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/1838699516872751927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thoughts-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1838699516872751927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1838699516872751927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thoughts-may.html' title='Random Thoughts: May'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S_LwQw8i3bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-GUkZ4ZS6lw/s72-c/23438_1301484310897_1644127122_701452_6216280_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8513340911764505911</id><published>2010-05-01T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:27:20.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bumming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love beaches. &lt;/span&gt;Kapag nakaupo ako sa buhangin sa tabi ng dagat, nawawala lahat ng pagod, puyat at problema ko. Nakaka-kalma ang tunog ng alon na pumapalo sa buhanginan, ang preskong simoy ng hangin at ang bughaw na langit na nakikipagtagpo sa bughaw ding tubig ng karagatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough of the&lt;/span&gt; Balagtasan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;style of writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang saya ko na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was able to hit two beaches in just one month, namely&lt;/span&gt; Aurora and Zambales. At gusto ko pa uling pumunta sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;! Mukhang mapapadalas ang dalaw ko sa dagat dahil sobrang nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; ako kasama ang mga kaibigan ko, pero minsan ita-try ko ring magpunta sa dagat ng mag-isa. Ano kayang feeling nun? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eto ang listahan ng mga dagat na nasa Luzon lang na gusto ko puntahan. 'Wag muna sa Visayas at Mindanao dahil malaki-laking ipunan yun hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CALAGUAS ISLAND, Camarines Norte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn239/rycerocks/DSC_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 428px;" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn239/rycerocks/DSC_0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo from rycerocks.multiply.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CAGBALETE ISLAND, Quezon Province.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gurlastig.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/flat_boat_lowtide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 640px;" src="http://gurlastig.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/flat_boat_lowtide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo from gurlastig.files.wordpress.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. JOMALIG ISLAND, Quezon Province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.expat-blog.com/upload/img/jomalig-quezon090802074232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.expat-blog.com/upload/img/jomalig-quezon090802074232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo from expat-blog.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. MAGALAWA ISLAND, Zambales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2759/4391743076_9fbcf8f9db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2759/4391743076_9fbcf8f9db.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo from flickr.com/vinson010986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. BALAKI ISLAND, Pangasinan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/2415053675_617a95d799_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 634px; height: 454px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/2415053675_617a95d799_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo from lantaw.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hindi nyo naman napansin na gusto ko sa mga pulo no? Hehe.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So what are you waiting for? If you wanna go to these places, just hit me up and let's plan our trip LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8513340911764505911?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8513340911764505911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/05/beach-bumming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8513340911764505911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8513340911764505911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/05/beach-bumming.html' title='Beach Bumming'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2759/4391743076_9fbcf8f9db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-4549171240699232527</id><published>2010-04-06T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T05:57:46.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love-Hate Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A typically boring and hot Sunday afternoon: there I was, sitting beside the window with a lit menthol cigarette in one hand and a tumbler of iced coffee in the other, staring blankly at a wall awkwardly positioned beside our house, insipidly glaring back as if telling me to get a life and do something more worthwhile than beholding his holy humdrumness. How I wish I could Mr. Wall, for a flat-broke idler like me has got nothing better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's when I felt her presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I then remembered that it is inevitable to meet her during this time of the year. I would imagine her in her usual airy floral dress, sporting a straw hat and a pair of lightweight sandals. Her complexion ever flawless, so radiant that it renders her practically shadowless. She smells like the warm ocean breeze-- the gentle scent of the sea wafted to a garden filled with jasmines in full bloom, then to my nose... oh, how nostalgic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My eyes, still fixed at the equally bored wall, finally gave out and  motioned to the dying stick of poison twiddled by my fingers. A dream sequence played inside my head, and suddenly I was cast to the theater of my childhood memories again. I've been trying so hard to decipher what my id wants my ego to realize, but a single recurring scene haunts me in all of my afternoon reveries: me as a little boy, squatting, back leaning on a faded concrete wall that keeps me away from the sun, snacking on a slice of shabbily-made pizza. Weirdly enough, I always wondered what's with the wall and the sun that they always evoke a sinking  feeling when I see them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer has always been my childhood sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-4549171240699232527?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/4549171240699232527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-hate-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4549171240699232527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4549171240699232527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-hate-relationship.html' title='A Love-Hate Relationship'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8136806184213692299</id><published>2010-03-25T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:05:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiyet</title><content type='html'>So eto na naman po kami ng PUP sa aming mala-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wild goose chase&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enrollment processes.&lt;/span&gt; Susko. Kararating ko lang ng bahay galing sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; at hindi rin ako nakapag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enroll&lt;/span&gt;. Andaming proseso na hindi naman inaasikaso ng mga tanggapan na dapat nag-aasikaso. Shiyet lang talaga. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next week&lt;/span&gt; ay Semana Santa na at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good luck &lt;/span&gt;kung meron pang mag-asikaso sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt; nun kapag hindi ko natapos to bukas. Pansin ko lang din ha, nung mga nakaraang araw eh puro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rants&lt;/span&gt; lang ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posts&lt;/span&gt; ko dito. Grrrrrrr. Wala na akong oras para makapag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contemplate&lt;/span&gt; man lang sa buhay ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8136806184213692299?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8136806184213692299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/03/shiyet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8136806184213692299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8136806184213692299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/03/shiyet.html' title='Shiyet'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-5436272047401878899</id><published>2010-03-07T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:33:29.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Rant</title><content type='html'>Haaay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coffee shop operations&lt;/span&gt; na naman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; na naman akong pagod na pagod. Sa totoo lang eto na ata ang pinaka-ayaw kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parte&lt;/span&gt; ng pag-aaral ko ng HRM. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 week&lt;/span&gt; na naman akong bangag, dahil kung hindi ka naman ba ulanin ng malas, nataon na ngang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;midterms&lt;/span&gt; week namin nung unang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;term&lt;/span&gt; namin eh pati ba naman sa pangalawang pagkakataon ay nataon ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finals&lt;/span&gt;. Iniisip ko palang kung paano ko ipapasa ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;final exams&lt;/span&gt; ko eh nababaliw na ako. Andami pang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;requirements&lt;/span&gt; na hindi ko naman pwedeng pagsabayin. Bwisit na buhay 'to o. Pagdadasal ko nalang talaga na wala akong ibagsak na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt; sa taon na 'to dahil kung nagkataon, chugi na ako sa PUP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-5436272047401878899?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/5436272047401878899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/03/early-morning-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5436272047401878899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5436272047401878899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/03/early-morning-rant.html' title='Early Morning Rant'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8887506158461653250</id><published>2010-02-22T05:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:15:13.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simba-simbahan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S4GfNuaDBII/AAAAAAAAAWY/uRPsPNO9GfE/s1600-h/baste+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S4GfNuaDBII/AAAAAAAAAWY/uRPsPNO9GfE/s320/baste+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440804882984666242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sa wakas, sa tinagal-tagal ng nilalagi ko sa Manila ay na-Kodakan ko na ang napaka-kontrobersyal na San Sebastian Church sa San Miguel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt; sinamahan ko lang magsimba si Megs dito dahil gusto nya rin makita ang loob. Ang masasabi ko lang-- wow. Walang katulad sa buong Pilipinas ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all-steel Neo-Gothic architectural style&lt;/span&gt; ng simbahang 'to. Nagkaroon naman ako ng pagkakataong retratuhan ang loob ng simbahan kaso boloks naman kaya hindi ko nalang ipo-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; LOL. At nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; din akong kunan ang simbahan ng San Agustin dahil sa dinami-dami ng beses ko nang napuntahan 'yun, wala parin akong matinong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;. Resulta? Wala paren hahaha. Hindi talaga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photogenic&lt;/span&gt; ang lola ng lahat ng simbahan sa Pinas-- pero masasabi kong ito so far ang pinakamaganda sa lahat (lalo na ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baroque style&lt;/span&gt; neto sa loob) ng simbahang nakita ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's such a shame&lt;/span&gt; na nagawa ko ngang HDR ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; ko ng San Sebastian sa taas pero yung "pseudo" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effect&lt;/span&gt; naman. Hindi ko parin matantsa ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conversion&lt;/span&gt; gamit ang multi-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bracketed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaarrrggh somebody help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;furnace&lt;/span&gt; yun tutuluyan namin sa Baguio&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this coming weekend&lt;/span&gt;. Parang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt; ko yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fireside&lt;/span&gt; kwentuhan at inuman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with matching&lt;/span&gt; lutuan ng DIY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;. Yumm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8887506158461653250?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8887506158461653250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/02/simba-simbahan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8887506158461653250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8887506158461653250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/02/simba-simbahan.html' title='Simba-simbahan'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S4GfNuaDBII/AAAAAAAAAWY/uRPsPNO9GfE/s72-c/baste+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-2859126165738647462</id><published>2010-02-21T05:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:26:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: February</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I haven't been updating my other blogs for quite some time now.&lt;/span&gt; Yung &lt;a href="http://ecclesiophilia.blogspot.com/"&gt;ECCLESIOPHILIA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; ko tungkol sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;different churches around the metro and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://thegrocerygourmet.blogspot.com/"&gt;GROCERY GOURMET&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;about food experiments&lt;/span&gt;. Isang indikasyon lang na medyo &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; ako sa ibang bagay ngayon. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In short, I'm kinda not enjoying my life as of the moment. Or am I not?&lt;/span&gt; Medyo. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I need a breather.&lt;/span&gt; Buti nalang nalalapit na ang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt; namin &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to Baguio for the Panagbenga. Yay! I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-2859126165738647462?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/2859126165738647462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2859126165738647462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2859126165738647462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts-february.html' title='Random Thoughts: February'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-4135947712413562803</id><published>2010-02-18T06:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:15:51.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, May Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today officially&lt;/span&gt; magsisimula ang College Week namin. Ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt; diba? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;College week&lt;/span&gt; pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halfway thru the week&lt;/span&gt; magsisimula LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I think that's better than no College Week at all right? So&lt;/span&gt; eto ako ngayon, nasa bahay, nagpapakasarap at ninanamnam ang buhay ng estudyanteng walang pasok bwahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, bukas pala ay magke-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cater&lt;/span&gt; kami&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for the &lt;/span&gt;Alumni Homecoming. Kung sisipagin ako eh pupunta ako para tumulong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt; ike-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;credit&lt;/span&gt; naman yun sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;number of hours&lt;/span&gt; kong pagtatrabaho (FYI: yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coffee shop operations&lt;/span&gt; namin dinaig pa ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;practicum&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;number of hours&lt;/span&gt;. San ka). Hindi rin kasi ako nae-excite, nahihiya pa kamo dahil baka makita ako ng mga original batchmates ko (2003).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So just to be sure&lt;/span&gt; na walang pasok, nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;text&lt;/span&gt; ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; ko na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prof&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dah (Daryll), may pasok ba ang mga&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; major subjects &lt;/span&gt;ngayon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala. Pati &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next week &lt;/span&gt;wala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit daw? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You mean the whole week next week?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup, may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What an answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-4135947712413562803?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/4135947712413562803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/02/yup-may-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4135947712413562803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4135947712413562803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/02/yup-may-something.html' title='Yup, May Something'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-7647284723252063620</id><published>2010-02-03T05:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T06:40:37.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Life Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's something about February, the early morning crowd, the dawn moon, the pedestrian crossing and EDSA that made me feel so lonely today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was still dark, and I am amongst the sea of people waiting for the traffic lights to turn red so we can cross the other side of the street. Although it is already a common sight, the swarm sort of astounded me-- what on earth are these people doing in the streets at this ungodly hour? It was already 5 AM; I really don't know what has gotten into my head that made me ask myself this obviously stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stoplight already signaled the crowd to pass through. While I was walking amidst these faceless strangers, a surge of black bile rushed into my heart-- suddenly, I felt alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything was in slow-mo while the moon, veiled with thick haze, smiled at me sarcastically. A torrent of memories in black and white flashed on my mind like a sixpence cinema. I remembered my childhood, my carefree and simple life as a little boy. I remembered all the friends I've gained and lost along the way. I remembered how I spent my summer afternoons at home, with the whole family, all together watching an infamous noontime show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-7647284723252063620?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/7647284723252063620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/02/quarter-life-crisis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7647284723252063620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7647284723252063620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/02/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter Life Crisis'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-6964615292013184673</id><published>2010-01-30T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:37:02.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Make Me Hate January</title><content type='html'>Nagising ako kaninang humahagulgol. Nanaginip kasi ako na meron nang taning ang buhay ko--  nakasuot daw ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lab gown&lt;/span&gt;, medyo nalalagas na ang buhok dahil sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chemotherapy&lt;/span&gt; at nakaluhod sa harap ng duktor, umiiyak, at nagmamakaawang huwag na ako gamutin, para hindi na maging pabigat sa pamilya ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palagi kong iniisip na mamamatay na ako sa sakit na ayokong malaman kung ano, pero dahil sa panaginip na 'yon, parang sabi ko kay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, 'wag muna po siguro. Marami pa akong pangarap para sa mga tao sa paligid ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First morning I felt so low-spirited&lt;/span&gt; pa. Kanina, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shift&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just learned&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two of my closest friends&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;team&lt;/span&gt; ang hindi na papasok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi na sila mare-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;regular&lt;/span&gt; dahil sa mababang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scorecard&lt;/span&gt;. Nalulungkot kami ng sobra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-6964615292013184673?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/6964615292013184673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-dont-make-me-hate-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/6964615292013184673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/6964615292013184673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-dont-make-me-hate-january.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Make Me Hate January'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-2739823496036729550</id><published>2010-01-18T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:27:03.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT</title><content type='html'>Hay. Grabe. Pagkatapos nang napakasayang weekend tour sa Ilocandia, pagdating ko sa Maynila ay talagang hindi na ako tinantanan ng problema. Una, parang nagalit na ang mga ka-grupo ko sa coffee shop operations dahil hindi nila ako madalas makita. Eh anong magagawa ko, irregular student ako at isa pa, may trabaho ako kinagabihan. Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit hindi maintindihan ng ibang tao ang mga pinagdadaanan kong hirap. Or siguro wala talaga silang pakialam. Oo nga naman, sino ba naman kasi ako sa kanila para magkaroon na paki. Nakiki-grupo lang naman ako. At isa pa, nabu-bwisit talaga ako sa mga professor na walang konsiderasyon. Mga tipong parang hindi nagdaan sa pagiging estudyante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung Sabado, nakipag-meet ako sa mga ka-grupo ko para nga mag-meeting tungkol sa operations namin para sa week na 'to. Tumulong gumawa ng decorations and nag-usap tungkol sa mga specifics. Pero pagdating nga ng Lunes (ngayon), biglang wala, FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko rin namang mali ko. Hindi ako nagising ng maaga para makapunta sa school ng 5:30AM dahil napasarap ang tulog ko at hindi nag-ring ang alarm. Nakita kong naka-stock ang orasan sa 4:00AM; pakiramdam ko eh pinipilit niyang gisingin ako pero hindi na talaga kaya ng enerhiya ng bateryang nagpapatakbo sa kanya. So ang ending, 7:30 na ako nagising. Dumating ako sa school ng 9AM. Nakita ng professor na may pusong bato, at sinabing hindi na niya raw ako tatanggapin sa pagdu-duty-- bukas nalang daw. At ang parusa ay 3 days ng additional duty sa coffee shop. Haaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stories. Sobrang nako-conflict ang coffee shop operation ko sa work. Imagine: ang shift ko sa coffee shop ko is 5:30AM-9:00PM, at ang shift ko sa work is 10:45PM-3:45AM. Parang nagsasabing, eto ang cuchillo Resty, dalian mo't saksakin mo nalang sarili mo. Eh baka nga hindi pa ako makaligo man lang sa intervals na 'yun. Nag-try akong mag-file ng leave thru my boss pero wala din s'yang nagawa-- at ang sabi pa, wala daw s'yang magagawa-- kung hindi daw ako papasok sa work, kelangan niyang tuparin ang duty niya bilang supervisor at bigyan ako ng karampatang parusa. HOW ENCOURAGING. Kaya nga tinatanong kung baka gawan niya ng paraan diba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naging thankful ako na may sakit ako. Nagpatingin ako sa doctor kahapon at na-diagnose na meron akong Upper Respiratory Tract infection at tonsilitis. Humingi ako ng Med Cert at in-advise-an na magpahinga ng 3-5 days. Syempre masaya ako dahil pwede ko na ma-excuse sarili ko sa work na LEGAL. Pinagusapan naman namin ni boss na kung makakapag-present ako ng Med Cert sa paga-absent ko eh OK lang sa kanya. So ayun, gumawa na ata ng paraan ang sistema ko para makalusot sa problema. Kaso nga, solved na sana, pero na-extend naman ng 3 more days ang paninilbihan ko sa hinayupak na operations. Pahirap talaga. Tapos nalaman ko pang meron pang one more week ng operations sometime in March. Idagdag mo pang Midterms Week namin ngayon. Someone please give me poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na nga munang i-italicize ang mga English words dito. Wala ako sa mood. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S1RhdK9DQtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ueFXrilg4mw/s1600-h/DSC_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S1RhdK9DQtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ueFXrilg4mw/s320/DSC_2367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428070604672811730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-2739823496036729550?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/2739823496036729550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2739823496036729550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2739823496036729550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/rant.html' title='RANT'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S1RhdK9DQtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ueFXrilg4mw/s72-c/DSC_2367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-3988959303668853107</id><published>2010-01-04T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:41:19.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Dahil Hindi Ako Pumasok sa First School Day of the Year...</title><content type='html'>...ay mag-i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Internet &lt;/span&gt;nalang ako maghapon wahehehehe. Gustong-gusto ko talagang pumasok kaso nga lang merong mga bagay na nangyayaring hindi maiiwasan. Kung ano man yun eh nasa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil mind&lt;/span&gt; ko nalang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the mean time.&lt;/span&gt; Hehehehe. Medyo strikto kasi sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attendance &lt;/span&gt;ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professor&lt;/span&gt; namin sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday/Thursday class from 12PM-1:30PM.&lt;/span&gt; Sana lang talaga hindi sya pumasok ngayon dahil aabsenan ko na naman sya&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; next week for the Ilocos tour&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para lang hindi masayang ang araw na 'to, sana may mapuntahan akong magandang lugar na may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excellent cityscape view&lt;/span&gt; para makapag-practice na ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long-exposure shots/night photography&lt;/span&gt; dahil nakabili na ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tripod &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IR remote control &lt;/span&gt;para sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camera &lt;/span&gt;ko wahahahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try &lt;/span&gt;ko nga mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLANS FOR BAGONG TAON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;positive &lt;/span&gt;ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vibes &lt;/span&gt;ko sa taong 'to sa kadahilanang hindi ko alam. Dahil ba &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year of the Tiger&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is my "Year?"&lt;/span&gt; Parang andami kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;travel plans for this year.&lt;/span&gt; Andami kong gusto puntahan at kuhanan ng larawan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, this is me slowly being a photography hobbyist. It all started&lt;/span&gt; nung nabili ko ang aking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camera last year&lt;/span&gt; bwahahahaha. Meron na naman akong bagong listahan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in addition&lt;/span&gt; sa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bucket List&lt;/span&gt; ko na hanggang ngayon eh isa pa lang ang natutupad) na kelangan ko ma-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt;, at eto nga sila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GUMAMIT NG ORGANIZER/PLANNER. Opo, hindi ko na kinolekta ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planner &lt;/span&gt;ng Starbucks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for this year &lt;/span&gt;dahil magastos at isa pa, bumili na ako ng mumurahing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planner from&lt;/span&gt; National Bookstore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for 80 pesos&lt;/span&gt; ('yun yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planner &lt;/span&gt;sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture &lt;/span&gt;sa baba na may mapa ng Vigan). Pare-pareho lang namang nililistahan ang mga 'yan. Nakakatulong ng malaki ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planner &lt;/span&gt;(kung ginagamit) para wala kang ma-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss &lt;/span&gt;na mga bagay na dapat gawin, lalo na sa taong tulad ko na andaming pinagkakaabalahan. Siguro yung pagiging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spontaneous &lt;/span&gt;ko eh nandun paren, pero yung mga importanteng mga bagay dapat pina-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planner&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MAG-QUIT SA YOSI.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So far, so good&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi pa ako humihithit ng yosi sa taong 'to. Nakatulong ata ang pagkakaroon ko ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pharyngitis &lt;/span&gt;bago matapos ang 2009 bwahahahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, I wish myself good luck&lt;/span&gt;. Kelangan ko nalang siguro ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;distraction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. GUMALA NG GUMALA.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In a good way.&lt;/span&gt; Gusto ko puntahan ang mga fiesta na malapit lang naman dito sa Manila, para maging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worthwhile&lt;/span&gt; ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;restdays &lt;/span&gt;ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. CHOCOLATE BUSINESS. Kapag nasakatuparan ko 'to, matse-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;-an ko narin yung isang bagay sa kabilang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checklist &lt;/span&gt;ko wahehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-3988959303668853107?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/3988959303668853107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-dahil-hindi-ako-pumasok-sa-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3988959303668853107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3988959303668853107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-dahil-hindi-ako-pumasok-sa-first.html' title='At Dahil Hindi Ako Pumasok sa First School Day of the Year...'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-7768809510651449278</id><published>2010-01-03T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:44:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ennui</title><content type='html'>Haaaay. Meron na namang pasok sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school &lt;/span&gt;bukas. Tinatamad pa ako. 'Yaan mo na, konting tiis nalang. Kapag grumadweyt na ako hindi ko na kelangan mamroblema sa mga bagay na pinagsasabay hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At isa pa, isang linggo nalang, ILOCOS NA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S0CC2r_5BMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rpO18eJPx1g/s1600-h/vigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S0CC2r_5BMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rpO18eJPx1g/s320/vigan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422477827389326530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sa sobrang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;, bumili pa talaga ako ng mapa. LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loser!&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-7768809510651449278?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/7768809510651449278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/ennui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7768809510651449278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7768809510651449278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/ennui.html' title='Ennui'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/S0CC2r_5BMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rpO18eJPx1g/s72-c/vigan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-4110337861245967332</id><published>2010-01-02T02:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:23:15.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and welcome 2010 -- heck it's another decade!&lt;/span&gt; Isa pa, Year of the Tiger na naman... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 years old&lt;/span&gt; na ako bwahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya akong naayos na 'tong hinayupak na PC na 'to. Sa totoo lang, isang dahilan kung bakit hindi na ako madalas makapag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;ay dahil sa pagkasira nitong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;computer &lt;/span&gt;ko. Buti naman at sinipag akong pumunta ng Gilmore para magpagawa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God&lt;/span&gt; hindi na ako mabo-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bore &lt;/span&gt;ule dito sa bahay [at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; papa, sinamahan mo ako sa Gilmore :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, sa sobrang daming nangyari sa buhay ko noong mga nakaraang buwan ay hindi ko na yata alam kung san magsisimula. Simulan nalang natin ng Pasko, tutal eh  iyon naman ang isa sa mga pinaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recent &lt;/span&gt;kaya medyo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fresh &lt;/span&gt;pa sa aking isip. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, hindi ko naman&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; first time&lt;/span&gt; mag-Pasko sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt;, kaya OK lang na nandoon ako't may sakbit na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;headset &lt;/span&gt;sa ulo ko-- wala namang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calls&lt;/span&gt;, isa pa,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; double pay&lt;/span&gt; naman. Pangalawa, hindi naman talaga namin masyadong sine-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrate &lt;/span&gt;ang Pasko sa bahay. Ang masakit lang talaga ay nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrate &lt;/span&gt;ako ng Bagong Taon sa office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-alis palang ng bahay, andami nang paputok na nagkalat sa kalsada at kulang nalang eh mapraning ako kung saan titingin at iiwas. Habang makakasalubong mo ang mga kapitbahay mo sa labas na nagkakantahan at nagbabatian na may dalang pagkain para ipan-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trade &lt;/span&gt;sa kabilang bahay, ayun ka, nakikipagpatentero sa mga batang me ihahagis na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piccolo &lt;/span&gt;sa daan. Sa kanto palang wala na akong masakyang tricycle palabas, so bumalik ako sa bahay at nagpahatid kay papa gamit ang motor papunta sa kanto ng Lifehomes. Maswerte nalang din siguro akong naka-tyempo ng FX na pa-Ayala at nakasakay kagad ako. Nag e-emo pa yung manong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;driver &lt;/span&gt;ng FX na parang nagso-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soliloquy &lt;/span&gt;na kesyo kung aabot ba daw sya sa bahay nang alas-dose, ina-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciate &lt;/span&gt;ang magagarbong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fireworks &lt;/span&gt;na makikita sa langit habang binabagtas ang halos walang sasakyan na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C5 Road&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman nagbago ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ending&lt;/span&gt;. Walang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magical moment&lt;/span&gt; na tipong merong&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; early log out&lt;/span&gt; na naganap at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; happy ever after &lt;/span&gt;ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ending &lt;/span&gt;na nagme-Media Noche kaming mga kawawang ahente sa bahay kasama ang aming mga pamilya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First time&lt;/span&gt; ko mag &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt; nang wala sa bahay in 23 years. Siguro nga eh parte na ng buhay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; call center agent&lt;/span&gt; 'to; siguro nga talaga ay ma-swerte lang ako sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;past few years&lt;/span&gt; ko sa trabaho na nagkakataong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;restdays &lt;/span&gt;ko kapag may mga ganitong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holidays especially New Year&lt;/span&gt;. So ayun nga, hindi naman namin sinira ang gabi naman at meron naman kaming pinagsaluhan-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potluck &lt;/span&gt;ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;setting&lt;/span&gt;. Isa-isa kaming nagdala (hati pala kami ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seatmate &lt;/span&gt;kong si Megs sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt;) ng mga pagkain na pinagsaluhan namin sa Media Noche. Meron pa kaming paputok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(party poppers&lt;/span&gt; lang naman) na supot naman ang sabog kaya medyo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corny&lt;/span&gt;. Ang pinaka-bwisit na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part &lt;/span&gt;lang talaga eh yung saktong alas-dose dito sa Manila eh saktong buhos din ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calls &lt;/span&gt;mula doon sa kabilang hemisphere na tinatawag nating Amerika. Pero OK na rin siguro; bagong karanasan, bagong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi ko naman kelangan sirain ang gabi ko dahil lang doon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are so many ways to make yourself happy&lt;/span&gt;, at tama nga silang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choice &lt;/span&gt;mo 'yon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we chose to be happy, although&lt;/span&gt; may mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girls &lt;/span&gt;sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;team &lt;/span&gt;namin na umiyak nung sumapit ang batian ng "Happy New Year!" sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;floor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon nga ng balitang merong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Moon&lt;/span&gt; daw nung gabi ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt;. So pagka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out &lt;/span&gt;ko namin ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt;, napansin ko ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reflection &lt;/span&gt;ng buwan sa salamin ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;building &lt;/span&gt;sa tapat-- malaki. Hinanap namin ang buwan dahil natatakpan 'yon ng nagtataasang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buildings &lt;/span&gt;sa Makati, at nung makita namin eh medyo na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disappoint &lt;/span&gt;kami dahil mukha lang naman 'yong normal. Ho-hum. So eto namang si Paula, nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trip &lt;/span&gt;at sinabi sa aking gusto n'ya magpa-Kodak sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pedestrian lane&lt;/span&gt; tutal dala ko naman ang aking "girlfriend." Nako, ako pa ang niyaya niya rito eh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;game &lt;/span&gt;na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;game &lt;/span&gt;naman ako sa mga ganitong kabaliwan. So nung nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stoplight &lt;/span&gt;sa Ayala-Buendia intersection, takbo si Paula sa daan at humiga sa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pedestrian lane&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sz5JAuZukCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0hlDrZIdJBw/s1600-h/DSC-1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sz5JAuZukCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0hlDrZIdJBw/s320/DSC-1269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421851278205423650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oo nga pala. Pupunta kaming magka-kaibigan sa Ilocos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next week&lt;/span&gt;. Sobrang nae-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excite &lt;/span&gt;na ako dahil gusto ko na uli dagdagan ang koleskyon ko ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures &lt;/span&gt;ng&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; colonial churches&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-4110337861245967332?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/4110337861245967332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4110337861245967332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4110337861245967332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sz5JAuZukCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0hlDrZIdJBw/s72-c/DSC-1269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-7972652267016194406</id><published>2009-12-05T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:13:48.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, No Blog Post for November</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No blog post for the whole of November? Gawd.&lt;/span&gt; Naging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the past few days, and ongoing&lt;/span&gt; parin naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang siguro talaga akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; mag-kwento. Napaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seasonal&lt;/span&gt; talaga ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;furor&lt;/span&gt; ko. Arrgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-7972652267016194406?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/7972652267016194406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-no-blog-post-for-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7972652267016194406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7972652267016194406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-no-blog-post-for-november.html' title='Yes, No Blog Post for November'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-226444536389979897</id><published>2009-10-21T07:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:10:52.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soya Milk is not My Cup of Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/St5L2u5wFNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eu8MGcg_Ey0/s1600-h/Photo+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/St5L2u5wFNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eu8MGcg_Ey0/s320/Photo+48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394832807311709394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just don't find soy milk tasty. This strawberry-flavored soy milk particularly. Argh. There's something in it that tastes really weird. I think it's not even close to milk, save for the texture. No, I think the texture is grainy. I just forgot what the taste is, but certainly not milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-226444536389979897?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/226444536389979897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/10/soya-milk-is-not-my-cup-of-tea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/226444536389979897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/226444536389979897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/10/soya-milk-is-not-my-cup-of-tea.html' title='Soya Milk is not My Cup of Tea'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/St5L2u5wFNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eu8MGcg_Ey0/s72-c/Photo+48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-5044841207480097652</id><published>2009-10-16T08:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:29:15.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the GM Diet Begin</title><content type='html'>Napapansin ko lang din na medyo matumal ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posts&lt;/span&gt; ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these past few days&lt;/span&gt;, kaya dadagdagan ko. Hehe. Matagal ko nang alam ang GM (General Motors) Diet na 'to, pero hindi ko matuloy-tuloy dahil parang sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all-fruit diet&lt;/span&gt; palang, parang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt; na ako. Pero dahil tumataba na ako, susubukan ko ang tunay na disiplina ko at sundan ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crash diet&lt;/span&gt; na 'to... pero hindi ko sisimulan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as in&lt;/span&gt; ngayon; saka na kapag nakapag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grocery&lt;/span&gt; na ako ng maayos. Iba-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; ko rin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as much as possible&lt;/span&gt; ang mga kaganapan sa araw-araw na pagsunod ko sa kalokohang 'to: ang mga ayaw ko, mga gusto ko, ang timbang ko, at kung susuko na ako. Hehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good luck&lt;/span&gt; talaga sa'kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga hindi pamilyar sa ka-demonyohang 'to, eto po ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complete guide&lt;/span&gt;, kung gusto n'yo ring i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;General Motors: Weight Loss Diet Program&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--msthemeseparator--&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;The following diet and health program was developed for employees and dependents of General Motors, Inc. and is intended for their exclusive use. This program was developed in conjunction with a grant from U.S. Department of Agriculture and the Food and Drug Administration. It was field tested at the Johns Hopkins Research Centre and was approved for distribution by the Board of Directors, General Motors Corp. at a general meeting on August 15, 1985. General Motors Corp. wholly endorses this program and is making it available to all employees and families. This program will be available at all General Motors Food Service Facilities. It is management's intention to facilitate a wellness and fitness program for everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;This program is designed for a target weight loss of 10-17 lbs per week. It will also improve your attitudes and emotions because of its cleansing systematic effects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;The effectiveness of this seven day plan is that the food eaten burn more calories than they give to the body in caloric value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;This plan can be used as often as you like without any fear of complications. It is designed to flush your system of impurities and give you a feeling of well being. After seven days you will begin to feel lighter because you will be lighter by at least 10 lbs. You will have an abundance of energy and an improved disposition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;During the first seven days you must abstain from all alcohol&lt;br /&gt;You must drink 10 glasses of water each day&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day One&lt;/b&gt; All fruits except bananas. Your first day will consist of all the fruits   you want. It is strongly suggested that you consume lots of melons the first day.   Especially watermelon and a loupe. If you limit your fruit consumption to melons, your   chances of losing three lbs. on first day are very good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;  &lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Two&lt;/b&gt; All vegetables. You are encouraged to eat until you are stuffed with all   the raw or cooked vegetables of your choice. There is no limit on the amount or type. For   your complex carbohydrate, you will start day two with a large baked potato for breakfast.   You may top the potato with one pat of butter. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Three&lt;/b&gt; A mixture of fruits and vegetables of your choice. Any amount, any   quantity. No bananas yet. No potatoes today. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Four&lt;/b&gt; Bananas and milk. Today you will eat as many as eight bananas and drink   three glasses of milk. This will be combined with the special soup which may be eaten in   limited quantities. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Five&lt;/b&gt; Today is feast day. You will eat &lt;u&gt;beef&lt;/u&gt; and tomatoes. Eat two 10   oz. portions of lean beef. Hamburger is OK. Combine this with six whole tomatoes. On day   five you must increase your water intake by one quart. This is to cleanse your system of   the uric acid you will be producing. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Six&lt;/b&gt; Beef and vegetables. Today you may eat an unlimited amount of beef and   vegetables. Eat to your hearts content. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Seven&lt;/b&gt; Today your food intake will consist of brown rice, fruit juices and   all the vegetables you care to consume.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;Tomorrow morning you will be 10-17 lbs. lighter than one week ago. If you desire further weight loss, repeat the program again. You may repeat this program as often as you like, however, it is suggested that you are allowed two glasses of white wine in addition to the instructions on the program. You may substitute champagne for white wine. Under no circumstances are you to drink any other alcoholic beverages with the exception of beer which is allowed. Any liquor (bourbon,vodka, rum) is forbidden. Cream drinks are especially forbidden. You may have an occasional cordial such as creme de menthe or schnapps, but you must always limit yourself to two drinks. If you wine, drink only wine that day. If you have beer, drink only beer that day, etc. Alcohol adds empty calories to your diet. However, after the first week it will help your digestion and settle your stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1px;"&gt;G.M.'S Wonder Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;The following soup is intended as a supplement to your diet. It can be eaten any time of the day in virtually unlimited quantities. You are encouraged to consume large quantities of this soup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;28 oz, Water, 6 Large Onions, 2 Green Peppers, Whole Tomatoes (fresh or canned), 1 Head Cabbage, 1 Bunch Celery, 4 Envelopes Lipton Onion Soup Mix, Herbs and Flavouring as desired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1px;"&gt;Additional Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;Vegetables as may be taken in the form of a salad if desired. No dressing except malt, white or wine vinegar, squeezed lemon, garlic, herbs. No more than one tea spoon of oil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt; You have been given a recipe for the WONDER SOUP which can be eaten in unlimited quantities. This soup is a supplement while you are on the program and it should be a pleasure to eat. Not everyone likes cabbage, green peppers, calory etc. This recipe is not inflexible. You may substitute vegetables according to your taste. You may add any vegetables you like: asparagus, peas, corn, turnips, green beans, cauliflower, etc. Try to stay away from beans (lima, pinto, kidney, etc.), however, because they tend to be high in calories even though they are very good for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beverages&lt;/b&gt; you may consume while on the program :   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Water (flavoured with lemon/lime if desired).&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Club Soda is OK.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Black Coffee. No cream or cream substitute. No sugar or sweetness.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Black Tea = Herb or Leaf.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Absolutely nothing else except the fruit juices which are part of day seven. No fruit     juices before day seven.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1px;"&gt;How and Why It Works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day One&lt;/b&gt; you are preparing your system for the upcoming programme. Your only source of nutrition is fresh or canned fruits. Fruits are nature's perfect food. They provide everything you could possibly want to sustain life except total balance and variety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Two&lt;/b&gt; starts with a fix of complex carbo-hydrates coupled with an oil dose. This is taken in the morning for energy and balance. The rest of day two consists of vegetables which are virtually calorie free and provide essential nutrients and fibre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Three &lt;/b&gt;eliminates the potato because you get your carbohydrates from the fruits. You system is now prepared to start burning excess pounds. You will still have cravings which should start to diminish by day four. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Four&lt;/b&gt;, bananas, milk and soup sound the strangest and least desirable. You're in for a surprise. You probably will not eat all the bananas allowed. But they are there for the potassium you have lost and the sodium you may have missed the past three days. You will notice a definite loss of desire for sweets. You will be surprised how easy this day will go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Five&lt;/b&gt;, Beef and tomatoes. The beef is for iron and proteins, the tomatoes are for digestion and fibre. Lots and lots of water purifies your system. You should notice colourless urine today. Your allowance calls for the equivalent of five "quarter ponders". Do not feel you have to eat all this beef. You must eat the six tomatoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Six &lt;/b&gt;is similar to day five, Iron and proteins from beef, Vitamins and fibre from vegetables. By now your system is in a total weight loss inclination. There should be a noticeable difference in the way you look today, compared to day one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Seven &lt;/b&gt;finished off the program like a good cigar used to finish off Victorian meals, except much healthier. You have your system under control and it should thank you for the flushing and cleaning you just gave it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-5044841207480097652?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/5044841207480097652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-gm-diet-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5044841207480097652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5044841207480097652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-gm-diet-begin.html' title='Let the GM Diet Begin'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8805939235438989393</id><published>2009-10-07T09:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:43:43.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: October</title><content type='html'>Sobrang daming nangyari nung mga nakaraang araw-- merong masaya, meron ding malungkot, meron ding mga pangyayaring hindi ko alam kung paano bigyan ng reaksyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko makakalimutan ang bagyong Ondoy dahil ngayon ko lang naranasan sa buong buhay ko ang katakot-takot na baha sa kanto ng Lifehomes-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;, lagpas tao lang naman. Pero sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;street&lt;/span&gt; mismo namin, wala namang baha. Kaso walang kuryente, walang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;signal&lt;/span&gt; ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mobile networks&lt;/span&gt; at wala ring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dial tone&lt;/span&gt; ang telepono. Siguro masasabi ko naring maswerte na rin kami kumpara sa mga taong nagpalipas ng gabi sa mga bubungan ng bahay nila-- nilalamig, basa at gutom-- para lang hindi anurin ng delubyong gawa ng bente-kwatro oras na ulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumipas rin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; ko na parang wala namang nangyari. Hindi ko naramdaman, actually. Maraming taong bumati, siguro nga sapat narin yun-- pero hindi ako nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt;. Or-- hindi pa, pwede namang i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;postpone&lt;/span&gt; muna, tutal eh may krisis pa naman. Hindi na ata ako sanay na hindi nagse-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt;, dahil tradisyon ko na ang magkaroon ng maliit na&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; get-together&lt;/span&gt; tuwing birthday ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelan lang din,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; our high school directress passed away&lt;/span&gt;. Maraming nalungkot dahil mahal namin ang aming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;directress&lt;/span&gt; na si Mrs. Brown kahit na uma-umaga kaming sine-sermunan noong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; pa kami. Pumunta kaming magkaka-klase sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wake&lt;/span&gt; niya kagabi sa Christ the King para makita sana siya kahit sa huling mga sandali, pero nakasara ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;casket&lt;/span&gt; niya. Nalungkot talaga ako, dahil hindi na na namin alam kung ano na ang itsura ng Immaculada ngayong wala na si Mrs. Brown--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it will never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami-rami narin pala akong na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;invest&lt;/span&gt; para sa camera ko, although mumurahin lang naman... nakabili na ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flower lens hood&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filter&lt;/span&gt;. Isusunod ko nalang yung mga lente, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tripod&lt;/span&gt;, ilaw at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flash&lt;/span&gt;. Tapos binigyan ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camera bag&lt;/span&gt; ni Jas (officemate ko na 16 years nang nagshu-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shoot&lt;/span&gt;), sobrang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; ako-- tutal hindi naman daw niya nagagamit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday gift&lt;/span&gt; n'ya nalang raw sa'kin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Jas!&lt;/span&gt; At sa lahat ng taong bumati sa akin nung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; ko, salamat po ng marami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8805939235438989393?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8805939235438989393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thoughts-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8805939235438989393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8805939235438989393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thoughts-october.html' title='Random Thoughts: October'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-6651893907445324829</id><published>2009-09-17T04:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:26:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Down the Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Kahapon, biglang nag&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;text&lt;/span&gt; sa akin si Pops, ang aking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;, na samahan ko daw sya mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; sa Pasig. Medyo nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hesitate&lt;/span&gt; ako dahil, una, umuulan ng malakas; pangalawa, dahil kulang pa ako sa tulog; pagatlo, bakit sa Pasig ba kailangan kumain nun, at ang huli at pinaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;valid&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;, tinatamad ako. Hehehe. Anyway, nangibabaw parin ang pagiging kaladkarin ko at sinundo niya ako sa dahil wala akong payong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumaan muna kami sa Jollibee at kumain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with matching&lt;/span&gt; kwentuhan tungkol sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recent visit&lt;/span&gt; niya sa Palawan. Diretso kami ng Ice Cream Store para kumain ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice cream &lt;/span&gt;na nilibre niya. At syempre, kwentuhang walang humpay, na kung sa'n-sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;topic&lt;/span&gt; na kami napunta; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the Old Philippines page&lt;/span&gt; sa Facebook hanggang sa mga chismis sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high school classmates&lt;/span&gt;. At dahil napag-usapan namin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, niyaya ko s'yang dumaan sa aming dating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;escuelahan&lt;/span&gt; (La Immaculada Concepcion School) bago umuwi, dahil bigla naming naalala ang makasaysayang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high school life&lt;/span&gt; habang nagkwentuhan kami sa tapat ng anino ng Pasig Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalakad kami sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;covered sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;, nagpapa-unahan kaming tinuturo ang mga lugar na dating nandoon, na ngayon ay kung hindi sira-sirang bakod ay pinalitan na ng bagong establisyamento. Nagulat din ako sa sarili kong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;automatic&lt;/span&gt; nang lumalabas sa bibig ko ang pangalan ng mga lugar na higit anim na taon ko nang nilisan, samantalang si Pops ay nag-iisip pa. Dito kami unang nagkakilala ni Pops, at sampung taon naming pinanday ang pagkakaibigan namin sa paaralang 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinuro namin ang mga lugar kung san kami kumakain, kung sang gate kami lumalabas, ang mga secret pathways, ang binibilhang mga tindahan after class-- mga lugar na parang kahapon lang ay nandoon pa. Sabay naming pinagtatawanan ang mga masasaya at malulungkot na alaalang nakaukit narin sa mga konkretong pader na naghihiwalay sa amin at sa aming mga classrooms habang kami ay nasa labas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saka namin na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; na andami naming na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-6651893907445324829?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/6651893907445324829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/09/walking-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/6651893907445324829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/6651893907445324829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/09/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking Down the Memory Lane'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-9197995075115328786</id><published>2009-08-29T04:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:47:19.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Number 9</title><content type='html'>Ugh, ano kayang meron sa numerong "9" at tatlong movies ang ipapalabas this year na may pangalang merong "9?" Dahil ba year 200&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;  ngayon? Crazy, crazy, crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine (Musical)&lt;/span&gt; - sorry, bawal daw i-embed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_5_lzags3I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_5_lzags3I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 (Animation)&lt;/span&gt; - bawal din daw i-embed. Anyway, 9/9/09 daw ipapalabas 'to. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnoJecu9e7c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnoJecu9e7c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;District 9&lt;/span&gt; - at least ito pwedeng i-embed ang official movie trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHihFA8q8xI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHihFA8q8xI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, excited? More ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED: September 4, 2009/6:44 AM&lt;br /&gt;'Yun lang. Tinanggal din ang trailer ng District 9. Come on and rain on my parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-9197995075115328786?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/9197995075115328786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/08/number-9.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/9197995075115328786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/9197995075115328786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/08/number-9.html' title='The Number 9'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-2032314559396088271</id><published>2009-08-19T03:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:39:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colzenerring Agen</title><content type='html'>Hay salamat, sa wakas at may trabaho na ako. Kararating ko lang from work, at sobrang natakot ako sa pagdaan sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;underpass&lt;/span&gt; ng Gil Puyat-Ayala kaninang alas-dos ng madaling-araw. Wala man lang sumabay sa akin kahit pusa. Kung anu-ano tuloy nai-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; kong makasalubong sa paglalakad, kumaripas tuloy ako ng takbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sa isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call center&lt;/span&gt; ako nagte-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;train&lt;/span&gt; ngayon (pero ayon sa kanila, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contact center&lt;/span&gt; daw sila, hindi lang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call center&lt;/span&gt;.) Opo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call center&lt;/span&gt; uli. Matapos kong kamuhian ang trabahong ito &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a couple of months ago &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see older blog posts&lt;/span&gt; LOL). Wala naman akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt;, palagay ko pa nga ay mapalad ako kasi nakakita ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call center &lt;/span&gt;na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least 4 hours&lt;/span&gt; ka lang makikipag-gaguhan sa mga kano. Isa pa, hindi nga raw "average Joe" na mga kano ang makakausap namin kundi mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bigwigs&lt;/span&gt; ng iba't-ibang kumpanya sa US, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so at least&lt;/span&gt; hindi na madalas eng-eng ang makakausap ko. Hindi ko muna sasabihin ang detalye sa ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; ako sa mga di-ni-scuss sa amin nung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orientation&lt;/span&gt;: may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smoking area&lt;/span&gt; sa bawat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;floor&lt;/span&gt; (lumundag sa galak ang baga ko sa tuwa), may libreng&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gym&lt;/span&gt;, may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shower room&lt;/span&gt;, malaki ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offer&lt;/span&gt; sa'kin kahit na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per hour&lt;/span&gt; ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rate&lt;/span&gt;, pwedeng mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shorts&lt;/span&gt; pagpasok sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; at higit sa lahat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 hours&lt;/span&gt; lang ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minimum&lt;/span&gt; na oras na pwede mong gugulin sa pagtatrabaho, so kaya ko pa talagang pagsabayin ang pag-aaral at pagtatrabaho. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the darker side &lt;/span&gt;(para maiba naman), malayo ang Makati &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from my home/school&lt;/span&gt;, wala kaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;health benefits&lt;/span&gt; (ang mga kawawang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part-timers&lt;/span&gt;), may bayad na piso ang kape (haha, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demanding&lt;/span&gt; ba ako masyado?), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;monitors&lt;/span&gt; ang katapat namin, ampanget ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shift&lt;/span&gt; ko ngayon (10PM-2AM) at pang-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;horror&lt;/span&gt; ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;underpass&lt;/span&gt; na kelangan ko daanan sa gabi-gabing ginawa ng Diyos. Siguro halatang-halata na kung anong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contact center&lt;/span&gt; 'tong tinutukoy ko, kung galing ka man rito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sobrang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; ako kay Lord na may trabaho na ako. Ang sweldo ko sa apat na oras sa trabahong 'to ay malamang katumbas ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 hours&lt;/span&gt; na sweldo kung nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fast food &lt;/span&gt;ako. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For now, I'll devour this ounce of semi-sweet chocolate bar I bought from Baker's Depot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-2032314559396088271?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/2032314559396088271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/08/colzenerring-agen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2032314559396088271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/2032314559396088271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/08/colzenerring-agen.html' title='Colzenerring Agen'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-6290078155031018611</id><published>2009-08-12T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:14:08.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>Ok, so ngayon ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; ili-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;list down&lt;/span&gt; ang mga bagay na gusto ko gawin para maging mas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt; ang buhay ko. Isa-isa ko silang iko-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cross out&lt;/span&gt; kapag nagawa ko na, at syempre ikukwento ko narin kung ano nangyari. May mga bagay na mukhang malayong magawa, pero hopefully magawa ko parin in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;. Meron akong aalisin, merong idadagdag, depende sa takbo ng utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Magpalipad ng saranggola sa malaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Magpicnic sa isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scenic hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-enrol sa following classes:&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Capoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sculpting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pottery-making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Culinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Makagawa ng malaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;box/trunk&lt;/span&gt; na may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Makagawa ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;print&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T-shirt&lt;/span&gt; na MATINO&lt;br /&gt;11. Mapag-aralan at ma-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; gumawa ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jam/marmalade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Magkaroon ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;food business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Magkaroon ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; part-time job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; habang nag-aaral&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;14. Maka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;graduate&lt;/span&gt; ng matiwasay&lt;br /&gt;15. Mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masters&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World/Art History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Makatuklas ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;original art technique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Makagawa ng isang kumpletong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comic book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Makagawa ng isang kumpletong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ma-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make over &lt;/span&gt;ang kwarto ko&lt;br /&gt;20. Makapag-aral ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marine Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Matutong lumangoy&lt;br /&gt;22. Mangibang-bansa&lt;br /&gt;23. Makapag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scuba dive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Makagawa ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conceptual&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Makabili ng laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at marami pang iba. Hehehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the&lt;/span&gt; kabaliwan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;Aug 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Magkaroon ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; part-time job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; habang nag-aaral&lt;/span&gt; - CHECK!!!! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-6290078155031018611?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/6290078155031018611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/6290078155031018611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/6290078155031018611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-bucket-list.html' title='My Bucket List'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8948956092512239284</id><published>2009-08-07T06:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:56:59.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tita Cory: More Than a Political Icon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were required to make an essay for the former president Cory Aquino who just recently passed away, as tribute to her heroism.&lt;/span&gt; Kahapon namin pinasa, at sa gulat ko, nagustuhan ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professor&lt;/span&gt; namin kahit na mali ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;format&lt;/span&gt; na nagawa ko: dapat nakasulat sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yellow paper &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;written in Filipino&lt;/span&gt;, samantalang ang ginawa ko ay pina-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;print&lt;/span&gt; ko sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bond paper&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; ang lenggwahe. Bigla nalang ako tinawag at pinabasa ang gawa ko sa harap ng klase na halos ikamatay ko sa hiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, hindi ko talaga kilala si Tita Cory hanggang sa marinig ko ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; na ginawa ng mga tao at nabasa ko ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;articles&lt;/span&gt; tungkol sa kanya. Saka ko nalang na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; na isang malaking kawalan si Tita Cory, hindi lang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as an icon of democracy but also as a mother. Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here's a copy of the essay I made for Tita Cory, may she rest in peace with Ninoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More than a Political Icon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I woke up on a cold and rainy Saturday morning; I thought it was just a couple of minutes past five, and the dawn is still breaking. While the obscurity was still lording over this part of the Earth outside my window, the monitor gleam like the sun the moment I turned the computer on, hurting my still dreamy eyes— and hurting it more when I learned about a bad news, which is sadly forethought save for a miracle. Still unknown to most as they were still snug in their blankets, I figured that while it was the first day in the month of August, it was the last in the life of a person venerated by many Filipinos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The whole nation mourns for the loss of Corazon Aquino, a strong woman who succumbed to a relentless disease which also plagued her mother. After more than a year of battle with the vile colon cancer, she now rests in peace, and hopefully is somewhere out there with Ninoy who I am sure she missed so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Cory Aquino was nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize but lost to Elie Wiesel, a Romanian Holocaust survivor; nevertheless, she was hailed “Woman of the Year” by Time Magazine in 1986 when she, admittedly a non-political person, led the Filipino nation to a bloodless revolution and overthrew the autocratic Marcos regime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    To me, with all honesty, Cory was just another figure in my history book. I blame that to the fact that I was still being conceived when she showcased her diplomatic feat. As I was taught on how marvelous the deeds of this wonder woman were, I eventually learned that she is the icon of Philippine democracy. Unfortunately, it stopped there. I felt no emotional attachment to a hero I grew up with. I am saddened, yes; but I was not grieving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Then there came the time I realized that Cory is more than a political icon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I’ve had the chance to watch her requiem mass on TV, where her remains laid inside the Manila Cathedral. To be laid inside this majestic shrine of our culture and religion is especially reserved to the deceased archbishops. The fact that such a privilege was given to a lay woman like Cory shows how amazingly loved this woman is. I learned how devout to the Almighty she was. When I heard the eulogies declared for her, I realized that as a counsel, she was prudent; and as a leader, she was meek. I was moved on how her children, her friends and relatives lament over her loss as they hardly stop crying. What made her a treasure to me is not only because she became a tool to reshape the country’s fate, but also because she was a great mother to her children, and an epitome of kindness among the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    She was more than just another President in the pages of our history book. She was more than just another political figure. To many, if not most of us, she was a trusted friend, a reliable ally, a beloved leader, and a caring mother, not just to his children, but to the rest of the Filipino people as well. The yellow ribbons scattered all around the Metro is a manifestation of how lucky we were to have her even for just a while, and that the Philippines will never have another Tita Cory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Tita Cory, who is watching us from up above, I’ll raise my &lt;/span&gt;Laban&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sign up in the air, and say “&lt;/span&gt;Ipagpapatuloy ko&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.” And we, the youth of the nation, will continue to fight and defend the democracy you have bestowed upon the Filipino people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;requiescat in pace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maria Corazon "Cory" Sumulong Cojuangco Aquino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(January 25, 1933 – August 1, 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8948956092512239284?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8948956092512239284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/08/tita-cory-more-than-political-icon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8948956092512239284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8948956092512239284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/08/tita-cory-more-than-political-icon.html' title='Tita Cory: More Than a Political Icon'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-3431922409358221651</id><published>2009-07-29T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:20:02.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Lived in Old Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trip&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt; ko ngayong tignan ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; at panuoirin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;videos&lt;/span&gt; ng Old Philippines sa Facebook at YouTube. Na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; kong napaka-ganda ng Pilipinas dati, bago ang gyera; nung mga panahong sakop pa tayo ng mga Amerikano. Isa 'to sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;videos&lt;/span&gt; na nakita ko na nagpapakita ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tour&lt;/span&gt; sa Manila-- ngayon, nagtataka ako kung nasaan na ang mga magagandang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buildings&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;artworks&lt;/span&gt; na dating nakakalat sa buong Manila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvpbsyNcI3I&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvpbsyNcI3I&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasayangan ako sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;structures&lt;/span&gt; na ito na hindi man lang na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preserve&lt;/span&gt; ng maayos. Sana man lang nagkaroon ng batas dito sa Pilipinas na pinagbabawal ang pag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demolish&lt;/span&gt; sa mga lumang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infrastructures&lt;/span&gt; para mapanatili natin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;culture&lt;/span&gt; natin. Hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-3431922409358221651?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/3431922409358221651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-lived-in-old-manila.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3431922409358221651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3431922409358221651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-lived-in-old-manila.html' title='I Wish I Lived in Old Manila'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8609201533011747471</id><published>2009-07-22T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:34:31.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Can I Smell Victory?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Smcr1_3vDkI/AAAAAAAAANE/KyUkjGzHk5A/s1600-h/DSC_5395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Smcr1_3vDkI/AAAAAAAAANE/KyUkjGzHk5A/s320/DSC_5395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361302088086130242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just bought this really interesting item&lt;/span&gt; sa isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surplus shop&lt;/span&gt; kanina: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's an Eastern-inspired oil burner that I scored for 99 pesos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt;, maraming magagandang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oil burners&lt;/span&gt; na nakahilera sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shelf&lt;/span&gt; pero ito ang pinakagusto ko-- simple, pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chic&lt;/span&gt;. Meron din silang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scented oil &lt;/span&gt;na binebenta sa napakamurang halaga-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 phials for 99 pesos, assorted scents&lt;/span&gt; na;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I bought the pack which includes citrus, 4 fruits and mint. Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, hindi kabanguhan ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scented oil&lt;/span&gt;, ano pa nga ba ie-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; ko sa presyo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Overall, not bad for 99 pesos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon, wala parin akong nakikitang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part-time &lt;/span&gt;na trabaho. Sisiguraduhin kong bukas na bukas, tatanungin ko ang isa kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;classmate&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manager-in-training &lt;/span&gt;sa Figaro kung pwede akong mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apply&lt;/span&gt; dun. Ewan ko ba, gustong-gusto ko magtrabaho sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coffee shop&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi ako magsasawang langhapin ang amoy ng&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; roasted coffee beans.&lt;/span&gt; Sana lang talaga magkaroon na ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;. Nag-aalala narin sila mama at papa. Ayoko namang umasa sa kanila kapag nawalan na talaga ako ng pera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8609201533011747471?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8609201533011747471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-can-i-smell-victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8609201533011747471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8609201533011747471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-can-i-smell-victory.html' title='When Can I Smell Victory?'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Smcr1_3vDkI/AAAAAAAAANE/KyUkjGzHk5A/s72-c/DSC_5395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-545626069450617428</id><published>2009-07-16T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:59:50.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: July</title><content type='html'>Nako. Nadukutan pala ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone 2 weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;. Nakaka-badtrip; pano ba naman, eh kapapalit ko lang ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;housing&lt;/span&gt; nun, tapos lagi ko nang nilalagay sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;casing&lt;/span&gt; para hindi na magasgasan tapos biglan ninenok. Gago eh 'no. Ang masama pa nun, sa Pureza pa ako nabiktima, daan papuntang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, mga 7:30 AM, naaalala ko tirik na tirik pa ang haring Pebo. Parang sa ilang taong dumadaan ako rito, ngayon lang nangyari sa'kin 'to. Pero sa totoo lang, hindi ako nagdamdam masyado sa pagkakawala; medyo luma narin kasi ang modelo, nagbabadya yatang kailangan ko na ng bagong cellphone. Buti nalang meron pa akong ipon, dahil sa araw na nawalan ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt;, diretso ako ng Greenhills pagkatapos ng klase para bumili ng kapalit. Hindi po 'yun kayamanan, utang na loob. Napaka-kritikal lang talaga ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt; sa buhay ng estudyante ngayon, lalo na't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irregular student&lt;/span&gt; ako. Isa pa, low end lang naman ang binili ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sl8ZyQtczUI/AAAAAAAAALc/sEe1joU0CQw/s1600-h/DSC_5175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sl8ZyQtczUI/AAAAAAAAALc/sEe1joU0CQw/s320/DSC_5175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359030432863931714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;. Nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; pala akong mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apply&lt;/span&gt; sa Starbucks as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt;, unfortunately hindi ako pumasa. Ewan ko kung bakit, baka hindi ako pang-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt; talaga. Sayang, gusto ko pa naman maging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt;. Pero OK lang, baka may mas magandang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; para sa akin. Sana nga. Nauubos na ang pera ko; kailangan ko nang pagkakakitaan. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onga pala, yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shot&lt;/span&gt; na 'yan sa taas, galing sa SLR ko. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it's my best achievement this year (well, I guess, so far)&lt;/span&gt;-- ang makabili ng SLR! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesss&lt;/span&gt;!!! Katas ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backpay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-545626069450617428?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/545626069450617428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/545626069450617428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/545626069450617428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts-july.html' title='Random Thoughts: July'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sl8ZyQtczUI/AAAAAAAAALc/sEe1joU0CQw/s72-c/DSC_5175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8743953121626841350</id><published>2009-07-01T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:49:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Saying Goodbye Over and Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm officially a bum again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kare-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resign&lt;/span&gt; ko lang sa Capital IQ kahapon. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang dapat ko maramdaman -- naiinis ako na parang natutuwa. Naiinis, dahil sayang ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; na nakapasok ako sa prestihiyosong kumpanya na ito -- sobrang hirap makapasok dito, at isa ako sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucky ones&lt;/span&gt; na iyon. Natutuwa, dahil makakabalik na ako sa pag-aaral. Sana matapos ko na ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; ko ng walang problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binabasa ko kanina ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;previous blog entries &lt;/span&gt;ko. Binalikan ko ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posts&lt;/span&gt; na nagpapa-alala sa akin kung gaano ako ka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; na malaman ang resulta ng pag-a-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apply&lt;/span&gt; ko sa kumpanyang 'to. Nakakalungkot isipin na hindi man lang ako nagtagal sa kumpanya na iyon. Ayoko nang bumalik sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call center.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; ko, higit sa lahat, ang mga taong nakasama ko sa dalawang buwan na pamamalagi ko rito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, kayo na po bahala sa akin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8743953121626841350?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8743953121626841350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-saying-goodbye-over-and-over-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8743953121626841350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8743953121626841350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-saying-goodbye-over-and-over-again.html' title='On Saying Goodbye Over and Over Again'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-5463670726899702646</id><published>2009-06-23T06:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:50:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea</title><content type='html'>Badtrip talaga. Kung kelan pakiramdam mong OK na ang lahat, saka pa darating ang mas malaking problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos ko na pala sa wakas ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;registration&lt;/span&gt; at pagbabayad ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;. Opisyal na estudyante na ako uli. Ang problema ko nalang ay ang pagmu-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt; ng isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt; ko sa Sabado. Pero hindi lang pala iyon ang problema, may mas malaki pa pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi, merong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt; ang buong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;batch&lt;/span&gt; namin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the OM&lt;/span&gt;. Napag-usapan ang kung anu-anong bagay na nangyayari sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt;. At isa na doon ang bagong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, starting Monday, you guys will start coming to work at 8 AM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Wow. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Kala ko pa naman, isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt; lang ang ipapa-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt; ko sa Sabado. Pati pa pala yung klaseng 7:30-9:00 AM, ipapalipat ko narin sa Sabado. Ang tanong: papayag kaya ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professors&lt;/span&gt;? At pano sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;, puro nalang ba Sabado ang kukunin kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt;? Hindi naman siguro pwede iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, bahala na kayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-5463670726899702646?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/5463670726899702646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/devil-and-deep-blue-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5463670726899702646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5463670726899702646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/devil-and-deep-blue-sea.html' title='The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-4738735771713593847</id><published>2009-06-18T05:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:09:08.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agnostic</title><content type='html'>Maaga akong nagising ngayon dahil kelangan ko uli pumunta uli sa &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt; uli para mailipat sa Saturday yung isang &lt;em&gt;subject&lt;/em&gt; ko dahil male-&lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt; talaga ako sa trabaho. Peste, nanggaling na ako dun kahapon pero walang nangyari; alas-ocho palang, nakapila na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makalipas ang dalawang oras, &lt;em&gt;guess what?&lt;/em&gt; Nakapila parin ako. Shiyet. Para kaming timang dun, na naghihintay sa wala. Nalaman na lang namin na sira daw yung makina na ginagamit pang-&lt;em&gt;validate&lt;/em&gt;. WTF??? Pagkatapos ko pumila ng pagkatagal-tagal, ayun, umalis din ako dahil may pasok pa ako sa trabaho ng alas-onse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinubukan kong mag-tren. Sumakay ako sa Pureza ng LRT II, bumaba ng Cubao; takte, mahaba pala ang pila sa bilihan ng &lt;em&gt;magnetic card&lt;/em&gt;. Bumaba sa Ortigas &lt;em&gt;station&lt;/em&gt; at saka ko na-&lt;em&gt;realize&lt;/em&gt; na ang haba pala ng lalakarin ko. &lt;em&gt;Knowing&lt;/em&gt; na male-&lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt; na talaga ako, dumaan muna ako sa Megamall para bumili ng pagkain, gutom na gutom ako dahil sa letseng school na yan. Buena mano yata ako sa Go Nuts Donuts. &lt;em&gt;Badtrip&lt;/em&gt;. Wala na ngang nangyari sa lakad ko, &lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt; pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, meron na naman akong mga bagay na pinag-iisipan na, ika nga nila, nakakaloko daw. Heto na naman ako, naghihintay na maluto ang ipambabaon ko for &lt;em&gt;lunch&lt;/em&gt;, nag-iisip kung ano ba ang silbi ng lahat ng nangyayari sa atin ngayon. Bakit kailangan ko magtrabaho? Bakit kailangan ko suportahan ang pamilya ko? Bakit kailangan ko grumadweyt? Bakit kailangan ko maging mabuting anak? Bakit kailangan kong magkapera? Bakit kelangan ko kumain? Bakit kelangan ko mabuhay? At doon, sa huli, madalas tumitigil ang tanong. Hindi uubra sa akin ang sagot na: "dahil ikaw ang sasagip kay..." o kaya "dahil meron kang gaganaping papel sa buhay ni.." dahil itatanong ko rin kung bakit kailangan ko sagipin ang buhay n'ya o bakit kailangan kong pumapel sa buhay nitong taong 'to, kung alam ko namang sa huli eh lahat tayo mamatay; mawawalan ng saysay ang lahat ng binaon nating dunong sa utak o kaya kinain nating pagkarami-rami, dahil hindi na gagana ang lahat ng bahagi ng katawan natin kapag dedo na tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung anong mga kasagutan dito. Baka nga mali lang ang tanong ko. Pero hindi eh; &lt;em&gt;if God imparted me the concept of this question, there must be an answer&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;, hindi yata kayang gamayin nang tao ang &lt;em&gt;wisdom&lt;/em&gt; na kagaya nito, kung meron mang sagot. Pero siguro, ginawa tayong tao para maiwasan ang &lt;em&gt;complexities&lt;/em&gt; ng buhay. Tao ako, dapat ako mag-isip tao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maging masaya. Siguro. &lt;em&gt;For the mean time&lt;/em&gt;, yun nalang muna ang gagawin ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-4738735771713593847?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/4738735771713593847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/agnostic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4738735771713593847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4738735771713593847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/agnostic.html' title='Agnostic'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8876196193149481346</id><published>2009-06-12T07:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:50:46.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnant quod non intelligunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SjGf2dqCscI/AAAAAAAAALE/uaPx-tF56vI/s1600-h/coraline_ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SjGf2dqCscI/AAAAAAAAALE/uaPx-tF56vI/s320/coraline_ex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346229990688207298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kagabi, pumunta kami ni Maan sa Metrowalk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to buy &lt;/span&gt;DVDs. Pinanuod ko kaagad pagkauwi sa bahay ang mga binili ko, Coraline at Horsemen, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;respectively&lt;/span&gt;, at na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; kong merong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;similarity&lt;/span&gt; ang dalawa: tungkol sa mga batang hindi pinapansin ng mga magulang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and how they find ways to cope with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coraline is originally a book by &lt;/span&gt;Neil Gaiman na ginawang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;animated film&lt;/span&gt;. The Horsemen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is based on the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse&lt;/span&gt; (kaya nga binili ko, mahilig ako sa mga gantong klaseng tema). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to spoil it so I suggest&lt;/span&gt; na panuorin n'yo na&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SjGf9dm4mdI/AAAAAAAAALM/_pmnekc02cQ/s1600-h/the_horsemen03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SjGf9dm4mdI/AAAAAAAAALM/_pmnekc02cQ/s320/the_horsemen03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346230110934047186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lang, lalo na yung Coraline. Isa pa tinatamad akong mag-type, kagigising ko lang. Alas-kwatro na ng madaling araw ako nakatulog, tapos alas-ocho ng umaga ako nagising. OK lang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; naman eh. Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang masasabi ko lang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We should not expect that everyone could understand us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Happy Independence Day pala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8876196193149481346?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8876196193149481346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/kagabi-pumunta-kami-ni-maan-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8876196193149481346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8876196193149481346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/kagabi-pumunta-kami-ni-maan-sa.html' title='Damnant quod non intelligunt'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SjGf2dqCscI/AAAAAAAAALE/uaPx-tF56vI/s72-c/coraline_ex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-6054930292391951311</id><published>2009-06-08T02:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:23:34.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madamot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gourmet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SiwS3IjbdbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k8Eyf5ZVa6s/s1600-h/DSC05378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SiwS3IjbdbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k8Eyf5ZVa6s/s320/DSC05378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344667596180125106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardinas lang yan. Ligo. Talagang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; ko na ang sardinas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for better or for worse&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. Hay. Lumalabas na naman pagiging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frustrated food stylist ko&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana makabili na ako ng SLR ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt;. Malapit ko narin makuha ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backpay&lt;/span&gt; ko, sana malaki makuha ko para naman madali nalang ako makapag-ipon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, pakiramdam ko napaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; ko. Lagi nalang sarili ko iniitindi ko. Sarili kong kaligayahan. Samantalang yung mga kapatid ko sa bahay, hindi na magkaugaga kung san kukuha ng perang ipambabayad sa uniporme para sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry Lord.&lt;/span&gt; Babawi ako. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Para sa akin mas masarap ang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lemon &lt;/span&gt;sa sardinas kesa kalamansi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-6054930292391951311?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/6054930292391951311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/madamot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/6054930292391951311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/6054930292391951311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/madamot.html' title='Madamot'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SiwS3IjbdbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k8Eyf5ZVa6s/s72-c/DSC05378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8916201204513518320</id><published>2009-06-01T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:45:22.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: June</title><content type='html'>Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First day&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;, malapit na talaga magpasukan uli. Umuulan-ulan ng umuwi ako, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and as usual,&lt;/span&gt; sobrang gusto kong naglalakad sa ambon. Iba ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;, nakaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt;. Napaka-lungkot ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;, pero I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; it. Ewan ko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; ba? Lahat naman yata tayo may mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peculiarities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang nahapo kaming lahat sa ginawa namin sa opis,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; knowing&lt;/span&gt; na&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; first day&lt;/span&gt; palang ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;. Na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; kami masyado sa mga exams na kung hindi ko binagsak eh sobrang baba ng grado ko. Nakakahiya, lumabas na naman tuloy ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faux-inferiority complex&lt;/span&gt; ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, dahil sobrang sawa na ako sa lahat ng pwedeng inuming kape (mapa-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with cream&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cappuccino&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mocha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;latte&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brewed&lt;/span&gt;) at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yellow peckoe, peppermint, cranberry/raspberry/strawberry, green&lt;/span&gt;) sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pantry&lt;/span&gt;, naisipan kong mag-imbento ng inumin para naman maiba. Naglagay ako ng isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teabag&lt;/span&gt; ng Peppermint sa isang tasa ng mainit na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mocha&lt;/span&gt;. Parang Starbucks ang labas! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mocha&lt;/span&gt; na may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mint&lt;/span&gt;, sarap! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try&lt;/span&gt; n'yo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SiP2cQLmt1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YTW8JJIBDPo/s1600-h/DSC05371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SiP2cQLmt1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YTW8JJIBDPo/s320/DSC05371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342384548231952210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelangan ko pa gumising ng maaga bukas para magbayad ng matrikula. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8916201204513518320?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8916201204513518320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8916201204513518320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8916201204513518320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts-june.html' title='Random Thoughts: June'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SiP2cQLmt1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YTW8JJIBDPo/s72-c/DSC05371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8382078016596192152</id><published>2009-05-31T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:28:30.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define "Kadiri"</title><content type='html'>Eeeyyyewwwwww.... *kolehiyala-style*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang mapait na karanasan, pero pwede pang pumait kung nagkataon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maulang Sabado iyon, inaasikaso ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enrolment&lt;/span&gt; ko sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; para sa nalalapit na pasukan. Galing na ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;department&lt;/span&gt; namin, at sabi ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chairperson&lt;/span&gt; namin tignan ko raw sa ibang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;department&lt;/span&gt; kung meron silang ino-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offer&lt;/span&gt; na gan'tong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subjects&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; inalis na nga nila ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt; na iyon sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt; na bago.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In short, I will have to cross-enrol&lt;/span&gt; sa ibang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh 'di lakad ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;department&lt;/span&gt; na nag o-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offer&lt;/span&gt; nun. Hindi ako nag e-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; na may tao sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt; nila &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; Sabado nga naman. Nakakatakot nga ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, kulang nalang eh multo para masabi mong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haunted&lt;/span&gt; talaga yung lugar. So tambay ako sa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bulletin board &lt;/span&gt;sa harap ng opis ng Mystery Department na 'to, tinignan ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; na naka-paskil kung meron ba akong pwedeng i-singit sa aking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, merong lumapit na matandang lalake, mukhang meron syang susi sa naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padlock&lt;/span&gt; na pinto ng opisina. Tumingin s'ya sa'kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bag mo ba 'yan?" tinuro n'ya ang bag ko na nakalapag sa sahig, at binuksan ang pinto ng opisina ng Mystery Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir." sagot ko habang pinapa-pawisan, nagpa-paypay ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cardboard&lt;/span&gt; na may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advertisement&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit? Meron ka bang kelangan dito?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tinitignan ko lang ho kung merong gantong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subjects&lt;/span&gt; na ino-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offer&lt;/span&gt; dito.." sabay pinakita ko sa kanya ang papel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O sige, tara sa loob."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pasok kami sa opisina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kluck--- click!," tunog ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doorknob&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;latch&lt;/span&gt; na ni-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lock&lt;/span&gt; na pinto ni sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napa-lunok ako, in-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;associate&lt;/span&gt; ko tuloy 'yun sa pagkulot-kulot ng boses n'ya habang kausap n'ya ako kanina. Pero syempre, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think positive&lt;/span&gt; muna ako. Malay mo malambing lang talaga magsalita yung tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tignan mo dun sa mga papel dun, kung meron pang bakanteng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sections&lt;/span&gt; na pwede kang mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enrol&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merong isang kwarto roon na may mga papel na nakalatag sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;table&lt;/span&gt;. Tinignan ko. Mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subjects&lt;/span&gt;. Nakita ko ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt; na hinahanap ko. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, nag-iisa na lang ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; at hindi swak sa schedule ko sa work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paalis na sana ako, nang lumapit si sir na may dalang papel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eto yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumayo talaga ako sa kanya dahil sumasanggi na ang braso nya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; po, pwedeng akin na lang ho 'to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sige." ibang klase na talaga ang tingin at ngiti ni manong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magpapaalam na sana ako, actually nasa pinto na ako at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt;ng-ready na i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unlock&lt;/span&gt; ang pinto, pero andami nyang tinatanong sa'king kung anu-anong mga bagay. "Bakit ka nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;? S'an ka nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;? Anong work mo?" Blah blah blah. Hindi ako bastos sa matanda kaya sinasagot ko naman ng maayos ang sangkatutak na tanong nya, parang labas sa 'kin eh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delaying tactics&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bulok na ho yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May biglang kumatok sa pinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iba ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; ng manyakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iho paki-buksan nga." parang gusto ko sabihin, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be more than happy to!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merong mga estudyanteng babaeng pumasok, may tinatanong tungkol sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uniform&lt;/span&gt;. Mukhang freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah wala, hindi dumating yung nagsusukat." nagsusungit na sabi ng matanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpaalam narin ako sa wakas. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir&lt;/span&gt; mauna na ako. Salamat po."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang gusto kong habulin si ate at i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;treat&lt;/span&gt; sya sa Chowking sa sobrang saya ko sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Divine Intervention&lt;/span&gt; na iyon. Sobrang pinagpawisan ako. Palabas na 'ko ng impyernong iyon, biglang sabi nya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pahinga ka muna dito o..." sabay turo sa upuan na nakatapat sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;electric fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salamat nalang ho, nagmamadali narin ho kasi ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay ko po, halos tumakbo na 'ko sa pag-alis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8382078016596192152?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8382078016596192152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/05/define-kadiri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8382078016596192152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8382078016596192152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/05/define-kadiri.html' title='Define &quot;Kadiri&quot;'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8173079557574999712</id><published>2009-05-27T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:37:12.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putres de Mayo</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nae-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excite&lt;/span&gt; na ako mag &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back-to-school.&lt;/span&gt; Bakit kaya? Eh halos wala na nga akong kakilala sa darating na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact, &lt;/span&gt;prof na doon ang isa kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;classmate&lt;/span&gt; dati. So malaki ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; na maging prof ko sya sa isa sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subjects&lt;/span&gt; ko hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, natapos na pala ang paghihirap ko sa pagiging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;returnee&lt;/span&gt;. Masaklap pa sa buhay ni Sisa ang dinanas ko sa pag-aasikaso ng bwakanangenang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;re-admission&lt;/span&gt;. Umaga palang, nasa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; na ako (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school's name is not mentioned to protect its employees&lt;/span&gt;, LOL), sabay hapon pa dumating yung mag i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;. Sabay nung ako na yung kinakausap ng nagi-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt; eh sobrang dami pa nyang pinagawa sa'kin, umabot tuloy ng alas-otso ng GABI. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well at least &lt;/span&gt;natapos ko. Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sabay balitaan ba ako ng mga ka-opisina ko na may FINAL WARNING na daw ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;. Aba, ayos ha, dahil um-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absent&lt;/span&gt; ako at may sakit kinabukasan! Huwow. Sobrang nainis ako at gusto ko nang maghanap ng ibang trabahong malilipatan. Iniisip kong mangapit-kumpanya (Thomson Reuters, LOL). Pano ba naman kasi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; palang, meron kagad ganun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos kong mag-senti ng nag-uumapaw, sabi sakin ni Maan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;JOKE LANG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha. 'Di ko alam kung maiinis ba ako o matutuwa. Pero syempre natuwa ako. Ayus!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8173079557574999712?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8173079557574999712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/05/putres-de-mayo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8173079557574999712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8173079557574999712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/05/putres-de-mayo.html' title='Putres de Mayo'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-1781496857776363489</id><published>2009-05-05T10:50:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:09:45.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heaven that is the Cordilleras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egad&lt;/span&gt;. Kagagaling ko lang ng Sagada at Banaue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I should say,&lt;/span&gt; napakaganda ng lugar na 'yun. Sooooooooooper, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as in undescribable.&lt;/span&gt; Kaming dalawa lang ni Jeric ang natuloy sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backpacking trip&lt;/span&gt; na 'to, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but we really had a great time&lt;/span&gt; sa bulubundukin ng Cordillera. Yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;, di sumama dahil may "bagyo" daw, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah right.&lt;/span&gt; Tignan n'yo nalang ang sinag ng araw sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; dito kung umulan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;. Dumating kami sa Victory Liner sa Cubao ng 1 AM, at sobrang nagulat ako sa dami nang taong aakyat ng Baguio (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;, dapat prinesume na namin 'to dahil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long weekend&lt;/span&gt; nga naman). Sabi sa'min, 5:00 AM pa raw yung pwede namin masakyan; so lipat kami sa kabilang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;station&lt;/span&gt;, may nakita kaming bus na walang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ticket booth&lt;/span&gt;, tipong sa bus ka na magbabayad (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forgot the name of the bus line&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We waited&lt;/span&gt; sa pila&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for a couple of hours, then&lt;/span&gt; 3:30 AM ay nakasakay na kami &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at last.&lt;/span&gt; Nakatulog sa bus, at pagkagising ay nasa Baguio na kami (wow, di namin napansin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop-overs&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha). Pagdating ng Baguio, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taxi&lt;/span&gt; kami &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; Dangwa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;station and boarded a non-airconditioned bus&lt;/span&gt; (kung meron mang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aircon bus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I recommend&lt;/span&gt; na sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; nalang dahil mag-eenjoy ka ng sobra sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;open-air&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt; at super lamig ng hangin). Konting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop-overs&lt;/span&gt; sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major towns&lt;/span&gt;, kain, yosi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course to keep us warm&lt;/span&gt; and tuloy tuloy na to Sagada. Doon ko na-realize na sisiw pala ang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; long and winding road&lt;/span&gt; ng Baguio &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; sa daan papuntang Sagada; halos wala nang mga harang ang bangin, hehehehe. Pagkadating namin ng Sagada, napa-wow talaga ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surroundings&lt;/span&gt;... lahat ng tignan mong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; ay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scenic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-uVDPBOqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jwZbBl0jjmo/s1600-h/DSC05216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-uVDPBOqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jwZbBl0jjmo/s320/DSC05216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332172160498743970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eto ang view sa likod ng tinuluyan na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ming bahay, around 6AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dumating kami ng Sagada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 4:30 PM, nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; sa Kanip-aw Pine Lodge (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; kuya Wencel and Dorothy aka Domyang!) binisita namin ang Lemon Pie House na sobrang lapit lang (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no sarcasm there&lt;/span&gt;, as in tatawid ka lang ng kalsada at onting lakad lang) para makatikim ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lemon pie&lt;/span&gt; at super sarap na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lemon tea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-velz26dI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZHKFosTkhkE/s1600-h/DSC05206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-velz26dI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZHKFosTkhkE/s320/DSC05206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332173423910513106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;relax muna bago magpahinga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabukasan, maaga kaming nagising para kumain ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt; sa Lemon Pie House (sarap ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sausage&lt;/span&gt; ha) at sumugod sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt; ng SAGGAS (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tour guides&lt;/span&gt;) para mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inquire about the tours&lt;/span&gt;. Na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt; namin si Manong Jacob ('di ko alam ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;native name&lt;/span&gt; n'ya) at nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hire&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeep&lt;/span&gt; para dalhin kami sa mga dapat namin puntahan. Dalawa lang ang pinuntahan naming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major spots&lt;/span&gt; sa Sagada pero sobrang nakakapagod at saya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First destination: trekking to&lt;/span&gt; Bomod-Ok Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-zQuC06jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/o5-UjjB31B8/s1600-h/DSC05128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-zQuC06jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/o5-UjjB31B8/s320/DSC05128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332177583649122866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welcome to Sagada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-yFcENL2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pbno7CyWLi8/s1600-h/DSC05144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-yFcENL2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pbno7CyWLi8/s320/DSC05144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332176290332880738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lovely landscape. meron silang mini rice terraces dito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-yFur4cdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/reXaS_p9QRk/s1600-h/DSC05149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-yFur4cdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/reXaS_p9QRk/s320/DSC05149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332176295331131858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;konti nalang Jeric... kita na ang falls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-yFZUm-tI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-8zHN2Hls-I/s1600-h/DSC05152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-yFZUm-tI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-8zHN2Hls-I/s320/DSC05152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332176289596373714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we're here at last. iced water ata meron dyan sa falls na yan, sobrang lamig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang haba ng nilakad namin. Puro pababa, pero nakakapagod paren knowing na sobrang layo ng nilakbay namin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll literally have to climb up and down the mountain.&lt;/span&gt; Inabutan kami ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;, kumain muna sa Salt and Pepper's ng sobrang laking manok (ayus pala &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serving&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; dito, pang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mountaineers&lt;/span&gt; talaga). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then off to&lt;/span&gt; Sumaguing "Porn" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;caves to do spelunking&lt;/span&gt;. Isa pa 'tong sobrang sayang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt;! Maliban nalang sa paghawak mo sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guano&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bat shit&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every now and then&lt;/span&gt; dahil kelangan mo talaga minsan gumapang sa bato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1VNdkCeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/J86mlHmSPcQ/s1600-h/DSC05179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1VNdkCeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/J86mlHmSPcQ/s320/DSC05179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332179859825494498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pababa ng kweba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1U4b1kKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/H1t_rTTm4AU/s1600-h/DSC05195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1U4b1kKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/H1t_rTTm4AU/s320/DSC05195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332179854181109922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1VNspSnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nzFNn2VfRt0/s1600-h/DSC05194.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one of the most interesting finds, shell fossils (I'm assuming they are of marine origine) na naka-embed sa walls ng cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1VNspSnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nzFNn2VfRt0/s1600-h/DSC05194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1VNspSnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nzFNn2VfRt0/s320/DSC05194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332179859888753266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1U7wChgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d2Obkt7PWxE/s1600-h/DSC05201.JPG"&gt;basang basa at lamig na lamig, kaya may jacket paren hehe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1U7wChgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d2Obkt7PWxE/s1600-h/DSC05201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-1U7wChgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d2Obkt7PWxE/s320/DSC05201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332179855071151618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;paakyat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sobrang nakakahingal ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;caving&lt;/span&gt;. Buti nalang napaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helpful&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infomative&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guide&lt;/span&gt; namin. Galing mo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sir&lt;/span&gt; Jacob! Dumidilim na kaya dumiretso na kami sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lodge&lt;/span&gt; para magpahinga at mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi na kami nakadaan ng Echo Valley para sa Hanging Coffins, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt; Kinabukasan kasi aalis na kami ng maaga so baka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next time&lt;/span&gt; nalang 'yun (sana nga may&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; next time&lt;/span&gt; hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 6 AM, punta kami sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terminal&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeep&lt;/span&gt; sa kanto para sumakay ng byaheng Bontoc. 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hour&lt;/span&gt; daw ang byahe. Pagdating sa Bontoc, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we boarded the bus bound for &lt;/span&gt;Banaue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International&lt;/span&gt; ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old-school&lt;/span&gt; na bus na yun, kasama namin ay iba't ibang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; foreign backpackers.&lt;/span&gt; At kung walang binatbat ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long and winding road&lt;/span&gt; ng Baguio sa Sagada, panis silang lahat sa byaheng Banaue dahil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one-way&lt;/span&gt; lang ang daan sa gilid ng bundok; sobrang nipis ng daanan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with matching thick fog&lt;/span&gt; pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-8cCIATJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sm0KzGOME1s/s1600-h/DSC05226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-8cCIATJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sm0KzGOME1s/s320/DSC05226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332187673622760594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;example ng daanan na binagtas namin from Bontoc to Banaue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-8b1LUH5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X7lXdnMWD30/s1600-h/DSC05228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-8b1LUH5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X7lXdnMWD30/s320/DSC05228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332187670146981778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stopover muna... parang eto ang bayan ng Silent Hill (wow hindi naman ako masyadong na-hook sa Silent Hill franchise no?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tumingin-tingin ako sa mga tao sa loob ng bus, parang, wala lang, habang yung bus na sinasakyan namin eh gumegewang-gewang sa daan dahil sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;winding mountainside road.&lt;/span&gt; Buti nalang, hindi maulan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foggy&lt;/span&gt; lang; pero medyo madulas parin ang ibang daan dahil sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moisture&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After prolly 8 hours, we're finally in&lt;/span&gt; Banaue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whew&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-8b1LUH5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X7lXdnMWD30/s1600-h/DSC05228.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-8byDmwvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/auPPj4WLYfQ/s1600-h/DSC05245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-8byDmwvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/auPPj4WLYfQ/s320/DSC05245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332187669309342450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UNESCO World Heritage Site Ifugao Rice Terraces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ang ganda pala talaga ng Rice Terraces ng Ifugao.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was dumbfounded when I saw this scene.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fell in love with the Cordilleras.&lt;/span&gt; Babalik ako dito, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;. Marami pa akong na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; sa Sagada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-1781496857776363489?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/1781496857776363489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/05/heaven-that-is-cordilleras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1781496857776363489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1781496857776363489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/05/heaven-that-is-cordilleras.html' title='The Heaven that is the Cordilleras'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/Sf-uVDPBOqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jwZbBl0jjmo/s72-c/DSC05216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8729627583821786186</id><published>2009-04-11T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:22:15.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SeAle8xllHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GVjrpyPWqY8/s1600-h/DSC04815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SeAle8xllHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GVjrpyPWqY8/s320/DSC04815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323295973192340594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At eto nga ang itsura ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hallway &lt;/span&gt;ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;building &lt;/span&gt;na pinagtatrabahuhan ko ngayon. Parang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anytime&lt;/span&gt; eh mabubulok nalang ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walls, ceiling&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;floor &lt;/span&gt;neto at kakainin nalang ako ng buhay (Silent Hill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt;). Lalo na't Black Saturday ngayon; parang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anytime &lt;/span&gt;eh may lalabas na maligno sa mga salamin. Ang masaklap pa, walang katao-tao sa buong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;building&lt;/span&gt;; parang ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;floor &lt;/span&gt;lang namin ang may tao. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eerie&lt;/span&gt;, kasi walang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;background music&lt;/span&gt;, kaya lahat ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;footsteps &lt;/span&gt;eh maririnig mo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, 4 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;days &lt;/span&gt;nalang at sweldo na! Yay!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SeAmb67EJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9oLgTSdRd1U/s1600-h/DSC04816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SeAmb67EJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9oLgTSdRd1U/s320/DSC04816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323297020667242354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, my discovery of this pineapple is the highlight of my day.&lt;/span&gt; Kanina, nagyo-yosi at umiinom ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juice &lt;/span&gt;sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rooftop &lt;/span&gt;namin, naglalakad-lakad sa "little garden" ni mama at nakita ko ang pinya na 'to, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seated on its glorious throne surrounded with spikey leaves&lt;/span&gt;. Maliit palang, mga 7 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inches &lt;/span&gt;siguro.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just surprising to see this lovely fruit in an urban neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8729627583821786186?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8729627583821786186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts-april.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8729627583821786186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8729627583821786186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts-april.html' title='Random Thoughts: April'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SeAle8xllHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GVjrpyPWqY8/s72-c/DSC04815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-3940833416763813548</id><published>2009-04-07T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:32:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, I Suddenly Hate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your face&lt;br /&gt;Like water seeping into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Imbibed by my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments with you&lt;br /&gt;Like cherry blossoms in autumn&lt;br /&gt;Faded away so soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears like rain&lt;br /&gt;Gathered on sundews&lt;br /&gt;Memories of you lingered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a pine&lt;br /&gt;Tried to live happy during the winter&lt;br /&gt;Cones are budding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're back;&lt;br /&gt;Like an ironwood tree so high&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Haiku in Melancholia Humor, pallida Mors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-3940833416763813548?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/3940833416763813548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-suddenly-hate-you_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3940833416763813548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/3940833416763813548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-suddenly-hate-you_07.html' title='Like, I Suddenly Hate You'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-791072016452598419</id><published>2009-03-30T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:12:00.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 30: The Feast Day of the Goddess Salus</title><content type='html'>8:57 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupungas-pungas akong bumangon mula sa pagkakahiga kanina, inaantok pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa'no ba naman, eh alas tres ng madaling araw na ako nakatulog kanina, balak ko talagang magpuyat kanina para makatulog ako sa umaga, dahil may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shift &lt;/span&gt;na naman ako mamayang gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagka-on na pagka-on ko ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;, nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ring &lt;/span&gt;ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone &lt;/span&gt;ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Brother A to Z... Yo, what time is it... doo-doo-doo...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumunog na ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ringtone &lt;/span&gt;ko na kanta ni Jason Mraz, "Geek in the Pink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Landline number&lt;/span&gt; ang tumatawag sa'kin, ayaw ko sagutin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos biglang napa-mura ako: bulong ko sa sarili ko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tangina!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabay pulot ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone &lt;/span&gt;na nagba-vibrate sa mesa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bzzzzzt. Pick me up, idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello... may I talk to Resty? This is Diane from Capital IQ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAKINAMSHET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pumasa ako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kinausap nga ako ni Miss Diane. Sinabihan tungkol sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;job offer schedule&lt;/span&gt; at tinatanong kung magkano daw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;previous salary&lt;/span&gt; ko. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dang&lt;/span&gt;. Magkano kaya io-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offer &lt;/span&gt;sa'kin? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excited &lt;/span&gt;na ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng tawag na 'yun, para akong kunehong umii-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skip skip &lt;/span&gt;sa kwarto. Para akong tanga, kulang nalang magta-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tumbling &lt;/span&gt;ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya saya ko.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; po &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worry &lt;/span&gt;ko pa nga rin lang 'yung sa school. Sana makapag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enrol &lt;/span&gt;parin ako at makapag-aral &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;despite the demands of the job&lt;/span&gt;.... 'Di bale. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll burn the bridge when we get there.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-791072016452598419?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/791072016452598419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-30-feast-day-of-goddess-salus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/791072016452598419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/791072016452598419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-30-feast-day-of-goddess-salus.html' title='March 30: The Feast Day of the Goddess Salus'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-4865253858238475001</id><published>2009-03-26T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:36:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Backpay Time</title><content type='html'>Ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backpay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakalupit ng tadhana... (yun o.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo &lt;/span&gt;ka'gad? Dahil lang sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backpay&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkagaling na pagkagaling ko sa opisina galing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shift&lt;/span&gt;, na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as usual &lt;/span&gt;eh wala naman kaming ginawa kung hindi mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surf &lt;/span&gt;sa Internet (hindi pa kasi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ready &lt;/span&gt;ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;credentials &lt;/span&gt;namin) buong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shift&lt;/span&gt;, dumiretso nga ako sa dating kumpanya ko sa Makati para ayusin ang tumataginting na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backpay&lt;/span&gt;. Pitong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;department &lt;/span&gt;ang dapat magpipirma sa aking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clearance&lt;/span&gt;, at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so far&lt;/span&gt; dalawa palang ang may pirma. Ilang araw na din ang lumipas, bakit nga ba hindi ko inasikaso yun noon pa, nung mga panahong wala pa akong trabaho? Siguro alam mo na ang sagot d'yan. Tinatamad ako. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masisisi mo ba ako? Kung ang opisina mo e napakalayo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 hour FX ride????&lt;/span&gt; Tapos kung mamalasin ka pa eh mata-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;traffic &lt;/span&gt;ka pa sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;traffic points:&lt;/span&gt; Lifehomes, Rosario, Bagong Ilog, C5-Kalayaan Intersection, Buendia, Ayala. Naalala ko tuloy yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one time&lt;/span&gt; na pauwi ako galing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;: 8AM ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out &lt;/span&gt;ko, 11 PM na ako nakauwi! Iritang irita ako sa trapik na yan. Eh pawisin pa naman ako, so kahit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aircon &lt;/span&gt;ang FX, walang sinabi sa sinag ni Haring Araw lalo na pag pa-tanghali na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going back to the story&lt;/span&gt;... dumating ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office &lt;/span&gt;ng 7 AM. Saktong paalis na rin ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ex-officemates&lt;/span&gt; ko. Konting kwento-kwento at yosi muna sa labas bago ako umakyat at asikasuhin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clearance&lt;/span&gt;. At pagpanhik ko nga, matapos ang diskusyunan with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;former supervisor&lt;/span&gt;, sabi n'ya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; walang pipirma sa oras na yun. Pffft!!!!! Kasi daw iba-iba ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shift &lt;/span&gt;nila. Wooooooooooooooooooow. Bwisit! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resigned &lt;/span&gt;na nga ako bibigyan pa nila ako ng problema sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backpay &lt;/span&gt;na yan. Bakit naman sa ibang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;company &lt;/span&gt;wala nang ganyan eche-bureche. Isosoli mo lang mga gamit nila, hintay ng ilang buwan bago i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;release &lt;/span&gt;ang pera. Eh dito, isang buwan mo nga lang hihintayin eh magpapa-balik-balik ka naman para hanapin 'yung mga taong dapat pipirma. Maiintindihan ko kung nag-aasikaso ako ng papeles para bumalik sa pag-aaral eh (mas madali pa nga 'yung sa PUP). Eh ito, sakit ng ulo!!!! Pwede ba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na akong pera eh..... huhuhuhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-4865253858238475001?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/4865253858238475001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-backpay-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4865253858238475001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4865253858238475001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-backpay-time.html' title='It&apos;s Backpay Time'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-7740446889884929483</id><published>2009-03-25T07:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:57:48.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Silent Hill. Enjoy your stay.</title><content type='html'>At ayun nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;start &lt;/span&gt;na ako sa Crappy Company,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 2nd day&lt;/span&gt; ko kanina &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to date&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So far, so so-so (wow that's accidental wordplay)&lt;/span&gt;. Sa totoo lang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; medyo marami-rami naring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;centers&lt;/span&gt; ang napuntahan ko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so far this is the worst aesthetically;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pantry is like a stock room, the production floor is cluttered, the computer's productivity suite (e.g. word processor, spreadsheet, etc) is, err, cheap (actually download-able&lt;/span&gt; sa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Internet for free&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the CR reminds me of Silent Hill,&lt;/span&gt; yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elevator&lt;/span&gt; parang babagsak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anytime&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt; Pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the brighter side...&lt;/span&gt; sobrang petiks ng trabaho dito. 'Di namin nararamdamang nagte-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; kami, pa'no iniiwan lang kami ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mentor&lt;/span&gt; namin sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stations&lt;/span&gt; para magbasa ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;online resources.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; ano pa nga bang pwedeng gawin 'pag &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bored &lt;/span&gt;na? Internet! Ang Internet dito ay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;open&lt;/span&gt;, walang naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;block&lt;/span&gt;. Legal ang Yahoo Messenger dahil 'yun ang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; communication platform among the employees... so &lt;/span&gt;nakakausap ko pa ang mga tao sa labas. Pero may mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;activities &lt;/span&gt;rin namang pinapagawa sa amin para meron naman kaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idea &lt;/span&gt;kung ano talaga ang ginagawa ng mga binabayaran dito. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nae-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excite &lt;/span&gt;na ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;results &lt;/span&gt;ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exam &lt;/span&gt;ko sa Capital IQ. Sana pumasa ako, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At heto na naman ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dilemma &lt;/span&gt;ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;career &lt;/span&gt;ko. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling &lt;/span&gt;ko, makakapag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enrol&lt;/span&gt; nga ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, pero dahil sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;, mapapasukan ko pa kaya ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subjects &lt;/span&gt;ko? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This April&lt;/span&gt; ko na makukuha ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transcript &lt;/span&gt;ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana naman wala akong pagpilian. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, give me a sign please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-7740446889884929483?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/7740446889884929483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-silent-hill-enjoy-your-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7740446889884929483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7740446889884929483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-silent-hill-enjoy-your-stay.html' title='Welcome to Silent Hill. Enjoy your stay.'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-7186595673739040510</id><published>2009-03-19T03:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T03:53:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Interviews and Isaws</title><content type='html'>Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; patawarin n'yo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasa-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sign&lt;/span&gt; ko lang ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contract &lt;/span&gt;sa isang kumpanyang wala naman talaga akong balak karirin. Itago nalang natin siya sa pangalang... uhmm... Crappy Company. Kelangan ko ba mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt;? Pero kahit  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the name suggests its office's look&lt;/span&gt;, OK naman ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offer &lt;/span&gt;sa'kin. Aba, di hamak na mas malaki ang sweldo kumpara sa dating kumpanya ko bago ako napunta sa pinakahuling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt; na pinasukan ko. Ang gulo no? OK lang, wala naman talaga akong balak i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; eh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing&lt;/span&gt; na hindi ka na makikipag-usap sa mga Kano &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this time&lt;/span&gt;, pero maganda ang pasahod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun na nga. Crappy Company &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is located in... one of the business hubs in Manila.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The building that houses it looks crappy unsurprisingly, hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ce the companies inside it.&lt;/span&gt; Medyo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infamous &lt;/span&gt;na nga ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;building &lt;/span&gt;na 'to sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call center people&lt;/span&gt;, kesyo nandito daw ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bogus &lt;/span&gt;na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outbound campaigns&lt;/span&gt; na mahilig mang-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scam&lt;/span&gt;. Pero ewan ko. Natakot ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elevator&lt;/span&gt;, medyo luma na ata, o siguro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paranoid &lt;/span&gt;lang ako kasi madalas mag-isa lang ako sa loob, kaya naririnig kong "nagrereklamo" na ang mga makinarya. Tapos pagdating sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office &lt;/span&gt;mismo, hindi naman sa pangmamaliit, pero sobrang liit din kasi ng opisina. Nandun na ang lahat, sa isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unit&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take note&lt;/span&gt;, isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unit&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;production floor, HR, reception.&lt;/span&gt; Habang naghihintay sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;, nakikita mo trabaho ng mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang masaya dito ay napaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laid back&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;culture&lt;/span&gt;. Lantarang pagi-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;install&lt;/span&gt; ng Yahoo Messenger, kainan sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;floor&lt;/span&gt;, walang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;headset&lt;/span&gt;, at mababait ang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa tingin ko hindi rin ako magtatagal dito... pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who knows?&lt;/span&gt; Sa Sabado kasi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exam &lt;/span&gt;ko sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transcriptionist job &lt;/span&gt;na gusto ko (pero sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May &lt;/span&gt;pa ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;). Kapag pumasa ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exam &lt;/span&gt;at na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; na ako for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;, buh-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye &lt;/span&gt;Crappy Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling &lt;/span&gt;ng pumapasa sa trabaho. Nakakalaki ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha yak, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ego-trip.&lt;/span&gt; Kaya pag-uwi ko, I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; treated myself&lt;/span&gt; sa kanto ng Lifehomes.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheels&lt;/span&gt;!! Sarap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/ScFQY2L5WrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_l7WFVb-JMA/s1600-h/isaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/ScFQY2L5WrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_l7WFVb-JMA/s320/isaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314617423066389170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos bumili ako ng Lucky Me! Pansit Canton Sweet and Spicy, itlog, Cheesecake ng Lemon Square at C2 Apple. Pagkadating na pagkadating ko sa bahay (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around 3 AM&lt;/span&gt; na siguro), nilagay ko na sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saucepan &lt;/span&gt;na may tubig ang itlog at binuksan ang pakete ng pansit Canton &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only to find out &lt;/span&gt;na walang gas. Arrrrgggghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord &lt;/span&gt;talaga.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Punishing&lt;/span&gt; Teng&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; one karma at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aga naman! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-7186595673739040510?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/7186595673739040510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-interviews-and-isaws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7186595673739040510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7186595673739040510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-interviews-and-isaws.html' title='Of Interviews and Isaws'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/ScFQY2L5WrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_l7WFVb-JMA/s72-c/isaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-5847418497220966557</id><published>2009-03-10T10:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:08:58.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new work'/><title type='text'>Natty, Nick, Ako</title><content type='html'>Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalawang araw na akong may tinik sa lalamunan. Hep, hindi po 'yun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;figure of speech&lt;/span&gt;, literal ang ibig kong sabihin. Pagkatapos ko lapain yung isdang kulay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; ang tinik. Sabi ko pa, wow, ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; neto ha, tapos lunok lang ata ako ng lunok. Parang siraulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung isda lang at gulay na sahog ang kinain ko nung araw na 'yun; pano, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; ko tumataba na ako kaya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;low-carb diet&lt;/span&gt; muna. Hiwa-hiwa na yung isda sa "pansigang cuts" kaya 'di ko nakita kung ano talaga itsura ng isdang may kasalanan kung bakit ako natinik (wow, sinisi ang isda). Nagtataka nga rin ako, bakit yung ulo ng isda wala dun? Nai-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine &lt;/span&gt;ko tuloy, baka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angler fish&lt;/span&gt; na 'tong kinakain ko.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SbXRrBF46PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gScaq5FIXCQ/s1600-h/anglerfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SbXRrBF46PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gScaq5FIXCQ/s320/anglerfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381872511084786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shete. Ini-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; ko nalang na nasa plato ko yang halimaw na 'yan, parang gusto ko nalang maging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dahil masyado akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curious&lt;/span&gt;, tinanong ko si Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, anong isda 'to? Sarap ha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, ano 'yan, yung... ano..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"???? Hindi ba 'to 'yung isda na nakakalason yung buntot?," &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked&lt;/span&gt; na pa-biro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala rin akong nakuhang sagot. Lumalim tuloy ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suspicion&lt;/span&gt; ko na panget ang itsura ng isdang 'to. Pero ano nga bang sabi ng mga desperado, "OK lang na panget, basta masarap." Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakarami rin ako ng isda. Masarap kasi talaga ang laman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soft and creamy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entertaining&lt;/span&gt; pa, kasi nga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue-boned&lt;/span&gt;. Hanggang sa uminom ako ng tubig, na parang may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little surges of pain&lt;/span&gt; sa lalamunan ko. Wow. Natinik ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang saging. Mansanas nalang. Onting nguya lang, nilulunok ko na, para sana sumama 'yung hinayupak na tinik. Naubos ko na ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apple &lt;/span&gt;nandyan parin ang tinik. Nag-try akong sungkitin ang lalamunan ko pero nakakasuka. Ayoko naman i-suka yung pagkain ko, sayang. Ano ako, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bulimic&lt;/span&gt;? Aba, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice idea&lt;/span&gt; ha... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang beses ko na tina-try i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wash&lt;/span&gt; sa pag-inom ng maraming&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; liquid&lt;/span&gt;, wala talaga.  Lumunok ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marshmallows &lt;/span&gt;na buo, ayaw parin. Sana matunaw nalang ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enzymes &lt;/span&gt;ng laway ko ang tinik na 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try ko kaya kumain ng siopao? May pusa naman 'yun diba? Hehehehe.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akalain mo nga namang sampung araw na akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bum&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course, I'm not proud.&lt;/span&gt; Pero masaya pala ah? Hehehe. Walang iniisip para bukas or mamaya. Wala. Wala ring pera. Sana makuha ko na yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backpay &lt;/span&gt;ko. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good luck&lt;/span&gt;, 'di ko pa inaasikaso ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clearance &lt;/span&gt;ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nakita na akong bagong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transcriptionist &lt;/span&gt;nga. Walang kwenta 'yung in-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apply&lt;/span&gt;an ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last time, fly-by-night&lt;/span&gt; ata. Walang sumasagot sa tawag ko, buti nalang 'di ko tinuloy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, this new job is located in Ortigas&lt;/span&gt;, dun sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;building &lt;/span&gt;na pinagtrabahuhan ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back when I was still with Telus (which is then known as Ambergris Solutions&lt;/span&gt;). Capital IQ ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;name &lt;/span&gt;ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transcriptionist &lt;/span&gt;ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nature &lt;/span&gt;ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work &lt;/span&gt;pero gamit mo parin ang boses mo sa pagta-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meaning&lt;/span&gt;, magsasalita ka tapos mare-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recognize &lt;/span&gt;ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;software &lt;/span&gt;ang boses mo at magta-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;type &lt;/span&gt;sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screen&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high-tech&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice &lt;/span&gt;parin, pero at least wala ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irate at stupid callers&lt;/span&gt;. Sa May 11 pa ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;... hahaha... hindi ako pwede maghintay ng ganun katagal. Kelangan ko na magkaroon ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temporary work&lt;/span&gt; na pwede pagkakitaan bago ko pasukan 'yun. Teka, ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling &lt;/span&gt;ko naman, eh sa March 21 pa ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exam &lt;/span&gt;ko dun. Hehe. Pero at least tapos na ako sa dalawang katakot-takot na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt;, pumasa naman ako. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, pakialis naman 'tong tinik o, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-5847418497220966557?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/5847418497220966557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/natty-nick-ako.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5847418497220966557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5847418497220966557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/03/natty-nick-ako.html' title='Natty, Nick, Ako'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SbXRrBF46PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gScaq5FIXCQ/s72-c/anglerfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-4047976648448165852</id><published>2009-02-20T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:11:16.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canned Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nguya, nguya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako lang nanananghalian. Hindi pala kumakain sila mama at papa sa tanghalian ng madalas. Kaya hindi nagluto ng ulam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for lunch&lt;/span&gt;. Eto tuloy nginangata ko ngayon, kanin, ulam ay isang plato ng longanisa. Nakakasuya. Walang sabaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nguya, nguya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di ko na kayang eto lang ang ulam. Sawang sawang na'ko sa longanisang to. Kahit anong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt; ang gawin ko dito kesyo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bratwurst, Italian o chorizo&lt;/span&gt; kunwari ang kinakain ko, 'di na talaga kaya. Kelangan ng panabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti nalang may tindahan si mama. Hehe. San pa nga ba ako titingin (kung hindi sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;softdrinks)&lt;/span&gt;, eh di sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de lata&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corned beef&lt;/span&gt;? Nai-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; ko parin yung dagang kinarne ng aso namin dating si Brownie. Sobrang gigil ng aso sa daga, nagkalat ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innards&lt;/span&gt; (eeew) ng kawawang vermin sa garahe. Nagmukhang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corned beef&lt;/span&gt; tuloy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pork and beans?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pork&lt;/span&gt; lang kakainin ko dyan. Hindi ako mahilig sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beans&lt;/span&gt;, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuna!!&lt;/span&gt; Adobo... Menudo... Lechong Paksiw... Asado... Laing (hayuf na ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flavors&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuna&lt;/span&gt; ngayon ha)... tae, walang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flakes in Oil&lt;/span&gt;. Ano pa ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko pinapansin 'yung mga latang either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; lang or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt;. Minsan may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orange or yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calamares en su tinta&lt;/span&gt; kaya? Kaso 'di ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt; lasa nyan pag nakalata eh. Lasang kalawang yung pusit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di narin naman uso ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mackerel&lt;/span&gt; ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, di bale na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bago ako umalis, tumingin ako uli sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stack &lt;/span&gt;ng lata na kapansin-pansing pinakamarami sa lahat ng latang naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;display&lt;/span&gt; dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rooftop&lt;/span&gt; namin, may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hanging gardens&lt;/span&gt; si mama. May mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flowering plants, fruits and veggies&lt;/span&gt;. Pumitas ako ng mga kalamansi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masarap talaga ang sardinas pag may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squeeze of something citric&lt;/span&gt;. Natatanggal ang lansa. Nguya, nguya, nguya. Wow, sarap. Na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; ko lasa ng sardinas ha. Saka ko na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; na siguro talagang napaka-sarap ng sardinas,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because it's just one of the few fish species&lt;/span&gt; na na-ilata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SZ46cBJC1HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9cdyc8qgZmc/s1600-h/ligo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SZ46cBJC1HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9cdyc8qgZmc/s320/ligo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304741664106140786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-4047976648448165852?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/4047976648448165852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/02/canned-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4047976648448165852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4047976648448165852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/02/canned-nostalgia.html' title='Canned Nostalgia'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SZ46cBJC1HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9cdyc8qgZmc/s72-c/ligo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-7580771157524949350</id><published>2009-02-03T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:19:22.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for February? Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Wow ha. Ang tagal ko na palang hindi naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post &lt;/span&gt;ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entry&lt;/span&gt; dito hehehe. 'Di naman ako &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;, siguro nawala lang ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt;... Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakapagpasa na pala ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resignation letter&lt;/span&gt; kagabi. Sa totoo lang, hindi alam nila mama na may balak na ako mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resign&lt;/span&gt;. May palagay-lagay pa ako dun na "...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the approval of my family&lt;/span&gt;," eh 'di naman talaga ako nagsabi hehehe. Pero parang may konting panghihinayang nga lang din, sayang yung perang kinikita ko.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I admit that we're earning more moolah than the typical call centers in the metro&lt;/span&gt; (naks ang yabang). Pero I really had enough of this stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas pala, may&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; interview&lt;/span&gt; ako sa ibang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;company as transcriptionist. &lt;/span&gt;At least hindi na ako magko-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calls if ever&lt;/span&gt; ma-tanggap, medyo malaki din naman ang sweldo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodluck&lt;/span&gt; pala sa akin, kasi 65 wpm ang requirement as typing speed. Eh huling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;test&lt;/span&gt; ko dyan 45 wpm lang ako. Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda pala gising ko kaninang umaga (kasi sa ibang bahay ako natulog hehehe). Pagka-uwi ko, meron akong nakitang tindahan ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt;. Bumili ako ng isang malaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pack&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolate chip cookies&lt;/span&gt; para sa bunso namin. Habang naglalakad ako pauwi. may nakita akong patay na pusa sa gilid ng kalsada. Tipong malaki na tiyan. Siguro alam mo na kung bakit?? Biglang nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;switch&lt;/span&gt; yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; ko from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jovial to saturnine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di naman ako PETA or nagpapaka-PETA pero awang-awa talaga 'ko. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gala muna kami sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mall&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; ko. Naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacation leave&lt;/span&gt; ako the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole week&lt;/span&gt;, yehey!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exhaust&lt;/span&gt; muna lahat ng pwede i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exhaust&lt;/span&gt; bago mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resign&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-7580771157524949350?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/7580771157524949350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-for-february-random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7580771157524949350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/7580771157524949350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-for-february-random-thoughts.html' title='What&apos;s for February? Random thoughts'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-4725316659543235374</id><published>2009-01-03T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:38:37.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balut</title><content type='html'>Maaga ako nagising para maghanap na naman ng ibang trabaho sa Internet. 'Di na naman kasi ako nakapasok sa trabaho dahil dito sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonsillopharyngitis&lt;/span&gt; ko. Kahapon nga pumunta na naman ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medical City&lt;/span&gt; para makakuha ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;med-cert&lt;/span&gt; dahil siguradong may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show Cause Memo&lt;/span&gt; na naman ako 'pag wala ako 'nun. Posible pang ma-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suspend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa tapat na naman ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;, alas-singko ng umaga. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; ko na nga ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Google search engine. Keywords: non-voice call center, chat/email support, homebased&lt;/span&gt;, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timpla nga muna ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;. Bawal daw kape, sabi ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nurse&lt;/span&gt;. OK, mas masarap naman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milo.&lt;/span&gt; Kaso bawal din daw matamis, pwes 'onting asukal lang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isang heaping tablespoon&lt;/span&gt; nalang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compared to the usual 2 tablespoons.&lt;/span&gt; Haha, dugas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap parin talaga maghanap ng trabaho sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, lalo na kung alam mo kung ano talaga gusto mo. Sobrang daming basurang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;websites&lt;/span&gt; na kung tutuusin eh hindi naman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relevant&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;search&lt;/span&gt; mo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Filter.&lt;/span&gt; May nakakawala parin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aga-aga, pagod na 'ko. Sabay nagising na sila mama. Alas-syete na pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kinain mo 'yung balut mo?" bumababa si Mama sa hagdan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha? Meron ba?" sagot ako. Parang naghanap tuloy ng balut ang katawan ko, umagang-umaga. Oo nga naman, sanay pala ang katawan kong ang normal na umaga ay tulugan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time for us call center people. My biological clock has adapted well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meron ha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko nga, kagabi. Tulog na kasi ako nun, kala ko tuloy nananaginip lang ako. Ginigising pala ako ni Royce nun, naalimpungatan ako, sabi ko ilapag nya na lang sa lamesa ng kwatro ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akyat nga ako sa kwarto, at nandun nga ang mahiwagang itlog. Binanlian ko nga ng mainit na tubig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos balik uli sa harap ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;monitor&lt;/span&gt; para mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SV6_3OmLW5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/e83klGvbq-0/s1600-h/balut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SV6_3OmLW5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/e83klGvbq-0/s320/balut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286873968111475602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always, always have to sort out the poor duckling from the rest of the egg, I really hate the idea of biting the poor animal's head. Awwww. But the rest of the &lt;/span&gt;balut&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is incredibly yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dapat lagi kang kumakain n'yan para masustansya." hirit ni Mama. "Para hindi ka lagi magkasakit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sus. Sa trabaho ko talaga nakukuha 'tong sakit na 'to, sabi ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doc.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Yaan mo, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; nalang 'yan, aral ka na uli &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this coming school year.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I hear it right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, sana totoo na nga 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, balik skwela na 'ko? Wow. At least may plano na ako ngayong 2009. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viva 2009!!!&lt;/span&gt; Kala ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; na ako sa impyernong 'to... kain nga muna ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-4725316659543235374?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/4725316659543235374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/01/balut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4725316659543235374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4725316659543235374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/01/balut.html' title='Balut'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SV6_3OmLW5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/e83klGvbq-0/s72-c/balut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-4698376442703480776</id><published>2009-01-01T06:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:36:59.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Yea... Ay tangina, brownout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please excuse my French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think the title pretty much explains what happened on my New Year' eve, but of course there's more fun in telling the whole story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was really excited&lt;/span&gt; na mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Year.&lt;/span&gt; Bagong taon. Higit pa sa pagpapalit ng kalendaryo, dahil umikot na naman ng buo ang mundo natin sa araw. Kaya bagong buhay, bagong plano, bagong simula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng tao sa bahay, bising-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; na naghahanda para sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Media Noche.&lt;/span&gt; Nagluluto ng mga pagkain si Mama, si Rosette (kapatid kong babae na mas bata pa sa akin) naghahanda ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt;, nagpa-litson ng ulo ng baboy si Papa (ulo lang, mahal na pag buo), tapos inaaaya ko si kuya na bumili ng paputok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punta nga kami sa bilihan, one kyaw (isang libo) ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;budget.&lt;/span&gt; Marami-rami rin naman kami nabili pero yung mga simpleng pa-ilaw lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang ingay ng buong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;street &lt;/span&gt;namin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just a few hours until New Year's eve.&lt;/span&gt; Lahat yata ng bahay naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full volume&lt;/span&gt; ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speakers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Party&lt;/span&gt; kung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga ilang minuto nalang bago mag-alas dose, marami na ang nagsisindi ng paputok. May supot, may sumasabog, may maliwanag, may nababasa (note: medyo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corny&lt;/span&gt; nga ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Year &lt;/span&gt;ngayon kasi umuulan, pero kahit na umuulan, nasa labas parin lahat ng tao). Nung sumapit ang hatinggabi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full-blast&lt;/span&gt; na ang putukan, sobrang liwanag na ng langit dahil sa mkukulay na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pyrotechnics&lt;/span&gt; (napansin ko lang din, kala ko ba naghihirap na ang Pilipinas, bakit ang mamahal na ata ng mga nakikita kong pinapa-putok sa ere, 'yung mga tipong makikita mo sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enchanted Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;), at sobrang usok na sa paligid, amoy sunog na pulbura. Hmmm... bango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos biglang namatay mga ilaw ng mga bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawala ang mga bumabayong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati 'yung mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;videoke machines, dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shet, brwan awt!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Sabi ko, siguro 'yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sensitive &lt;/span&gt;na poste 'dun sa kanto nahagip ng kwitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pero kahit na ganun, tuloy parin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebration.&lt;/span&gt; Aba, maliwanag naman sa labas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Napa-wow talaga ako. Bakit ngayon pa? Sabi pa ng iba, hindi magandang umpisahan ang bagong taon ng masamang pangyayari, kasi buong taon daw magiging ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hell with that.&lt;/span&gt; Magbiro ka na sa ibang bagay, 'wag lang sa walang kuryente sa isang taon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero why should I dwell in remorse, if I can make my day happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So inuman kami ng bestfriend ko, si Shiela. Kapitbahay lang namin kaya madali lang maaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magtitimpla kami ng Boracay ('yung alak na may halong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;condensed milk&lt;/span&gt;) at nagluto ng sisig. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging masaya naman ang Bagong Taon ko kahit papano. Kasi may alak. Hehehe. Mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 hours later,&lt;/span&gt; bumalik na rin ang ilaw sa wakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero 'di ko talaga makakalimutan 'yung ginawa ni Shiela nung may brown-out, habang nagpapainit kami ng tubig sa bahay nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinaksak n'ya yung&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; airpot&lt;/span&gt; ('yung pampainit ng tubig) sa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; plug&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a few minutes, &lt;/span&gt;sumigaw ako, "Yesss!!! May ilaw na!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabay lapit s'ya sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buti nalang tanga, nagsaksak ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;airpot&lt;/span&gt; wala palang kuryente kanina hahahaha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa kami ng tawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masyado na talaga tayong dumedepende sa kuryente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-4698376442703480776?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/4698376442703480776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-yea-ay-tangina-brownout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4698376442703480776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/4698376442703480776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-yea-ay-tangina-brownout.html' title='Happy New Yea... Ay tangina, brownout!'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-8755058744601353791</id><published>2008-12-30T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:20:58.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil is Always On Your Side When You Need Him</title><content type='html'>Masasabi ko nga na minsan talaga, matigas ulo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago pa ako pumasok sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt;, alam kong hindi na maganda nararamdaman ko. Sinisinat ako pagka-gising ko. Pano meron  na naman akong ubo't sipon, ewan ko ba bakit napaka-hina ng resistensya ko. Makapag-vitamins nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 'yun nga, pasok ako, masaya kasi mukhang tahimik ngayon, walang nagko-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calls &lt;/span&gt;(tahimik ang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; floor&lt;/span&gt; kahit na marami nang ahente). Sabi ko, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow, avail&lt;/span&gt; yata(avail, para sa mga 'di nakaka-intindi ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call center lingo&lt;/span&gt;, ibig sabihin e walang masyadong tumatawag)." Aba'y pucha pagka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;log-in&lt;/span&gt; namin ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:30PM&lt;/span&gt;, biglang umingay!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, what a year-ender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 hours&lt;/span&gt; na nakakaraan, namamaos na 'ko. Taena naman. Pero konting tiis nalang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;restday&lt;/span&gt; mo narin naman bukas. Hanggang nawala nga boses ko dahil sa sunod-sunod na tawag ng mga Kano. Nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; nga ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supervisor &lt;/span&gt;namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss, pwede ba ako magpahinga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aux 1&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aux is a phone status&lt;/span&gt; para pansamantala kang titigil sa pagko-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calls&lt;/span&gt;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Punta ako &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clinic&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo. Hindi ka naman basta-basta pwedeng magpahinga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Sige, akyat sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clinic&lt;/span&gt;. Si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Nurse&lt;/span&gt; may pasyente. Pinaupo muna ako, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and after a few minutes,&lt;/span&gt; in-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attend&lt;/span&gt;-an na n'ya ako. Sinabi ko nga sakit ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK sir, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tongue out&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, namamaga 'yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonsils&lt;/span&gt; mo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patay. Taena naman talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha? Eh parang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 weeks ago&lt;/span&gt; lang meron akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pharyngitis.&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ganun talaga sir, lalo na pag may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt; ka na n'yan. Pwede ma-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trigger&lt;/span&gt; anytime. Buti 'di ka pa pinapa-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonsillectomy&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonsillectomy, what an odious word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Yun nga rin sabi sakin ng mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5th incident in the same year&lt;/span&gt; daw dapat ipaalis na 'yung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonsils.&lt;/span&gt; Pero..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo nga eh. Pero pa-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second opinion&lt;/span&gt; ka rin. Meron din kasing isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agent&lt;/span&gt; na nagpa-opera pero ganun parin, bumabalik pa rin yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;throat problem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gargle &lt;/span&gt;ka muna na nito tapos i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt; mo 'to (sabay abot ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bactidol&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deflam&lt;/span&gt;)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice rest &lt;/span&gt;daw muna ako.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh god, for friggin' 15 minutes&lt;/span&gt; lang? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would that really help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawal daw matatamis, maaasim, maaalat at ma-mantika. Ano nalang natira sa'kin para kainin 'di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos balik sa pagko-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calls&lt;/span&gt;. Nung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunchbreak&lt;/span&gt;, 'di ako kumain, natulog lang ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuluyan na nga akong nilagnat, pero 'di ko nalang in-apila sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt;. Kasi baka sabihin nag-iinarte lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na pagod na ako nung umuwi. Buti nalang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;restday&lt;/span&gt; na. At &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in fairness&lt;/span&gt;, wala kaming pasok ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Year. Happy New Year guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun nga pag-uwi, gutom na ako, buti nalang may pagkain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Wow. Tuyo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunny-side up&lt;/span&gt; at longanisa. Maalat, mamantika at matamis. Tapos 'yung sawsawan pa ng tuyo na maasim. Wow. Wow na wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh gutom ako eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba andaling sumira pero ang hirap gumawa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-8755058744601353791?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/8755058744601353791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/devil-is-always-on-your-side-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8755058744601353791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/8755058744601353791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/devil-is-always-on-your-side-when-you.html' title='The Devil is Always On Your Side When You Need Him'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-849481623821999747</id><published>2008-12-29T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:07:09.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superhero'/><title type='text'>Biohazard: My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were just little kids, we wanted to create our own superheroes.&lt;/span&gt; 'Yung tipong kakaiba, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a unique set of superhuman abilities. When I was browsing the net, I bumped into this website where you can fulfill your childhood dream of creating your own superhero...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heroMachine/classic.asp"&gt;The Hero Machine&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's my golem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVhL1fgTh1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JIfrB30Mssw/s1600-h/comic+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVhL1fgTh1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JIfrB30Mssw/s320/comic+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285057545081423698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally, his name is Toxin&lt;/span&gt;, pero parang meron na yatang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marvel Universe&lt;/span&gt; na ganun ang pangalan... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so I changed it into Biohazard (see the text behind his name?)...&lt;/span&gt; pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eventually I learned&lt;/span&gt; na meron naring isa pang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comic book character &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marvel&lt;/span&gt; din ata) na ganun ang panagalan.. Arrgghh!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go with this name&lt;/span&gt;, anyway 'di ko naman ipa-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;publish&lt;/span&gt; eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFILE:&lt;br /&gt;Real Name: Johnny Murcielago&lt;br /&gt;Superhero Name: BIOHAZARD&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Iloilo, Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Age: 25&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'8"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 150 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Abilities: manipulates biological hazard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Murcielago is an intelligent son of a wealthy couple living in a town called "Oton" in the Western Visayas. He studied  Microbiology in a local but prestigious university in Manila, and eventually worked for Department of Environment and Natural Resources as a zoographer. Displaying exceptional expertise in his field, he was hired by a top-secret and elite physics lab in the Philippines to partake in a project called "Project Afra Mors," developing a bioweapon with the help of some Russian scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny was sent to a cave exploration in Africa to extract a sample of a unique strain of virus belonging to the Biohazard Level 4. After several days of working in a cave experimenting on tragloxenes, he was quarantined and was diagnosed to be infected by a strange illness despite exercising extreme protection, leaving him bed-ridden for weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whew! It's so hard coming up with a made-up story! &lt;/span&gt;Bahala na kayong dumugtong sa susunod na nangyari... para kasing napaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stereotypical &lt;/span&gt;naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-849481623821999747?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/849481623821999747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/biohazard-my-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/849481623821999747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/849481623821999747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/biohazard-my-hero.html' title='Biohazard: My Hero'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVhL1fgTh1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JIfrB30Mssw/s72-c/comic+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-5125636925700946905</id><published>2008-12-28T14:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:17:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiat Color: Let there be Color</title><content type='html'>Nakaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addict&lt;/span&gt; pala ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adobe Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;. Isa sa mga pinagkaka-abalahan ko kapag nasa tapat ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;, pero&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; recent&lt;/span&gt; lang naman 'to. Dati, nagre-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rely&lt;/span&gt; ako sa mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt; na naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;template&lt;/span&gt; na ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effect&lt;/span&gt;, kaya parang hindi naman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;polished&lt;/span&gt; ang detalye (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like the image on the banner of my Blogspot page&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a lot of websites offering free tutorials to manipulate your photos and turn a boring portrait to a colorful/d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amatic one. Here are my sample works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch66U5J8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/bgRjpJjgw7U/s1600-h/DSC00874+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch66U5J8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/bgRjpJjgw7U/s320/DSC00874+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284729983715583938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is actually an unfinished work&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; ba?). Nahirapan ako i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;define&lt;/span&gt; yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colors &lt;/span&gt;kasi 'di ko pa naman kina-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;career.&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch7yyjkoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FeIKy2465ns/s1600-h/ryza+sparkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch7yyjkoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FeIKy2465ns/s320/ryza+sparkle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284729998872384130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Experimented with Ryza's photo, with the Sparkle Trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch8dEmrrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HTvOgKX45cc/s1600-h/teletechs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch8dEmrrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HTvOgKX45cc/s320/teletechs+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284730010222374578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My teammates way back when I was still with Teletech...  used the black &amp;amp; white background to enhance the subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch6_5jI6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/qJDfT4JqDyc/s1600-h/studiopic+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch6_5jI6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/qJDfT4JqDyc/s320/studiopic+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284729985211507618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This one's kind of shabby though... tried putting the photo on a studio background but it seems pretty obvious&lt;/span&gt; na&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; embedded&lt;/span&gt; lang, dahil din kasi sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lighting&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subjects&lt;/span&gt; eh hindi nagma-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;match&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;background, so I soften the photos a bit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt; Chantal, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; ginamit ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; natin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch7MnBZII/AAAAAAAAAFc/cQiPyM5tweY/s1600-h/snowy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch7MnBZII/AAAAAAAAAFc/cQiPyM5tweY/s320/snowy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284729988623459458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa isang nakakatuwang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;. Kung totoong nagsno-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt; n'yan, si Pau lang siguro nabuhay sa'min (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guy with the hooded jacket&lt;/span&gt;) dahil lahat kami naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T-shirt&lt;/span&gt; lang hehehe. Sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McDo&lt;/span&gt; pala 'yan sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eastwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVchaz0zfzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L5gqPPTc9e4/s1600-h/for.warhol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVchaz0zfzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L5gqPPTc9e4/s320/for.warhol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284729432214568754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This one's what I love best... the Pop Art style photo.&lt;/span&gt; Naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;primary photo&lt;/span&gt; pa nga sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; ko 'to eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want to try out your Photoshop prowess, try going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshopessentials.com/"&gt;Photoshop Essentials.com&lt;/a&gt;, madali lang intindihin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt; na kahit gaano ka pa ka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt; sa gan'to eh makaka-sunod ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodluck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-5125636925700946905?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/5125636925700946905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/nakaka-addict-pala-ang-adobe-photoshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5125636925700946905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5125636925700946905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/nakaka-addict-pala-ang-adobe-photoshop.html' title='Fiat Color: Let there be Color'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVch66U5J8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/bgRjpJjgw7U/s72-c/DSC00874+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-1089791386080752923</id><published>2008-12-27T06:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:27:34.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bag'/><title type='text'>What's In My Bag This Year</title><content type='html'>Marami akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Year's Resolution&lt;/span&gt;. Isa na dun ang pagtigil sa yosi at pagbabawas ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alcohol intake&lt;/span&gt;. Gusto ko naring maging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; ang buhay ko ngayong taon, dahil naging masyado akong naging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heedless this year&lt;/span&gt;. Piniktyuran ko laman ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt; ko, eto 'yung mga tipong mahirap mawala sa loob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVVVNmRDxDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FRui19qsNHc/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVVVNmRDxDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FRui19qsNHc/s320/bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284223429887902770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool&lt;/span&gt; pala tignan pag nakakalat ang gamit sa labas. Hehehe. Mukhang susyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Messenger bag&lt;/span&gt; na bigay sa akin ng napaka-espesyal na kaibigan nung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Naawa yata sa'kin kasi wala daw akong matinong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm used to carrying around my humongous backpack&lt;/span&gt;). Hindi ko na tinanong yung presyo, pero tinignan ko sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;botique&lt;/span&gt;, napamura ako sabay "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;." Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLANNER&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saucy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. Oo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saucy&lt;/span&gt; talaga. Wala pang 2009 meron na sa bag (pero yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last year's&lt;/span&gt; talaga yung nasa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt; ko, panget lang kasi pag 'yun nilagay ko hahaha). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it doesn't mean&lt;/span&gt; na madalas akong bumibili ng kape dun dahil bigay lang din sa'kin 'to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as a Christmas gift&lt;/span&gt;, hahahaha. Etong ngayon, bigay sa akin ng kaibigan kong si Jeric (na laging nasa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; dahil dun nag-aaral) kasi dalawa na daw ganun n'ya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt; hinarbat ko lang 'to sa kanya, 'di na s'ya pumalag, buti nga hindi n'ya binenta sa 'kin, ang alam ko kasi pwede mo rin i-benta ng isang libo 'yun (OA ata ako). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last year&lt;/span&gt; naman kasi produkto ng pang-uuto sa mga kaibigan ko na gamitin 'yung&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; card&lt;/span&gt; ko para malagyan ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stickers&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha. Hampas-lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSP CASE. &lt;/span&gt;Parang malaking lalagyan ng antipara, at nilagyan ko pa talaga ng&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; chamois&lt;/span&gt; sa loob para may panlinis. Feeling ko wala ring kwenta 'to eh, puro gasgas na PSP ko&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;pero&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; overused &lt;/span&gt;lang talaga siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;. Magtaka ka kung may PSP case ako pero wala talaga akong PSP, hahaha. Eto isa sa mga kaibigan ko lalo na kung kailangan kong maghintay. Hindi mawawala ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tekken&lt;/span&gt; d'yan. Hahahaha. Palpak nga lang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memory Stick&lt;/span&gt;, madalas nako-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corrupt&lt;/span&gt;. From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragon Lord &lt;/span&gt;lagi tuloy akong bumabalik sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9th Kyu&lt;/span&gt; (oo na, alam ko hanggang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragon Lord&lt;/span&gt; lang kaya kong rank). Humanda sa'kin 'yung nagbenta sa'kin sa Greenhills, sabi n'ya naman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lifetime&lt;/span&gt; daw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warranty &lt;/span&gt;nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALLET&lt;/span&gt;. Eto ang isang bagay na hindi pwedeng mawala sa'kin. Mawala na lahat ng mga 'yan (pero 'wag naman sana) wag lang ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wallet&lt;/span&gt; kong 'to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Canvas&lt;/span&gt; lang yan na mumurahin, in-arbor ko pa kay Royce at ilang taon ko narin gamit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It houses my treasures&lt;/span&gt;: resibo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discount coupons&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ID pictures&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school and company IDs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cards&lt;/span&gt; tulad ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ATM, Timezone, WOF, Powerstation, Laking National, health card, library card, et cetera&lt;/span&gt; at syempre &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my filthy lucre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CELLPHONE.&lt;/span&gt; Sino bang walang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt; ngayon? Ewan ko ha, pero napaka-halaga ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt; para sa'kin, hindi ka kasi updated pag wala kang nito. Hindi na ata ako magugulat pag may pinanganak na may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone &lt;/span&gt;na naka-attach sa kamay n'ya, yung tipong may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blood vessels&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nerves&lt;/span&gt; papuntang utak mo 'yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wires&lt;/span&gt; (wow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sci-Fi&lt;/span&gt;). Pag may cellphone ka kasi +1 sa lahat ng stats mo. Meron pang isang time na baliw na baliw ako sa cellphone ko na nag-risk pa talaga akong mawala ang warranty mai-alter lang ang mga default icons, fonts and capabilities. Parang tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THUMB DRIVE.&lt;/span&gt; Marami silang tawag dito eh: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;USB, flash disk, flash drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Simpleng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thumb drive&lt;/span&gt; na binili ko sa CD-R King, p&lt;/span&gt;ero bakit ako may ganto? Haha. Laman lang nito eh mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back-up&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;installer&lt;/span&gt;, ISO (para sa PSP ko) at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;résumé&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ready-to-print&lt;/span&gt; na pag may ibang trabahong gusto pag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apply&lt;/span&gt;-an bwahahahaha (evil laugh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BALLPEN&lt;/span&gt;. May &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planner&lt;/span&gt; ka nga, wala ka namang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ballpen&lt;/span&gt;. Anong pansusulat mo, laway? Hehe. Minsan din pag may mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;furor scribendi&lt;/span&gt;, yung tipong gusto mo lang magsulat tungkol sa kung ano-anong bagay (parang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pen-and-paper version&lt;/span&gt; nitong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pala ako mahilig sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; 'no... pansin n'yo ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-1089791386080752923?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/1089791386080752923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-in-my-bag-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1089791386080752923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/1089791386080752923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-in-my-bag-this-year.html' title='What&apos;s In My Bag This Year'/><author><name>pallida Mors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02886648788485875429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_WJpOfyn0/TaOuUjU1xeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gVqB-7gT8ak/s220/picuplb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_py_q5Rl0Bnk/SVVVNmRDxDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FRui19qsNHc/s72-c/bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020090316459676988.post-5856602863329912604</id><published>2008-12-27T04:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:27:58.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Ah, Pasko. Ano 'yun?</title><content type='html'>Wow, katatapos lang ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Parang, "ay, nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; pala, parang 'di ko naman napansin?" Hehehe. Well, totoo naman eh. Habang tumatanda tayo, nawawalan na ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrill&lt;/span&gt; ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, 'yun ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; ko d'yan. Siguro dahil habang tumatagal eh naghihirap na ang buhay? O dahil habang tumatagal eh hindi na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt; kasi wala ka nang mare-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; na regalo, ikaw pa kamo magreregalo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt; ko, pambata lang talaga ang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Tignan mo ako, nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; sa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; office&lt;/span&gt;. Wow na wow talaga. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First time&lt;/span&gt; ko nag-Pasko na wala sa bahay, tapos hindi pa gaano ka-petiks dahil walang pahinga sa kai-Internet mga Kano. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, ganun talaga. Pero ayos naman eh, nakakain kami ng libre at nakapag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exchange gifts&lt;/span&gt; pa kami. Pero iba parin ang nasa bahay pag Pasko, kano man ka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrate-celebrate&lt;/span&gt; tayo ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, eh parang wala naman tayong pakialam sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrant&lt;/span&gt;. Oo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; daw ni Jesus. Karamihan sa'tin, ang alam lang eh uminom at magpaka-bochog tuwing Pasko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam n'yo ba na dati sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ancient Rome&lt;/span&gt;, meron silang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;festival&lt;/span&gt; tuwing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; na tinatawag na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturnalia&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sol Invictus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturnalia is a feast to honor the Roman god Saturn, the god of agriculture&lt;/span&gt;. Sine-celebrate nila ito &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starting December 17 onwards&lt;/span&gt;. At dahil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harvest-god&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foodtrip&lt;/span&gt; ang mga paganong Romano. Meron din silang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gift-giving&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special markets&lt;/span&gt;, na parang Pasko. May &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speculations&lt;/span&gt; nga na dito nalang sinet ng mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;early Christians&lt;/span&gt; ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas season&lt;/span&gt; para daw maka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adapt&lt;/span&gt; kagad ang mga pagano tutal 'di naman daw talaga alam ang eksaktong araw na pinanganak si Jesus. Parang hindi naman daw kasi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December &lt;/span&gt;talaga, pano malamig daw sa Jerusalem tuwing ganung panahon, maulan at posibleng nagsn-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt; pa, tapos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swaddling clothes&lt;/span&gt; lang ang binalot kay baby Jesus? Sa bagay may&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; powers&lt;/span&gt; naman si Jesus hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most apt&lt;/span&gt; daw ang Pasko sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December 25&lt;/span&gt;, kung kelan ino-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;observe&lt;/span&gt; nila ang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sol Invictus or Unconquerable Sun&lt;/span&gt;. Eh madalas pa namang ina-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allude&lt;/span&gt; kay Jesus ang araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diba para tayong mga Romano pag nag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt; marami pang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paganic influence&lt;/span&gt; ang Pasko eh. Ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Tree, Santa Claus, Yule log, etc.,&lt;/span&gt; may&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; roots from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas"&gt;several non-Christian traditions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Pero hindi na-importante 'yun. Ang mahalaga, dapat alam natin kung bakit natin sine-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; ang isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, nagsalita ang nagsimba nung Pasko! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;Yuck, bakit parang ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt; ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020090316459676988-5856602863329912604?l=fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/feeds/5856602863329912604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/pasko-pascua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5856602863329912604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020090316459676988/posts/default/5856602863329912604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraterpallidamors.blogspot.com/2008/12/pasko-pascua.html' title='Ah, Pasko. 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