<?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-1010960296850629146</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:26:29.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-6247168897109580438</id><published>2009-02-22T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:24:12.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG DREAM</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!! AHOO!! AHOOO!!!..&lt;magtagalog&gt; hahaha punyemas! Nakapagpost na din!! tagal kong hinde napindot itong keyboard namin dahil sa wlang kameng internet ng ilang linggo! haha dameng nanyare at limot ko na ang iba! haha ahhmm..panu ba to...ganito na lng gumgwa kame ng kanta ng banda para sa graduation at malapit na ang prom namin! aun hahaha un ln ang tanda ko sa ngayon! hahahah at normal naman ang mga araw ko...masaya, malungkot, nakakainis, nakakatamad syempre at masya ulit hahaha walang akong masabi putek...aun...ahhmmm...emo muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Everyday i try to search for that new light, a star that never fails to shine, a diamond that never stop from shining, a burden that can crush me to the ground and a loving hand that i can hold on to...but where should i start? i mean do i have to start? or i could just wait, sit, play, and sleep everynight..I believed, i really do believe in you...but where are you? oh yah i forgot...i forgot..i'm sorry...this is not my dream, is this love? is this L-O-V-E???..does it feel good? oh i forgot...sorry i forgot...is this madness??? oh yes this is madness??. but does it feel good? oh sorry i forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why can't you rememeber? ahhh...yeess the question is,, did you even tried to memorize it? or you just don't want to remember it?...oh i'm sorry i forgot...sorry i forgot...again...i forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i still care, i can still rememeber, i still want to watch, i stand still.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow mudrajugher n yan!! hahaha emo!! haha yan muna sa ngaun hahahaha kailangan makbwelo hahaha iwan n naman ako!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-come with me en leev-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-6247168897109580438?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/6247168897109580438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=6247168897109580438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/6247168897109580438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/6247168897109580438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-dream.html' title='LONG DREAM'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-3047749835636780951</id><published>2009-02-01T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:34:00.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELJIE BADE (LGB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYWBiPkuBOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ins6fD9_Mz0/s1600-h/last+poster+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYWBiPkuBOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ins6fD9_Mz0/s400/last+poster+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297782961967334626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYV7WwxHYKI/AAAAAAAAACs/4vQVXlj3J8M/s1600-h/haring+rakim+big+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYV7WwxHYKI/AAAAAAAAACs/4vQVXlj3J8M/s320/haring+rakim+big+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297776167649501346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                              HARING RAKIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYV7Wp5x6bI/AAAAAAAAACk/UKFpy0ZcuFw/s1600-h/haring+rakim+small+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYV7Wp5x6bI/AAAAAAAAACk/UKFpy0ZcuFw/s320/haring+rakim+small+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297776165806795186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HARING RAKIM (first form)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYV7Wo0EQbI/AAAAAAAAACc/qChERhMnw_w/s1600-h/aliguyon+blog+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYV7Wo0EQbI/AAAAAAAAACc/qChERhMnw_w/s320/aliguyon+blog+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297776165514396082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ALIGUYON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYV7Wo_PW9I/AAAAAAAAACU/bTajcwubmcA/s1600-h/itoy+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYV7Wo_PW9I/AAAAAAAAACU/bTajcwubmcA/s320/itoy+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297776165561261010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ITOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This are the results of my every sleepless nights. This is the reason why my eye bags almost cover my cheeks. After I submitted the entries last January 26, 2009 i decided to post my works here, I won't go on so much details about this, but anyway here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si ITOY ang bida sa kwento, ordinaryong bata ngunit itinakda upang gisingin ang kapangyarihan ng sepak takraw na itinago ng ama ni ALIGUYON, Si ALIGUYON naman ay anak ng hari ng pumbakhayon, ito'y isang mahiwagng lugar na kung saan ang mga nilalang na nakatira doon ay biniyayaan ng lakas upang kontrolin ang isa sa mga apat na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elemnto ( apoy, halaman, tubig at hangin) Si RAKIM ay dating matalik na kaibigan ng tatay ni ALIGUYON at nagsilbi sa kaharian nila ALIGUYON at ng kanyang ama. Nagrebelde si RAKIM at gumawa ng knyang sariling kaharian na kanyang pinamumunuan. Kailangan mahanap ni ALIGUYON si ITOY upang magamit ang kapangyarihan ng Sepak Takraw na itinakdang makakatalo sa kapangyarihan ng apoy na pinanghahawakan ni HARING RAKIM. Si ALIGUYON ang tagapagmana ng kapangyarihan at trono ng kanyang ama na nais agawin ng HARING RAKIM. Biniyayaan si ALIGUYON ng kapangyarihan na kontrolin ang mga halaman at mga hayop. Si HARING RAKIM ay may kapangyarihan na gumawa at kontrolin ang elemento ang apoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's enough,  I'm not in the proper mood for this, I just got home from somwhere,  and I'm not feeling well at this time maybe because of too much beer or just tired anyway its not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would like to thank the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My family slamat sa suporta at paninigaw nio haha-&lt;br /&gt;-Some friends who stayed up late so i won't fall asleep while doing this-&lt;br /&gt;-Sir. Raffy Escarda and Ms. Beth Regencia-&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Alan Rendel Sy-&lt;br /&gt;-Sa pamangkin kong si CAROL! hehe she is my inspitation in making this, especially in creating maya which turned out to be itoy-&lt;br /&gt;-My Computer-&lt;br /&gt;-and lastly GOD!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;"hinde ko sinabi sa magulang ko na periodic test namin sa school para magawa ko to, kaya ngaun hinde ko alam kung kailan ko sasabhin na periodicals na eh sa feb 7 kuhaan na ng card huhuhuh"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-3047749835636780951?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/3047749835636780951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=3047749835636780951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/3047749835636780951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/3047749835636780951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/02/haring-rakim-haring-rakim-first-form.html' title='ELJIE BADE (LGB)'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SYWBiPkuBOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ins6fD9_Mz0/s72-c/last+poster+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-163536353946724324</id><published>2009-01-31T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:30:19.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glue on his pants and a moaning bitch in his ears</title><content type='html'>It was already 1am i think, me and my friends decided to sleep in my crib, well we're supposed to make song but all of us are tired and sleepy, but two of my friends are certified hardcore. So as usual they won't let us sleep. since all are backs are facing the floor already, we decided to take some rest, but i can't sleep, either my friends also, so i said " pare boy's talk tau!" we thought that only 3 of us are still awake, un pala one of our friends ay gising pa pala hindi namn alam na he was listening, haha. So here it goes the question was passed from yellow to brown. the question was, "how and when did your first kiss happen"? haha very silly question ei! so at first all of us are laughing everytime a story is told. but when it reaches the brown part, all of us turned into a silent little kid, it was supposed to be a chat focusing on green jokes and detailed experinces. But the Brown story is so old yet ears would still listen everytime the mouth throw the words. Lessons in life filled the room, regrets and promises appeared in our minds. It's a stupid idea of mine to make a chat like that, but we're listening to the stories told by each other. this does not qualify as a post for me, but does it feel good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"binigay ko...wala lng"&lt;br /&gt;         -barely brown-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"akala mo lang un, sa umpisa lang masaya"&lt;br /&gt;         -yellow ranger-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ou pare! no joke tlga! hardcore eh!"&lt;br /&gt;         -hybrid-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dalawang bagay lang naman yan eh, PUSO at PUSON"&lt;br /&gt;          -brown-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"siya lang ang taong mamahalin ko nang ganun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-163536353946724324?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/163536353946724324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=163536353946724324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/163536353946724324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/163536353946724324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/01/glue-on-his-pants-and-moaning-bitch-in.html' title='glue on his pants and a moaning bitch in his ears'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-8399392219139862787</id><published>2009-01-26T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:27:52.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP, LOOK, and listen</title><content type='html'>I can't see a thing, walking....still walking..step right..now left..a bit faster..i stopped with my eyes still closed, with my fingers crossed, with my head looking side to side, and my knees shaking in fear. I can still see you PAIN, I can still smell and feel your deep rotting pain. How did you know I'm still here? How funny ei? after I took my first run, we meet again, yes pain we meet again at the same point where I have left you.But wait, did i even know how did i left you? tell me pain..how? Pain I loved you from the very start i met you, I have learned that loving you was such a hard game to play, but still I kept on playing, you made me cry, you made me grab her again, you turned me back into a child, but pain is this the price I have to pay? Now i sit all alone, still I can't see a thing, I can't see anyone, anyone but you. You're still there, just standing, staring at me, but pain I can't take it anymore, Pain you love me but you don't know who I am, Its also the same thing why I Loved you, everytime i think about you this world falls on me, I'm torn between this life I lead and where i stand. Pain please let me go. But pain no matter how hard I tried I can't escape this things inside. But pain this things will fall apart and you will only be the one who knows. I know everything was just I lie, and how can this love be a good thing? when both my eyes can clearly see  that I'm just a part of your big picture. Tell me pain, am I right? Soon pain you will know how the world can tear you apart, soon pain we will meet again but this time you won't be looking at me. You will be looking for me.. Listen pain the piano plays our song, the first piece i learned, i never knew it would mean so much.. but pain i made promises, I have said things that you might think I have forgotten, but pain i'm a man with true words, a man without any doubt with his words or even himself...but pain i chose this path, a path where i really don't belong. A path where smiles are made just to make everyone laugh, where tears are not allowed, where everyone seems to find someone, But my path was never made for someone like me before you left me....pain this is not for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who are you pain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is like riding a bicycle. You don't fall off unless you       plan to stop peddling".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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;notaboutyou&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/1010960296850629146-8399392219139862787?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/8399392219139862787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=8399392219139862787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/8399392219139862787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/8399392219139862787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/01/stop-look-and-listen.html' title='STOP, LOOK, and listen'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-3836286230627350086</id><published>2009-01-16T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:50:44.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay Tsinelas</title><content type='html'>Ikaw aking kaibigan may tsinelas ka bang suot ngayon? komportable ka ba sa suot mong tsinelas ngaun? aba kung hinde magapalit ka na dahil maraming tsinelas dyan na nais malasap ang iyong paa na puno ng kalyo at pawis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga kapwa kong kalalakihan, naranasan mo ba noong kabataan mo na magsuot ng tsinelas na nagngangalang RAMBO? aba kung hinde sinayang mo ang kabataan mo! ito ay isang uri ng tsinelas na matigas na sa sobrang kapal ay maari mo nang mabutas ang sahig sa tuwing inaapak mo ito sa lupa, kadalasan kulay itim ito at may pulang sabitan ng mga daliri. Sa gilid na parte nito ay makikita mo ang mga kulay na pula, berde, at dilaw, oh di ba reggae ang kulay! pahalang ang direksyon nito at nakapalibot sa gilid ng tsinelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ung rambo? matigas un! parang pag ipinalo mo hinde ln lalatay eh dudugo pa haha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spartan, may naaalala ka ba sa salitang yan? hindi ang pelikulang 300 ang pinapahiwatig ko, ito ay isa pang tsinelas na sumakop sa kaisipan ng mga kabataang lalaki, ngunit nagawa din nitong higupin ang sabaw ng kaisipan ng mga kababaihan lalo na ang mga matatanda ginusto nila itong isuot kesa sa nakaugaliang bakya na yari naman sa matigas na kahoy, makapal din ang bakya mas masakit lang pumalo at lumatay, ngunit hindi nakatutok ngayon ang talata na ito sa bakya, balikan natin muli ang Spartan. Ang SPARTAN ay isang tsinelas na manipis lamang kapag binili, mabilis ito mapudpod pero ang kinaganda naman nito kumpara sa RAMBO ay magaan ito at madalas na ginagamit sa mga larong kalye at sa basketbol na may pustang ice 2bg o libreng merienda...ano ba ang itsura ng SPARTAN? para lamang itong rambo ngunit manipis nga lang at mas maraming kulay pwede mong pagpilian hinde katulad ng rambo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ung spartan naman...lage ko naiwawala un eh kasi walang kwenta at mabilis madumihan, sarap itapon agad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nang lumaon ay nagumpisa nang magsabay-sabay ang ibat ibang klase ng tsinelas, naglabasan na ang maga primayadong uri ng tsinelas at natabunan na ng mga tsinelas na sariling atin, Umangat sa lahat ang tsinelas na JORDAN ito ang tsinelas na kadalasang makikita mo sa mga paa ng "ghetto o hip hop" sila ang mga magkikita mo sa maluluwag ang pananamit at sila din ang may ari ng mga kalsada natin.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ito ay ang tsinelas na sarado ang dulo ngunit nakalabs ang lahat ng daliri mo at may logo ni Michael Jordan na nakabukaka at handa nang dumakdak sa ring.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Minsan ay makintab ito, hindi lamang basta makntab kung hindi ubod ng kintab na maari mo pa itong ikasilaw sa tuwing tatama ang liwanag dito. Hinde lamang si Jordan ang nakalagy sa may harap nito, mayroon ding mga logo ng sapatos na napakaimposibleng gumawang ng tsinelas, halimbawa ng maga ito ay ang NIKE, ADIDAS at kung anu anu pa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Kadalasan ito ay ginagamit lamng bilang panlakad sa kalye at hinde para ipanglaro sa court.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anu nga ba tawag dun? basta hindi ko naransan isuot un, parang masyado nang panget pag dami ako kapareho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINATAMAD NA AKONG PINDUTIN ANG MGA LETRA DITO AT KAILANGAN KO PANG MAGSALIKSIK SA IBAT IBANG URI NG TSINELAS AT ANG MGA NAITULONG NITO SA BANSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--damn, what a post!--&lt;br /&gt;--i'll post the next part of this maybe next week, there are lots of slippers!!--&lt;br /&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/1010960296850629146-3836286230627350086?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/3836286230627350086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=3836286230627350086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/3836286230627350086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/3836286230627350086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/01/buhay-tsinelas.html' title='Buhay Tsinelas'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-8272975404184480850</id><published>2009-01-12T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:11:12.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrienne</title><content type='html'>I can't take this burden anymore, staying up late while finishing my entries, making and drinking tons of coffee just to make this eyes wide open in front of the glowing box. This night is heavy really heavy. I got this never ending problems, and I'm chasing a never ending make-believe things in my head! oh shit the back pain, here it comes biting and piercing my bones and muscles., Anyway the day was totally great, and it's freaking cold outside even inside the house i can still feel the chills. I was about to sleep before i wrote this, i'm a bit dizzy but i still have duties and responsibilities to fulfill, (closing my eyes for a bit)...alright, I think i need to get some rest, i have so much problems in my head and I'm not EMO haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-your not making any sense at all, still you're confused, i want to get you off this skull-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'll never fall in line again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1010960296850629146-8272975404184480850?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/8272975404184480850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=8272975404184480850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/8272975404184480850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/8272975404184480850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/01/adrienne.html' title='Adrienne'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-7987326500348458211</id><published>2009-01-11T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:16:07.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something? or Nothing?</title><content type='html'>Awww...I can't sleep anyway while i'm working on my entry i always listen to this song, nothing special i just like the song, i can relate a bit, so the song is entitled KUNDIMAN, o like the title &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unique ba&lt;/span&gt; haha i don't know who wrote it but silent sancturay plays this songs... so just below this non-sense introduction are the lyrics hope you enjoy it.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNDIMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by: silent sancturay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para kang asukal&lt;br /&gt;Sintamis mong magmahal&lt;br /&gt;Para kang pintura&lt;br /&gt;Buhay ko ikaw ang nagpinta&lt;br /&gt;Para kang unan&lt;br /&gt;Pinapainit mo ang aking tiyan&lt;br /&gt;Para kang kumot na yumayakap&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing ako’y nalulungkot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrain)&lt;br /&gt;Kaya’t wag magtataka&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit ayaw kitang maawala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi man tayo hanggang dulo&lt;br /&gt;Wag mong kalimutan&lt;br /&gt;Nandito lang ako&lt;br /&gt;Laging umaalalay&lt;br /&gt;Di ako lalayo&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang tanging panalangin ko ay ikaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di baleng maghapon umulan&lt;br /&gt;Basta’t ikaw ang sasandalan&lt;br /&gt;Liwanag ng lumulubog na araw&lt;br /&gt;Kay sarap pagmasdan&lt;br /&gt;Lalo na pag nasisinagan ang iyong mukha&lt;br /&gt;Hinding-hindi magsaawa&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko ng magsawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat refrain &amp;amp; chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na, ayoko muna magsalita&lt;br /&gt;Hayaan na muna natin ang hatol ng tadhana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i just felt like happy yet disturbed, i don't know..i need marge---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-7987326500348458211?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/7987326500348458211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=7987326500348458211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/7987326500348458211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/7987326500348458211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-or-nothing.html' title='Something? or Nothing?'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-7587008915338404185</id><published>2009-01-11T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:02:04.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP CALL</title><content type='html'>Damn..this back pain! oh it kills me! i can't stand or even sit for a long time. Anyway its not about the back pain, I didn't came here to press some stupid letters to discuss about my back pain. DAMN here it comes again! "pakshet ansakit tlga!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We don't regret the things we've done, we regret the things that we're supposed to do at that very moment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright let's get this thing started. First, I'm facing the monitor inside this cold and dark room with only the light coming from the monitor serves as my guide in typing my posts. Second, I got fat after our Christmas vacation and guys it's not funny, fuck i hate my body, every time I tried to look at the mirror on our kitchen the first thing you might hear is this..."tangina ang taba ko bwisit!" Third, still and as always I'm confused, in terms of that and this. get it? I got some silly questions in my mind, like why do people change rapidly? Is destiny real? and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;where can I find god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need answers people...be serious...i don't need your stupid opinion. thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for you my friend, thank you so much, thank you for staying with me, i think i made a wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Sleeping is the greatest way to escape, just close your eyes, think of darkness, think of silence, and then there you are, right in the middle of your dreams......just right there"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-7587008915338404185?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/7587008915338404185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=7587008915338404185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/7587008915338404185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/7587008915338404185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/01/wake-up-call.html' title='WAKE UP CALL'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-6616024742649473445</id><published>2009-01-08T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:39:11.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a feeling</title><content type='html'>"So many people have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;Their faces fade as the years go by&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still recall as I wander on&lt;br /&gt;As clear as the sun in the summer sky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         -boston-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When?How?Why?..huh?..what!?, Still..i'm here standing alone in cold feet,.waiting for that shit to happen, but when? is it just in my stupid big head? or is it still inside my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pumping fist&lt;/span&gt;? Get out! Leave me alone! I don't want to feel anything! I'm starting to pity myself!.. but how did you do it? how did you do it so fast? aren't you sincere last time.. are the feelings fake,, or it was just a big bluffing cloud in your head?! I saw vacant spaces in your heart, i saw gaps between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and yourself..not because i saw them it doesn't mean that i have the duty to fill em up, &lt;-----------it's just in my head during our hour..i'm dying,,gently wishing to die in silence, hoping to keep eveything under my bed, HUH?! but i thought,, but you said,,,who is that man?...but.....I need my big pillow, i need marge..i need somthing to make this line smile... now i can't reach you...RUN! night crawler RUN! fuck i want to run!!...SLAP me! punch?! not so hard mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not you or even her...it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Im tired and thinking cold&lt;br /&gt;I hide in my music, forget the day&lt;br /&gt;And dream of a girl I used to know&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and she slipped away&lt;br /&gt;She slipped awa y. she slipped away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..its more than a feeling...yet frail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sensles-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-6616024742649473445?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/6616024742649473445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=6616024742649473445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/6616024742649473445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/6616024742649473445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-than-feeling.html' title='More than a feeling'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-4333258974571281230</id><published>2009-01-02T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:35:20.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Conquered the City of Stars</title><content type='html'>It was a bright and sunny day, a perfect day to celebrate our victory! After our band won the 1st place in the Battle of the Bands of our school we decided to celebrate as a group instead of dividing the money into five. So we planned to have fun in STAR CITY after having lunch in the Mall of Asia. well here are some pics on that very special day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV88rn4m6_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/-R_qgEjuXsM/s1600-h/Image039.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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV88rn4m6_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/-R_qgEjuXsM/s320/Image039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287011207694707698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV88rhpGiRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NlQfhkboQzk/s1600-h/Image018.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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV88rhpGiRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NlQfhkboQzk/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287011206019057938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV88rcBJtWI/AAAAAAAAABs/h9qhStiIOhU/s1600-h/Image014.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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV88rcBJtWI/AAAAAAAAABs/h9qhStiIOhU/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287011204509316450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV8711TLSpI/AAAAAAAAABk/mJqt9PnRMA4/s1600-h/Image008.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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV8711TLSpI/AAAAAAAAABk/mJqt9PnRMA4/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010283582868114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV871wmQOWI/AAAAAAAAABc/yDdbuKHwYz4/s1600-h/Image005.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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV871wmQOWI/AAAAAAAAABc/yDdbuKHwYz4/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010282320705890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV871oJzwaI/AAAAAAAAABU/mxZNY7csyvQ/s1600-h/Image003.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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV871oJzwaI/AAAAAAAAABU/mxZNY7csyvQ/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010280053916066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV871cKTH5I/AAAAAAAAABM/XWDXu2Vv1hg/s1600-h/Image000.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/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV871cKTH5I/AAAAAAAAABM/XWDXu2Vv1hg/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010276834746258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh before I forgot our so called field trip happened last December 28 2008,  Sorry mates if this post came late in your boxes, I didn't have so much time for this. Anyway it was so much fun we enjoyed everything with my sister, and everything wouldn't be perfect without Mr. Lord Windle Tina haha he is a one big sack of shit (joke)..I just can't believe that he took a pee on the walls of the snow world, yeah! he actually painted his urine on the walls made out from ice! I'm really not in the good mood for posting this, that is why i didn't go on so much details about our trip, So i think thats it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mejo bitin nga lang tinatamad tlga kasi ako eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-4333258974571281230?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/4333258974571281230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=4333258974571281230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/4333258974571281230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/4333258974571281230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-conquered-city-of-stars.html' title='We Conquered the City of Stars'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SV88rn4m6_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/-R_qgEjuXsM/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-1277347674716719997</id><published>2008-12-30T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:08:26.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A desperate stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SVnWnAAry3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nnBV6dk34nE/s1600-h/index00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SVnWnAAry3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nnBV6dk34nE/s200/index00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285491603202100082" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ito ang appetizer sa movie hopping ko.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SVnWS6J8lZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7sz1D78WxaA/s1600-h/desperadas+poster+0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SVnWS6J8lZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7sz1D78WxaA/s200/desperadas+poster+0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285491258032952722" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                 "Ito ang main dish at dessert, ang bangis ng cast haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas day our family went to SM mega to celebrate Christmas for the 2nd time and to watch some movies. We didn't watch the same movie, we all got separated to our respective movie houses. Me and my sister first watched "DAYO" this movie was made by our own filipino animators. Damn proudly pinoy yan! I'm not expecting too much on this movie because obviously our country can't produce a high quality full 3d animated film, like Shrek, Finding Nemo, or even Bolt. The movie is a mixed 2d and 3d animation, and dubbed by the voices of Pokwang, Johnny Delgado, Michael V. etc.. After the launching of "URDUJA" this movie serves as the next punch of our animators to the viewers and to the public. The story of Dayo is really great, they also showed some of our local myths and legends, Like the Tikbalang, Kapre, Mananaggal and the Tiyanaks! The Whole movie focused on how a weak and simple kid named Bubuy is gonna save his lolo and lola from the hands of an evil monster, together with him is a young mananaggal named Anna, together they will face a series of challenges just to get the right ingredients for the potion that will save his grandparents before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhausting game playing  in timezone I eventually rushed to the next movie, The 4 $ophisticated Ladies are back! with new problems, new blessings and a new half sister! DESPERADAS brings a new stuff on the big screen, not only because it shows lots of skin or green jokes, its because, behind the luxurious and wealthy life of the four sisters they still have huge problems to handle which includes their financial life, family, or even their own personal sex life haha lol!.Anyway the film was just like the first DESPARADAS movie only theres a new family member played by Ogie Alcasid in the name of "Lugaluda Lugalu" haha i like her name (joke) she appears to be the oldest among the 4, I can't remember anything about her history but one thing is for sure, she is really ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the mall whole day, I almost made myself bankrupt, haha I can't help buying new stuffs. Well i guess that's all, right from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P.S.- wala akong makitang movie poster ng desperadas at nakktmad maghagilap&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/1010960296850629146-1277347674716719997?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/1277347674716719997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=1277347674716719997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/1277347674716719997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/1277347674716719997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2008/12/desperate-stranger.html' title='A desperate stranger'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SVnWnAAry3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nnBV6dk34nE/s72-c/index00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-715045323136833017</id><published>2008-12-22T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:18:09.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK en ROLL pare!!</title><content type='html'>PUTANG INA GAME NA!!! haha, This is the night we all been waiting, the first Battle of the Bands of our school!!..so tune your guitars, prepare your drumsticks and get those vocal cords well heated, because your band is next on stage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wala ln, walang mailgay n kalokohan eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this video was taken last Decemeber 19, 2008, the contest was held on the school's ground. The event was a great success, with 8 bands qualified for the final round the batlle of the bands was all ready completed and prepared for a big rock and roll event! Our band reached the top 1 during the eliminations (yebbah! angas!) haha and luckily we won the FIRST PLACE on the finals of the batlle of the bands! yehey with 5k cash haha so without further introductions this is our video last December 19, 2008.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_TZqiIGlgk&amp;amp;hl=en&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/Z_TZqiIGlgk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ako ung lead guitarist jan hehehe ung kulay pula ang guitara ahh hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-715045323136833017?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/715045323136833017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=715045323136833017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/715045323136833017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/715045323136833017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-en-roll-pare.html' title='ROCK en ROLL pare!!'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-6784500593364043659</id><published>2008-12-20T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:21:06.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overslept</title><content type='html'>Damn it's been a long time since i posted my last crap here! anyway for the past month, nothing special happened but for this month of December my world started to change from a real life that's full of shit to a very incredible parade of anime! Last December 14, 2008, our school was assigned to make a production number for the PASKOTITAP which was held every year. I was one of the students selected to present, perform and participate on a death march ( sakit sa paa!) we walked from Tiendesitas going to the Pasig City Hall and seriously it wasn't funny at all! my whole body nearly collapsed during that walk, but our float was a certified eye catcher even though it didn't matched with our costumes, the lights and the float itself made a great success! oh before i forgot our teacher in MAPEH and CAT coslplayed goku on that day! hahaha he looked like an idiot honestly! no offense sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Band won the 1st place on the batlle of bands held last December 19, 2008, we also won the individual awards except for our drummer..awww.. too bad. but that it doesn't matter anymore because our band received a trophy and an envelope with 5,000 php! The night was really fun! i got plenty of errors during some licks but we still won! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next..next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about our drummer he was one of the contestants on the pageant last December 18,2008 unluckily for him he didn't won, but at least he reached the top five, he did his best for the pageant no doubt about that.."aux ln yan pare"&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll i guess thats it. i can't remember anything special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know i can, i just can't"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-6784500593364043659?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/6784500593364043659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=6784500593364043659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/6784500593364043659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/6784500593364043659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2008/12/overslept.html' title='Overslept'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-4068010619358203160</id><published>2008-11-13T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:23:54.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitiled</title><content type='html'>I just got home from an exhausting practice at my school and here I am typing another post for my blog again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started, I'll start with you, since you're reading this I want you to answer my question, what's the difference between bitterness and anger? because I think bitterness is being negative and unconsciously making the past worst for you and for the others even though you had a great time with those moments. And anger i think there's no explanation for this, but anger is just a feeling of stress and disappointment for a person or a certain action. I don't if I have defined those words correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my colleagues asked me about their "lablayp", I really don't know why they always come to me and then started asking advices and then they will start to ask some questions about my own personal life. haha I love what I'm doing, and it's somewhat weird, because I really like it when they ask me about their problems. oh shit i'm full of crap! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"cenxa na kau wala ako maisip n ilgay dito eh hahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-dumb individuals-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-4068010619358203160?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/4068010619358203160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=4068010619358203160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/4068010619358203160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/4068010619358203160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitiled.html' title='Untitiled'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-1053940412921993780</id><published>2008-11-07T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:21:14.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Its just figures, don't worry"</title><content type='html'>Another grading period has ended and as usual i got another failing grade.(sigh*). Maybe because I'm just lazy and everything or some circumstances just made me feel like this. My parents usually yell at me every time I come home with failing grades. I really hate my school honestly, I am one of the pioneers of our school, obviously every experiment that the administration has to do will be conducted on us and that's a big bullshit! I don't blame the school for my grades, because I know within my self that i have some mistakes for every low score i made for the past grading periods. Anyway I must be going home now but its still raining cats and dogs outside of Allan's crib so i decided to make another post on his computer. This post sucks, it really suck! Those numbers are just figures, it only represent my past but it doesn't show what my future is gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-material girl-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-1053940412921993780?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/1053940412921993780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=1053940412921993780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/1053940412921993780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/1053940412921993780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-just-figures-dont-worry.html' title='&quot;Its just figures, don&apos;t worry&quot;'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-5126649761597292713</id><published>2008-11-06T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:07:43.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TREASURE CHEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SRLfxXIYlSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cbe422JXjrg/s1600-h/image001%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SRLfxXIYlSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cbe422JXjrg/s320/image001%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265516953465296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this picture already made you laugh, but this thing is hilarious! I'm just browsing some files in my fathers desktop then suddenly I accidentally found this picture. As you can see on the right side of the picture, an old woman is trying to get rid of her itchy underarm (yuck) but i think she forgot that she's not wearing any bra at that time, obviously what do you expect! haha! Her "Treasure Chest" just appeared on the screen, luckily Willie Revilliame was busy entertaining the audience of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Wowowee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if Willie saw this I don't know what's gonna happen next maybe he's gonna say " Ui Lola! anu yan?! suso mo ba yun? hahaha" joke! hehe anyway hope you had a great time looking at this picture! Damn it really touched my humor! haha "ASTIG KA LOLA, ANG TIGATIG MO!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-share your smile to everyone!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-5126649761597292713?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/5126649761597292713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=5126649761597292713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/5126649761597292713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/5126649761597292713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-know-if-this-picture-already.html' title='TREASURE CHEST'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SRLfxXIYlSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cbe422JXjrg/s72-c/image001%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-6497434359800758502</id><published>2008-11-05T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:33:34.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SRGfrtHuIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hg9ZsUhDQas/s1600-h/ate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SRGfrtHuIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hg9ZsUhDQas/s320/ate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265165012567990322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dropping by guys. Anyway this my latest work i think. I created this for the 18th birthday of my sister. This is called "Vector Art", this stuff is so much fun even though it took me 2 weeks to finish my first vector art but i really enjoyed it, but i think it only took me 3 days to finish this picture. It has a very long process before you can finish a crap like this. Nothing important about this, just sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kapag may tiyaga, wala pa ring nilaga"&lt;br /&gt;-how sad =(-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-6497434359800758502?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/6497434359800758502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=6497434359800758502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/6497434359800758502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/6497434359800758502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-dropping-by-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4Doy-9aRho/SRGfrtHuIDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hg9ZsUhDQas/s72-c/ate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-297288358574735332</id><published>2008-11-03T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:44:34.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man in green polo with metal legs</title><content type='html'>I woke up 6am last October 26 2008, it was a cold morning and I'm getting ready for my morning routine, as of what i remembered I'm wearing a white boracay shirt, may green jogging pants and my very old sneakers=). I started to stretch some muscles before i ride my bicycle on that day. Then in just a minute i started to kick that pedal and ride my way to the garden to get into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home my father immediately told me to get dressed because I'm going to take my entrance test in UST (University of Santo Tomas). When my brain absorbed that sentence a big FUCK (the word fuck ei) in my head appeared! But my sister told me to stay calm because that test was very easy when she taked the exams and luckily she passed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to  UST, out of boredom i strated to pick my cellphone and started texting friends. nothing important in my texting mania but it really helped in making my blood pressure back to normal. anyway back to my life, me and my father reached the campus at exactly 12:30am. Damn it was a hell of a taxi trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran on the line as fast as i could, when we entered the room it was freaking cold! I can feel those chills in my bones. then I started to look around the room to see if there is any safe spot, But shit when my proctor arrives, he started calling surnames and what the hell, I'm on the first column and it was very close to the air conidtioner. The Test started at exactly 2:05pm, honestly the test is easy, it didn't took me so long to answer some questions. Then when the main exams are over he started asking "sino ang mga CFAD dito?" I raised my hand gently thinking it was kinda cute! haha! then he said " The CFAD and the architecture examiners will remain to take some drawing exams" Oh shit! i really wanna go home but for the sake of my course I must stay and take the exams. But when i'm taking the exam there are things that I learned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes we know that things or something exists even though we don't see them, we really know within ourselves that those things really exists. It's like a feeling that we tend to hide from the others&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but still they can say that the feeling is still there even though you don't show it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And some things are meant to be hidden to make things right&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder where did this things came from. Actually the exam contains 3d figures in which i have to choose one that will match the flat figure. When I'm answering that exam i observed that some items don't show all the shaded parts but if u really analyze the figure, it will show the correct one...maybe some things are meant to be hidden to make things right and better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"THE MAN IN GREEN POLO WITH METAL LEGS"= "PROCTOR OF MY EXAM IN UST"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!GOODNIGHT!&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/1010960296850629146-297288358574735332?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/297288358574735332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=297288358574735332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/297288358574735332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/297288358574735332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-in-green-polo-with-metal-legs.html' title='The man in green polo with metal legs'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010960296850629146.post-4500616056776276355</id><published>2008-10-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:48:51.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Over</title><content type='html'>This is not my 1st post actually, i have posted many things before i created this new blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Goodnight"&lt;/span&gt; you can read this word o my header, I choose this title because many things are perfect for the night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt; is a very mysterious creation of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, we know it's dark out there and the only light we can see is the moon up above those black skies but still our miserable lives goes on. Some of us might be afraid of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;, but its not the darkness and the absence of light we're afraid of, its what you can feel inside it and the mystery of being part of it.The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; shines but yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;darkness&lt;/span&gt; prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What does the night have that the day does not? What if the darkness doesn't shine for another night? wouldn't it be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog and Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have deleted my old posts&lt;br /&gt;including the special ones,&lt;br /&gt;so this is a new start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010960296850629146-4500616056776276355?l=littlebigbro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/feeds/4500616056776276355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010960296850629146&amp;postID=4500616056776276355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/4500616056776276355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010960296850629146/posts/default/4500616056776276355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebigbro.blogspot.com/2008/10/start-over.html' title='Start Over'/><author><name>FaiRLadY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09596962946865637849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
