<?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-11509407</id><updated>2011-08-01T20:03:56.744+08:00</updated><category term='others'/><category term='ondoy'/><category term='iep'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='futsal'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='world youth day'/><category term='beer'/><category term='the o.c.'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='movies'/><category term='school of economics'/><category term='st.scholastica college manila'/><category term='ketsana'/><category term='finney'/><category term='jeepney'/><category term='eastwood'/><category term='limp bizkit'/><category term='88.;3'/><category term='hunger'/><category term='electrico'/><category term='philippines'/><category term='manila polo club'/><category term='typhoon'/><category term='simpsons'/><category term='bicol'/><category term='EDI congress ushers'/><category term='travel'/><category term='holw week'/><category term='sad...'/><category term='freshstart 07'/><category term='up statistics'/><category term='video'/><category term='high school'/><category term='dj mojo jojo'/><category term='bea'/><category term='jerbax'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='fest'/><category term='schoolworks'/><category term='vanity'/><category term='mahahabang kwento'/><category term='sembreak'/><category term='hell week'/><category term='crap talk'/><category term='theory'/><category term='jam'/><category term='debut'/><category term='enchanted kingdom'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='patty laurel'/><category term='too vague'/><category term='camera'/><category term='sunflower day camp'/><category term='spiderman'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='kari byron'/><category term='mythbusters'/><category term='eucharistic procession'/><category term='transformers'/><category term='pathways'/><category term='incubus'/><category term='rants'/><category term='party'/><category term='college'/><category term='uap'/><category term='music'/><category term='rock with you'/><category term='anberlin'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='tapa king'/><category term='desperate housewives'/><category term='toilet'/><category term='i-mic'/><category term='magic 89.9'/><category term='movie'/><category term='drip'/><category term='rain'/><category term='UP'/><category term='cartel'/><category term='random stuff'/><category term='s2000'/><category term='supertyphoon egay'/><category term='popular'/><category term='EDI congress'/><category term='nel'/><category term='china'/><category term='series'/><category term='gamehouse'/><category term='uap women&apos;s basketball'/><category term='geekhood'/><category term='up dharma down'/><category term='colbie caillat.'/><title type='text'>love lost in the shuffle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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>399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-1490630047527612325</id><published>2009-12-31T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:44:49.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays</title><content type='html'>merry christmas and happy new year, dear readers (na hanggang ngayon pinagduduhan ko kung may nagbabasa man talaga).
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i am going to reward this blog for sticking with me for five years. and what would that be?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
of course, a new blog. (sabog na nito shit.) hahaha
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i'm really close to accomplishing it. i made a new email for it. i have the topics in mind. but the greatest problem is what should i name it. i need help. probably, i'd "launch" it next year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Happy holidays, people. get fat. but don't burn the holiday fats. 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Again, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-1490630047527612325?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1490630047527612325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1490630047527612325' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1490630047527612325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1490630047527612325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='happy holidays'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-754333371160637952</id><published>2009-12-29T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:42:31.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new blog</title><content type='html'>i'm actually thinking of making a new blog. this time it would be, i guess, better for the simple reason that the topics are limited - unlike this one, very random and personal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i'm thinking of making a blog about recent economic news(and my take on them)+music+art+random cool stuff. it's like going to stumbleupon+swiss-miss+the cool hunter+the economist (okay, feeling). i guess the economic part's kinda off. but i just wanna practice what i've been learning in my (under)graduate studies. about the others, i've been digging on them lately.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

or let's just say that this blog would be very cool. and serious too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

however, there are constraints. with my really really light load, this would be a hassle. plus, the topics are kinda sabog - like i don't know who's my target market. and what would this blog actually be for? hmm. help help help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-754333371160637952?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/754333371160637952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=754333371160637952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/754333371160637952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/754333371160637952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-blog.html' title='a new blog'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3627820811729276555</id><published>2009-12-25T04:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:47:58.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas na lang.</title><content type='html'>first of all, merry christmas to all of you(which i hope there's someone out there who's reading this). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

second, i just wanted to say that this is (for lack of a better term) worst christmas. ever since the media started counting down last september, i've felt that this is not the christmas that i've been waiting for - unlike when i was a kid. so many things has happened this year. from natural to personal calamities. though yesterday, which usually is the highlight of the holiday, should be fun, it turned out to be bad. as much as i want to share it all to you(my hypothetical reader), i just would like to summarize it into a "crappy day" coz' things didn't turn out the way it should be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

okay, enough with the rant. or maybe not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

christmas should always be about celebrating His existence here on earth and how He saved us all. yes, i know that it should really be the case. but because of my hedonistic ways (or the way i thought of things as i grew up), that does not carry much of my sentiments towards christmas. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

christmas, for me, is a time for (my) family to bond. starting from the yearly eve &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;merienda/cena &lt;/span&gt;'til the noche buena at midnight to the waking up at breakfast of the eve's leftover food. but as years pass by, i think, though the quantity of the chances of getting it into reality is constantly increasing, its quality diminishes by the same amount (and i hope you'd get my economic analogy). i suddenly felt that the opportunity cost's been increasing rapidly and no one has noticed it yet (i.e., to post and say it out loud in a blog) except for me (welcome to egocentric arjay).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

or maybe, i can safely say that we're in the critical stage of production (of making every christmas genuinely happy). i mean, just a step forward, we're going to experience diminishing marginal returns - that as we make more efforts to achieve it, happiness in return decreases. and i don't want this to happen. yeah, i know what you're probably thinking right now. maybe i am in denial. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

seriously, enough with the rants. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

all i wanted to say is that i wish i could still feel (yep, i know christmas isn't just about feeling it) the same way sentiments back in days - when i would be happy during christmas not only due to opening of gifts but by opening myself to my family and by learning more things from them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i guess that would do for my christmas post. merry christmas na lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3627820811729276555?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3627820811729276555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3627820811729276555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3627820811729276555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3627820811729276555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-na-lang.html' title='merry christmas na lang.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-6836047674947451317</id><published>2009-12-23T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:38:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should be happy. yeah, i think i am. physically i guess.&lt;br&gt;

but something's wrong. this should not be happening, right now.&lt;br&gt;

should i like it? that i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-6836047674947451317?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/6836047674947451317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=6836047674947451317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6836047674947451317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6836047674947451317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-should-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-2835281055422544719</id><published>2009-11-24T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:59:55.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the news is really depressing. i never thought that people from the same race could do such thing. this could be one of the worst news ever reported.

i am hoping that justice would be served.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-2835281055422544719?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/2835281055422544719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=2835281055422544719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2835281055422544719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2835281055422544719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/11/news-is-really-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7112921700072360374</id><published>2009-11-11T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:43:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so who's gonna watch you die?</title><content type='html'>"love is watching someone die,&lt;br /&gt;
so who's gonna watch you die."&lt;br /&gt;
- what sarah said by death cab for cutie&lt;br /&gt;
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the video made me reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

how much are we really willing to sacrifice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

when your efforts are not recognized, are we willing to repeat them, again and again? just for a single glance? or an (in)sincere clap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

should we blame them for our non-existence? or we only got our selves to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

are our sacrifices really worthy? should we consider what they are going to say? how are they going to react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

are we alleviated from hurt by sacrificing ourselves for others? are they alleviated from hurt by sacrificing ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7112921700072360374?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7112921700072360374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7112921700072360374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7112921700072360374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7112921700072360374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-whos-gonna-watch-you-die.html' title='so who&apos;s gonna watch you die?'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4374183040520299120</id><published>2009-11-10T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:37:16.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sort of hate twitter becoz it made long posts not worth reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4374183040520299120?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4374183040520299120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4374183040520299120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4374183040520299120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4374183040520299120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-sort-of-hate-twitter-becoz-it-made.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-6332128632643768920</id><published>2009-11-10T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:36:16.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>lunch and travelling</title><content type='html'>during the first sem, my brother and i have been going to our mother's office to have lunch. with lunches spent at mom's place, i get to a)save since transpo to her place is cheaper than the food i eat at school and b)to eat more delicious food. 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
these serve also as escape. i get a break from my blockmates and barkada at school but it's not that i don't want to be with them (though sometimes, i do... labo). i tend to forget my school works, except for the time when i went to see mom and research at an agency near her office, which drains every ounce of me (okay, drama).
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so yesterday, i heard my brother on the phone with my mom telling her that he would be spending lunch with her again. since i was done with enlistment and bored, i told him that i would be going too. 
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can i just say that i like riding trains? ahaha anyway,i got off at katipunan to ride the train to recto. i feel like i'm really cool coz i was reading a book the whole time. okay, feeling intelligent. 
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fastforward... lunch was okay, had a burger which i have been craving for lately. my brother let my mom taste fro-yo. fastforward again. when we got to her office, i got really bored. so i decided to go somewhere. 
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and my feet brought me to makati business district. 
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i really like going to ayala center spontaneously. and my favorite time would be around 4:30pm onwards, when i get to see working boys and girls on their way home or rushing to be on time with their graveyard shift. along ayala ave., i get to see a good mix of people whom i shall be meeting someday when i work at makati business district. 
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besides the fort, i have a soft spot for greenbelt. it must be the "peaceful" environment when compared to other malls. so i spent almost two hours walking around and when i paused and sat down on a bench outside, i began to wonder, why is it that near our house, we don't have a park that's comparable to greenbelt. okay, maybe i'm just inspired by the favorite spot of tom (500 Days of Summer). ahahah
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i also learned from this wandering that a bus ride from ayala to philcoa on a monday night rush hour will take you an a hour and a half. also, it's better to get a bus at edsa under the mrt station than at ayala since buses at the latter are mostly crowded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-6332128632643768920?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/6332128632643768920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=6332128632643768920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6332128632643768920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6332128632643768920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/11/lunch-and-travelling.html' title='lunch and travelling'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4577440955078607017</id><published>2009-11-01T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:18:48.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sembreak na!!! wohooo...

what to do? what to do?

it's getting stranger, everyday. thanks to technology. strange in a funny way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4577440955078607017?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4577440955078607017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4577440955078607017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4577440955078607017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4577440955078607017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/11/sembreak-na-wohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4997269693172019632</id><published>2009-10-23T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:59:03.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wanna share, i feel like i'm back to my high school ways. walang improvement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4997269693172019632?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4997269693172019632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4997269693172019632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4997269693172019632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4997269693172019632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-wanna-share-i-feel-like-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-920041886140321783</id><published>2009-09-30T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:45:59.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ondoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typhoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketsana'/><title type='text'>on ondoy</title><content type='html'>okay, ondoy has left already. the damage it has left us is really too much. because of the floods+mud, the whole metro's blanketed with dust and heaps of trashes. telling that it's not a sight to see is TRULY an understatement (or an understatement of an understatement.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i'm glad that both public and private sector has mobilized. a few weeks ago, facebook was flooded with photo tags. but now, it is also flooded with initiatives coming from anyone lending their hands to help the victims of ondoy. twitter has been the means of the tweeple to communicate with relatives in and out of the country. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i just noticed that private efforts are more visible and felt than the government's action. it be really a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gasgas&lt;/span&gt; already to speak of the government lacking the means and measures during this time of trouble. focus, help and proper recognition should be given to individuals who are willing to help. i just hope that this movement of ours would be felt too during elections since we realized now that we have so much to do with our country. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

and that's all. let's pray for the families who lost their loved ones due to ondoy's onslaught and the nation's recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-920041886140321783?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/920041886140321783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=920041886140321783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/920041886140321783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/920041886140321783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-ondoy.html' title='on ondoy'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7726434810470593885</id><published>2009-09-16T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:29:34.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open letter to you</title><content type='html'>You,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i just want to know, what happened? is there something wrong with you and me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i just feel weird when i'm around you, coz you make it feel like it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

has there been a drastic change? i haven't, i guess.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i could have said something wrong and not conscious about it, but i guess you could have let me know about it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

sincerely,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7726434810470593885?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7726434810470593885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7726434810470593885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7726434810470593885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7726434810470593885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-letter-to-you.html' title='open letter to you'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4165306610529280741</id><published>2009-09-07T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:56:14.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's up with this friend? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

she kept me online til this hour. talking about music, and other stuff. well, i guess that's the answer. i'm starting to like our conversations. it's been years na puro music lang ang pinag-uusapan ng ganito katagal. matagal-tagal na rin talaga. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i actually never expected that we have a common ground. almost the same type of music.and a little bit when it comes to film. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i smell trouble...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4165306610529280741?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4165306610529280741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4165306610529280741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4165306610529280741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4165306610529280741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-up-with-this-friend-she-kept-me.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3818746582340808685</id><published>2009-09-06T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:10:19.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that session, sir alexis</title><content type='html'>sir,

i would like to thank you for making me more open to films. i can still remember the time when you substituted our prof for around three to four sessions. those sessions when i wished that i should have taken your course. the session when you let us watch the short, entitled cataract/or katarakt - that until now, i haven't found online and haven't thought of the spelling. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

but that session, that session. it opened me to become more appreciative of short and/or indie films. i had always dreamed of becoming a film-maker; trying my best when i was in high school to come up with an "indie" film, coz i once thought that a short indie film is totally pointless, it's a film that you feel like you doing. and after that session, i was completely wrong. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

that session,sir. a short film, or any film i believe (unless it's made by a director not worthy of any "prestigious" government award)is not just about making one. malabo, i know. there should always be a point (or a point about being pointless). films are not done out of whims. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

that session, i guessed, was conspired by the heavens to teach me that films are done in a very complex manner. that films should be seen with a really wide and open eyes - leaving all biases. tremendous amount of effort is used to produce a combination of stills. though you try to hide the meaning, it should be understood well by the audience. completely different to my point of view. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

that session, though may be seen as little of little importance but to me it means a lot. i would try my best to make myself not to believe that you are now lost and gone forever. cause you are not. your legacy would continue.

mabuhay ang pelikulang filipino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3818746582340808685?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3818746582340808685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3818746582340808685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3818746582340808685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3818746582340808685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-session-sir-alexis.html' title='that session, sir alexis'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5373575125891118441</id><published>2009-08-26T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:33:40.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yehey for me</title><content type='html'>i finally got my laptop, an hp mini 1109TU . ehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

no more turtle-like nights when i have to walk from school to the shuttle service line.
no more crappy-half-an-inch-thick line (or dead pixel) on the screen.
no more ten minute waiting (or booting) period.
no more shitty not-responding programs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

but despite the bad times, i'm glad and really thankful that i was able to have a notebook during college. thanks, ma, pa and ate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5373575125891118441?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5373575125891118441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5373575125891118441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5373575125891118441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5373575125891118441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/08/yehey-for-me.html' title='yehey for me'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-6153162170424552321</id><published>2009-08-19T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:22:06.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>astig.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cL9Wu2kWwSY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cL9Wu2kWwSY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;


from swiss-miss.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-6153162170424552321?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/6153162170424552321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=6153162170424552321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6153162170424552321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6153162170424552321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/08/astig.html' title='astig.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5656599265493112084</id><published>2009-07-29T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:34:45.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>oh wednesday</title><content type='html'>i have a hate/love relationship with my wednesday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i love it coz it's my break. i hate it coz it's my research break. i can rest from my other subjects but i have to research for my research seminar industry analysis (ahaha redundant!). why do they have to call it a break (which also means rest)? so you have a break(or rest) for you to research, come on! ahaha weak argument, i know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i love it coz it's my break. i hate it coz i feel like a kid every wednesday. reminisce ng pagkabata. laro sa labas ng bahay 'pag 4:30 ng hapon.then on my favorite radio station, they're playing the classics. or i'm just gonna youtube music videos. in short, unproductive. hay, i have to mature! as what my prof would say, i need to focus, focus, focus, focus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

anyway, gotta leave. off to school (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5656599265493112084?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5656599265493112084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5656599265493112084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5656599265493112084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5656599265493112084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-wednesday.html' title='oh wednesday'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-6609343697105434726</id><published>2009-07-07T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:35:44.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new project</title><content type='html'>i'm not talking about my res.sem paper or any school stuff.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i'm planning to open another blog. but this time, it would be themed, i promise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 

but with the demands of my 18-unit-less-than-last-sem-but-more-agonizing load, i think i can't do it now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

sem break siguro. hintay na lang. ehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-6609343697105434726?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/6609343697105434726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=6609343697105434726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6609343697105434726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6609343697105434726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-project.html' title='new project'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-413522693531658326</id><published>2009-07-07T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:36:09.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>oohhh... 400th post</title><content type='html'>wow, 400th post. congrats to me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

hmm... i, as ususal, don't know what to say. 

but let me start by saying that i'm starting to like iep, just now. there's an overflow of values to learn. industrial analysis, micro, macro/finance, math stat, work soc. but there's "discipline, dedication and determination"  also - my prof must have encapsulated it well. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

entering into the fourth year made me realize some more important things. life towards graduation. life after graduation. another degree? law school? career? this made me feel like a clear example of what my prof's been telling us: we're too young (or perhaps, immature) to go to the graduate school. a little boy trapped in a man's environment (because some institution made us so), so helpless to get out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i have been really thinking of getting another degree, but that doesn't mean imma shift to another course. after iep siguro. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

on my solitary trips to and from school, i have been trying to philosophize my life. i wanna clearly describe my life into one phrase or fragment or sentence that could really make go "oohh, how profound! i never thought this kid would have thought of it!" haha. impossible, really impossible. this pagpipilit only makes me regret the things i should have done, remember all of my mistakes (and also my happy moments), etc. but i'm actually loving it. ehehe &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

so there, i tried talking out loud(on my blog). congrats to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-413522693531658326?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/413522693531658326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=413522693531658326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/413522693531658326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/413522693531658326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/07/oohhh-400th-post.html' title='oohhh... 400th post'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7320801386193145834</id><published>2009-06-30T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:53:59.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock with you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><title type='text'>r.i.p. mj</title><content type='html'>this is my tribute, posting my favorite song. this may not be the best video or this may not have the coolest choreography but, i believe, the best mj song. 


&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ey_fowOcRxA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ey_fowOcRxA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;



and i haven't seen him performed this live(as if i have a chance). 

mj, rest in peace. 

thank you for the music that you brought and that has influenced others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7320801386193145834?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7320801386193145834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7320801386193145834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7320801386193145834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7320801386193145834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj.html' title='r.i.p. mj'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-8379871562970066843</id><published>2009-06-15T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:36:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super random shit</title><content type='html'>i don't know what to write right now. just let me talk endlessly til i find myself getting a topic. hearing stars' song entitled 'personal' got me into 'my mood.' i don't know how to put this feeling exactly but it's feeling really empty, you seem to be restless and you want to do something that would make you feel that you're going somewhere. hmm. i think blogging is not the solution, coz this post is totally pointless, unless i make some efforts. however, the sound of rain and cool wind blowing from the window would leave you staring outside (though i don't have a good view outside). could posting a pointless/directionless blog lead me somewhere? i really wanna be serious with all the things i'm doing but i don't look like that i wanna be. i just noticed that what i have been contradicting what i have been saying. am i crazy or what? help. again, i call for help but i reject the hand reaching out for me. or maybe i am in a delirious state that i don't actually see a hand. who knows? coz i don't even know a thing right now. phoenix - love for granted is playing right now. what do i wanna do with the song? try my very best to relate with the song and feel like a crap afterward? i wanna get over with this feeling but something's pulling me back. it's my unfinished business. whoa. did i just call it a business? yes, i did. crap. i'm too coward to face it or maybe there's just no way to get of it. damn. i still don't know what i've been saying. this is not helping. hello. hello. do i feel really cool right now? i'm fine with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-8379871562970066843?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/8379871562970066843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=8379871562970066843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8379871562970066843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8379871562970066843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-random-shit.html' title='super random shit'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7286522399004498574</id><published>2009-06-02T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:40:25.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on blogging.</title><content type='html'>and again, i made some changes. i do hope you notice them, again.

hmm... i'm trying to understand the language of blog templates, so if ever you know a lot, please, share thy knowledge. 

i want to change the background picture but i don't know what to put and what template would fit the picture/art that i would be putting. 

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staying at here at home bores me to death but thanks to blogs, they made my stay here more enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7286522399004498574?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7286522399004498574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7286522399004498574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7286522399004498574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7286522399004498574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-blogging.html' title='on blogging.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-6737909012282349310</id><published>2009-05-31T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:20:33.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just made some changes on my blog. ehehe

i hope you notice it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-6737909012282349310?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/6737909012282349310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=6737909012282349310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6737909012282349310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6737909012282349310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-made-some-changes-on-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-790785742021415987</id><published>2009-05-30T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:29:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on photography</title><content type='html'>reading blogs of my favorite shutterbugs/bloggers makes me want to have my own d-slr. 

i used to own a prosumer, sony h-1, which i got when i was in high school as an advanced graduation gift. adjusting the shutter speed, aperture and iso (but with limited manipulations only) make me feel like i know everything about photography, especially when people have to wait because i have to make some adjustments. then, i would blurt out "wait lang, inaadjust yung setting" while they were holding their smiles for a while. or i think that's the reason why prosumers made, to make you a poser. ahaha

when i was in high school, only a few people really had the interest in photography.

but now, almost everyone wants to own a d-slr and become a photographer. 

i just don't like people who keeps on wishing they want a d-slr but actually has the capability to own one. after mag-sawa, they would just leave the camera on a corner and let it rot forever. i honestly envy them because they have the money to spend on 1) getting a camera
2) buying books on photography
3) traveling to different places. 
but i can't see their sincerity to photography. sorry. 

i'm kinda discriminating when it comes to photography. i personally think that some people want to get in to the hobby because it's in - almost everyone's having a camera. 

sorry. sabog yung post. simply, my point is i want to have a camera and if you're just going to waste your money in buying one but you wouldn't actually use, please, i'm down on my knees and begging you, to give me that damn (nikon) d-slr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-790785742021415987?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/790785742021415987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=790785742021415987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/790785742021415987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/790785742021415987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-photography.html' title='on photography'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-1215348866790085933</id><published>2009-05-28T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:56:57.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>versus</title><content type='html'>i sometimes envy my high school friends. every time i'm with them, i don't feel like i've been wasting my time hearing really sabaw jokes. it's not that it's a waste time, coz by this age, we should be talking about really serious stuff, like politics, economy, etc, shouldn't we? anyway, their stories are really funny; they just make fun of anyone or anything that would tickle their funny bones. 

i sometimes compare what is happening to me with my college barkada and high school barkada. one thing that i've noticed is that there are no dramas with the latter. sabaw lang talaga or purong kagaguhan. i think that it is either when i was in high school, i hid my "dramatic" side and tried to pretend that everything is alright though it's not or now in college, i've become too sensitive to what is happening around me. as for the latter, i tried to meddle with the things and to fix - as if i'm actually involved and as if i could.

actually, i've noticed a similarity. i've been stuck with them, both hs friends and college friends, really well. and it made parting ways a really fugly bitch. i'm actually having a hard time coping with the fact that we were heading to different courses. i know that school's really small but the tight schedule would lessen the time (especially the lunches, since it has really special for me) that we get to spend with each other. 

hay, i really don't know why i end up writing this kind of post. is it because i got to see a long lost hs friend? or washing the dishes reminded me of my hs friends' tasks at their apartment? or i'm tired of becoming a homeboy and i don't want to work? ewan ewan...


shout-outs to my high school barkada: ben, emong, finney, casey, carlo and michael.

shout outs to my college barkada: nel, bl, phongkei, miggy, lor, fel, ros, les, victor, dennis, bam, and gio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-1215348866790085933?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1215348866790085933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1215348866790085933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1215348866790085933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1215348866790085933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/05/versus.html' title='versus'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-1755405576996659823</id><published>2009-05-28T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:59:43.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really like listening to stars.

i think they got my mood right now. 

slow. melancholic. serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-1755405576996659823?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1755405576996659823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1755405576996659823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1755405576996659823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1755405576996659823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-like-listening-to-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3237006979695952773</id><published>2009-05-22T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:08:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continuing</title><content type='html'>i honestly have to confess, that i've been a man full of dreams capable of flying around the universe. but what i have failed to comprehend is that when gravity has started to act like a bitch, he can drive you in the hardest way possible - dragging you even to your hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3237006979695952773?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3237006979695952773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3237006979695952773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3237006979695952773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3237006979695952773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/05/continuing.html' title='continuing'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-502678746342105370</id><published>2009-05-22T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:02:00.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>win or lose. you still lose.</title><content type='html'>i still can't help it, but i still feel like a shit/crap every time i think about it. puta!

help? or maybe i don't need any coz in the end, i would be as stubborn as before.

i started, i think, badly. and now, that i'm caught up in this mess, i don't know how to get out. and/or i don't want to get out. i just want my things to be ironed out. but how? tell me, please, tell me. 

let's put it this way.

say you'd been playing around and you thought that putting magnet on your shoes, just for kicks. then you ran into a railway, where you can see the smoke of the train. plus, you can barely lift off your shoes - which are actually tied and sewn on your skin. do you cut off your feet and trying running away with severed walking appendages? or wait, 'til the train hit and crush your bones?

whatever you choose, you still lose.

eureka! you'll then realize that one should not play this stupid game. (i'll be giving you time to think.) finding out this eureka-moment is even worse than being severed or hit.

hay... life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-502678746342105370?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/502678746342105370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=502678746342105370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/502678746342105370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/502678746342105370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/05/win-or-lose-you-still-lose.html' title='win or lose. you still lose.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-6623677836685148747</id><published>2009-05-19T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:25:57.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='88.;3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electrico'/><title type='text'>88.3 jam music fest</title><content type='html'>after almost four years of waiting to seem them live, i finally got to see electrico play live. man, they're really good. they play as if you're like listening to them on the cd (which i still haven't bought one). or am i just exaggerating coz i really like them? maybe not. 

i really would like to jam 88.3 for bringing in them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-6623677836685148747?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/6623677836685148747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=6623677836685148747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6623677836685148747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6623677836685148747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/05/883-jam-music-fest.html' title='88.3 jam music fest'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5436667270663186666</id><published>2009-05-11T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:12:00.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the o.c.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>random video playlist</title><content type='html'>before studying for my exam tom, i decided to share my favorite music from the o.c. it's a good drama with a good soundtrack. most of the songs were new to my ears when i was still watching it coz i used to listen to post-emo-punk songs - though these kind songs are not played on the show.

here are some of the songs' videos. 

stars - your ex-lover is dead

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bell x1 - eve the apple of my eye

&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnZTkz-5Gxg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnZTkz-5Gxg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;

imogen heap - goodnight and go

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honestly, i'm not sure if i heard them while watching the show. i just liked them when i got a copy of all of the mixtapes. 

kudos to josh schwarz, maker of the o.c., coz most of his shows have a good soundtrack, like gossip girl.

P.S.:
it seems that i've been posting too many videos lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5436667270663186666?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5436667270663186666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5436667270663186666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5436667270663186666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5436667270663186666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-video-playlist.html' title='random video playlist'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3849700999583264912</id><published>2009-05-08T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:25:03.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>blogging = stalking</title><content type='html'>does checking someone's blog a stalker move?

or

makitid lang ang utak at feel na feel na nila ang kadakilaan nila? ahaha



and i'm posting this with their presence. i just hate it. they make rash comments right away without understanding the context. 

what's next? blogging is so gay. fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3849700999583264912?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3849700999583264912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3849700999583264912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3849700999583264912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3849700999583264912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-stalking.html' title='blogging = stalking'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-8874810347096317107</id><published>2009-04-29T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:06:38.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><title type='text'>meet my toilet friend</title><content type='html'>i would like you to meet my toilet friend.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/Sfh6ik8jZLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cTIvwWtLczw/s1600-h/n1212873504_30238713_7722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/Sfh6ik8jZLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cTIvwWtLczw/s320/n1212873504_30238713_7722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330144893444777138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

her name is ma. sandra "phongki" lagat.

look at her toilet-y look. ahaha

she is my toilet friend coz you can (word) vomit on her without her throwing back at you. i like hanging out with her coz she would just listen to me (since she doesn't have the intellect to be at par with my intelligence.)

i just had another crappy session with her that's why i now begin to tell her that she's my toilet. there's a lot of quotables from our very shitty discussion. i forgot to list all of them down but it sure made me feel a little better.

i actually advice everyone to go and look for your own toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-8874810347096317107?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/8874810347096317107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=8874810347096317107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8874810347096317107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8874810347096317107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-my-toilet-friend.html' title='meet my toilet friend'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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/_X2bcAXsqIpg/Sfh6ik8jZLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cTIvwWtLczw/s72-c/n1212873504_30238713_7722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-471850482450166947</id><published>2009-04-28T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:58:00.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congrats!!!</title><content type='html'>congratulations to the Cleveland Cavaliers.

nice sweep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-471850482450166947?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/471850482450166947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=471850482450166947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/471850482450166947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/471850482450166947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/04/congrats.html' title='congrats!!!'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4097344664828830909</id><published>2009-04-28T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:52:00.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>rain (that is not korean)</title><content type='html'>many people might disagree with me but i must say that i love rainy season.

most of the people are complaining about the recent constant sudden changes in weather. they say it's a hassle coz on your way to school or work or somewhere else with your summer clothing on, you'd be surprised to feel the rain starting to pour. either you have an umbrella or you have a jacket that can make you feel cool. but for me, i'm starting to like this weather.

one, it's cooler if it rains something that i need coz we're deprived of an air-con unit here at home. two, it helps me save coz i don't have to buy water on my way to school. three, i love following a dripping water on the car's windshield or windows. lastly, my reflective state is at its finest every time it rains. 

i just wish that the philippines would experience, for a day or a month, a winter season. ehehe

and since we've been talking about rain, here's another (rain-ny) video to enjoy:

&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bdn0MYDATtE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bdn0MYDATtE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4097344664828830909?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4097344664828830909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4097344664828830909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4097344664828830909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4097344664828830909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-that-is-not-korean.html' title='rain (that is not korean)'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-2736425948806272471</id><published>2009-04-24T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:20:11.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and another video's killing me...</title><content type='html'>but i'm no radio star. 

enjoy the perisher's bestfriend.

&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NytBQbM-Wfo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NytBQbM-Wfo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-2736425948806272471?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/2736425948806272471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=2736425948806272471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2736425948806272471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2736425948806272471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-another-videos-killing-me.html' title='and another video&apos;s killing me...'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-647905644699629210</id><published>2009-04-23T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:13:55.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanted to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have you gone cold turkey on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-647905644699629210?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/647905644699629210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=647905644699629210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/647905644699629210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/647905644699629210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-wanted-to-know.html' title='i just wanted to know.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3629087708693573723</id><published>2009-04-03T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:54:00.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makati</title><content type='html'>i now have a reason why i wanna work in makati.

ang gaganda ng porma ng tao. naka-corporate. ehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3629087708693573723?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3629087708693573723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3629087708693573723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3629087708693573723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3629087708693573723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/04/makati.html' title='makati'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5540805129866991277</id><published>2009-04-03T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:03:00.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uap'/><title type='text'>last tuesday</title><content type='html'>last tuesday, my friends from ua&amp;p visited our house. and they said that it was my post-birthday celebration. ehehe.

it was a fun night. 

it was a night full of firsts.

1. my first time to invite my friends to our house.
2. their first time to reach the farther side of marikina.
3. my first time to play poker at home using real chips.
4. etc. etc. etc.

i really don't know why ros and lor kept on laughing when they were on the hammock. if it's the hemp of the hammock, hmm. i should be positive with drug use. ahaha. labo? ewan.

i did enjoy the time they were at home. i just wish bl and quito could have stayed longer and gio, nel, dennis, and bam were also there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5540805129866991277?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5540805129866991277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5540805129866991277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5540805129866991277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5540805129866991277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-tuesday.html' title='last tuesday'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3537309319601410783</id><published>2009-04-01T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:28:30.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we all need to move on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZ8C3t16IJ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZ8C3t16IJ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3537309319601410783?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3537309319601410783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3537309319601410783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3537309319601410783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3537309319601410783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-all-need-to-move-on.html' title='we all need to move on..'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-6987568722958212492</id><published>2009-04-01T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:53:00.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><title type='text'>this is old. this is new</title><content type='html'>this is new. this is old.

i used to walk on our street late at night with bottles of beer. 

back then, they were for the old ones, 'coz either they are happy or not. carrying these bottles give me a feeling of happiness. every time that i was asked to buy a bottle or a case of beer, i get to have my kickback. i would be glad to have a candy, a really cheap one if they were poor. but if they were feeling rich, i could get my favorite chips. getting these kickbacks made me really happy that i wish they would keep on asking me to buy beer for them. i don't really know why they drink but as long as i get my chips or candies, i'd be happy - even though i have to face the consequences of what they were doing. they'd be really sleepy and down, fix the bed for them, and wait til one vomits his intestines out. 

right now, i'm walking on our street late at night with bottles of beer on my hand.

and these bottles are mine only. i now know why they drink. they say they want to escape reality, which the beer (or drugs if worse) does for you. but why do you have to escape? can you not face reality? or shall i say, can i not face reality?

i don't get kickbacks from buying beers. i save my money to buy beer. beer's like my favorite candy or chip. they give me a headache, instead of a toothache. 

they say one matures if one drinks (alcoholic bev). one is "brave" enough to drink the bitter taste. also, one's "kinda" responsible for himself since, i assume, what happens after drinking. 

i can still remember the first time i tasted beer. it was disgusting. i even said to myself that i would never drink a beverage which tastes like urine. ewww.. but look at me now, i have beer when i'm happy. i have beer when i'm depressed (do i sound like one?).

i'm kinda lazy to write. if could just post what i have been thinking when i was about to buy beer. 

anyway, this post is about beer. beer, back then and now, for me. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-6987568722958212492?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/6987568722958212492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=6987568722958212492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6987568722958212492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6987568722958212492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-old-this-is-new.html' title='this is old. this is new'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5520241013234850141</id><published>2009-03-30T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:51:46.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the plan&lt;/span&gt;
this great escape was planned after our dreadful majors finals. all we wanted was, obviously, an escape from all of the stresses we experienced both in cas and major subjects. phoebe offered her resthouse in pililia, rizal. she said that march 26-27 was the best time, an overnight. almost everything was on her, food, drinks, pool, accomodation. wohoo!!! 

after our business stat exam and having a round or two of coors light, we came up with the plan: meet up at starbucks pearl plaza, 8am, march 26. overnight til march 27, and leaving at around 4pm.

&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;who went&lt;/span&gt;
we left at around 9am, waiting for the latecomers.

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almost everyone from our group came, ralph, bl, drew, bam, dennis, mich, phoebe, niña, luisa, cybin, mara and jane. rach couldn't make it because she had an interview at rx93.1 for winning the urban time model contest. congrats, anyway. however, we were also able to tag along marvin, an addition to our group. 

by the way, what's the name of our group?

&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the place&lt;/span&gt;
it took us around two hours to reach the resthouse. it was on the "face" of a mountain, around 1.5 ha. it was hidden and couldn't been seen from the hiway. 

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it had a breath-taking view of the mountain ranges of rizal on the east and at west were a view of the rice fields and laguna de bay. the place was really conducive to distressing and relaxing.

the pool was great. it had a really deep part and it was actually my first time to swim, if i actually did one, without any floaters. 

&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt;
if one were to ask me what were the highlights of the overnight, whew. a lot. i might not list them all but here it goes:

upon arriving, we already had photoshoots around the house. we got attracted to a grotto which had steps. when we were about to sit on the steps, water started to fall. shucks, fountain pala. we ended up laughing and had our pictures taken beside the grotto. 

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after bam set up his magic sing, all i could remember was ralph singing "survivor" by destiny's child. funny. ahaha. 

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since we were kids at hearts, all of the boys went straight to the pool without applying anything on our skins. unlike the girls who had the time, and straight minds, to apply sunblock. boys ended up like lechon but mich was half-cooked. 



i had a great spot where i got to reflect on things. some followed me and it was phoebe's first time to reach that place. it had a great view of the sun setting. 

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siyempre, we had picture-picture moments. a lot of them. the highlight would be when the sun was setting, when the light was really perfect. 

kwentuhan at walang humpay na kwentuhan. most of our time was spent chilling by the pool when we also get to sunbathe. but the girls, as far as i can remember were always at the shade sharing stories, dreams and anything. one thing's for sure, cybs is the greatest story teller. she really opened her book. ahaha. that's why we had a difficult time putting her down during the laglagan sessions. 

for me, one of the best highlights is our HSP. you can call it whatever. hot sausage party, high school party. bahala ka. basta, when it's hsp, bam, bl and i are going to take a bath together, on the same shower room at the same time. ahaha.

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just like our tradition which started in chiggy's, we also had the laglagan sessions. name your 5 least favorite people, crush, etc. we also had the forbidden questions which were really below the belt. mara, marvin and jane got to share their own top 5. 

after our laglagan, we watched "call me: the ups and downs of heidi..." 'di mo alam kung soft porn or chick flick. haha. while watching the flick, we suddenly heard drew snoring like there's no tomorrow. 
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;
food/drinks/booze&lt;/span&gt;
food was really great. i just wanted to apologize for not contributing any food.

dennis brought a lot of food. we even had breakfast on our way to the place. nuggets spam and bread. he also made sure that he did not bring any cheap chips (bl's deal with dennis the night before the trip).

we had inihaw na liempo and inihaw na tilapia for lunch.
we had lechon manok and sinigang na hipon for dinner.
we had ham, bacon and omelet for brunch. i wasn't aware that the omelet had cheese inside. haha. 

&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;after-party&lt;/span&gt;
on our way back to manila, we had an open forum. sorry guys, sobrang bading ng ending natin.

but we made a pitstop at omakase, libis. ahaha muy delicioso. ahaha
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ps.
this is my first overnight/swimming party with ua&amp;p peeps. ehehe

me with the owner of the place. 
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arjay and phoebe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5520241013234850141?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5520241013234850141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5520241013234850141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5520241013234850141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5520241013234850141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-escape.html' title='great escape'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SdNSSskwedI/AAAAAAAAADc/B7NJOLdpuAw/s72-c/at+starbucks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-5949675950615422683</id><published>2009-03-24T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:30:27.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it that you feel more of a crap after realizing somethings about yourself?

i hate it. seriously. 

specially, when you became what you always hated.

damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5949675950615422683?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5949675950615422683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5949675950615422683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5949675950615422683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5949675950615422683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-it-that-you-feel-more-of-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3339784322991944194</id><published>2009-03-14T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:48:39.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a must watch video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3339784322991944194?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3339784322991944194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3339784322991944194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3339784322991944194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3339784322991944194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/03/must-watch-video.html' title='a must watch video'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7926068911377520462</id><published>2009-03-11T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:07:43.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not random.</title><content type='html'>i think i badly need help.

i don't really know where to start. i feel like my life's scattered, sabog. i feel like my life's empty. 

this could be the reason why people can't see through me - 'coz what can you see on an empty person. and, i feel like people don't take me seriously coz they can't understand me.

it seems that i've been going nowhere. i've been in and out of the right path but i can't/don't take the right one.

seriously, i'm depressed. sad. lonely. empty. 

this is not random. i've been keeping this for quite sometime now. 

again, i am asking for help. get me out of this state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7926068911377520462?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7926068911377520462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7926068911377520462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7926068911377520462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7926068911377520462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-not-random.html' title='this is not random.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-6395458559316334621</id><published>2009-03-07T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:21:00.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>equatorials</title><content type='html'>i just want to congratulate all of the people who attended the 17th equatorials. good job! we're halfway and almost there. aren't you excited with our majors classes? coz i really do. this really calls for celebration.ehehe. pa-inom naman diyan? ehehe

however, i'm kinda and sentimental too. this means that my barkada's really going on our own ways. hay, oh life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-6395458559316334621?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/6395458559316334621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=6395458559316334621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6395458559316334621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6395458559316334621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/03/equatorials.html' title='equatorials'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7629226032998915644</id><published>2009-03-05T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:12:42.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really want to challenge the truth.

my rationale?

maybe, by challenging it, you begin to value its true meaning. so you'll be able to understand, comprehend and live with it better. 

do i sound really bad? help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7629226032998915644?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7629226032998915644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7629226032998915644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7629226032998915644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7629226032998915644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-want-to-challenge-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4658103071046543140</id><published>2009-03-05T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:40:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open letter to that f-----' klepto</title><content type='html'>dear klepto,

first of all, i just wanted to say go to fuckin' hell.

second, why did you choose to steal, of all the people, my friend's laptop? i would care less if it were somebody else. but it's her. she's my ka-barkada, who's putting all of her efforts to excel in the course she's taking right now. 

i really have so many things to ask you, like why are you stealing things? what are you going to do with them? sell them? then what? i've heard some stories about you, and they say many things. i really wish i couldn't believe in what they're saying, but checking out your account, somehow, makes sense of what they're telling me.

you've been put in a really good position coz you could afford to be in really good schools. but look at what you've done! you've wasted all of your parents' efforts. SHAME ON YOU!!! you're a total scum. 

your family must have all the means but how dare you steal laptops and destroy the trust in our school. 

i really want to beat you so bad 'til your eyes cry out blood. i even have thoughts of ending your life. 

lastly, i really want you to die in hell, burn in hell as the faggots of hell fuck you up.

sincerely yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4658103071046543140?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4658103071046543140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4658103071046543140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4658103071046543140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4658103071046543140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-letter-to-that-f-klepto.html' title='open letter to that f-----&apos; klepto'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5610491144654008148</id><published>2009-02-16T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:27:00.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy v-day</title><content type='html'>i had a great valentine's day.

i got to date myself. do i sound bitter? nope. i actually had planned it days before v-day. barkada's plans fell into place, that each plans went well (i guess).

so, where did i bring myself? 

i went my sister to up diliman to accompany her meeting with her college friends.

then, i went to gateway, where i had dinner. supposedly, i should be watching tom cruise's valkyrie but it was really late, coz i would be watching the last full show. 

so i decided to pass by at cubao expo, just to check the opening of the exhibit. too bad, there's a lot of artsy fartsy peeps that i would not fit in, literally and figuratively. ehehe. i really wanted too, nahiya rin talaga ako. ehehe

finally, i went to route 196, katipunan extension. cool. ehehe. i got to see kish, mitch dulce's and quark henares' band, and juan pablo dream. it was my first time to stay at a bar, alone. drank alone. ate isaw alone. it's not that bad after all. hindi siya nakaka-emo. enjoy talaga. at least i got to see great bands. ehehe.

belated happy valentine's day. and advanced happy birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5610491144654008148?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5610491144654008148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5610491144654008148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5610491144654008148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5610491144654008148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-v-day.html' title='happy v-day'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-2448459906547623781</id><published>2009-01-31T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:58:05.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i badly need your help.

am i that fucked up?
do i deserve this?

i really don't know what has been happening to me. to my friends? to family? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to her? 

&lt;/span&gt;have i been that bad? so bad, that i cease to exist in your world?

i think, she doesn't understand 'coz she would bothers to.

hay. life.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-2448459906547623781?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/2448459906547623781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=2448459906547623781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2448459906547623781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2448459906547623781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-badly-need-your-help.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-9204783031310437239</id><published>2009-01-29T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:39:30.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>mga politiko nga naman.</title><content type='html'>politicians will never stop irritating you.

one. they are trying to please by showing you their commercials of their "charity" work.  as if it is not their obligation to help filipinos who are in need. as if we really owe them that much. which leads me to number two.

two. in these commercials, they use their own name in financing the "charity" work. quoting: "dahil kay senador manoy villaringo, pinauwi ang mga..." talaga lang ah. what could be worse is that they might, i'm not saying they are (there may be chances, but who knows), be using our taxes in these infomercials.

third. all this, boil down to the point that they are making pogi points for the upcoming elections. and as some would say, campaign would start after the day of losing.

fourth. they try to liken themselves to us president barack obama. hay. he may have caused a change by becoming the first black president but he hasn't proved his worth yet. it's not that i don't believe in him. (to all politikos) please don't try to compare yourselves to him, the change that obama believed is not the same as your conceived change (of campaign strategy, or a worse way of getting money from the public, etc). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please stop it. &lt;/span&gt;


P. S.
am i losing my trust on the politicians here in the philippines? i hope not. do i smell decadence? ehehe. oh pilipinas kong mahal.

this time, i promise, that i wouldn't be apathetic and try to make a difference by making the right vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-9204783031310437239?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/9204783031310437239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=9204783031310437239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/9204783031310437239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/9204783031310437239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/01/mga-politiko-nga-naman.html' title='mga politiko nga naman.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-186862605170341263</id><published>2009-01-29T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:20:53.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new found poem</title><content type='html'>you gotta love this poem. we studied this for modern literature class.

Desert Places by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less--
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-186862605170341263?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/186862605170341263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=186862605170341263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/186862605170341263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/186862605170341263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-found-poem.html' title='a new found poem'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-1238002394321296171</id><published>2009-01-28T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:55:00.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not good.</title><content type='html'>i really hate having colds. i was in the mood to revise our paper for family (the philo subject) but because of colds, i had to rest. upon reaching home, at around 8pm, i ate dinner and slept till 6 in the morning. darn! now, all of my schoolworks would be crammed.

i don't have any idea where i got this colds. and now is not the right time to have colds - i know, there would be no great time for one to have a disease - but, i'm really in a bad state right now. having a disease would not even help. i'm feeling really bad about how things are going plus, i'm feeling bad because of this colds. damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-1238002394321296171?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1238002394321296171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1238002394321296171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1238002394321296171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1238002394321296171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-good.html' title='not good.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7080536233278598688</id><published>2009-01-21T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:30:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autism</title><content type='html'>according to this test on this website: [http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/9.12/aqtest.html&gt;] 80% of people who have autism or related cases scored 32 or higher. guess what? i scored a whopping

33 points.

woohoo!!!

but i think, i have autism for the reason that i create my own world - autism in layman's term. a world of make believe, where i conceive that everything is alright and fine. but in reality, everything's not, that i am living in world of lie. it seems that the world i'm living right is not the real world after all.

yun lang. bow.

but honestly, i'm deeply troubled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7080536233278598688?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7080536233278598688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7080536233278598688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7080536233278598688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7080536233278598688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/01/autism.html' title='autism'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7386126665633594316</id><published>2009-01-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:25:08.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pride: 1

vs

Myself: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7386126665633594316?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7386126665633594316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7386126665633594316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7386126665633594316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7386126665633594316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/01/pride-1-vs-myself-0.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5301674015630547420</id><published>2009-01-17T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:37:05.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold</title><content type='html'>i really love the weather. it's cold and conducive to making really good porma. ahaha. you wouldn't look a t.h. if you're going to have layers on your clothing.

besides that, i really feel like listening to death cab for cutie. i just find the weather and death cab a perfect match. cold and lonely.

i just hope the weather goes on until summer. right now, i don't know how will i be adjusting to the very hot summer. and they say that the upcoming summer's gonna be hotter than last year.

is it cold for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5301674015630547420?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5301674015630547420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5301674015630547420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5301674015630547420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5301674015630547420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold.html' title='cold'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-1384715842862097780</id><published>2009-01-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:52:19.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after our tiring game at mpc, miggy and i went to metrowalk because he wanted to buy some dvd. something caught my attention because it was posted on one of the walls.

blah blah blah... MENTAIN.

the word got me.

however, that's not really the point of this entry. it's my invitation to:

watch our first game tom:

CRIMSON LIONS vs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOUTH HARMON (INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY)&lt;/span&gt;
@ MPC, 1:30 pm.

be there and support our team, south harmon! ahahah spread the word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-1384715842862097780?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1384715842862097780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1384715842862097780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1384715842862097780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1384715842862097780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-our-tiring-game-at-mpc-miggy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5659200315042107637</id><published>2009-01-02T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:39:58.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good bye '08, hello '09</title><content type='html'>...it's lame, i know.

i just wanted to say, though late,

happy new year to all.

following the trend, i listed down some of my realizations/events/rants...

-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world youth day&lt;/span&gt;: it was my first time to leave the country. i really did enjoy my trip to australia to see the pope, meet new friends, and strengthen and renew my faith.

-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ideashop events: &lt;/span&gt;i was invited to two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nokia&lt;/span&gt; parties - one was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soul of the night&lt;/span&gt; (@ embassy, sometime summer) and the other was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock party&lt;/span&gt;(@teatrino, GH, sometime june). i also p.a.-ed for the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sandalias festival&lt;/span&gt;(@ glorietta, sometime october). i was even invited to attend their christmas party (@moa) when i got embarrasedly wild.

-i realized that some friends let you down. patalo. i mean, a friend lang pala. as in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nilalaglag ka&lt;/span&gt;. . why can't he understand my beliefs and just let me be me while insisting on his superficial and perv-ish standpoints? asar.

-after some reflection, the year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;started really good&lt;/span&gt; - that is to my favor. as if everything was falling into place. then poof! it was all gone. or was it just me? as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the year ended, i became really crappy. &lt;/span&gt;my apologies.

-i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haven't improved my studying habits&lt;/span&gt;. i just hope this year, it would get better.

-i became a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;president of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ua&amp;amp;p-pathways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evp of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;venatores lucis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. yup, i am not a good leader, i must say. i'm really afraid of the coming year because there would be bigger responsibilities, on bea and on iep.

-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i gained friends and lost some. &lt;/span&gt;parang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; weight lang but more of gaining.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my all-time high: 170 lbs (but after eating breakfast at mcdo). it's scary because all of my weight went to my ab.

-i was able to attend the concert of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incubus&lt;/span&gt; last march. hello, again, brandon boyd and bandmates. ehehe

-i was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;groupie to the ua&amp;amp;p women's basketball team&lt;/span&gt;. hehe.

before ending this, i just want to thank everyone for helping me. my family, friends, teachers, whatevers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5659200315042107637?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5659200315042107637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5659200315042107637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5659200315042107637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5659200315042107637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bye-08-hello-09.html' title='good bye &apos;08, hello &apos;09'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-8405948723858866526</id><published>2008-12-28T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:05:03.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's call it stupidity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...but please learn from my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm really pissed at what happened to me earlier.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after buying a cheap-o mp3 player at cd-r king, just for the sake of having one (coz my cellphone irritates me), my sister found an ad of metro gaisano's sale from december 26-31 at yesterday's (december 26) inquirer frontpage. it featured an ipod nano 4G for only 1499 - from the original price of 1999.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that made me regret that i bought a cheap-o player. out of frustration, i told our helper to buy my player for a discounted price since i got a pamasko, which could be added to my fund for a nano, from my ninong. eventually, she had been wanting to have a player, so she got into the bait. ahaha lucky me.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after some computation, i found myself having the money to buy the ipod. i pulled my ate to go to the nearest, and only in metro manila, gaisano - in market!market!. she even told my mom and youngest sister, who came from the dentist, to come along. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;before leaving, my mind was playing with me, suggesting stuffs and doubts on this very good sale. what would i do if it was a fake? my sister asked my kuya what his take was on the sale. he said that it could be the installment price. i was prepared for the latter but not for the fomer. i was thinking of saving just to pay the installment and i think i could even make it (syempre, with the help of my parents... ehehe)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;upon arrival at the fort, my ate handed out her gift - money. i even rejoiced because i don't have to spend my napamaskuhan. so, after eating at cafe isla, i rushed to metro gaisano. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and to my surprise (but not really), i learned that the 4G ipod nano-video was a phony. again,&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a PHONY, a FAKE, a FRAUD, a F*C*E*.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;not only that, on the price tag after asking the salesperson(who also looked at the tag), it says 2599 - a price way different on what was written on the ad. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i hate them: the metro gaisano.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;now, i'm thinking of writing to the DTI, Apple and the concerned institution.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm begging all of you to spread the word on this phony advertising and company who supports fake products. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;next time, trust your instincts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-8405948723858866526?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/8405948723858866526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=8405948723858866526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8405948723858866526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8405948723858866526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-call-it-stupidity.html' title='let&apos;s call it stupidity...'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-727360014483170657</id><published>2008-12-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:24:46.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm thinking of writing the top eight stories of 08.

yep, i know. i'm just going with the flow, the trend. whatever! i just feel like doing it.

ehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-727360014483170657?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/727360014483170657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=727360014483170657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/727360014483170657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/727360014483170657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-thinking-of-writing-top-eight.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-6823836299603978050</id><published>2008-12-25T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:08:19.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>merry christmas to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-6823836299603978050?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/6823836299603978050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=6823836299603978050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6823836299603978050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/6823836299603978050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-8187587569774598234</id><published>2008-12-23T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:50:00.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mayrie krismas</title><content type='html'>i'm excited for tomorrow's affair: our first christmas party. though some would not be going, we would be pushing through with it coz' tomorrow's gonna be the day when most of us would be available. we really don't have any idea on what our theme would be - i was thinking of a tea party but i think we don't have a tea set ehehe. i just hope we would all be merry tomorrow.

i also don't know what to give to my kris kringle partner. help! yeah, i know it's too late.

i haven't blog for a while and my break has been a week already. many things has happened for me last week.

1. i was able to watch the last two games of ros,as a (ever bilena)gandang pinay. they were the champs winning consecutive games in a best of three series. i have to say, i'm not used to seeing her most of the time on the bench - a wncaa division ii mythical five player on the bench: not good. ehehe

2. i went to the ideashop christmas party at moa: hat's off to 2008. i went wild there and right now, i regret doing the silly things i've done. sorry, coz i won't tell you the details. ehehe

3. i went to trinoma yesterday to accompany my sister who bought gifts for our relatives. men, trinoma's really wild during that time. swarms of people went inside a store walking out carrying nothing. ehehe. you would no longer feel the airconditioning unit inside a shop because of herds of people looking for a good find.

4. i again went to ideashop but this time, to get my surprise gift: a ham. ehehe. and i also got another set of teasing from the ideashop people who remembered me.  okay.


can't wait for christmas.

merry christmas everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-8187587569774598234?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/8187587569774598234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=8187587569774598234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8187587569774598234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8187587569774598234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/12/mayrie-krismas.html' title='mayrie krismas'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4551921153906688935</id><published>2008-12-06T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:41:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fucked up prexy</title><content type='html'>i just have to stop working on my ais outline.

i saw jv's blog on multiply. i'm frustrated. i really wish you could tell that to me, face-to-face. if you have problems, you should have told me, right infront of my face. i find it rude too, that we were in an org, and you can' tell me the problems.

it would be a waste of time, as i quote you, to find words and defend myself against your very brave claims. strong words, indeed.

and oh, you don't have to worry. i'm resigning. and i hope the org goes away too.

thanks anyway. you made me so fucked up on your blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4551921153906688935?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4551921153906688935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4551921153906688935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4551921153906688935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4551921153906688935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/12/fucked-up-prexy.html' title='the fucked up prexy'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3182648577975088469</id><published>2008-12-01T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:25:51.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really hate my ipd-csr subject.

our prof makes us do a lot of stuffs. she even has more requirements than my major classes.

as if the subject's included in the computation of gwa. damn!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3182648577975088469?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3182648577975088469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3182648577975088469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3182648577975088469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3182648577975088469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-hate-my-ipd-csr-subject.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-1428598749269598220</id><published>2008-11-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:53:00.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really don't regret missing the opportunity to exercise yesterday. i know, i've been eating a lot lately that i must be going to the gym, but who cares, i got to hang-out with my friends. awww... cheezy. so gay? wahaha...

sabaw lang talaga. one hour of pure laughter and sabaw moments. nakaka-miss din talagang manabaw ng sobra.

so, yun lang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-1428598749269598220?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1428598749269598220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1428598749269598220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1428598749269598220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1428598749269598220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-dont-regret-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3935071112147533157</id><published>2008-11-24T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:52:01.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm watching the august 30 dlsu-adu game right now.

i'm not really after the game. i just want to see myself on tv, again. ahaha. we're on the 2nd row.

ehehe...

thanks ros for the tix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3935071112147533157?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3935071112147533157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3935071112147533157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3935071112147533157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3935071112147533157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-watching-august-30-dlsu-adu-game.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-8450458623686115474</id><published>2008-11-13T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:52:34.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i am suicidal. help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-8450458623686115474?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/8450458623686115474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=8450458623686115474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8450458623686115474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8450458623686115474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-i-am-suicidal.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3708228083067076081</id><published>2008-11-04T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:37:08.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>ironic</title><content type='html'>isn't it ironic?

this is incoming sem's gonna be my lightest load, 21 units, but it has the worst schedule. damn enlistment.

hay, second sem's coming up and i'm not really ready for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3708228083067076081?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3708228083067076081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3708228083067076081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3708228083067076081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3708228083067076081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/11/ironic.html' title='ironic'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7048094172203695976</id><published>2008-11-04T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:03:01.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>2nd sem, 08-09 sched.</title><content type='html'>this coming semester's gonna be my worst schedule. right now, i don't care whoever my prof's are. what i'm after is the time i would be going home.

i have a class at wed, when i should be resting.

on mondays and thursday, i have a 3 hour break and i will be going home by 6pm.

on tuesdays and fridays, my class should be ending by 1:30pm, but because of ais, i have to wait from 1:30 to 6pm and will be going home by 7:30.

arrgghh... i just hope that i could still change my sched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7048094172203695976?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7048094172203695976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7048094172203695976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7048094172203695976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7048094172203695976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-sem-08-09-sched.html' title='2nd sem, 08-09 sched.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3612793070668700670</id><published>2008-11-02T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:02:01.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>hsm3</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was with my siblings. 

guess what?

we watched high school musical. i really thought that it was a joke. i never thought that my ate would be treating us to watch it with her. and now, she's still having regrets that she watched it. as for me, i don't. sobrang sabaw ng movie. i think i just need something to laugh about. and hsm3's perfect.

i just would like to apologize to the people sitting around me while watching coz i can't help but laugh and make hirits. for every sing-able moment, i would say, sing! sing! sing! and to my surprise, they would really sing. ahahaha. basta, funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3612793070668700670?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3612793070668700670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3612793070668700670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3612793070668700670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3612793070668700670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/11/hsm3.html' title='hsm3'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4628135005756850955</id><published>2008-11-02T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:56:26.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerbax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>high school basketball week.</title><content type='html'>this week has been really about my high school friends. the last time that i got to be with them for the whole week was way back in high school. it was only this week that, from tuesday to friday, i was with them the whole time. it's because marikina science high school is having an alumni basketball tournament during their sportsfest/sembreak. this week was the sportsfest week and next week's gonna be the foundation day/week. [inserted rant: damn the austerity measures done during our time: no prom, no sportsfest, no happiness.]

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'06 vs. '07&lt;/span&gt;

the first quarter was started and ended last tuesday but the following games were continued the next day. it's because it rained. great, right?! i'm actually thinking of saying that i felt the same feelings when it rained, but i thought would that change? especially when your really want to win.

anyway, we lost. haha it sucks. [ben] go was right - di kami dapat masyadong kampante, kasi baka masilat pa nila. nasilat nga. '07 won by three points, and it was only the second time that they led. we were leading the whole game but we really got a few rebounds because they were way taller than us. and also, we could have won the game if only we were able to convert the fastbreaks [damn the very small ring].

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'06 vs. '08&lt;/span&gt;

this time, we won. by a large margin. but still, our captain, casey, was not contented with how we played. it's because we were outrebounded by smaller opponents. and i'm still disappointed, coz i wasn't able to score. arggh. they say it's okay if you weren't able to make a shot if you won a crucial game. but i say, it's not okay if your team's winning by a very large margin, and you're still not capable of scoring.



but despite that, i'm still happy that i got to hang-out with my barkada (coz' we're all part of the alumni team, actually everyone from our batch who's playing bball).

and oh, here are some of the pictures of our games courtesy of essa.
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here's my jersey,
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here's ben and finney's jerseys. ultra sabaw.
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and thanks to our major sponsor: good morning towel for our towel.
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sabi ko sa inyo, masaya to eh. ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4628135005756850955?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4628135005756850955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4628135005756850955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4628135005756850955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4628135005756850955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-school-basketball-week.html' title='high school basketball week.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SQxeV9mOv_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/wbhQQt6W3hs/s72-c/IMG-0948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-770496273928452311</id><published>2008-10-28T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:22:00.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finney'/><title type='text'>on my first hs reunion</title><content type='html'>last friday, i attended our first high school reunion. i knew that it would be a hassle for me because i had to wake up really early for the event next day. especially that i the reunion isn't a reunion without drinking. haha. and there goes again me becoming a drunkard.

anyway, i had fun. it's nice to see people again. (yeah, i know, that's the point. why do i even have to mention it?) some people haven't changed. while some had a ridiculous change. i thought that someone was just a friend from college but to my surprise, after we had him analyze (as if he was an experiment), he was our batchmate. grabe, karamihan na lang yata pumayat nung nag-college, ako lang bumigat.

it's also good that talents have come out. some of our batchmates brought their friends/bandmates along to play. school should have realized that our batch's kinda talented not only in acads, but in music too (eh, sana may ball tayo). of course, anna and the pink table was there too playing their usual songs. hindi nakakasawa pero nakakatuwa, kasi lahat ng tao nag-rereminisce.

pero si jayson cruz talaga ang champion ng gabi. it was my first time to see him go crazy on public. it must be because he just missed his hs friends. i just got to hang out with him during our sabaw congo practice days. well, the whole sapphire was sabaw naman eh.

i hope our next reunion, there would be more people. too bad that finney missed it.

and one more thing, my crush when i was in 2nd yr is still beautiful. ahaha.

oh, thanks to samuel and jeff for organizing this reunion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-770496273928452311?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/770496273928452311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=770496273928452311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/770496273928452311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/770496273928452311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-my-first-hs-reunion.html' title='on my first hs reunion'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-2691793960578534557</id><published>2008-10-21T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:58:41.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>those damn grades</title><content type='html'>i'm really depressed.

i got a 3.0 for philo-anthro. damn. i know, at least i passed the subject. the problem is that it's sore to the eyes. of whom? whoever will interview or hire me. when? during ojt - that is if i get to reach the fifth year or at work itself.

also, i really don't know why i can't still feel the pressure to get good grades. it seems that for the past five semesters and two summers, i've been really lazy. mediocre performance. i know i could do more, but why couldn't i do it? damn.

now, i'm mad at myself.

i'm expecting lower grades from the other subjects. why? i've been slacking the whole sem. pa-banjing-banjing, ika nga. asar talaga. pero bakit ngayon lang ako naaasar? labo noh? arrgghh... i thought that this was a feel good sem.

sorry ma and pa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-2691793960578534557?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/2691793960578534557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=2691793960578534557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2691793960578534557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2691793960578534557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/those-damn-grades.html' title='those damn grades'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4420853338191555112</id><published>2008-10-19T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:13:51.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>hot in herre</title><content type='html'>it's really hot in here. house, i mean. hot that i can't put myself to sleep coz all i think about is how to lie down without feeling the heat. arrggh... i feel like it's summer already. also, it's like a normal school day, when you feel you're deprived of sleep. damn.

(sigh) that only goes to show, we don't have air-conditioning unit here.

... porque estoy muy pobre

okay, i'm really bored here. four posts in one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4420853338191555112?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4420853338191555112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4420853338191555112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4420853338191555112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4420853338191555112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-in-herre.html' title='hot in herre'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4274860189830691860</id><published>2008-10-19T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:27:55.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si janet</title><content type='html'>i know this would make me like goodjobgod but i just can't help it. ehehe

so, here's another boob tube cutie.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPqay1ZuZDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LRaYvQobcII/s1600-h/2116757675_647543dd94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPqay1ZuZDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LRaYvQobcII/s320/2116757675_647543dd94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258685713027589170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

her name's janet hsieh. she's the host of fun taiwan, a travel show at discovery travel and living. i like her quirkiness. ehehe that's all. okay, she's quite beautiful.

i also envy her job. a travel show host.


photo from: http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2116757675_647543dd94.jpg?v=0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4274860189830691860?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4274860189830691860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4274860189830691860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4274860189830691860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4274860189830691860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/si-janet.html' title='si janet'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPqay1ZuZDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LRaYvQobcII/s72-c/2116757675_647543dd94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-1850244801342601845</id><published>2008-10-19T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:11:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and because of that philo-anthro-ish post, i don't know what to write after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-1850244801342601845?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1850244801342601845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1850244801342601845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1850244801342601845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1850244801342601845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-because-of-that-philo-anthro-ish.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-901109285922528448</id><published>2008-10-19T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:10:32.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>the battle lies within</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's the tagline of spiderman 3.

i just want to rant that i agree with that.

we are always in struggle, and this struggle is found within us. and what struggle? that is to do good. i believe that man is good and that all of his action should be intended towards the good. however, we make decisions that are not good in nature. it is for the reason that we have distorted the concept of what good is really about. yes, our environment may influence us but we can choose not to, because of our will.

and what made write this philo-anthro-ish post?

it's because every time i wake up or i go to sleep, i feel this struggle. am i going to live my day out according to and doing good? have i lived my day right - doing good? consistently, no is the answer. and i am really guilty, coz that only means i'm not practicing my freedom well. bad. really bad.

and what makes it worse is that i believe that struggles should not be left as they are. you should try to win over them. (sigh) i have to admit, i feel that i'm losing this battle.

i badly need a spark. inspiration. but where? who? what?






enough of this very random post. this just makes me more of a loser.
&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/11509407-901109285922528448?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/901109285922528448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=901109285922528448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/901109285922528448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/901109285922528448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/battle-lies-within.html' title='the battle lies within'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-508873159474373245</id><published>2008-10-17T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:52:01.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>sabaw for lunch</title><content type='html'>i enjoy watching eat bulaga waiting for some sabaw answers. i've been staying here at home during lunch coz i have to wash the dishes. while doing the chores, i get to hear the sabaw answers. here are some of them:

Q. anong J ang pelikula na spielberg na tungkol sa mga pating?
A. jungle!!! jungle!!! jungle!!!

Q. anong D ang bahagi ng katawan ang may pinky?
A. dibdib!!! dibdib!!! dibdib!!! [with conviction pa yan] (may point di ba? ahaha)

Q. anong T ang tagalog ng slingshot?
A.  tigyawat!!! tigyawat!!! tigyawat!!!

sabaw, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-508873159474373245?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/508873159474373245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=508873159474373245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/508873159474373245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/508873159474373245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabaw-for-lunch.html' title='sabaw for lunch'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3316487844462338224</id><published>2008-10-17T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:22:36.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>on cooking</title><content type='html'>i now love to cook.

since our maid was out, my mom gave me the responsibility to cook the meals. i actually don't have to cook from scratch. mama pre-cooked them already, so i just have to heat them.

well, except for yesterday. i had to cook from the start. the funny thing is i had a tinolang manok with sunog na bawang. ehehe. first time eh. but i have to say, my pagsasaing skills have improved, unlike my first time that the sides were all tutong/sunog.

but most especially, what i love about cooking is the waiting time. while waiting for the crucial times, i have the opportunity to reflect on things. ehehe.

yun lang, random stuffs na naman...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3316487844462338224?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3316487844462338224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3316487844462338224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3316487844462338224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3316487844462338224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-cooking.html' title='on cooking'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-2032730107197590742</id><published>2008-10-17T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:43:24.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inconsiderate brat</title><content type='html'>to all the people who commute going to school, office, home or anywhere, please be considerate. don't imitate the girl who was at my back when i rode an fx going to school.

she's one of the most inconsiderate person that i've met.

1. she talks very loudly. after a few minutes, she turned the loudspeakers on. thus, we can hear her and the other person talking. i just don't know if she's proud of what they're talking about. don't ask me what they were talking about 'coz i was already pissed with her.

2. after talking, she played some music. again with loudspeakers on.

3. as i tried to look at her and give an irritated eye, i saw her putting her feet on the seat opposite to her.

bastos kung sa bastos eh noh? irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-2032730107197590742?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/2032730107197590742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=2032730107197590742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2032730107197590742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2032730107197590742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/inconsiderate-brat.html' title='inconsiderate brat'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-177668644252537206</id><published>2008-10-16T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:53:44.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barbecue night</title><content type='html'>i was cleaning my dirty shoes yesterday. it then reminded me of blogging what happened last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, the day my shoes got really dirty.

so, it started with our way of celebrating the end of 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; 08-09. since not everyone was able to go to the night-out last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, we planned a barbecue at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nel's&lt;/span&gt; place. it was the most convenient place since if it would be held somewhere, for sure, someone would not be going. we had it last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; since some of us would be going somewhere: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bl's&lt;/span&gt; going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;batangas&lt;/span&gt;, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ros&lt;/span&gt; just left for a three week vacation at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;. the point is we want to be complete as much as possible.

we all had our own stories on how we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nel's&lt;/span&gt; house. as for us, bl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;miggy&lt;/span&gt; and i, we experienced first-hand the sudden at crappy rain. after getting off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gilmore&lt;/span&gt; station, it started to drizzle. we were even joking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;baka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;maabutan&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kami&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ulan&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;malapit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;. when we were about to reach the corner of the street, rain suddenly fell. first big drops. then strong winds. it's good that we were on a covered auto-mechanic shop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pucha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ulan&lt;/span&gt; halos horizontal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; that we have to take cover from the cars, as if we were on an action flick. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;parang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;nagbabarilan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; eh. it was all due to the strong wind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;buti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;gio&lt;/span&gt; was already at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;nel's&lt;/span&gt; house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;nel&lt;/span&gt; picked us up. and they also have their own story.

a few minutes after that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;fel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; arrived. then came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;rjude&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;phongks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;dennis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;fel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;dennis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;rjude&lt;/span&gt; and i went to the nearest market. and i have to apologize to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;dennis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; all of a sudden, he became a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;chauffer&lt;/span&gt;. driver, in short. we bought some pork for the barbecue. however, we over-calculated it. then we drove back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;nel's&lt;/span&gt; place - and everybody was already there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;nel&lt;/span&gt;, bl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ros&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;lestra&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;miggy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;rjude&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;gio&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;phongks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;dennis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;fel&lt;/span&gt;, and me.

while we were preparing the food, some were playing poker.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPb9Cs-S9oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/t2zis1HXX30/s1600-h/IMG-6221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPb9Cs-S9oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/t2zis1HXX30/s320/IMG-6221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257667837875648130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
some were watching a movie.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPb919ycgGI/AAAAAAAAABA/AMhxD03nBeM/s1600-h/IMG-6252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPb919ycgGI/AAAAAAAAABA/AMhxD03nBeM/s320/IMG-6252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257668718562672738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;ros&lt;/span&gt; was doing her paper for her majors. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPb9WR-Pe_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/R_VJyE4_YYM/s1600-h/IMG-6223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPb9WR-Pe_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/R_VJyE4_YYM/s320/IMG-6223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257668174225046514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after preparing the food, i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;surprisded&lt;/span&gt; to know that bl was having his usual drama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he "lost" his ring. then, everyone knew what to do - act &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;parang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;.

minutes after that, we went to down to start barbecuing. the grill place caused my shoes to be muddy since it had rained earlier making the grassy landscape of the condominium muddy. but we had a dilemma. how were we going to start grilling when we don't have kerosene? bl thought of using gin as substitute for the gas while i had alcohol on mind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;grabe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;sabaw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt; gin. instead of putting the charcoal on fire, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;pinatay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;niya&lt;/span&gt;. the alcohol helped a little bit by making a huge fire but not completely burning the coal.

so, we were there for around two hours, cooking the two and a half kilo pork &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;kasim&lt;/span&gt;, one and a half kilo of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;porkchop&lt;/span&gt; and two bags of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;hotdogs&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPb-Z8tBcfI/AAAAAAAAABI/2K-moKV6ip0/s1600-h/IMG-6338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPb-Z8tBcfI/AAAAAAAAABI/2K-moKV6ip0/s320/IMG-6338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257669336746783218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
yeah, i know, number good for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;masisibang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;tao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;ehehe&lt;/span&gt;. it's good that some people visited us to help and also to watch.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPcDlr3EebI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XyR0CaMAFXA/s1600-h/IMG-6350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPcDlr3EebI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XyR0CaMAFXA/s320/IMG-6350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257675035942091186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
after the barbecue, we went up to make the caramelized onion (recipe thanks to my ate) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;pomelo&lt;/span&gt; salad. as usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;fel&lt;/span&gt; and i prepared it. can we apply for hot guys who cook? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;.

true enough, the food was too much for us. as for the menu, we had porkchop, pork (kasim) barbecue (which are not on stick and even chopped into squares), hotdogs, pomelo salad and caramelized onion. well, the dinner was filled with laughter and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;kasabawan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;baka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;nga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;yung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;nagpabusog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;amin&lt;/span&gt; eh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;rjude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; eh, who was making faces. faces that are reminiscent of the fishes on spongebob.



to let the food go down, we played poker. 50 pesos buy-in. i'm not really good at playing coz i always lose to them. but dennis could be a worse player coz he bought for three times. ehehe.

so there, that's our cookout/barbecue night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-177668644252537206?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/177668644252537206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=177668644252537206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/177668644252537206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/177668644252537206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/barbecue-night.html' title='barbecue night'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SPb9Cs-S9oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/t2zis1HXX30/s72-c/IMG-6221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-4235832626981485979</id><published>2008-10-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:50:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to write a story this sembreak. i don't know what it is about but i just want to write. yun lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4235832626981485979?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4235832626981485979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4235832626981485979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4235832626981485979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4235832626981485979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-write-story-this-sembreak.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-2667718969084384803</id><published>2008-10-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:49:03.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blabbing on the start of sembreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this postgoes out to the people who would do nothing this sembreak.&lt;/span&gt;

nagsimula na ang sembreak. yehey! but i still don't feel it. maybe it's because of me having too many final exams last week. i just wondered if my argument was even right. hmmm... ganito kasi yun, last week pa lang, which was the finals week, feel ko na sembreak na. i just didn't feel it, i acted like sembreak already - think of watching two films on the eve of a calculus exams. who is in the right state of mind would watch movie instead of reviewing the limits, derivatives, integrals (ahh, that just want to make me throw up)? studying for philo.anthro would be the most instense and studying for math.eco's the least.

since i've been talking about my test, i just wanted to share what happened to my finals week. one word: sabaw. yun lang. i could say that the recent finals week was the worst - not because the tests were really difficult, but because of my attitude. i didn't bother not studying at all, like i was still on high school (when scanning notes would give you a sure 85% on exams). like i said earlier, i just watched two films. deathproof and juno. and maybe, it's because that i want to hang-out with mi padre.

anyway, back to sembreak. my sembreak actually started when i had my first gulp of coors light that lor and phongkei gave me after my calculus test. i just realized that i could drink without any restraint. and the so-called "freedom" kicked in. tapos, kinabukasan gimik pa.

what a great way to start nga naman.

yesterday, we went to the fort and greenbelt to "ugs-ugs" (our term for dance and run). we just wanted to go out but we don't have any definite plan. so we first met at starbucks pearl drive. since bl was going to nic's place at the fort, we decided to go to the fort. after dropping him, we went to bonifacio high street. we first thought of going to mag:net, but since there was an entrance fee (coz' we're a sucker for free entrance), we decided not to. instead, we stayed for a while at krispy kreme. damn, they had opened the famous neon lights after we ordered. ehehe then, we headed to mint which played 70's music or ros's music(and era too). but after around ten songs, they changed it to our music. since we were looking for an "ugs-ugs" place, we decided to hop to greenbelt (boy, bar hopping na ako. ahaha!!!) but before that phongkei, bl and lor grabbed some coldies at ministop and also, ros and lestra left coz the former was asked to go home by her dad. then, we got lost at the dark yet amazing greenbelt5  but we got our way to greenbelt 3, the ugs-ugs land, where ice and bedspace are. but since there were no "dongs" ugs-ug-ing around, phongkei decided to look for some 'dongs' and luckily we did. we went to bedspace and ugs-ugs for 30 mins then left. haha. sabaw dance moves. glad that i remembered the moves gyl taught me.

fun night, indeed. ehehe thanks for coming to the very well un-planned night.

til the next ugs-ugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-2667718969084384803?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/2667718969084384803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=2667718969084384803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2667718969084384803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2667718969084384803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/blabbing-on-start-of-sembreak.html' title='blabbing on the start of sembreak'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-1154311330198736777</id><published>2008-10-05T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:12:42.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just feel like blogging today, instead of studying for the three exams that i have tom.

what a bad habit. i know.

good luck to me and to all who would be juicing their minds out for this sem's finals week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-1154311330198736777?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1154311330198736777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1154311330198736777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1154311330198736777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1154311330198736777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-feel-like-blogging-today-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-3307235444046867275</id><published>2008-10-05T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:47:00.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of ending the sem with a party</title><content type='html'>i've been receiving invitation to the sem-ender party at embassy. i don't know if that has really something to do with the school. the party was organized by "UA&amp;amp;P's finest" - but who the hell are they?

finest? hmm...

but does the school even know that such group uses its name? or are they even recognized by the school - knowing that ua&amp;amp;p's kinda strict in using its  name (specially in making statements)?

or maybe,

the seb calls itself as the "finest." or maybe not. ahahaha.


and also, i don't like white party - that is so gay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-3307235444046867275?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/3307235444046867275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=3307235444046867275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3307235444046867275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/3307235444046867275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-ending-sem-with-party.html' title='of ending the sem with a party'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5017461034362718731</id><published>2008-10-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:57:46.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on my way home, i have been thinking of things that i'm planning to blog about.

but as usual, when i got at the computer, i lost all of the words in my head.

i remembered what was it about but i forgot the exact words. i just hope that there's this machine which can transcribe my thoughts. with that, i could "write" well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5017461034362718731?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5017461034362718731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5017461034362718731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5017461034362718731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5017461034362718731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-my-way-home-i-have-been-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-1025233376014385202</id><published>2008-09-19T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:45:08.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futsal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school of economics'/><title type='text'>hello friday</title><content type='html'>hello, friday.

now, i got i wanted. am i even happy with it? that, i dunno...

before i left our house, which was quite early for my 9am class, i was able to prepare my things. laptop, for cramming the SEA paper - check! clothes, for playing basketball - check! toiletries, for my post-game shower - check! jacket, just in case that it would rain today/tonight - check!

so there, how was my day, my friday?

as i reached school, i found no one. so i went to our spot, the mpc. and still, my friends weren't there but a girl was practicing shooting hoops, for p.e. i think. i just said to myself, hmm... a sign - i'm gonna play later! for the record, this was the first time that i would be playing since the iep sportsfest. fortunately, gio saw me sitting alone and became my company which was followed by rjude and our video for political thought. nel and bl followed, telling me that they went to mcdo for breakfast with ros. few minutes after, we went to class.

while listening to mr. paras, i tried doing my contribution for SEA but i still wasn't able to finish it. i know, i have been really lazy finishing it but for some weird reason, i couldn't produce a thing. i have read my part several times but i still can't write. what is happening to me, dear?! it's good that i brought our laptop and i got to advance, a little bit though.

after pol.thought, i stayed for a while at mpc, again. but now with my friends, who call our group "happy true friend" - no offence, but how gay can you get. ahaha. anyway, miggy and i were discussing some business coz' he too has plans on having one. maybe he could join our(victor and i) plan to set up after school. when pongki (a name i'm not really used to calling sandra) came, she just invited us to eat for lunch and to have some siomai from red ninja. but as we were on our way out, we met dennis who was insisting on having jollibee. though we decided to split up (miggy and pongki going to have siomai and dennis and i to jollibee), it seemed that pongki, who really wanted to have some siomai went with us. also, it was my first time in months to grab some food at jabee.

we already noticed, before leaving mpc for lunch, that the mike's (p and r) of seb were setting up. and it was for the wncaa video jock hunt. too bad i wasn't able to watch it fully coz i had calculus during lunch time.

calculus? blah blah blah...

then, consultation for macro paper. blah blah blah...

then math.eco. hmm... before dr. u arrived, i was playing mortal kombat 4, application courtesy of rjude, which i still played for a while. but after realizing that it was a major subject, i closed the laptop lid and got my notes instead. luisa sat beside me today (am i writing like the tj hotdog kid circa mid-90) and she became my partner in understanding the partial differentiation. i know it would bore you to know what partial differentiation is. we had a quiz on that topic, i just i hope i got it right.

after class, i got my clothes inside our locker then went straight to mpc. there i spotted some people playing basketball. and i saw bl playing - that bastard, missed two quizzes already because of going out for campaigning (con-con elections) then heading to mpc to play. but i don't regret attending dr. u's class coz' i learned and the lesson's really difficult to understand. when i saw the women's futsal team prepping up for their practice, i got frustrated coz' seeing them at mpc means that you don't have a chance to play &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coz they (or anyone who is playing and a hardcore futsal fan) rules mpc. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but bg said that their practice would be for a short time only and i saw some hope when i saw coach cabotage readying for bball. so i decided to change my clothes. then i played basketball.

basketball. so-so game. it's my first time in months, sorry!!!

when i checked my toiletries, i forgot that i had no deodorant. like my ritual when i forgot something, i passed by the gate at the back then go to ministop to grab something. and i'm wearing my sweaty jersey. eww, i know. but which is disgusting walking for a longer walk without deo or short walk with sweaty jersey (which maybe more understandable)? but i  hink the former.

pongki, jan tuason, lestra, ros, bl and nel went to mcdo after bl had a shower. they had dinner. i was late coz i don't wanna rush changing clothes coz it would only make me sweat more. but as i got to mcdonald's bl had to take nel home and pongki's going with them. so, lestra, ros, jan and i had a little bonding time. when jan left, ros's ride was here too. so, les and ros left me here in mcdonald's alone. actually, it's because i have to wait for the rain to stop. rain's really falling hard.

i'm really glad that i brought this laptop. thus, this very very long post. (another first in months). ehehe
&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/11509407-1025233376014385202?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1025233376014385202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1025233376014385202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1025233376014385202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1025233376014385202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-friday.html' title='hello friday'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-9027971394623140289</id><published>2008-09-03T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:16:33.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how are you?&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/11509407-9027971394623140289?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/9027971394623140289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=9027971394623140289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/9027971394623140289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/9027971394623140289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-1692954493213421764</id><published>2008-08-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:49:20.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where is she? where is she? why did she have to leave that early when i returned just for her?
hehe. i never had this feeling since high school.

anyway, i have bigger problems to solve. i'll just try to act like a super-human. ehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-1692954493213421764?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/1692954493213421764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=1692954493213421764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1692954493213421764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/1692954493213421764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-is-she-where-is-she-why-did-she.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-2062888173297078919</id><published>2008-08-24T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:13:27.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iep'/><title type='text'>i failed my social experiment last night.</title><content type='html'>i failed my social experiment last night.

i went to the jpes party at ascend, bonifacio high street &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; because i want to meet new (non-ua&amp;amp;p) friends. unfortunately, i wasn't able to due to the hassles.

it's good that some of my fifth year friends were there. and i found a new company.  i met some fourth year iep . also, i was really close to meeting my crush but some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asoge&lt;/span&gt; rushed her to go home. damn!

i didn't really enjoy what happened last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-2062888173297078919?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/2062888173297078919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=2062888173297078919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2062888173297078919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2062888173297078919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-failed-my-social-experiment-last.html' title='i failed my social experiment last night.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5594771335608392335</id><published>2008-08-18T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:59:49.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school of economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bea'/><title type='text'>school of economics week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the school of economics finally ended. it's not that i want to end right away. actually, i would like to extend it for two more weeks - and that's how much fun i had from the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it started with the get-together with dr. bernardo villegas, who just arrived from his break at spain, last tuesday august 12. he told us the vision of the IEP program 39 years ago, which was to be the leading think-tank here not only in the country but also in the world. he also shared to us how his life was when he was spain - comparing it to boston, where he had his graduate studies, decades ago. it was quite enriching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually, i dubbed that tuesday, 12th of august as my talk day. i had a talk regarding the state of the nation address organized by polis, political economy's org. it featured speeches from dr. anthony golez of the government, adel tamano - the spokesperson of united opposition, alex brillantes - representing the academe and dean of a college in UP, and gov. salceda of albay.

&lt;/span&gt;the next activity for the school of economics week was the SEC night. it showcased the talents (and the sabaw-ness) of the iep students and faculty. our batch, the juniors, presented a dance choreographed by bl and ralph tomenes and a cheer prepared by rjude. the seniors had a mini-skit with dances in between, which actually followed the theme of the event: superheroes. the super-seniors, i mean 5th year, presented a wacky puppet of paul and john plus a dance portion. certainly, the faculty also presented with recognizing the economic superheroes of the school of eco. awards, such as jumper mobility blah blah award, for each batch were given between the presentations and before the announcement of winner. the fourth year won the presentation. a sabaw dinner followed with people having pictures taken with the personalities of iep such as dr. villegas, dr. U, supermanzano, dr. abola.

that night did not just end with the dinner. the juniors were "initiated" by the super-seniors, john, nikko, and paul castillo. composed of drew, ralph, bl, rjude (the new recruits) and me (initiated already during the ewer awards) beat the super-seniors in a counter-strike match for "one hours." lastly, they also introduced us to the BI(buhat-inom) lifestyle by sharing a round of red horse and extra joss.

although a holiday, most of the iep, abep, and faculty of SEC went to ua&amp;amp;p for the School of Economics Sportsfest. starting with a torch relay of the students and faculty, all of us ran for a fun-run around the campus, played futsal, volleyball, table tennis, basketball, dodgeball. it was really tiring but all the work was paid with free lunch from mcdonald's and pizza from yellow cab. it was fun taunting at the upper batchmen and even to the faculty. we ranked 2nd behind the fourth year.

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just wished i got to know my crush. i had the opportunity but i let it go coz she gave me her excess slice of pizza (if i could just frame the slice).

&lt;/span&gt;thanks to UA&amp;amp;P-BEA for the wonderful week.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/11509407-5594771335608392335?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5594771335608392335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5594771335608392335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5594771335608392335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5594771335608392335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-of-economics-week.html' title='school of economics week'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-8118917229422629080</id><published>2008-08-15T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:47:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i am really stupid. more stupid than my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bow&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/11509407-8118917229422629080?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/8118917229422629080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=8118917229422629080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8118917229422629080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/8118917229422629080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-really-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-7331783501967203939</id><published>2008-08-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:35:17.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when was the last time that i became harsh to myself?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;now, i invite you to come and join me in my self mutilation on this blog. please feel free to write anything that you desire. if you know where this post would lead to, please comment and connect something to it.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hi arjay!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;tarantado. mukha kang gago. para kang tanga. wala kang hiya. sino ka? ano akala mo sa sarili mo? di ka na nahiya. patapon ka! burn in hell! burn in the fourth circle of hell! di ka na natuto. wala ka na sa katinuan. dalhin ka sana ng walang awat na ipo-ipo sa kung saan ka man nababagay. patapon ka! B.S. ka.

&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;woohoo... please, paki-connect na lang.

thanks.

yours truly,
arjay
&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/11509407-7331783501967203939?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7331783501967203939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7331783501967203939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7331783501967203939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7331783501967203939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-was-last-time-that-i-became-harsh.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-9221708542354122013</id><published>2008-08-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:17:16.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and if you still don't understand</title><content type='html'>when you are in the battlefield, you don't just pop your head out, shoot your enemies, and rely mainly on your bullet-proof vest.

you think, and wait for the right timing. then, you shoot.

and shooting is not just pulling the trigger. you aim with your scope, let the target fall on the dead center of the crosshair. and only after that you pull it.

you try to hide at first. not because you're scared but you patiently wait for the timing.

lastly, you don't attack and if nothing happens, you run away or foolishly defend yourself. you first have to protect your head, your arms, your torso.

i see you open, can i just shoot you in the head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-9221708542354122013?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/9221708542354122013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=9221708542354122013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/9221708542354122013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/9221708542354122013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-if-you-still-dont-understand.html' title='and if you still don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4383361665807422646</id><published>2008-07-20T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:04:44.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world youth day'/><title type='text'>during the vigil</title><content type='html'>=============
ma, mami, jen.

you three were all right. it can get really cold oout in here. it's good that mami gave me a pair of leggings. my legs can still feel the cold wind. jen, i got a pair of soccer socks (the long ones) over leggings i'm wearing right now. ma, i brought enough clothers - say 6 clothes to make a very thick layer but they're not really of help. i'm just wondering how could the caucasians here can stand the almost five degrees celsius of cold wind. and it's not even snowing here (how much more if there's snow?)

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there's a lot of people out here. different countries. different language. different accents. right now, i'm located around some "slovenijans" (i still have to check it out) and some people from hong kong. earlier, we've met some filipinos from different countries. some from united states, canada, papua new guinea, new zealand. but mostly are from australia.

it's quite amazing that i see philippine flag worm by someone who is with the aussie group. i'm just wondering if they still consider themselves filipinos. i'm still in doubt of their nationality (or sense of it) though they respond to our cheers (such as mabuhay!) or they call us out upon seeing the Philippine flag. it must be because i was just disturbed when i met a kid from wollemi whose parents are both filipinos but considers himself a half-pinoy. weird? i know.

by the way, filipinos here are called here filos. love? maybe.
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ros,

how are you? what are you doing right now, bud? i hope you're doing well right now. i just wish i was there on your birthday. how was the surprise - sorry if that was all i can think of and wasn't able to plan a more bonggang surprise, just like last year. i wish too that i got to see you when you knew that the video wasn't  actually a venatores video.

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right now, i'm now enjoying sydney. they have a good weather here. cold but not snowy. cold that you can wear several layers of clothes - sartorialism, baby. however, it can get really hot here reaching 35 degrees. hotter than the philippines. hmm... climate's a notch higher than philippines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4383361665807422646?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4383361665807422646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4383361665807422646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4383361665807422646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4383361665807422646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/07/during-vigil.html' title='during the vigil'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-2474511813670644997</id><published>2008-07-14T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:55:56.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world youth day'/><title type='text'>second day mate!</title><content type='html'>and this day partially ends my day as a traveler here in sydney. and what a good day to cap it off!

i had a great experience when we went to the blue mountain. i'm sure ms. gruet mentioned it during our australian studies. it was a never ending walk. after getting off the train which we first missed on our way to the mountains, we started walking from the station to the park where we had our lunch. (we had marmalade, butter and bread for breakfast and we had the same during lunch.)
and to get to the observation decks fronting the blue mountains, we had to walk for almost 30minutes. from the observation decks to the three sisters, stone formations named after a myth or vice-versa. whatever! and oh, blue mountain's at katamboo but i'm not sure if it's still in sydney.

on our way home, we had the last ride of the train. and it really highlights my day.

why?

we had companions in the train. drunken kids. i mean they're really crazy. they drink inside the train, though it's prohibited. they also made fun of our mates from wollemi college, asking different silly questions. i really hated it. good thing that mike, dae and i did not try to meddle with the situation. even peter, who was a former cop but presently a teacher, didn't intefere with what happened. they made silly remarks. below are some of the lines:

"so, you are going to penrith. are you also going to the jesus thing? the youth day thing?"

"have you kissed a girl?"
ben, a student and wollemi boy, said no.
the girl insisted "do you want me to kiss you?"
"no! my girlfriend's gonna get jealous." and the wollemi group just laughed.

a wollemi kid made a joke "we have a cop here!" and the whole drunken group went to them and almost went wild.

here's the scenario. some girls, part of the drunken group, are smoking when the train stops. they are drinking inside the train. they're making fun of us. a guy wearing cap even shouted inside that he is christ. that same guy, i saw him kissing another guy. is he gay? i don't know you could barely tell, coz' gay guys are really hidden here, especially that sydney's a gay capital. i also saw a guy sitting on, again, another guy's lap. the latter's even kissing the former on the neck. yuck! yuck! yuck!

i was really helpless during that time. i couldn't help my friends get away from the situation because honestly, i don't want to be discriminated on my second stay here. i don't wanna have a bad impression on austalians now that i met a few mates who are really welcoming us. if dae and mike only knew, i was shivering, at first because of cold, but minutes after, i was restless because i was really afraid they would pick on us. i mean, discriminate us. arggh...

anyway, i'm so full right now. just had snags (hotdogs) and the barbi (que, pronounced as ba-bee) courtesy of the wollemi kids' parents. snags are so delicious that i had four on bun. australians make snags which are really tasty.

that's all mate.
-arjay diño (shivering)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-2474511813670644997?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/2474511813670644997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=2474511813670644997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2474511813670644997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/2474511813670644997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-day-mate.html' title='second day mate!'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-4537361645346978580</id><published>2008-07-13T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:25:10.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world youth day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>first day in aussie</title><content type='html'>good day, mate.

i'm here at wollemi college, somewhere in werrington, sydney australia. it's good that they have a computer so that i could blog what has been happening to me. just wanna say right away, Thank You to the parents and school facilitator of the school.

hmm... here are some of the things i've noticed on my short trip around sydney.

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;language.&lt;/span&gt;

i learned from my australian studies class that a tourism advertisement of australia was banned in UK for including "bloody hell", a profane phrase. thus, it seems to them that australians are "vulgar" in using the term. however, i call it weird. or was it because i grew up on a country with american influence. i'm so used to seeing "please watch your step" signs on steps, but here it's different: "mind your step." also, another signage used the term "rubbish" in the line please "throw your rubbish in the trash can."

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weather

&lt;/span&gt;it's really cold in here that i have to wear five clothes: undershirt, collared shirt, long-sleeves top, and two jackets. and i'm serious. ok fine, it's because climate in manila is really harsh, i mean hot. due to the weather, i don't mind walking for miles. i never got tired and exhausted from walking. it's cool here, i mean, i get to walk wearing a jacket and my very huge backpack.

i've been to baguio and i know that relatively it's cool there but i haven't experienced having heater on my room, our (class)room. it's weird staying on a warm room and then going out on a very chilly and windy open space.

transportation

based on my first day here, it is either you walk or you take a train in going to different places. i have seen some buses they were close to getting empty. was it because today's a sunday, a rest day for them? i don't know. let's wait til tomorrow or world youth day festivities start.

mr. paras, you are right. a secret to having a successful country is a good means of public transportation. and they have it here with their trains. as far as i can remember, i saw four or five lines, and almost all are connected. the train's fast too that having a trip of an hour and a half would mean like marikina to laguna, say 50 km.

money

i'm so used to not valuing coins because in the philippines, coins don't have that large value. here, the smaller your gold coins, the higher the value and it is very different when compared to manila. with your really small coins, say 3 gold coins, you can go as far as 50 km or you can have a big mac which reminds of my next topic.

firsts

it's my first time here in australia. first time to go out of the country. first time to see an extinct tree, the wollemi tree which my school where i'm staying is named after. first time to see bats hanging on the trees. first time to see the sydney opera house. first time to experience 5-12 degrees celcius

but what could top off my firsts is to eat BIG MAC at mcdonalds. i'll just assume you know why it's that special. ehehe


til the next time,

arjay diño.
&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/11509407-4537361645346978580?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4537361645346978580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4537361645346978580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4537361645346978580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4537361645346978580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-day-in-aussie.html' title='first day in aussie'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-4257943527526184979</id><published>2008-07-08T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:58:37.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world youth day'/><title type='text'>the Papa</title><content type='html'>i'm really excited to leave the country for the first time. ahaha australia baby!

not as a tourist though, but as a pilgrim. a pilgrim. pilgrim, not tourist. a traveler, perhaps. traveler who is seeking for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the right way&lt;/span&gt;. ehehe

but i would really like to thank my family who supported me in this trip and all the sponsors whose names shall be kept in confidentiality.

anyway, keeping up with the theme of excitement, i just wanna say that i'm excited to have the chance of meeting the Pope, Pope Benedict XVI. i hope that i could get a good shot of him - hmm... something to aim for.

i'm really excited to go on a pilgrim. i have always limited the concept of pilgrimage to the muslims that i never thought that Christians do pilgrimage also. ehehe. a week and a half of prayers, wow, i never thought that this will be a really cool period. i mean, we get to be enlightened...

there, thank you to all. pray that i may get a safe trip and a chance to meet the Pope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-4257943527526184979?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/4257943527526184979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=4257943527526184979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4257943527526184979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/4257943527526184979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/07/papa.html' title='the Papa'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-5208007720580314936</id><published>2008-06-21T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T04:02:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the play of words.</title><content type='html'>i really hate it when people refer to the girl, who is really specially to me,

she is just a girl.

first of all, she is THE girl and not JUST A girl.


and i think, people see her as just one of the many other girls other. but i BEG TO DIFFER. she is above the usual, stands out from the rest and is really really special.

please, to who will refer to her as JUST A girl, think about.

there's SO MUCH in being just a girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-5208007720580314936?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/5208007720580314936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=5208007720580314936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5208007720580314936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/5208007720580314936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-play-of-words.html' title='in the play of words.'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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-11509407.post-7839440787686425324</id><published>2008-06-16T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T04:16:04.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>date with ben and jen</title><content type='html'>right after the grad practice last june 5, i went straight to megamall to meet two of my closest friends, jen and ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the date was really sabaw as if we ate some brownies. ahaha. sobrang sabog talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met at wendy's where the two had dinner. then strolled around megamall till we ended up seeing the art exhibit of the friend of jen's professor (or camp master, i don't know how to call him eh). there, we got to see the artsy fartsy peeps who really were cool, and i mean it in the most sarcastic way. since there was no place in megamall where we could sit down and talk (for free) we decided to stay at the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to burger king marcos hi-way because jen craved to have some desserts. ben and i got some whoppers for dessert. yeah i know, we're gluttonous. but actually, we were just hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are some the pictures of our date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SFwNcNwCMbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/31jMvwQFYNA/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SFwNcNwCMbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/31jMvwQFYNA/s320/DSC00471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214057246966821298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SFwNcW49awI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BqFeENOczzE/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SFwNcW49awI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BqFeENOczzE/s320/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214057249420176130" 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/11509407-7839440787686425324?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7839440787686425324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7839440787686425324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7839440787686425324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7839440787686425324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-with-ben-and-jen.html' title='date with ben and jen'/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2bcAXsqIpg/SFwNcNwCMbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/31jMvwQFYNA/s72-c/DSC00471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11509407.post-7172618741232491157</id><published>2008-06-08T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:05:00.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just like to greet my sister, LEA,

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

ehehe




from your very annoying kuya,
arjay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11509407-7172618741232491157?l=lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/feeds/7172618741232491157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11509407&amp;postID=7172618741232491157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7172618741232491157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11509407/posts/default/7172618741232491157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelostintheshuffle.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-like-to-greet-my-sister-lea.html' title=''/><author><name>arjayd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01392312272806922570</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>
