<?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-2335253979973541549</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:19:57.233+08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='what about'/><category term='SPR'/><title type='text'>B I T T E R S W E E T</title><subtitle type='html'>about myself..everything..bisan unsa sa bisaya gud..hahaha..ahhwss</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-6570863070838945969</id><published>2010-10-05T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:49:43.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Were the DAYS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes, when i think back about the past. I simply can't believe what i have been doing, during those days.. (hahaha).. Was that really ME? Or was it just from my imaginations? illusions? damn!! what was really it then? Yet, what i have become now has made me more human, more sensual being, more responsible being.. Sakto kaha na? hehehhe.. I guess the past has made me more than what i have become now.. sometimes when I browse here on my page i simply can't imagine what i have been writing before.. well, i guess that was BEFORE. NOW is totally different. And i think its really great! Because I'm very happy with what I am now. I'm happy with the people that surrounds me.. No SUPERMAN. No BATMAN. No SPIDERMAN. But I have a MAN who loves and take good care of me.. This MAN is my medication and my everything..And with that alone I am HAPPY. And I think, i miss writing, here on my page.. hhmmmm... i think i can start tonight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-6570863070838945969?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/6570863070838945969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=6570863070838945969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/6570863070838945969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/6570863070838945969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/buhay-n-f-e.html' title='Those Were the DAYS...'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-8414830734485957145</id><published>2008-09-29T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:00:22.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Ding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ve always hated that wall against us&lt;br /&gt;Why us?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any US?&lt;br /&gt;I simply hate that ever since….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s that wall for by the way?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let it stay for long anymore&lt;br /&gt;It annoys everyone&lt;br /&gt;You and me of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been there?&lt;br /&gt;I noticed it before&lt;br /&gt;You also did&lt;br /&gt;But why did we let it grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the wall has its own place&lt;br /&gt;That no one could erase&lt;br /&gt;I can’t bear it&lt;br /&gt;Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese and crackers!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break the down the wall&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you too?&lt;br /&gt;It has stayed for long somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want that wall to be the obstacle&lt;br /&gt;I may have you&lt;br /&gt;But not unless the wall has been taken&lt;br /&gt;How absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its obscurity separates us&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let that happen&lt;br /&gt;But if you will&lt;br /&gt;Then go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain and simple&lt;br /&gt;Things hasn’t been easy before&lt;br /&gt;How much now?&lt;br /&gt;Now, that some things from within is blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some things must fall to its place&lt;br /&gt;The way it has to be where.&lt;br /&gt;You are just irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;Darn that wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-8414830734485957145?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/8414830734485957145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=8414830734485957145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8414830734485957145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8414830734485957145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/ding-ding.html' title='Ding Ding'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-1031790355156797522</id><published>2008-09-28T16:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:13:04.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walah Neh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can’t stand this feeling. Darn! What’s this? It’s like a perfect storm that hit me inevitably. Why now? Yoohooo! I just love it! It helped me to keep me goin’. I hope this will be the last time I will …. (hahahah) After a how many years of frustrations I have never felt this way before. It’s a feeling of completeness and merriment that engulfs my heart and mind. Is this really it? I can’t explain somehow. Why is he damn so different among others? Darn! He’s not even that you know what I mean. It’s just that, there’s something in him that I don’t know? Somewhat something? LOL (unsa diay?) I hope he felt the same way too. Ooh boy! What to do now? Am I already into him? Since when did I start to care about him so much? Since when did I start to miss him? And since when did I start to fall for him? Poor heavens! Have I gone crazy? What is he doin’ with me? I can’t barely imagine the fact that that that……..(walah neh!) Ooh bliss! He’s a superb and he’s even worst than you could imagine. And why the heck it’s him? His imperfection totally sucks but that made all the excitements and perfections. And besides I have no right to be mad at all. He's not even mine.  (sigh) Why does loving him felt so wrong yet I'm convinced that its definitely right.  See you around Superman . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love isn’t about how much you can get. It’s about how much you’re willing to give and sacrifice just for the one you love. Love means never having to say you're sorry. Love is even more beautiful than you could ever imagine. Love is something that no one could explain unless you experience it. And yet somehow, we’re terribly blinded. Love starts when you start caring for the person. Love defies all the wrongs and seeks for truth. But certainly, I prefer to preserve these three precious words “I love you” for True Love definitely Waits.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-1031790355156797522?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/1031790355156797522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=1031790355156797522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/1031790355156797522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/1031790355156797522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/walah-neh.html' title='Walah Neh'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-3371568121039532157</id><published>2008-09-19T06:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:01:36.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W H A T E V E R</title><content type='html'>Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be more sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really care about me so much, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you never told me sooner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these things aren’t going anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why hold on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t figure it out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about him that says…whatever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got his own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got mine too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-3371568121039532157?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/3371568121039532157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=3371568121039532157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3371568121039532157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3371568121039532157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-you-can-you-be-more-sensitive-damn.html' title='W H A T E V E R'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-5050765376551188687</id><published>2008-09-16T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:10:16.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no Superwoman . . .</title><content type='html'>Why do people think like I know everything? (dleh oi! Hag asss!)&lt;br /&gt;That I’m like this and that. (wateber!)&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break guys. (ayaw lageh ky gaganahan koh!)&lt;br /&gt;It might sound flattering. (hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess not. (mananghid kung mgjoke huh?)&lt;br /&gt;I always fail. (kablo mo ana!)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even finish a simple program. (grabeeeh jod!)&lt;br /&gt;I always rely on others. (permi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even show what I’m feelin’. (corprim like!)&lt;br /&gt;So what do you expect? (aneh jod koh)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I felt like dispersing. (ako mn gud koh busa prmi mkita!)&lt;br /&gt;And fall into pieces. (charr! Unsay epek?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like being treated like I’m somebody. (makalagot jod!)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be treated like someone who can also get hurt. (rhoowwww nah daun!)&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t strong. (dleh koh Johnny bravo!)&lt;br /&gt;Am I that domineering? (lahi rah jod!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you know. (alang sa inyong kasayoran!)&lt;br /&gt;I always hate myself for this. (iring!)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel some affection. (unsa ron?)&lt;br /&gt;For Pete’s sake! (kinsa si pete?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that hard to be loved? (gugma jod?)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh dear! (lisod jod?)&lt;br /&gt;People say it so. (permi nalang!)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that hard to please either. (dleh lageh koh tamili?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always like someone. (permi man nah!)&lt;br /&gt;But I can never love someone instantly. (lahi neh xah..)&lt;br /&gt;The question is? (ang pangutana?)&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever been in love? (pagsure?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t tell... (lisod e-explain!)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? Just maybe... (hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, can I ask a favor? (karon lang bitaw?)&lt;br /&gt;Stop calling me **********! (okay? Ulaw man gud….)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no superpowers. (that's a record.)&lt;br /&gt;I can't even please everyone. (dbuh?)&lt;br /&gt;Labi na sa eyah? Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Cheese and crackers! (The Happening)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-5050765376551188687?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/5050765376551188687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=5050765376551188687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5050765376551188687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5050765376551188687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-no-superwoman.html' title='I am no Superwoman . . .'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-3662552642532300873</id><published>2008-09-12T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:07:44.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B I T T E R S W E E T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, life can be so surprising. Things happen inevitably that you yourself cannot hold back. But wait, everything happens for a reason and so things has its own significance. I always believe on this so-called phrase “Expect the unexpected.” Because at the end of the day things turn out to be different on what it seemed to be. Anyways, why do people tend to expect so much? So much that, at the end you’ll just end up in frustrations. Oohh well, there’s always a room for it but then we have to limit our expectations. Though, we cannot avoid anticipating unto things that we think the very best craze to take place. Let’s be open to possibilities. Things just happen! Wishful thinking might be as good as it gets BUT learn by heart that there ain’t always good things. Good and bad things are distinct to each other but they come all together. Now and then we tend to get paranoid that things might not happen what we hoped for. We cannot avoid these things to happen; all we could do is carrying out the best of everything. We only live once in this world, so make the most of it. Do not live unto others expectations. (Sila nalang mag IKAW... watchathink??) Do not judge the outcome but rather move forward and see the difference. Get a life that is full of strength and aspiration. Do not hold unto things that will surely destroy you but rather move on. Keep moving, until such time you’ll realize your worth. Don’t get jaded, who’s to know, your luck resides in front of you already. And all you gotta do is grab it. Stop dwelling behind somebody’s back. Face the challenge. The best of times are waiting ahead of you.  You are what you are. You are worth of yourself. We are! Who the heck cares! Feel the intense of life. Life is beautiful and full of surprises.  Its toughness is unusual that’s why we have to taste its bitterness and sweetness. You might be surprised soon. (LOL) Darn! Why am I writing all these crap? Sure, it makes sense right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-3662552642532300873?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/3662552642532300873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=3662552642532300873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3662552642532300873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3662552642532300873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/b-i-t-t-e-r-s-w-e-e-t.html' title='B I T T E R S W E E T'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-26103820139414096</id><published>2008-09-09T21:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:17:18.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope.. So Close..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(09/09/2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help a friend see things more conservatively -- they are taking too many risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the sales pitch one of your friends gives you today with a grain of salt. Sure, they may sound one hundred percent positive about something, but your healthy intuition is telling you that this thing isn't all it's cracked up to be. Do your best to alert your friend to your concerns in a very diplomatic way -- you don't want them to think you are attacking them. Help them see things more conservatively -- show them that they should be more careful in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10/09/2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretending that a problem will go away isn't a solution. Deal with the conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that a problem will just go away some day isn't a solution -- it's only going to cause you more stress down the line. Just like removing a bandage, the faster you deal with it, the less pain you will feel. So if you need to discuss a sensitive issue with someone who's known to have a trigger temper, be direct, be honest and be prepared for questions. You can't avoid this conflict. All you can do is begin it on your terms, which is an advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-26103820139414096?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/26103820139414096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=26103820139414096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/26103820139414096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/26103820139414096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/horoscope-so-close.html' title='Horoscope.. So Close..'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-8338213361461205351</id><published>2008-09-05T11:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:07:14.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at HER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's stupid! She slips. She irks. She sobs. She cries. She laughs. She shouts. She gets mad. She’s timid. She's bitter. She’s frail. But they think she’s tough. She fails. She’s snobbish. She’s dull. She’s boring. She’s pathetic. She’s a slob. She’s a pessimist. She’s insensitive in some ways. She’s stubborn. She’s numb. She’s lousy.  She’s confused. She thinks she’s worthless. She stumbles. She falls. She’s horrible. She’s jealous. She’s insecure. She’s harsh. She’s a dummy! She’s sick. She’s got a scar, a scar that taunts her every day. Where those torments do came from? How is she now? Is she okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her…Is she herself? She’s nowhere to be found. She’s not listening. Someone’s been calling her. Someone’s been finding her. Someone’s been willing to give he a hand. Someone’s been into her. But she refused to pay attention.(She and her foolish pride. ) What's wrong with her?  Why is she like that? And what is it to me? To us? Leave her alone. Let her do what she wanted. She’ll grasp soon. Give her time. She’s been suffering lots of dilemmas. She doesn’t want someone to be troubled by her tribulations.  She doesn’t even know where to put her place. Do you know a place elsewhere? NOWHERE. Why does every one thinks she’s got everything when she ain’t got a thing. Can you take her out from those miseries? Come and get her. Rescue her. It might be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“(*Just fallen down the middle of a spiral staircase, Clark catches her before she hits the floor*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chloe: "You know you don't have to wait till the last second!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clark: Well where's the fun in that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-8338213361461205351?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/8338213361461205351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=8338213361461205351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8338213361461205351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8338213361461205351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-at-her.html' title='Look at HER...'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-3028178467577127111</id><published>2008-09-03T07:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:46:28.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impact of E-Games to the Students</title><content type='html'>What is E-Game?&lt;br /&gt;Electronic-GAME is a generic term for any amusement or recreation using a stand-alone video game like PSP’s (PlayStation Portable) desktop computer or the Internet with one or more players.  Dota also known as The World of Warcrafts, Tantra Online, RAN Online, Audition, MU Online, Ragnarok, Cabal Online, Rakion, GunBound, NBA Live and Counter Strike are some examples of E-Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern technology finds its way to interrupt the learning of the students. Some students would say that it’s just their “past time”, “a sport as well”, “hobby perhaps”, but as too much of it, might lead to addiction. Lots of students were engaged to playing online games nowadays. I myself had a near to addiction experience with this particular games. I am also familiar with those students who are used to playing such games; others know their limitation while the others had gone crazy with all those stuffs. Meanwhile, in most cases IT and other Computer related courser students are more often inclined with online games as what I have noticed lately than those who do not distinguish the world of Information Technology. The computer environment not only influences the people who use it, but also has a behavior that affects the whole social setting of the students most preferably. Several of its effects can already be seen in society at large. Although we do not know their scope and their impact in the long run, we believe that we should try to take them into consideration in the design of teaching-learning situations to the students. With the help of the internet and other reliable resources I have researched several aspects that might as well catch the attention of the students who are hooked with E-Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Casual – Eventually, online games require no teacher, it only require skill and clues which are essential in searching for solutions upon playing the game. Some player would love multiple player game just like basketball. It’s like playing within a team wherein there is also a scoring which made it more relaxing and comfortable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Entertainment - In the age of Internet, E-Games is an irresistible attraction among all age groups. The desire to play games has turned students to be more techno oriented these days. E-Games are flexible and perceptive; it's easy to use so you can spend your time playing games instead of programming them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sophisticated programmed E-Game usually includes the following features: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Easy, intuitive authoring interfaces.&lt;br /&gt;• An array of different game types. &lt;br /&gt;• Detailed Help files, sample games, and demonstrations. &lt;br /&gt;• Cross-platform playback using the Flash web player. &lt;br /&gt;• No messy software downloads or installation requirements. &lt;br /&gt;• Options to create games from your web browser. &lt;br /&gt;• You can choose from several skins for your games, including a custom skin that allows you to modify the colors. &lt;br /&gt;• Full customization for any of the game types. &lt;br /&gt;• Your own online Arcade system that allows you to group your games into custom multi-player arcades and invite players to compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Interactive - As a form of multimedia entertainment, modern video games contain a unique synthesis of 3D art, Computer Graphic effects, architecture, artificial intelligence, sound effects, dramatic performances, music, storytelling, and, most importantly, interactivity. This interactivity enables the player to explore environments that range from  reality to stylized, artistic expressions (something no other form of entertainment can allow) where the actions of the player operating as a single variable. In this respect, every game scenario will play out a slightly different way every time. Even if the game is highly scripted, this can still feel like a large amount of freedom to the student who played the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Convenient - Modern technology has the ability to deliver results or feeds of what student want to see, rather than the viewer seeing only what the broadcaster decides you want to see. The student need not pay for their time playing for there are already Video Game installers that enables the students to play anytime they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Trend of Learning - Commercial E-Games as well as on-purpose educational E-Games can be used as a part of any personalized eLearning process and help the learner to carry out more adapted learning tasks to achieve personalized objectives. It improves the learning capabilities of the student as well as his leadership, management skills, logic and spatial memory (how the brain stores information regarding the location of physical objects in space - the environment around you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Connectivity - The digital generation is growing in a world connected synchronically, both types of connection offer access to information and to social relations in highly varied ways because of DSL, Wireless Fidelity and other Internet Providers. For this reason, the new generation tends to approach problems from a different angle; their searches for trends are carried out via Information and Communications Technology (ICTs) which is widely-known to students. And such online games contribute much to the holistic approach of the technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Addiction – Basically a video game overuse is a proposed form of psychological addiction composed of a compulsive use of computer and video games. Sometimes the addiction will manifest itself as part of excessive Internet use. Most notable are massively multiplayer online role-playing games  and related to the Internet addiction disorder. Instances have been reported in which students play impulsively, separating themselves from social contact and focusing almost entirely on electronic game achievements rather than educational and life events of the student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Violence - The topic of violence in popular media is controversial. This includes video games. Violence in games (some of which they both call "murder simulators") hardens students to unethical acts. It would take effect to their environment and to the people they see everyday which would make them dreadful in some ways that those people around them might not be able to recognize and adjust with their sudden change of behavior. Such hostility won’t give an advantage rather it would put the student to an absolute threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Outlet – Almost all students tend to express their hidden characters on these particular games because they are independent to do so which they can’t afford to do it on their real life. Also, most of the popular E-Games are single player because it’s much harder to build a team that’s why they become independent and it’s their way of conveying their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unhealthy - Electronic Games lessens the improvement of the motor skills (requires an organism to utilize their skeletal muscles effectively in a goal directed manner). Student kept using their mental abilities but their body isn’t moving at all. To the fact that they’d get used to starve themselves just to play the game and play all day long forgetting what would it cost them by staying late and eating nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evolution of the World Wide Web in favor of the Information Technology plays a great role to the society, so as to the students which are the foremost to explore the World of technology. The world of Electronic- Game isn’t that unpleasant or beautiful, it depends on how the students play with it. It’s a matter of balancing on how we perceive and react to things. Generally, students vary in different ways. Student’s perception poles apart on their principles and environment. Those impacts mentioned above are basic common grounds that a student ought to be aware of, for it will serve as a guidance and sort of a reminder as the students evolved with the fast growing technologies, who are already hooked unto such games, those who are slowly getting obsessed, those who are going to play electronic games in the future and for those who want to know. The thing is that “Too much of everything is bad.” So better be keen and knowledgeable unto these trendy stuffs to be more cautious. I’m not saying that these games will harm the students or so, just a mere fact that will enlighten the minds of the students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-3028178467577127111?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/3028178467577127111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=3028178467577127111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3028178467577127111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3028178467577127111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/impact-of-e-games-to-students.html' title='Impact of E-Games to the Students'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-5703712710049341951</id><published>2008-08-30T08:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:07:29.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you help me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Memories from the past will always be there, longing might be bittersweet but what matters most is the experience." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's over. I gotta leave it all behind. A new start ain't bad right? I have to go on. I have to help myself from this untold misery. I have to fix what has been broken. I have to know what's been missing all those days. I have to be myself. I have to get up and feel the life, its beauty and uniqueness that abounds. I have to taste it. I have to know what love has to offer. I have to know how to be hurt again. I have to know what it takes to be a woman. I should not stay here being a worthless, shameless coward, unconfident and nobody creature. I have to be somebody else for those people I love. I have be better. Will you help me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-5703712710049341951?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/5703712710049341951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=5703712710049341951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5703712710049341951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5703712710049341951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-you-help-me.html' title='Will you help me?'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-8028447264918429369</id><published>2008-08-28T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:36:56.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over!</title><content type='html'>Oh Ma God! I'm fine now! I'm okay! Yahoooooooo! That was a RELIEF! Things were falling apart from the last few weeks. And now, rest assured that all those weird feelings were false alarms! Thanks to you! You made me realize a thing? Hahaha! Cool! You are really SOMEONE. For now, I’m happy knowing that you woke me up.  I’m all over it! It ain’t what I’m thinkin’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me with those eyes, you don't know it all.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look down on me like I'm a child who doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare tell me what to think or what to feel?&lt;br /&gt;What to love or what to hate.&lt;br /&gt;What makes you so special?!&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know!&lt;br /&gt;You're so handsome?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;You're so popular?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;You're rich?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;You have so much?&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a crap? &lt;br /&gt;Not me.&lt;br /&gt;So quit treating me like I care what you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your petty thoughts to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;How would you like it if every time you did something wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at you.&lt;br /&gt;I scoffed at you.&lt;br /&gt;I made you feel like you're worthless.&lt;br /&gt;Did I?&lt;br /&gt;It hurts doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Get over yourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;But you know what SPIDERMAN?&lt;br /&gt;That was all a crap!&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Game over!  Restart? Quit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-8028447264918429369?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/8028447264918429369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=8028447264918429369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8028447264918429369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8028447264918429369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/game-over.html' title='Game Over!'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-5826413444591915186</id><published>2008-08-28T10:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:11:18.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T  E R M I N O L O G Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis&lt;/span&gt; -  also spelled -koniosis) is, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, "a factitious word alleged to mean 'a lung disease caused by the inhalation of very fine silica dust causing inflammation in the lungs. Occurring chiefly as an instance of a very long word."[1]. It was coined to serve as the longest English word and is the longest word ever to appear in an English language dictionary. It is listed in the current edition of several dictionaries.[2] A condition meeting the word's definition is normally called silicosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/span&gt; - is an English word in the song with the same title in the musical film Mary Poppins. The song was written by the Sherman Brothers, and sung by Julie Andrews and Dick van Dyke. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is a nonsense word meaning fantastic. The critics' belief that the word itself has obscure origins has created some debate about when it was first used historically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dukot&lt;/span&gt; - (visayan-filipino word, noun)- scorch (english term)- the burnt food that sticks to the kettle after cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Déjà vu&lt;/span&gt; - "already seen"; also called paramnesia, from Greek παρα para, "near" + μνήμη mnēmē, "memory") is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously (an individual feels as though an event has already happened or has happened in the near past).The experience of déjà vu seems to be quite common among adults and children alike; in formal studies 70% of people report having experienced it at least once. References to the experience of déjà vu are also found in literature of the past,indicating it is not a new phenomenon. It has been extremely difficult to evoke the déjà vu experience in laboratory settings, therefore making it a subject of few empirical studies. Recently, researchers have found ways to recreate this sensation using hypnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nostalgic&lt;/span&gt; - without looking it up I would say that it is a remembrance that brings back happy feelings or maybe even a longing feeling that doesn't bring regret. Something you wish you would have done but didn't. But overall doesn't really matter anymore, it just would have been cool. Unhappy about being away and longing for familiar things or persons. A sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canker Sore&lt;/span&gt; - LUAS in bisaya, also called aphthous ulcers, are small, shallow lesions that develop on the soft tissues in your mouth — under your tongue, inside your cheeks or lips, and at the base of your gums. Unlike cold sores, canker sores don't occur on the surface of your lips and aren't contagious. They can be very painful, however, and can make eating and talking difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/span&gt; - is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely. A natural gift for making useful discoveries quite by accident. Well, my favourite definition comes from Julius H. Comroe, a biomedical researcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;center&gt;Serendipity is looking for a needle in a haystack&lt;br /&gt;                                    and finding the Farmer's Daughter.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word has its roots in "The Three Princes of Serendip",  a Persian story about three princes who had the knack of discovering things quite by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngalangala&lt;/span&gt; - Palate! (bagag ngala ngala!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalungat &lt;/span&gt; -  (kugmo! booger!)  is the thin, slippery material that is found inside your nose. Many people call mucus snot. Your nose makes nearly a cupful of snot every day. Snot is produced by the mucous membranes in the nose, which it moistens and protects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dork&lt;/span&gt; - Dork is a slang term that came about back in the 1960's. Typically, it's meant to refer to a stupid or ridiculous person, usually along the same lines as one would use the term "jerk."It's usually used to refer to someone who's "geeky" or "nerdy." In addition, somewhere along the line it also started to be used in a more vulgar slang way to refer to the penis. A whale's penis. (I'm not sure when that came about though.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-5826413444591915186?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/5826413444591915186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=5826413444591915186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5826413444591915186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5826413444591915186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/t-e-r-m-i-n-o-l-o-g-y.html' title='T  E R M I N O L O G Y'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-7879216100527721203</id><published>2008-08-28T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:11:23.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's the day! Happy fiesta CDeO. Cagayanon's malipayong piyesta? Bantay sa gubot! I prefer to stay at home! I'm pretty sure I'm gona be bored at the city. Darn! And by the way, the SPR CS addicts are having a tournament at Kim and Kaye internet Cafe located at Cogon. Break a leg guys! I'm sorry for not being there. I suppose my presence won't do a thing! So be it! I wish you luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-7879216100527721203?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/7879216100527721203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=7879216100527721203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/7879216100527721203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/7879216100527721203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/fiesta-galore.html' title='Fiesta Galore'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-9065591492575064492</id><published>2008-08-27T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:11:29.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A SECRET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What the f**k is wrong with me? Damn! I hate this! I totally hate this. It’s really weird. It’s really awkward. It’s a MESS. I’m messing up with my friends. So, what now? Please help me get through this. I might blow up sooner. (sigh) The question is? Who’s gonna help me? FUCK! I should’ve known these things before. I can’t even confide to anyone. It’s like a torture. I can’t go on like this anymore. I don’t wanna hurt those people around me. I don’t wanna see them freak out when they found out that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who’s who? Ssshhhhh... Be quiet. I’m gonna tell you something. But! But… It’s a secret dude. I must keep it myself. And the least thing I could do is to shut my mouth. Damn! Why can’t I tell anyone about this? Yeah! Yeah! Right! I know! You need not remind me! I’m pretty sure of what I’m doin’. But the thing here is that….. I might explode sooner. I’m such a dummy coward, afraid to be caught. Loser like! And I‘m always the second best! Why can’t I be the best? LOL! Duuhhh... I’m freakin’ out in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a scope about this secret. For me, he’s just some other guy. Ahh! No! No! He’s quite a guy. A guy who’s been searching himself all his life but his search took him nowhere but…Shhhh… And oohhh wait a second. Let just call him SPIDERMAN. He is something! But I guess.... I gotta leave it that way..I never thought that it would end like this. Oohh well, then maybe, God has his own reasons why he let this happen to me. Everything happens for a reason right? (hush) It’s alright! I have Him. Buckle up Beng! Just watch your mouth okay? You just don’t know how it’ll cost  you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must leave out all the rest… and you too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-9065591492575064492?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/9065591492575064492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=9065591492575064492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/9065591492575064492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/9065591492575064492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-secret.html' title='I Have A SECRET'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-9100823960003273885</id><published>2008-08-20T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:09:57.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal sa PSCI01</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c20fd15fec3d6bf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c20fd15fec3d6bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331619179%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D380FC89E75AD8AD4036538A61450F4D132A14C35.13111C19E88455D0E98CCA77BF2D031472B44AC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c20fd15fec3d6bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX7Bc_FOQCIN_4bYK1-CfIXJ48nk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c20fd15fec3d6bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331619179%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D380FC89E75AD8AD4036538A61450F4D132A14C35.13111C19E88455D0E98CCA77BF2D031472B44AC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c20fd15fec3d6bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX7Bc_FOQCIN_4bYK1-CfIXJ48nk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Tawon ang kabuang sa PSCI namoh..ahhahaha..Lyndon y puangod ohh..hahahhh..halleeehh!bayota buh sad neh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-9100823960003273885?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8c20fd15fec3d6bf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/9100823960003273885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=9100823960003273885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/9100823960003273885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/9100823960003273885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/scandal-sa-psci01.html' title='Scandal sa PSCI01'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-6898096462121723938</id><published>2008-08-13T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:11:35.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hunungi nkoh buh..wala nkho kblo asa koh molugar..SAMOK KAH!..It ain't funny anymore! OA nah kaau! wala jod ky buot buh..samok jod kah..GROW UP..If I could only slap your face, I really would..The thing is that I don't have that spirit..I don't wanna be angry with you but you are pushing me..SO PLeeeaassssseee..give a life..I just want to be away from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: VOLDEMORT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-6898096462121723938?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/6898096462121723938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=6898096462121723938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/6898096462121723938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/6898096462121723938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoi.html' title='Hoi..'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-5471844341456320820</id><published>2008-08-11T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:09:01.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So? Unsa Man Jod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unsa man kah? Tao kah dbuh? Nganu anah man kah? Nganu grabeh man kaau kah kainsensitive. Dleh kah kablo mgdecide. So which is which? You should know your choices. So unsa man jod? Galibog najod koh sa emoha. Hinumdumi babae koh. I will stand to that. Dleh jod cguro mahitabo nga kita sa mga daghang reasons nga walah koh makasabot. Dleh man kah gwapo. Dleh kah down to earth. Kung buot huna hunaon. Dleh nalng koh magstorya abeh palang nanway koh? Hay! Ambot lang jod. A penny for my thoughts. Maglagot koh ug huna huna. But at least can you be worth it? I know there is still that big space in yourself nga ikaw rah ang mkaconfigure. Bitaw seryoso. Anyways, nganu magreact mn koh ug inane? I don’t own you. Dleh man kita. Never will be. Murag wala nay hope. Quite imposible. Ang akoa lang. at least can we normal be friends? Dleh abnormal.  Akoh nag gahasolan sa situation. Ug siguro akoh ang problema. Dle man koh tamili, it so happen dleh lang jod koh gusto ug walay klaro nga toott… Natagam nakoh anah. Dleh nah nakoh mahitabo pah usab. It cost me years para lang mkamove on. kapoy nah! Kung naah man mag abot? Ug kung naha buh kaha? I want it for good. Gusto nakoh mao nah. Possible kaha? Sa panahon karon ambot lang jod. Kapoy man gud magcgeh ug elis. Walay pulos. And bottomline aneh akong gpost walah koh kasabot. Libog jod koh nga pagkatao? Or wala lang jod kasabot sa akoa. But.. there is this one person nga kaela kaau sa akoa. Hahahaha! As in... gakakuyawan koh sa eyaha! Ain’t no way! Walah jod! Kay dleh jod pwd! Grabeh kah impossible… gakalingaw lang koh ug huna huna. Hulat nalang koh ug nay mahulog aneh. Hahahaha! Cgeh lang. BAHALA NAH SI BATMAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-5471844341456320820?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/5471844341456320820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=5471844341456320820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5471844341456320820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5471844341456320820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-unsa-man-jod.html' title='So? Unsa Man Jod'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-4614871773787155687</id><published>2008-08-10T08:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:09:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S H E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's a woman of courage. She’s old but still lovely. She’s the most loving and caring person I’ve known for so long. She’s my hero. She’s someone I love and adore so much. She’s the woman I respect most. She’s my favorite cook for she cooks well. She’s one of a kind. She’s responsible. She’s patient. She’s generous. She’s my inspiration. She’s my idol. (I wanna be like her someday.) She’s hopeful. She loves to eat. She loves me. She loves her family. She loves my siblings either. She’s independent. She’s everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to wash my laundries. She used to cook for me in the morning. She used to always nag at me in the morning. She used to prepare my things for school. She used to remind me that I am beautiful. She used to remind me to look good and neat. She used to tell me not to get into girl-boy relationship for it’s early for my age. She used to snap me. She used to spank me. She used to water the plants and hates me so much for I do it once in a month? She used to wait for me whenever I’ll be home late.  She used to always console me. She used to help me cook for parties. She used to bond with my friends. She used to tell me everything on her mind. She used to build her dreams and ambitions with me. She used to worry about me so much. She used to be there for me. She used to be my friend.  She used to my sister. She used to be my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to go to the city and make some grocery. We used to eat together.  We used to hang out together. We used to go to church together. We used to laugh together. We used to cry together. We used to walk and run together. We used to arrange her plants and plant flowers. We used to clean the house. We used to plan together. We used to sleep together. We used to share our problems. We used to do everything in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now she’s gone. She left us. She’s in heaven now. She’s watching me. She’s happy now. She’s okay now. She’s got everything now. She’s with Jesus now. She won’t suffer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s SHE. She’s my ever dearest loving MOTHER whom I missed so much.&lt;br /&gt;I love you MA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-4614871773787155687?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/4614871773787155687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=4614871773787155687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/4614871773787155687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/4614871773787155687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-h-e.html' title='S H E'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-658413421362221169</id><published>2008-08-10T07:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:43:01.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Messed Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Duuhhhh… Who cares if you guys won’t come? And you just did it! Ohh well, besides you wouldn’t care much too. I shouldn’t be expecting too much from you. Time stands still but the people around me won’t stay long. I do know that. The only thing I know that is change is CONSTANT so, I’ll make the most of my time. Life is short. Bahala moh! Judge me so. That’s the least thing you could do, criticizing people. (your friends?) I’m fed up! I guess it’s too much! Fuck all those gossips! Fuck pretenders! Fuck all who fucked up! Go on. I can’t fight with you assholes. Damn it! I messed up again. I got drunk? (guess so?) I vomited. I got dizzy. But I’m still myself. And I know what I’m doing. It was the second time around last night. (wtf*) Blame it to the unknown heroes. (LOL) I was so ashamed of what I’ve done.  Thanks to Titing, Aiza, Ronald and Gilbert. I enjoyed your company and those videos. Ronald just went home few minutes ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-658413421362221169?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/658413421362221169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=658413421362221169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/658413421362221169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/658413421362221169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-messed-up.html' title='I Messed Up'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-3352256015912798510</id><published>2008-08-09T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:09:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mimi and I had our dinner at Cinnamon while waiting for Nennen’s arrival. We were waiting at Cinnamon for about 2 hours just chatting and texting everybody to come over there. But sad to say nobody’s got the nerve to come. I wasn’t expecting Jake would come along with Mimi’s niece, just as Nennen arrived. After that we waited for Nennen to finish her dinner and we had a one jumbo of RH (panghimagas?) I also bought some kwek kwek (that was great!) And there were junk foods, lots of foods. After that Nennen decided to come online at Neberland café. (neverland diay!) I told them that I should be home that time for it’s already past eleven but then they forced me. (huhuhuh) I should’ve known. I should’ve gone home early. But I was compromised to come. Ohh well, what can I do? (wateber! Si bengkay naah sa neberland sa unsang orasa? 11-12:30 gang FYI. Para lang mgnet? Wat about!)   Thank God I was home safe. I swear to God that it won’t happen again. How wasted! Though I’ve seen damaged posts and knocked down trees due to the heavy rain and strong breeze while going home to Iponan, and so the taxi turned back and took another road to heading Villamar. (ang bayronon gang!) Thanks to Mimi and Nennen they gave me the fare for the taxi. (waaaaaaaaaahh) And ohhh Mimi texted me that the taxi she was riding got into trouble that it hit some other car. (whew!) But at least I’m thankful she’s fine now. She’s home safe. That was a night. At least I had a story to tell despite the boring day I had in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-3352256015912798510?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/3352256015912798510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=3352256015912798510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3352256015912798510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3352256015912798510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-3195882214527242266</id><published>2008-08-07T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:10:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa Balay...&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday, 26th of July 2008 when I decided not to attend my System Analysis Design class with Mr. Arellano. Meanwhile, Vegie texted me that he’ll make his thesis introduction with his partner Gilbert here in the house. And so, I didn’t hesitate to agree with his favor for I will be absent on that afternoon. I began cleaning the house to make it look presentable. (LOL) After an hour or so, they arrived. I was wondering for they came very early as expected. I was amused when they told me that they were already there in front of our house when Vegie texted me. (nagjoke sila) I was kinda’ bored and so I texted Aiza, Joy and Ronald to come over. And I also told Sheen and Sam to come over also while we were chatting. I was surprised when they didn’t hesitate to come. After 45 minutes Aiza, Joy, Ronald and Prince came then Sheen and the latter was Sam. We stayed in the house for about an hour or two. We chatted and discussed some things. I should’ve known that they’ll sure force me to come at Ralph’s birthday which I planned not to come for some reasons. But as expected I’ve got no choice but to come. I hurried to make myself because they’re waiting. I was done after 30 minutes. We decided to go at exactly 5:00 I guess. We arrived at Ralph’s house very early that he’s still not home yet. Their house help opened us the gate and his mother welcomed us. We waited in their receiving area for about 30 minutes when he arrived along with Chelie and Rodel. We greeted him a happy birthday. Not long after his visitors came and the climax which is the dinner was served. The dinner went on. After the dinner the “inuman session” started. I thought Sam and Prince will stay by the night but before the rain pours hard we decided to go home. Sam, Prince, Sheen and I went home first. Aiza, Gilbert, Elmer, Ronald and Joy stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap Rap's Big Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJr7RqV394I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TAxkypdCAK0/s1600-h/ralph+w+effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJr7RqV394I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TAxkypdCAK0/s200/ralph+w+effect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231770197986637698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ralph’s birthday. I really did forget to write a post that day. (sorry) It’s hi 22nd birthday, his 22nd years of sadness and happiness of life’s experience. Ralph maybe quiet most of the time but I can sense that his mind could tell millions of thoughts. But the thing is, he just have no guts to say what’s on his mind. How awful. But I guess it’s his problem to solve. One of these days, I know, he’ll be able to fight it. I hope as he’s already 22 he’ll know the essence of life. (I’m sure he does.) I hope he knows that we, the SPR are here for him. Though there are things and instances that Ralph and I won’t work, I know sooner or later it will be settled. Time will tell. He’s been with us for a year now and I’m happy that ‘til now he’s still with the SPR. Happy happy birthday Ralph! May this year be fruitful and prosperous to you. Keep safe! Get out of your shell Ralph, show yourself to everyone. You’ve got what it takes. God bless you always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-3195882214527242266?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/3195882214527242266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=3195882214527242266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3195882214527242266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3195882214527242266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-blues.html' title='Saturday Blues'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJr7RqV394I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TAxkypdCAK0/s72-c/ralph+w+effect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-2349849833419603607</id><published>2008-08-06T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:24:56.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA SA MGA BABAE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJm0L_Gtj3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/g2ikQF0kP4o/s1600-h/Simplicity_and_Power_by_gracetw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJm0L_Gtj3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/g2ikQF0kP4o/s200/Simplicity_and_Power_by_gracetw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231410560178687858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga babae...&lt;br /&gt;1. Kung muingon mi nga gwapa ka, ayaw dayon&lt;br /&gt;tubag ug "atik!"...Panagsa ra mi mu dayg ug&lt;br /&gt;gwapa...obyusleh, kung gitawag ka nga "gwapa"&lt;br /&gt;naa jud mi enteres nimo...kinsa man sad kuno ang&lt;br /&gt;tarong nga laki tawagon kang "bati'g nawng!"&lt;br /&gt;atubangan sa kadaghanan.. .Di kaha mi katilaw ug&lt;br /&gt;plying kick ana?&lt;br /&gt;2. Mangutana gani mi kung kanus-a imong RD(rest&lt;br /&gt;day) ug kung abelabol ba ka ana, kana&lt;br /&gt;nagpasabot kung pwede ba ka ma detdet (DATE&lt;br /&gt;ba sa ininggles).. .ayaw sa mi baraha kay&lt;br /&gt;magutana lagi mi nimu ug strait...amo lang&lt;br /&gt;gityming-tyming kay mauwawon man sab tawn mi&lt;br /&gt;mga kwanggolon.. .&lt;br /&gt;3. Kung nakabantay na ka nga nagsige na mi ug&lt;br /&gt;sunod-sunod nimo, maka-baynte na mi ug grit&lt;br /&gt;nimo gud morning, or ikaw na lang pirmi tagdon,&lt;br /&gt;makig dungan ug uli bisan nort ug sawt, langit ug&lt;br /&gt;lupa ang gilay-on sa atong balay wid&lt;br /&gt;matching "Ako lang dala sa imo tings beh!", kana&lt;br /&gt;ganahan jud mi nimo... Pero sa pirmi natong&lt;br /&gt;kinuyog ug detdet (DATE sa ininggles pa), ayaw&lt;br /&gt;sad pangutana ug dali-dali "Wat r we?" or sa&lt;br /&gt;binisaya pa, "Unsa man jud diay ta?"...Inahak,&lt;br /&gt;makulbaan sad mi gamay...we also feel a bit&lt;br /&gt;presyur... Kalma lang gud...musulti lagi mi in dyu&lt;br /&gt;taym. =)&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung kahibaw na jud ka nga ganahan mi nimo&lt;br /&gt;kay nisulti na man jud mi (hala ka!) Ayaw sad sige&lt;br /&gt;hisgot sa imo Ex-boypren oi...its hurt man&lt;br /&gt;sad...not unlis kung nisturya ka sa panahong&lt;br /&gt;gigukod siya sa inyong IRO nga nisutoy siya ug&lt;br /&gt;dagan kay por syur I will lap wid u.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hangyo lang sad, kung nakakita ka sa imong&lt;br /&gt;crush o di ba kaha nakakita ka ug laki nga purting&lt;br /&gt;gwapoha, ayaw sad panguhit namo, "Gwapo kay&lt;br /&gt;siya noh?" Hala plis! Laki intawn mi ug dili pud mi&lt;br /&gt;kiligon sa imong crush... Masuko ra ba mo mu&lt;br /&gt;comentaryo mi, "Gwapo pa man akong lolo ana!"&lt;br /&gt;6. Sa panahon nga mag-date na tah, por syur kami&lt;br /&gt;man jud gasto, be konsyus wid yor dayet ha para&lt;br /&gt;konsyus pud mi sa among bulsa...kung kada&lt;br /&gt;adlaw na ta date ug nakabantay mo nga chippy ug&lt;br /&gt;tubig na lang among gi-order, KKB na ta&lt;br /&gt;ha...salamat sa pagsabot.&lt;br /&gt;7. But op cors labaw sa tanan, ayaw kaayo ni&lt;br /&gt;ninyo siryusuha kay basin mu comantaryo mo,&lt;br /&gt;mapikon mo ug ibalik ni ninyo nako, mamisti&lt;br /&gt;mo....Dyok dyok ra ni...&lt;br /&gt;8. Pero kung dili na jud madala kay naglagot jud&lt;br /&gt;mo mga babaye ani...Iporward sa tanang babaye&lt;br /&gt;nga kaila ninyo nga wala pa makabasa.... Pag&lt;br /&gt;porma dayon mo ug grupo nga Gabriella (lugar&lt;br /&gt;ninyo) chapter....&lt;br /&gt;9. Sa mga lalake, kalingawi ninyo ug porward pero&lt;br /&gt;ayaw sa inyong naibgan kay basin instant basted&lt;br /&gt;niya mo ana!&lt;br /&gt;Pahabol: Kung magpakuyog mo mirkado...ayaw&lt;br /&gt;pud mi paalsaha ug usa ka sakong bugas... Kilo-&lt;br /&gt;kiloha pud na.... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-2349849833419603607?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/2349849833419603607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=2349849833419603607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/2349849833419603607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/2349849833419603607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-sa-mga-babae.html' title='PARA SA MGA BABAE'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJm0L_Gtj3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/g2ikQF0kP4o/s72-c/Simplicity_and_Power_by_gracetw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-340746184742231434</id><published>2008-08-03T10:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:10:31.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sam's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJmxvlP3XnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1rBztz1dmxI/s1600-h/DSC04423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJmxvlP3XnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1rBztz1dmxI/s200/DSC04423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231407873178164850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Sam’s birthday today, Sunday, August 03, 2008. He is a friend, a confidant and a responsible leader. He is very much in love with her girlfriend indeed. And he’s got a happy family. He’s got the SPR family too. And most of all he has Jesus. He has everything. I hope he’s fine for he was troubled few days ago. You can make it Sam. Enjoy your day! And may you have many more birthdays to come in life. I wish you all the blessings in life. And good luck to both of you and Steph. It’s your 22nd birthday so make the most of it. It’s your another year to shine. Doubts may be always there but that’s the way it is. Once again, I wish you a happy birthday SAM. God bless you friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-340746184742231434?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/340746184742231434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=340746184742231434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/340746184742231434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/340746184742231434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/sams-day-today.html' title='It&apos;s Sam&apos;s Day'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJmxvlP3XnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1rBztz1dmxI/s72-c/DSC04423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-5330069043619492996</id><published>2008-08-02T12:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:10:12.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Preparation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a freaky Friday. Everyone’s seemed busy for the acquaintance party. Sam, Gilbert and Vegie were tasked to finish the short movie a soon as possible for it will be presented during the acquaintance party. And praise God they made it at the end despite their busy schedules. Meanwhile, the remaining SPR were busy finding dresses to wear for the party. Everything was cleared then when Ronald, Hazel, Dimple, Eloiza and Moi decided to have a short “inuman session” at Inilog Grill before we’ll head to SBC by 7:00 pm. After 10 minutes Sam, Prince, Sheen and Jayson managed to come with us. So, the time went on, we still have the time to eat some sisig and fried chickens. After we finished the 3 littered tower of beer, we decided to leave the Grill and head to SBC fro the party has begun and I still have to get dressed in there. As expected, the party has begun. I hurried to dress up and I managed to get close with the freshmen to ask some favours. I asked their opinions about this, that for I didn’t know how I would look like. They gave me a favour then. Thanks to Aiza, Crizzel and Mij they helped me too. As I went out from the comfort room I know what would be their expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Acquaintance Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were totally stunned for I know they weren’t expecting that I would dress like a lady? For the first time in history they saw me wearing such dress. Well, I only did that for someone dared me. And it was a help. The party went well but the program did not go as what had been planned by the SSC. There’s this Mr. KJ who interrupts all the scheduled listing of the program which sucks so much that I want to… (Never mind) Gilbert’s band was scheduled to play for that party but sad to say they it wasn’t granted. Gilbert’s band mate left without telling him who made Gilbert felt so useless and irresponsible. But we know he’s not. He did his very best to his responsibilities just to please everyone. Hmmm... (About the food?) Well, it sucks! Damn! That cost us 350 pesos. Blame it to the expert. (LOL) Anyways, so much has been said. The party was over. And oohhh! Before I forgot my crush was really gorgeous that night with his green shirt and jeans! (simple pero bato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SPR at Sheen’s Bandsohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what have planned, after the party we’ll go straight to Sheen’s bandsohan and have some barkada hang out. We weren’t expecting that Sheen’s mom would be there at Jollibee waiting just to fetch us. Cool. We won’t be having any trouble with our transportation going to El Salvador. Before we made our way to El Salvador, we went to Cogon first to get the spaghetti which was prepared by Ralph’s mom for us and also to buy some foods and drinks. After that, we made our way to El Salvador. We dropped by at Opol Night Café for we haven’t bought any chicken at the city. Ashamed to keep Sheen’s mom waiting for us, we hurried buying. Then the trip went on with some recorded videos and photo sessions at the back of the pick up. Sorry for them who’s sitting inside. (LOL) We’ve known that Sheen’s mom is very hospitable, so as expected, the bandsohan was perfectly prepared for our arrival. The dining table was there and the couches were also arranged in there. There are beds also for those who want to sleep indeed. What can we say so. Awesome! The foods were at the table, and then we went on eating and Vegie took some photos and videos perhaps. After that, the “tagay session” resumed.  Everybody was really tired and sleepy excluding Moi, Hazel, Ronald, Ralph, Philip and Gilbert? No. I guess Gilbert just want to unwind and tried to forget what had happened few hours ago. Prince, Sam, Sheen, Joy, Eloiza and Aiza were there also but Aiza as expected did not take her shot. To keep the conversation rolling and to keep the sleepyheads awoke; we sang a lot of songs together with Gilbert’s guitar. Everyone was enjoying except for Vegie for he was in the room snoozing.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJ4xLDZOW_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZuV1brvy6zw/s1600-h/DSC04687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJ4xLDZOW_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZuV1brvy6zw/s200/DSC04687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232673883010522098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was around 3:00 am when it seemed like only Moi, Hazel, Ronald, Ralph and Gilbert were taking the shots. Everyone’s down. Gilbert and Moi had a great conversation and also Ronald and Ralph also had. While Philip was just there sitting and Hazel was the gunner who always cracks some silly jokes. Aiza and Joy were at the couch talking also. The session went on ‘til 6:00 am if I’m not mistaken. After that the five of us decided to take some rest for the others had already awaken. Damn it! They took us some pictures while we were sleeping. (wtf) That was just so disgusting! It was around 9:00 am when we woke up and fixed ourselves and drink some coffee for in the next few minutes we’ll be leaving. It was one of our unforgettable bonding. Let’s call it a day then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-5330069043619492996?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/5330069043619492996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=5330069043619492996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5330069043619492996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5330069043619492996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-rush.html' title='Friday Rush'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJ4xLDZOW_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZuV1brvy6zw/s72-c/DSC04687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-7215950875753631892</id><published>2008-07-31T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:12:49.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's rainin' rainin'..(what a day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a day! My classmates were so busy attending rehearsals and other things. They've got lot of things to cope with. It seems like I'm the one who's getting dizzy with their hectic schedules. Good for me that I wasn't elected! whoaa! Sorry guys but you have to do your job! It's a challenge and you guys have to cope with the situation and sacrifice some things. Gosh! The rain was pouring down that I think it has no stopping! Let's break a leg tomorrow! By the way who's leg are we gonna break? (cge katawa nah moh 1 2 3 CUT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-7215950875753631892?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/7215950875753631892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=7215950875753631892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/7215950875753631892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/7215950875753631892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-rainin-raininwhat-day.html' title='It&apos;s rainin&apos; rainin&apos;..(what a day)'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-8938451401014367502</id><published>2008-07-31T09:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:12:39.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with you guys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, do I still have to reiterate the reasons why I am absent these past few days? Guys, come on! Why do you care so much? Thanks for the concern anyways, it’s much appreciated. But you know this is my life. There are just days that I don’t feel like attending classes. Just don’t mind me. I know God has his own purpose. I’m finding myself nowhere. But you know what? You guys helped me a lot. You helped me so much that I couldn’t get a way to lie to you. (LOL) Well, I’m just being honest with you. It’s just too annoying that I can’t stand lying to you. You knew me well, which is enough for you to build such stories. Funny isn’t it? I’m happy for you’ve cared a lot for me, for my studies and for our friendship as well. But there is that one person that I don’ like his accusations sometimes. Are you jealous? (laughing..) That would be very impossible. I won’t discuss further about that guy. He is just someone who must not be named. But, you know I’ve realized that how important I am to you. And that’s just the coolest thing I’ve ever felt. (paimportansya lugr koh?)  Anyways, that would be all. Am I doing too much? Remind me always that you guys are there and that HE is there… Keep rockin’ SPR! Keep the faiths rollin’!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-8938451401014367502?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/8938451401014367502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=8938451401014367502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8938451401014367502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8938451401014367502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-wrong-with-you-guys.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with you guys?'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-8544214062376988092</id><published>2008-07-31T09:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:12:57.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th Birthday Ting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJEUbmi2v1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/sqaEf6tNrs4/s1600-h/1_262432256l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJEUbmi2v1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/sqaEf6tNrs4/s200/1_262432256l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228983106789621586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close friend of mine is celebrating her 19th birthday today! (let's party) I am happy for she has turned nineteen (at least 3 nah meh 19 sa girls) and she has gone far in terms of her experience in life. I am happy for she's healthy and she's got a family to hold on to at her age. I am happy for God has given her another year to celebrate her birthday. I am happy for she's always there for me when I needed her most. I am happy for WE are friends! Happy happy birthday Ms. Hazel Grace Aranduque (aka titing, bating, batz.. fyi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had, and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have many more birthdays to come in life ting and many more blessings to come! I am just so blessed to have you my dear friend! Welcome to the 19th year of your life! Feel free to explore HIS creations. God bless you always ting! Good luck to our thesis A partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-8544214062376988092?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/8544214062376988092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=8544214062376988092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8544214062376988092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8544214062376988092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-ting.html' title='Happy 19th Birthday Ting!'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SJEUbmi2v1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/sqaEf6tNrs4/s72-c/1_262432256l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-3462616280179896850</id><published>2008-07-29T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:13:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L O V E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SI8SNMMV91I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eyW_Z5RMsaI/s1600-h/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SI8SNMMV91I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eyW_Z5RMsaI/s200/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228417710221031250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say&lt;br /&gt;If I took those words away?&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying 'I love you.'&lt;br /&gt;Love isn’t... Candy and Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, couples believe that’s the most important ingredient of love. How else am I supposed to show her/him that I love him/her? is a common explanation offered. More like a unwritten or unspoken law.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, when you love someone you do feel a need to express that love. Such modes of expression are nice, but, not PRIMARY. What is ridiculous here is that days like V day become an issue rather than just another excuse (nice) to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;The most mature expression of love is unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;Don't agree? Let's look at it this way: To maintain something you need to put in the same inputs that went into the making of it. Right?&lt;br /&gt;When you fell in love, candies and flowers were not exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what made you fall in love in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;What was it&lt;br /&gt;That I saw in you&lt;br /&gt;Which made me lose&lt;br /&gt;All my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it&lt;br /&gt;That caused a ripple&lt;br /&gt;Within the still waters&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it the gleam in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When our glance met once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;Was it the lop-sided smile&lt;br /&gt;Which lit your face when you passed by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it the long out-stretched hand&lt;br /&gt;Which held me back when I stumbled,&lt;br /&gt;Was it the kind words you said&lt;br /&gt;When for no reason I was humbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;I only know&lt;br /&gt;That I am not myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky seems bluer&lt;br /&gt;The moon too bright&lt;br /&gt;My heartbeats do not feel quite right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;But how long more&lt;br /&gt;To hear your silence&lt;br /&gt;Break to speech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... it happens. Come in the flowers, the candy. For those lucky ones, if the original inputs remained unchanged/increased... Romance! Rejoice!! Ravioli!!!&lt;br /&gt;But for those, for whom all that went out the window, or took a backseat... Rejoice now, hold your breath later! Suddenly after commitment, couples forget to "talk". It's nobody's fault really. All this has come in through years of conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;It is the latter relationship which is so relation less. Why do you NEED to utter sweet nothings or give materialistic things to PROVE your love??? Love is SHOWN, and not based on gifts or words. Your parents don't keep belabouring how much they love you, but you KNOW. And that's the TRUE unparalleled beauty of it. Why can't we emulate that in every other relationship of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying 'I Love You'&lt;br /&gt;Is not the words&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want you&lt;br /&gt;Not to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;How easy It would be&lt;br /&gt;To Show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;Is all you have to do&lt;br /&gt;To make it real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't Have to say&lt;br /&gt;That you love me&lt;br /&gt;'Coz...&lt;br /&gt;I'd already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-3462616280179896850?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/3462616280179896850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=3462616280179896850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3462616280179896850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3462616280179896850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/l-o-v-e.html' title='L O V E'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SI8SNMMV91I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eyW_Z5RMsaI/s72-c/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-6509789116757782948</id><published>2008-07-28T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:13:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONELINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always with you?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;Do I owe you something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Wait!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you dare go!&lt;br /&gt;Do not leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really obscure, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it to be with you&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Is wanting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it when I’m sad&lt;br /&gt;You know it when I’m happy&lt;br /&gt;You know it when I’m angry&lt;br /&gt;Why do you know me so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I like being with you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to explain any thing&lt;br /&gt;You’re just there listening&lt;br /&gt;And comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t other people see what I’m feeling?&lt;br /&gt;But you do&lt;br /&gt;I’m grateful for the times that you’re there&lt;br /&gt;When I’m down and troubled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stay with me forever?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will.&lt;br /&gt;And will you help me find myself?&lt;br /&gt;Pleaseeeeeeeeeee….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, can you leave me?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t...&lt;br /&gt;Please take away the loneliness I have…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-6509789116757782948?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/6509789116757782948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=6509789116757782948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/6509789116757782948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/6509789116757782948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/loneliness.html' title='LONELINESS'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-8725916039540166570</id><published>2008-07-27T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:14:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiddo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIyCq8sSaTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zfnheV_1GmI/s1600-h/ciudad_VI__biyaheng_langit_by_itwasalladream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIyCq8sSaTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zfnheV_1GmI/s200/ciudad_VI__biyaheng_langit_by_itwasalladream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227696941828303154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;justify&gt;It was a Sunday mid afternoon when I got to have the chance to ride a jeepney. I was bored riding on that jeepney. Not until a family of came and also ride at NHA. I was stunned when the kid (hmm..I guess he's a 5 year old boy) calmly and effortlessly patted the man beside me on his shoulder to reach out the fare of the other passenger. (whew) At his age? He already knows how to do such thing? And as I have notice the kid came from a well-to-do family. That was the very best thing I've witnessed on that day! Imagine, a kid? On that particular age? That was awesome. It was my first time to witness such incident. As I look back at the kid, his father caught my eyes and smiled at me for I was also smiling with what I had just saw. I say, the kid was raised well and he's got a lot of things to face in this life. He's still young dude! A five-year old smart kid. God bless!&lt;/justify&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-8725916039540166570?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/8725916039540166570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=8725916039540166570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8725916039540166570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8725916039540166570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiddo.html' title='The Kiddo'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIyCq8sSaTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zfnheV_1GmI/s72-c/ciudad_VI__biyaheng_langit_by_itwasalladream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-5880922551552119791</id><published>2008-07-27T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:14:25.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day She Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;justify&gt;It was 3:00 in the morning of March 13, 2008. The morning breeze was pouring down my spine as I went outside the house to check mama. She slept outside because she felt so hot inside and she's got fever. (ironic?) She wanted to feel the air outside. As I approached her, I held her forehead if she's still burning with fever. Well, thank God she's just okay? She told me that she's hungry, that she wanted to eat a hotdog but there's none left in the fridge and so I suggested to her that there's a chicken. And so she agreed to cook her fried chicken, but I told her that I can't cook for her knowing that I'll be preparing for the seminar in Valencia, Bukidnon on that same day. I told her that Diday (my elder sister will cook for her) will cook for her. I was thankful that she nodded. I was upset with what happen. I should have been the one doing that for I am the one she approached. After a short talk with mama, I told her to sleep for she hadn't sleep well from the past few hours. And so she did. I kept going. I had shower and took my breakfast and drink some coffee as well while checking her constantly outside. It was around 4:20 am when I finished preparing. I was stunned when I saw mama looking at me while I am getting my things for the seminar. She asked me where am I'll be going on that early hour. I told her that "I had already told you that we'll be conducting a seminar in Valencia and I'll be back in a day". She nodded and told me to take care of myself. That particular moment I was thinking twice if I should go. Honestly, I was having a hard time deciding if I should come for I had failed our ICT (Information and Communications Technology)adviser once and now I felt a shame if would not come. After saying goodbye to mama, I went out and I walk 'til corner.&lt;/justify&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;justify&gt;I feel like going back home that time. I felt the urge to go back home. But it was a lil' too late. My fellow ICT members came late and so we waited long. The time for our departure came. It was around 6:00 in the morning when we got to leave CDO. At the van, I was totally wasted. I can't understand what I'm feeling. They cheered me up. But it didn't work out. We arrive at Valencia at exactly 9:00 and we went straight to Lando's house. We had a short meeting in there and then we went ahead to Bagong Taas National high School. The campus was quite big. It was 10:30 am when we had the chance to start the seminar after much discussion with the school principal. The seminar went well. The students did not actually appreciate what we had discussed for the topics were beyond their reach. They were still working on Microsoft Office Applications and we were discussing about Macromedia Fireworks, Flash and more...When it was my turn to deliver my piece I delivered it bad. And as soon as I was done my phone rang. I wasn’t expecting Diday to call me. That then I was stunned in silence. She was sobbing and couldn’t say a word but this “uli na daun” and the phone was off. I was startled. I texted her and I knew it. She’s gone. It’s too late for me. What now? It’s my fault. I’m not worth it. I’m such a stupid fool who doesn’t know how to prioritize things.  I’m bitter. I can’t turn back the time which she needed me most.&lt;/justify&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-5880922551552119791?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/5880922551552119791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=5880922551552119791' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5880922551552119791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5880922551552119791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-she-left.html' title='The Day She Left'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-3804188828430696434</id><published>2008-07-26T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:14:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEFT ALONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SItEwnKTVsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/v8Bapl3TfGQ/s1600-h/Wanting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SItEwnKTVsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/v8Bapl3TfGQ/s200/Wanting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227347394430195394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always being left? Why can't I be the one leaving them? (gasp) Ain't it unfair? I can't stand losing them but I have let them go. I don't own them. They've got their own lives and I've got mine too. Spare me some. Is this the norm? They always leave me and they've got to find a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-3804188828430696434?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/3804188828430696434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=3804188828430696434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3804188828430696434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3804188828430696434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/left-alone.html' title='LEFT ALONE'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SItEwnKTVsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/v8Bapl3TfGQ/s72-c/Wanting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-7230655831612496483</id><published>2008-07-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:48:38.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching..Waiting..Wanting..Praying..</title><content type='html'>Searching...&lt;br /&gt;For someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;For someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting...&lt;br /&gt;For someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying...&lt;br /&gt;For someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-7230655831612496483?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/7230655831612496483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=7230655831612496483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/7230655831612496483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/7230655831612496483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/searchingwaitingwanting.html' title='Searching..Waiting..Wanting..Praying..'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-1500538633401331524</id><published>2008-07-25T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:14:39.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagsure Moh Oi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not affected guys! What about! I've had enough! hahaha! Don't call me defensive because I myself don't know how to handle such reactions! Blame me neither! You know things aren't meant to be. And so is he. I can't stand him even before! The summer vacation was a help though and of course those people who's name must not be mentioned (issue napod!). For now, I'm happy being with you guys. I can't think of anyone really. What is happening? Lord! Give me someone whom I can call mine..Enjoy life Beng! There's more to life than this! I'm happy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;    I knew it all along... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-1500538633401331524?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/1500538633401331524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=1500538633401331524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/1500538633401331524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/1500538633401331524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/pagsure-moh-oi.html' title='Pagsure Moh Oi'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-8866574886052454912</id><published>2008-07-25T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:14:46.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fare Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.globalvoicesonline.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/jeepney_wikipedia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.globalvoicesonline.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/jeepney_wikipedia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too much! How could it possibly be happening. Well, what do i have to expect? This is the reality. The economy is getting too bad. Lots of government official's are corrupt. Graft and corruption is totally increasing. And unemployment here in the Philippines is impossible. The paper concludes that there is indeed structural unemployment in the country as indicated by the continuous increase in the number of unemployed, the number of graduates from degree and technical-vocational courses, and the number of job vacancies being posted in the newspapers, radio programs, and in the Internet e.g., Phil-JobNet, jobsdb.com, jobstreet.com, etc.) What's next? I am a student. I myself is affected to that. How much more the others who doesn't have an income. And now, THE FARE INCREASE. I'm totally pissed off! Give a life naman! I can't barely stand it! It costs a lot. Have mercy! Please lessen down the price of the OIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-8866574886052454912?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/8866574886052454912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=8866574886052454912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8866574886052454912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/8866574886052454912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/fare-hike.html' title='Fare Hike'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-3108031282215989251</id><published>2008-07-24T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:14:54.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love Waits..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIkmZtgrzCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9kmV8O8xhQk/s1600-h/True_Love_Waits_by_lovemeethate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIkmZtgrzCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9kmV8O8xhQk/s200/True_Love_Waits_by_lovemeethate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226751065695439906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really fascinated by the post bulletin of Kemmuel (a former classmate). It was a site http://wagmuna.com..(lol)..I was fascinated by the sites name and got curious. And so, I opened it. Gosh! The articles was really great. The site is usually for us teens, for the young generations. The so- called LOVE now is being neglected and is being defined as LUST..(what about!)What the heck is happening now teens? Speak up! We have to know things. And those things won't come to us right away. God will show us the way. That if we will let Him show us. For us teens today, though should be aware of what's goin' on. We have to realize that we can change the trends. True love really waits. Just read these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;Why does God demand sexual purity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;God isn’t demanding sexual purity because he’s mean and doesn’t want us to have fun. He created sex and wants you to enjoy it at its best. And His best plan is for sex to be enjoyed in marriage, by one man and one woman who have made a commitment to love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a thought: magsusuot ka ba ng damit na matagal nang hindi nalalabhan or would you prefer yung bagong bili or bagong laba? Siyempre, yung bago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with God, He wants us to have the best not second best… ok? Iba si Lord. He loved us so much He died on the cross for us to enjoy purity sa future relationship natin with the opposite sex and especially with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Guys visit http://www.wagmuna.com/..I'm sure you too will get enlightened too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-3108031282215989251?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/3108031282215989251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=3108031282215989251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3108031282215989251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3108031282215989251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-love-waits.html' title='True Love Waits..'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIkmZtgrzCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9kmV8O8xhQk/s72-c/True_Love_Waits_by_lovemeethate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-5517556550910026599</id><published>2008-07-21T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:15:18.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E   M   P   T   Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIScL7q_GkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-qpSrNK1xgo/s1600-h/1_230559664l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIScL7q_GkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-qpSrNK1xgo/s200/1_230559664l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225473196467100226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty or in short vacant? What is it then? Meaningless right? This is what i've been feeling all along. This pitiful emptiness inside me won't let me go. I hate this feeling! I really really hate this! Hate is a strong word but i really really don't like it! Why does it taunt me all this time? Why am I very much affected? Does it matter? Why? Why? Why? I'm craving for some love..(LOL)Won't you give me some? Will you? I've suffered too much to hide my feelings. I think about that "empty" space a lot. That emptiness is what allows for something to actually evolve in a natural way. I've had to learn that over the years - because one of the traps of being a HUMAN is to always want to be creating, always wanting to produce. You know that day after day of, Oh God what am I going to do with my self's feeling? The fear of the emptiness that it implies keeps me going because loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life. We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When we understand this, we see that we are nothing. And being nothing, we are everything. That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-5517556550910026599?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/5517556550910026599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=5517556550910026599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5517556550910026599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/5517556550910026599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-m-p-t-y.html' title='E   M   P   T   Y'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIScL7q_GkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-qpSrNK1xgo/s72-c/1_230559664l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-1003309691086603321</id><published>2008-07-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:01:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asa Kah Oi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIST9cZ22HI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zdh1Yrg1VuI/s1600-h/1_708373871l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIST9cZ22HI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zdh1Yrg1VuI/s200/1_708373871l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225464151462566002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you&lt;br /&gt;When I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes were red&lt;br /&gt;And my heart shattered?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you,&lt;br /&gt;When I cried&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to be held?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you&lt;br /&gt;When my world crashed down&lt;br /&gt;And I needed someone&lt;br /&gt;But you were't there?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you &lt;br /&gt;When I tried to find you&lt;br /&gt;But you hid yourself&lt;br /&gt;So very well?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you&lt;br /&gt;When I cried out your name&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you back&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you well?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you,&lt;br /&gt;When I reached out&lt;br /&gt;Into empty space&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were there?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;And needed you,&lt;br /&gt;Most of all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-1003309691086603321?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/1003309691086603321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=1003309691086603321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/1003309691086603321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/1003309691086603321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/asa-kah-oi.html' title='Asa Kah Oi?'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIST9cZ22HI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zdh1Yrg1VuI/s72-c/1_708373871l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-3995859561293632473</id><published>2008-07-21T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:15:55.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPR'/><title type='text'>simple pero rock?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIR9JFlR1EI/AAAAAAAAADM/K8a2V0OmktI/s1600-h/453252016595l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIR9JFlR1EI/AAAAAAAAADM/K8a2V0OmktI/s200/453252016595l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225439062727447618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pagure?) Yeaahhhh!! SIMPLE PERO ROCK!!..What a NAME? (hmmm) I am one of them. It was founded last December 22, 2007. Well, actually we already published a DVD. (hahahah) I mean Sam edited our pictures and videos from the party rather. It was really great. It's his masterpieces. (eh eh eh) For the record I will name all the members of the SPR family. Namely:  Samuel: the Leader, Prince: the noisy ever, Jilyan: the photographer, Sheen: the programmer, Gilbert: the genius, Desiree Mae: the walking ATM, Elmer: the serious guy, Ronald: the party goer, Hazel Grace: the rocker, Aiza: the miss cagayan to be, Philip Jayson: the silent ever, Hansel Ian: the ateneans ? Vegie: the responsible' Jan Lyvin: the hunk, Ralph: the loner, Eloiza: the ever silent who turned out to be so loud, and lastly AKOH (bebeng): the frustrated cook. That is our group. "UNITED WE STAND DIVIDED WE FALL". Despite the odds, we still manage to keep the group on its place. The last few weeks had been really tough for us. And thank God we still strive to go no with our classes and bonding's everyday. Love yah guys.. keep the faith rollin'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-3995859561293632473?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/3995859561293632473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=3995859561293632473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3995859561293632473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/3995859561293632473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/simple-pero-rock.html' title='simple pero rock?'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIR9JFlR1EI/AAAAAAAAADM/K8a2V0OmktI/s72-c/453252016595l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-2575703963575026032</id><published>2008-07-21T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:15:58.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what about'/><title type='text'>WHAT ABOUT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIRo2BOk0vI/AAAAAAAAACc/fjCgjjeykYY/s1600-h/DSC04428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIRo2BOk0vI/AAAAAAAAACc/fjCgjjeykYY/s200/DSC04428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225416744908411634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..whew..Currently the SIMPLE PERO ROCK FAMILY in short SPR is on the making of a short movie entitled WHAT ABOUT? (laughin') ..grabeh kah what about. The short movie is directed by Gilbert together with the cameraman's namely: Sam, Prince, Sheen, Elmer (hmmm who else?)...The story was leaded by Aiza and Lyndon..(LOL! ex-lovers)..and of course the remaining SPR are also on the casts..This is going to be great..We're making this short movie as a presentation for the upcoming acquaintance..(gosh! what can i say!)Hopefully, the remaining scenes will be done as soon as possible for them to edit it..And by the way Sam and Gilbert will edit the movie? And perhaps some SPR will also help..I can't wait to see it..yeaahhh!!!!!!!!!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-2575703963575026032?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/2575703963575026032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=2575703963575026032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/2575703963575026032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/2575703963575026032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-about.html' title='WHAT ABOUT?'/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SIRo2BOk0vI/AAAAAAAAACc/fjCgjjeykYY/s72-c/DSC04428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335253979973541549.post-7394446490739686348</id><published>2007-03-16T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:50:09.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vision of the Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;In my Vision of the Future there is an optionality; there is more improvisation and more creativity.So many people are crying for their own misery;if they only were trying,they could see what I see.In my Vision of the Future there will have to be no fear;in the face of condemnation dictatorship will disappear. Many people do not know where they are heading, where to go; they do not care if they are free, for them life is all misery; but though progress may seem slow, optionality will grow; if you want it, all you need to see if (that) you need it, if you want to be. In my Vision of the Future, all dictatorship will fail; measured in appreciation, one's success is not for sale. So many people are crying for their own misery; if they only were trying, they could see what I see. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2335253979973541549-7394446490739686348?l=private3motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/feeds/7394446490739686348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2335253979973541549&amp;postID=7394446490739686348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/7394446490739686348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2335253979973541549/posts/default/7394446490739686348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://private3motion.blogspot.com/2007/03/vision-of-future-in-my-vision-of-future.html' title=''/><author><name>BeNG BeNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077848571184893855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyLXJ6wqjtc/SN-FijC8SiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7eIXifCzxbc/S220/Straw_on_the_GO_by_PROBINSIYANA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
