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HEIGHT: 261px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xSo34v16HHU&amp;amp;hl=" width="285" height="261" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this song is really awesome and great for all bestfriends in the whole world... for my bff.. this is for you.. :D I really miss you! :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-290745806634123743?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/290745806634123743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=290745806634123743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/290745806634123743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/290745806634123743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-worlds-collide-by-demi-lovato.html' title='Two Worlds Collide by Demi Lovato'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-7035403689194987222</id><published>2009-06-21T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:51:56.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panaginip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>It was just a dream... \^o^/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, when I was about to sleep,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was wondering if how would I dream the things that I want to see even if it'll just a dream. That moment I was thinkin about my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Past and the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future Life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;that I want to be. I want to see what I wanted to see even if it's not possible to make it happen like seeing &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; from my past and wishing that I would see them in the future. I closed my eyes then suddenly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A two girls came out from a room and closed the door by one of them (I don't know exactly where was that room from or what was the place because it's not clear on my vision but I'm sure it's a room) then I shouted "MADAM!" and the two was stared at me, one of them came closer then took my hand and said "Ui Musta?" &lt;em&gt;("Hey, How are You?")..&lt;/em&gt;then finally I recognized her. She's the twin of my ex-bestfriend (then Perhaps the other one was her twin..hahah!). By that, I was trying to find the other but She was gone. 'Madam' suddenly whispered at me "OK LANG YAN" &lt;em&gt;("It's Ok!")&lt;/em&gt; and then she embraced me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eyes opened and realized that I was on my bed. "Xet, Panaginip lang pala!" &lt;em&gt;("Shit!, jus a dream!")&lt;/em&gt; I whispered. I'd tried to remember what was it and the faces of the people behind my dream last night ( hahaha lolz!). I've asked some of my friends, txtmates and even my mom, "Ano ang PANAGINIP?" (What is a Dream?). My mom says "Mga Bagay na gusto mong mangyari in the future" &lt;em&gt;("It is SOMETHING that you want to make it happen in the future")&lt;/em&gt;. One of my close friend says "Mga feelings mo na kinikeep mo lang sa sarili mo tapos ayaw mong mangyari in reality" &lt;em&gt;("Its just your emotional feelings that you kept for yourself and then you don't want to show it in reality")...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But for me, that dream was meaningless. I don't understand what &lt;em&gt;IT'S &lt;/em&gt;trying to tell me so I can't figure it out...I finally realized, "Wag maxadong mag isip ng bagay na gusto mong makita sa panaginip! lalo na pag di mo rin ma gets ang ibig sabihin nito! haha" &lt;em&gt;(don't think about something that you want to see in your dream! especially when it's weird)..(shortcut!).&lt;/em&gt;hahaha! .But then again that dream was still a big question for me, coz I believe that every dream has a meaning though IT WAS JUST A DREAM!.. :) &lt;em&gt;(make it sense! kinda' weird though!)..(la lang ma post eh! hmmmm) :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mylot.com/tawawdudes/12375'&gt;myLot User Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-7035403689194987222?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/7035403689194987222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=7035403689194987222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/7035403689194987222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/7035403689194987222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-was-just-dream-o.html' title='It was just a dream... \^o^/'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-1508321605052934545</id><published>2009-05-31T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:17:29.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tawaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment of truth'/><title type='text'>Moment of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't visit my blogsite more often. Though I want to share my thoughts and  what my daily doings to express it through here. Everybody is tired visiting their own blogs for they are too busy for some social networking and some are busy to their chores and even professional works.This day, I scrolled some musics/songs from my ipod and one of it got my attention to listened to it again. Last time I heard that song was about two years ago with my bestfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The song was "MOMENT OF TRUTH" by FM Static. It got my attention to listened to it again maybe because I remember someone who was singing that song with ofcourse the backgroud music itself through my phone and with my other friend. The song was our fave that time and we love singing that song playfully after class hours for bonding of our friendship and forgetting the hectic deadlines of some sorts of damn projects in school that time , that's why everytime I heard that song, I always remember our moments in school, the laughs and the jokes part of it (career singing the song! lol!..hehe).. when we got separated (no communication, friendship is over for some unreasonable reasons hahaha!), I realized that the more we loved someone that closed to our hearts, the more we get hurt when we started to know everything the truth behind them.  Truth is important when being close to someone or it might be your friend. Honesty and Trust is a part of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate lying to myself that I hate that person, no!.. the most part of it that I couldn't lie to myself was missing her and missing everything about our friendship. . . Indeed that I almost cried all night being myself that I had no shoulders to cry on not because I was weak and can't go on because of the truth that I couldn't accept and even curse it wishing that it was all a nightmare, but it wasn't so I have to moved on and it was over. Yet I am strong and those past really fades in our hearts but not in the memory. Everytime I think about it (the past), I just hate myself why I have to think about it,.. no reasons, but yes I missed her. I missed the way we were before, our laughs and even our cries at each other. Why I posted this emotional feelings that I am right now?.. It's because I want to share it to my friends out there that has been torned in truth and lies from their love ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I kept on telling to myself and even to my friends, there's no way to hate someone elses faults or regretting some decisions made by ourselves or choosing some wrong destiny or whatever you may call it, It was all ourselves! and not somebody elses faults. We just follow the truth in our hearts, maybe we can say we didn't use our minds, but what do we do? it was a heart matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anything we hid to ourselves that we think of it as "need not" to show it, TRUTH will always come out whatever we do to hide it. Now as I listened to my ex-bestfriends favorite song a couple of years ago, I realized that In all the Lies she made from the past, our friendship was the Truth. :'-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-1508321605052934545?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/1508321605052934545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=1508321605052934545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/1508321605052934545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/1508321605052934545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2009/05/moment-of-truth.html' title='Moment of Truth'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-7958977863876377778</id><published>2009-04-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:09:31.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold on tight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics hey monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candles lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassadee pope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six months lyrics'/><title type='text'>My Fave Songs from HEY MONDAY's album "HOLD ON TIGHT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SfpXaKg91gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YFkue1NqPaU/s1600-h/Hey%2BMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SfpXaKg91gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YFkue1NqPaU/s200/Hey%2BMonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330669215957243394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(HEY MONDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** These are my fave songs from Hey Monday's album Hold On Tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;*** For the music just stay and listen to my media right side.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;CANDLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The power lines went out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And I am all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I don’t really care at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Not answering my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;All the games you played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The promises you made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Couldn’t finish what you started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Only darkness still remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lost sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Couldn’t see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;When it was you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Blow the candles out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Looks like a solo tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m beginning to see the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Blow the candles out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Looks like a solo tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I think I’ll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Been black and blue before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;There’s no need to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am not the jaded kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Playback’s such a waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;You’re invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Invisible to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;My wish is coming true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Erase the memory of your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lost sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Couldn’t see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;When it was you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Blow the candles out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Looks like a solo tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m beginning to see the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Blow the candles out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Looks like a solo tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I think I’ll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;One day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;You will wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;With nothing but “you’re sorrys”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;You will get back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everything you gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Blow the candles out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Looks like a solo tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m beginning to see the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Blow the candles out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Looks like a solo tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I think I’ll be alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SfpaWv7n1FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sKkEC6Dni5s/s1600-h/casadee-pope--large-msg-123465876571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SfpaWv7n1FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sKkEC6Dni5s/s320/casadee-pope--large-msg-123465876571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330672455816565842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(CASSADEE POPE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;6 MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;You're the direction I follow to get home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;When I feel like I can't go on, you tell me to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And it's like I can't feel a thing without you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And don't mind me if I get weak in the knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;'Cause you have that effect on me, you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everything you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Every time we kiss, I can't think straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And I can't think of anybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Months going strong now, and no goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Unconditional, unoriginal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Always by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Meant to be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Meant for no one but each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;You love me, I love you harder so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everything you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Every time we kiss, I can't think straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And I can't think of anybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;So please, give me your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;So please, give me a lesson on how to steal, steal the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;As fast as you stole mine, as you stole mine (yeahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh and everything you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Every time we kiss, I can't think straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And I can't think of anybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;So please, give me your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;So please, just take my hand. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** I HOPE EVERYONE iS IN LOVE WITH IT...hehe.. so melodic.. :)&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/430672327909998771-7958977863876377778?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/7958977863876377778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Outline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHARIF MUHAMMAD KABUNGSUWAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. According to the Maguindanao tarsilas, his father was the Sharif ‘Ali Zein ul-‘Abidin from Arabia, and his mother belonged to the royal family of Johore. It may be speculated that he arrived on the shores of Mindanao around 1515.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHARIF MAKA-ALANG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a son of Muhammad Kabungsuwan and surnamed “Saripada”. His mother Angintabu was a daughter of an Iranun chief from the area now known as Malabang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1543, during the Villalobos expedition, some Spaniards were able to go to the mouth of a big river (Pulangi) where they were informed by the inhabitants that the chief was called “Sarriparra”. This being a variation of “salipada” or “saripada”, it can be surmised that the chief was the Sharif Maka-alang; especially if it is considered that not only does a tarsila explicitly state that the Sharif had such a title but that such a title was not found among his immediate successors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DATU BANGKAYA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a son of Sharif Maka-alang. In 1574, Guido de Lavezaris wrote to the Spanish King that the chief of Mindanao River wanted to become a friend of the Spaniards. In another Spanish report dated 1579, this chief is referred to as “Asulutan” (Arabic, As-sulutan) with the information that he was a father of Diman Sankay and that he had already died. This refers probably to Datu Bangkaya who by 1574 must have been reigning for some time, since in 1579, his son Dimansankay, was considered by the Spaniards to have been “an old man”. Datu Bangkaya could also have been the ruler in the Pulangi who was reported to have died in 1578. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DATU DIMANSANKAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a son of Bangkaya. Spanish reports say that he was ruling in 1579 and that he was an old man. The leading datus of the Iranuns and Maranaos all claim descent from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DATU SALIKULA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was the half brother of Dimansankay and also known as Gugu Salikula. Up to early 1597, he appeared to be a leading chief of Maguindanao, Dimansankay being dead at that time. According to tarsilas, he married a Sulu princess, and therefore he might have been the Maguindanao chief seen in Jolo in 1597 where he was supposed to have been banished for being “restless and rebellious” and who was further described as a brother-in-law of the Sulu ruler and an uncle of the Maguindanao Rajah Muda (erroneously called “King”) by the Spaniards. He was chief around 1585 to 1597. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KAPITAN LAUT BUISAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a younger half-brother of both Dimansankay and Salikula; he was sometimes called by the title “Katchil”. His rule began around 1597 when he displaced Salikula; he controlled his nephew, the Rajah Muda, a son of Dimansankay. He must have been chief at least up to 1619, since Dutch sources mention relations with the immediate predecessor of Qudarat at this date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN QUDARAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A son of Buisan, he was known to the Spaniards as Corralat and to some Dutch writers as Guserat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1619-1621, there was war between Buayan and Maguindanao, probably dynastic or a contest for primacy in the Pulangi. Qudarat must have been involved in this war for not long after a temporary reversal he appears as excercising some political power over Buayan. Furthermore, he must have consolidated his power well enough after this to enable him to attack Sarangani in 1625. He died about the end of 1671 after having ruled about half a century. His rule, with varying fortunes and at different capitals can, therefore, be fairly estimated to have taken place from 1619 to 1671. By 1645, he was already using the title of “sultan”. As a young man he was entitled “Katchil”. His great grandchildren referred to him as Nasir ud-Din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN DUNDANG TIDULAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a son of Qudarat and there is a report that he died before his father. If he ruled at all, it must have been for a very short time. He was referred to as Saif ud-Din by his grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN BARAHAMAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Arabic, ‘Abd ur-Rahman). He was a son of Sultan Tidulay. He was also known as Minulu sa rahmatullah. His sons referred to him as Muhammad Shah. He was Almo Sobat (Arabic, Al Mu-Thabbat) to William Dampier or the Almo al Lasab Brahaman to the Spaniards. The name of his grandfather Qudarat was also used by him. He was heard of as sultan early as 1678. Information given to Dutch officials at Ternate was that he died on July 6, 1699.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN KAHAR UD-DIN KUDA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a younger brother of Barahaman and was sometimes known as Jamal ul-‘Azam. He also assumed the title of Amir ul-‘Umara as well as that of Maulana. His reign was contested by two of his nephews, the sons of Barahaman. To make more secure his authority, he asked the aid of the Sulu Sultan Shahab ud-Din who came over to Simuay where Kuda held court. A misunderstanding as well as bitterness due to a long standing feud brought about a pitched battle between the Sulus and Maguindanaos. In the struggle, the Sulu Sultan personally slew Kuda. This event took place on August 10, 1702.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN BAYAN UL-ANWAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. His other regal name was Jalal ud-Din. Entitled “Dipatuan” during his lifetime, he was known after his death as Mupat Batua. He was a son of Sultan Barahaman. In 1701, he was already intriguing against his uncle the Sultan. He succeeded to the throne in 1702 and held court in Slangan but was often in Sibugay. His younger brother Ja’far Sadiq, the Rajah Muda, revolted against him but managed to keep the throne. In 1736, Anwar “abdicated” in favor of his son Tahir ud-Din Malinug (no. 13). He died around 1745. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN MUHAMMAD JA’FAR SADIQ MANAMIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a younger brother of Sultan Bayan ul-Anwar. He was sometimes referred to as Amir ud-Din. Referred to as Maulana while alive, he was known after his death as Shahid Mupat. He contested the reign of his older brother, but he was forced to flee to Tamontaka in 1710. Dutch officials referred to him as “the young king” to distinguish him from Sultan Bayan ul-Anwar. By 1725 he had assumed the title of Paduka Sri Sultan. In March 1733, his brother and nephew Malinug attacked his forces in Tamontaka. The latter caused his death in the ensuing struggle. While his brother had power along the coast, Manamir held sway over the interior. His power was recognized in Tamontaka from about 1710 to his death in March 1733.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN MUHAMMAD TAHIR UD-DIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A son of Sultan Bayan ul-Anwar, he was commonly known to the Spaniards as Dipatuan Malinug. He was also known as Muhammad Shah Amir ud-Din. In a battle in 1733, he killed his uncle Ja’far Sadiq Manamir. In 1736, his father started sharing with him the responsibilities of government. His authority was however contested by two of his cousins, sons of Manamir, forcing him to retire to the interior where he died in Buayan around 1748. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN MUHAMMAD KHAIR UD-DIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a son of Sultan Ja’far Sadiq and was better known to Europeans as Pakir Maulana Kamsa (Arabic, Faqir Maulana Hamzah) or Amir ud-Din Hamza. He also used the name ‘Azim ud-Din and assumed the title Amir ul-Mu’minin. In 1733, after his father was slain, he began to consider himself heir to the throne and thereupon called himself “rajah muda”. The next year, he was formally invested with the duties of a sultan in the presence of the Spanish officials from Zamboanga. With some Spanish aid, he was able to consolidate his position in Tamontaka and contest the rule of his uncle Bayan ul-Anwar and later that of his cousin Malinug. But upon the latter’s death around 1748, the struggle for the sultanate ceased. Pakir Maulana Kamsa emerged as paramount chief of Maguindanao. Around 1755, he started to relinquish some of his powers to his younger brother with the condition that his son, Kibad Sahriyal, would be the “Rajah Muda”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN PAHAR UD-DIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a younger brother of Pakir Maulan Kamsa and was known as Datu Pongloc or Panglu. He began to exercise the powers of sultan around 1755 and was in the sultan’s seat in that same year when Captain Thomas Forrest paid a visit to Maguindanao. After his death he was known as Mupat Hidayat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN KIBAD SAHRIYAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. His more regal title was Muhammad ‘Azim ud-Din Amir ul-Umara. He was a son of Pakir Maulana Kamsa. Even before the death of his uncle the Sultan, he was already being addressed as “sultan”. He was friendly towards the Spaniards and at least twice entered into peaceful negotiations with them, namely, in 1780 and 1794. He probably governed from 1780 to 1805.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN KAWASA ANWAR UD-DIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a son of Kibad Sahriyal and like his father was also entitled Amir ul-‘Umara. He entered into a peace treaty with the Spaniards in 1805. One of his seals carried the title of Iskandar Julkarnain. He possibly reigned from 1805 to 1830.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN ISKANDAR QUDRATULLAH MUHAMMAD ZAMAL UL-AZAM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was more popularly known as Sultan Untong. He was a grandson of Kibad Sahriyal and a nephew of Sultan Kawasa. Some Spanish documents carry his name as Iskandar Qudarat Pahar-ud-Din. In 1837 and 1845, he entered into friendly treaties with the Spaniards. He died either in 1853 and 1854.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SULTAN MUHAMMAD MAKAKWA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; He was a grandson of Sultan Kawasa Anwar ud-Din. His rule can be estimated to have lasted from about 1854 to 1884. He died in Nuling (in the site of the old settlement of Maguindanao). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN MOHAMMAD JALAL UD-DIN PABLU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Also known as Sultan Wata, he was a son of Sultan Makakwa. His capital was at Banubu, just opposite the town of Cotabato across the Pulangi. His death took place in 1888. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN MANGIGIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was a grandson of the famous Datu Dakula of Sibugay, who in turn, was a grandson of Kibad Sahriyal (No. 16). He began his rule in 1896. From 1888 to 1896, the sultanate was vacant. This was probably due to the fact that Datu Utto (Sultan Anwar ud-Din of Buayan) wanted his brother-in-law Datu Mamaku (a son of Sultan Qudratullah Untong) to become the Sultan. The Spaniards, however, wanted the sultanate to go to one of the Sibugay datus. Around the end of 1800, Sultan Mangigin transferred his residence from Cotabato to Sibugay. In 1906, he married Rajah Putri, the widow of Datu Utto and sister of Datu Mamaku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN ISKANDAR HIJABAN MASTURA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He assumed the throne upon Mangigin’s death in 1926. By this time, the Sultanate assumed a very ceremonial traditional character. It continued to be the central institution for traditional and religious affairs of the Maguindanaon and Iranon peoples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN ESMAEL KALUG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He assumed the Sultanate when the eldest grandson of Sultan Mastura, Datu Baraguir refused to become Sultan. The latter was supposed to be the most legitimate claimant as a matter of right: His father, Datu Mamadra – who could have succeeded – predeceased Sultan Mastura, the incumbent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN MUHAMMAD (ATTY. GUTIEREZ) BARAGUIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He assumed upon the nomination of Sultan Esmael Kalug, months prior to the latter’s death in 1991. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SULTAN AMIR BARAGUIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was designated successor by his father. He assumed the title upon his father’s death in June 8, 2000. He is yet to be installed formally. The Sultanate has a great potential in stabilizing the cultural and religious affairs of the Maguindanaons and Iranons and protect them from the onslaught of neo-extremism and fundamentalism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;***I would like to share with you readers how they'd sacrificed and fought the SPANIARDS, for our territory. I'd like you to know their roles and being royalty to the people who merely treasured their Bravery and For you to know that these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SULTANS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HEROES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;**** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When my cousin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seri Paduka Sultan Sayyid Hadji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Datu Amir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; bin Muhammad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Baraguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was still with us, he gave me my own genealogy through my mother (BAI BULAWAN KOLENDOL MAMASASULOG KADIANDA).. I am very honored that I was given a chance to have a tarsila (Genealogy) written by him and gave it to me.. Thank you "KAKA AMIR"..-Bai Fevz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4e62993.linkbucks.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MAGUINDANAO SULTANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-522657707120651339?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/522657707120651339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=522657707120651339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/522657707120651339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/522657707120651339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2009/04/courtesy-moro-natl-liberation-front.html' title='SULTANATE  and HISTORY of MAGUINDANAO'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-2964877954438525813</id><published>2009-04-18T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:46:27.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapamilya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deal or no deal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story of inday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abs-cbn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banker'/><title type='text'>Inday at Deal or No Deal on Kapamilya Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtesy of this: ALEX the GREAT's BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** as i read this on alex's blog, i can't stop laughing and laughing all over again! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;natatawa talaga ako kay INDAY.. hehe hope you enjoy reading the whole story.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here is one of Inday’s misadventures in Kapamilya Deal or No Deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm sure Kris would really faint upon meeting “Inday”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt;Magandang gabi mga kapamilya, sa gameshow na ito importante ang sagotsa nag-iisang katanungang Deal or no Deal. Ang ating player ngayonggabi ay walang iba kundi ang fastest-rising household service s managerna si Inday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok Inday, choose a briefcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt;: Kris, I would opt for case #4 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Briefcase # 4… si Sharmel. Inday, matanong ko lang, how did you come up with the number 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, do you really want to know Kris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Oo naman. I’m sure kaya ko naman maintindihan yung sasabihin mo eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt;The number 4 was acquired based on a probability distribution functionthat involves integrating up to an area greater than or equal to thatrandom number which should be generated between 0 and 1 for properdistributions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Syet. tanong tanong pa kasi eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok Inday, choose 6 briefcases to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt; : I would opt for 7, 24, 12, 2, 15 and 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris&lt;/strong&gt;: Wait lang Inday, usually isa isa lang ang pagbubukas natin ng case…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt;:Why is that? As if I can change the outcome if we’re to open a caseeach time I blurt out a number as opposed to opening each caseimmediately one after the other right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Hayyy…babaguhin pa talaga mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Anwyay, di bale na lang nga… tuloy tayo. Number 7. Natalie buksan na!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Y ung audience sumisigaw ng LOWER!! LOWER!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt;Teka lang, bago natin buksan… Inday, usually ang mga contestants natenay sumisigaw ng “LOWER” every time magbubukas ng case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt;Kris, I guess that’s not the way I was taught in grade school. You see,I was taught that we should only use the comparative form of the wordor add “ER” to the adjective if we are comparing two things. And sinceit is only the first briefcase that we are going to open, we havenothing to compare it to. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natahimik ang audience at napaisip]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Oo nga no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Sige Natalie, Buksan mo na.&lt;br /&gt;[Ang laman ng briefcase 7 ay Piso… Palakpakan ang mga tao]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Good start! Ano yung next case mo ulit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt; : Case number 24 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Chloe… buksan na…&lt;br /&gt;[Audience sumisigaw ulit ng LOWER!!LOWER!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Wait lang guys, Inday may nabuksan ng case baket di ka pa rin sumisigaw ng “Lower”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt;:Oh my goodness Kris, how long have you been doing this? Have you everencountered a value that is lower than a peso in this game? Tell me, isthere any value left lower than the one we just opened? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Napaisip ulit ang audience at natahimik]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Aarrgghh!!!! Chloe buksan na lang nga, pati na rin yung 12, 2, 15 and 20 buksan na rin para matapos na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[naiirita na]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At sunod sunod na ngang nabukas ang mga case ni Inday] (nag-ring ang phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt;:Ahh Kris, to save more time can you tell Banker that I’m not interestedin his first offer. In the history of this game of chance, I have yetto see someone accept a first offer from the banker. It’s quitepathetic and pretentious for contestants to pause and look around theaudience as if asking for advice before ultimately rejecting the firstoffer. I mean come on, isn’t that a waste of airtime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banker:&lt;/strong&gt; Potahhh!!! [narinig sa set kahit sarado ang kwarto ni banker]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ito ang unang pagkakataon na marinig ng mga audience ang boses ni banker sa Deal or no Deal. … dumating na sa kalagitnaan ng show at mukhang minamalas na si Inday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt;Ok Inday, mukhang kelangan na natin ng tulong sa mga friends mo… sinoba yung bigotilyong lalaki na naka- polo? Ano name nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahh, that’s my master Mr. Montemayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahhh sya pala yun, how cute naman pala eh. Sige sir, give us a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Montemayor:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi Kris, good evening. I’m a fan. I choose number 12 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Ano Inday ok ba yung number 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; Whatever, we shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds us anyway. Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; [taray naman] Sofie, buksan na!&lt;br /&gt;[ang laman ng briefcase 12 ay 5,000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Good job! Sino naman yung gwapong lalake na naka jumper na katabi ni Mr. Montemayor? What’s his name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahh, that’s my on again off again boyfriend, Dodong the gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Ooohh, sya pala yun. Ok Dodong, give us a number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dodong:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi babes, I choose briefcase 9 if it’s ok with you. If not, it’s ok with me as long as it’s ok with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Ano raw? Inday, number 9 daw ok say0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt; : Yes Kris, it’s fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris&lt;/strong&gt;: Wow ang bait pag kay Dodong.     Ederlyn… buksan na!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…nanlaki ang mga mata ni Inday at hindi sya makapaniwala. Natahimik at mukhang kakapusin sya ng hininga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU!!! How dare you invade my moment!&lt;br /&gt;[nagulat si Kris at ang mga audience sa reaksyon ni Inday. Nagpatawag siKris ng commercial break at nagpakuha ng tubig para kay Inday.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkatitigan sina Inday at Ederlyn.&lt;br /&gt;Nakangisi si Ederlyn habang hawak ang briefcase ni Inday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ederlyn:&lt;/strong&gt; Pinapangako ko, Inday… pagbukas luluhod ang mga tala! hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt;: What? Can you speak up? What are you mumbling up there. Can somebody give her a microphone please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris&lt;/strong&gt;: Ano ba!! Tama na nga ang drama ninyo, Ederlyn buksan mo na ang case at umexit ka na kung ayaw mong mapalitan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(naiirita na si Kris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali-daling binuksan ni Ederlyn ang briefcase at ang laman ay… P3,000,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nangh inayang ang mga audience… Ang mga natirang values ay 250, 1K, 20K, 50K, and 500K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; NooOoo…. (sabay tingin kay Dodong at napapaluha), how could you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dodong:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m so sorry Inday, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Hayyy, drama again. Ang offer ni banker sa pagbabalik ng Kapamilya,Deal.. or No Deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pagtapos ng commercial break… mukhang composed na ulit si Inday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt;Inday, are you okay? Ang offer ni banker ay 99 thousand pesos. ‘Singrami siguro ng pilipinong pinadugo mo na ilong. Is it a Deal or NoDeal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimiklang si Inday tilang may kinocompute sa ulo habang ang mga audience aynagsisigawan ng “No Deal”, ang iba naman ay “Deal”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Wait lang, kung mapapansin ninyo we have only have 5 cases left, and among those 5, apat doon ay mas maliit na value…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; Kris, do you mind? Can I do my own thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natameme si Kris, pati ang audience ay natahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Taray to the max! (pabulong sa sarili)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt;Ok, I’m ready. Upon looking at the reality of the situation, 80% of thecases left have at least 49K less than the banker’s offer. The only wayI can do better than what is offered is that if my case contains the500k or I’d get to open one of the four lower values. But I have tokeep in mind that there’s only 20% probability that this would happen.I have to take note, however, that the banker’s offer is roughly around15% lower than the offer I expected based on the arithmetic mean of thevalues left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Lorddd… panaginip ba ‘to?Ayokonaaa….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; Accepting a deal for less than the mean should generally be regarded as a weak decision so I would say, NO DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limang briefcase na lang ang natitira at kasama na doon ang case ni Inday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; My God, nakaka-stress itong episode na ito ha. Baka dumugo na rin ang ilong ko sa’yo Inday. Sige Inday, go ahead and choose 1 briefcase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok Kris, I choose briefcase #5 please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Briefcase #5! Mimi bago mo buksan yan I would first like to thank Figliarina by Schubizz for my sandals, Bambi Fuentes for my hair and make-up and Pepsi Herrera for my gown tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok Mimi, buk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahh Kris, can I also take time to thank a few people? I mean, I did save us a few minutes of airtime right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; (“kapal naman talaga ng mukha”… bulong sa sarili) Sige, ok lang go ahead. (naka-smile pa rin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt;:Thanks! Yes, I would like to thank Frank Provost for my hair andmake-up, Jimmy Choo for my sandals and my dear friend Oscar dela Rentafor my gown tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAG!!Tinumba ni Kris ang podium at nagwalk-out. Hindi na natapos ang showkaya’t binigyan na lang ni Banker si Inday ng kalahating milyon para sakanyang oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, and thanks to the people of Cartier for sending me these nice earrings for tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ito ang isa sa mga un-aired episode ng Kapamilya, Deal or No Deal)&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/430672327909998771-2964877954438525813?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/2964877954438525813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=2964877954438525813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/2964877954438525813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/2964877954438525813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2009/04/inday-at-deal-or-no-deal-on-kapamilya.html' title='Inday at Deal or No Deal on Kapamilya Network'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-4643964050052253513</id><published>2009-02-21T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T03:50:30.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathleen sheppard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely shadow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends poem'/><title type='text'>inSpiRaTionaL Poetry!..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can We Still Be Friends? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Kathleen Sheppard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was cold and hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lost out in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wandering and searching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for heaven's light..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the night sky clearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you spread your rainbow wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But little did I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what joy you would bring&lt;br /&gt;From that moment on a friendship did start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you kissed away my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sheltered my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bless the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God sent him from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then I grew fearful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for I had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;I told you this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what did you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said you liked our friendship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's how it would stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for a friendship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then felt your warm, gentle hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You then whispered in my ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that by my side you'll forever stand... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Gift To You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Lonely Shadow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live through my dark existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only to bask in your beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your eyes that shine like sapphires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your smile that brightens even my sad existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I envy the wind that runs through your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that touches your lipsI long to touch you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to hold you in my arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I cannotfor your heart belongs to anotherso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only love you from a far &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your friendship means more to me than anything this world provides &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but like an angel you touched my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a way that I've never felt before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause I've never known what love is until this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that we are only friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but my heart wishes it to be more so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will still hope and dreamthat one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can feel your lips pressed to mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to hold you in my arms and say, "I love you"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i surf the net coz i want to find something so inspirable for someone but as i go surfing the world wide web, this something pops on my page... a POEM.. so many poems that i'd made for my friends.. but when i read this, it touched me, my heart and my personality..(nyakakak!)hehe..chaaaar! hope you like it too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-4643964050052253513?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/4643964050052253513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=4643964050052253513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/4643964050052253513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/4643964050052253513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspirational-poetry.html' title='inSpiRaTionaL Poetry!..:)'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-6861935841067985288</id><published>2009-01-03T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:21:40.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wahahahah!! this is for my friends! sa tanan Tawaw ug E.U.T!..aw...hehehe happy new year  sa inyo mga TOL!!!! hehe..weeeeeeee mag bago na tau kung may dapat baguhin!wahahaha..peace to one and all bow! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-6861935841067985288?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/6861935841067985288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=6861935841067985288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/6861935841067985288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/6861935841067985288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new Year!!!!'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-8484279495415142033</id><published>2008-12-09T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:37:07.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics of sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><title type='text'>SoRRY by Jonas Brothers</title><content type='html'>*** It takes times for me to say this to someone... but I have to coz I wanted to.... all I wanted to say this to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken hearts and last goodbyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Restless nights but lullabies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helps make this pain go away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize I let you down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told you that I'd be around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Building up the strength just to say&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] I'm sorry For breaking all the promises &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I wasn't around to keep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But your already on your way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with sorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;filled with pain Knowing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I am to blame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For leaving your heart out in the rain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know your gonna walk away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And leave me with the price to pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But before you go I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sorry For breaking all the promises &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I wasn't around to keep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all me This time is the last time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I will ever beg you to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're already on your way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't make it alive on my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you have to go, then please girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just leave me alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I don't want to see you and me going our separate ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm begging you to stay If it isn't too late&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry For breaking all the promises &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I wasn't around to keep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all me This time is the last time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I will ever beg you to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But your already on your way.&lt;br /&gt;But your already on your way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-8484279495415142033?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/8484279495415142033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=8484279495415142033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/8484279495415142033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/8484279495415142033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-by-jonas-brothers.html' title='SoRRY by Jonas Brothers'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-7450854325019208718</id><published>2008-11-28T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:40:32.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack TWILIGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><title type='text'>Decode (Twilight OST) - Paramore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvnkAtWcKYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvnkAtWcKYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** for the.. &lt;a href="http://baifevzkee.i.ph/"&gt; TRAILER &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lyrics&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I decide what’s right,&lt;br /&gt;when you’re clouding up my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t win your losing fight&lt;br /&gt;all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna ever own what’s mine,&lt;br /&gt;when you’re always taking sides.&lt;br /&gt;But you won’t take away my pride.&lt;br /&gt;No, not this time.&lt;br /&gt;Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here,&lt;br /&gt;when I used to know you so well?&lt;br /&gt;But, how did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is hiding in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and it’s hanging on your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Just boiling in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;But you think that I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;what kind of man that you are;&lt;br /&gt;if you’re a man at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will figure this one out&lt;br /&gt;on my own.&lt;br /&gt;(I’m screaming, “I love you so.”)&lt;br /&gt;On my own.&lt;br /&gt;(My thoughts you can’t decode.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here,&lt;br /&gt;when I used to know you so well? (Yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we’ve done?&lt;br /&gt;We’ve gone and made such fools&lt;br /&gt;of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we’ve done?&lt;br /&gt;We’ve gone and made such fools&lt;br /&gt;of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here,&lt;br /&gt;when I used to know you so well? (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Well, How did we get here&lt;br /&gt;when I used to know you so well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know...&lt;br /&gt;I think I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something I see in you.&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be true.&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/430672327909998771-7450854325019208718?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/7450854325019208718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=7450854325019208718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/7450854325019208718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/7450854325019208718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/11/decode-twilight-ost-paramore.html' title='Decode (Twilight OST) - Paramore'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-9222269352294695344</id><published>2008-11-17T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:51:56.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supergirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janelle tan'/><title type='text'>A super greet for a super friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A wonderful great I am for having this friend of mine.. wishing you a great day always and forever.. be pretty always as you are to me and to your peers.... more happy birthdays to come my sweet but brutal superfriend of mine... stay sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kind and so amiable to me... am very glad to meet a person like you... happy bday once again and I'm always here for you TOL!... mwah!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i522.photobucket.com/albums/w350/fevsheik_photos/supermonth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 294px;" src="http://i522.photobucket.com/albums/w350/fevsheik_photos/supermonth.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-9222269352294695344?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/9222269352294695344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=9222269352294695344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/9222269352294695344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/9222269352294695344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-greet-for-super-friend.html' title='A super greet for a super friend!'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-3328662183654556857</id><published>2008-11-08T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T03:35:48.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the UnforgettaBLe Memories!</title><content type='html'>*** by &lt;strong&gt;Tawaw Elenor&lt;/strong&gt;!... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 473px; 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                   Everybody needs someone or somebody to cry on and listen to your stories that you want them to catch it up with you.. that's great if you have some. Me, everyone knows I'm silent and don't even talk to anyone elses unless they're gonna talked first.. ("I'm a One question, One answer! period"). My sister (Older than me) used to asked me about my friends.. but then I just answered her back, Ok lang.. Every time she asking me about my EX-friend, My mind get so Blowing up and and my blood seems to burned out!... but when I'm alone, I got to think of the past.. I wanted to tell her the truth.. I just regret the moments that I didn't told her about what happen to us... Until now, It's still a hint for my family what has really happen to our friendship although my dad knows a little bit of it but not the rest.... My mom got curious about me, sometimes, I have to hide to them coz I don't want HER to be a gossip involving my family... My problem (although it's not really a big deal for them) should be out of the house.. I keep my problems for myself.. sometimes I hide it and just ignoring them but I can't deny the fact that sometimes I was thinking of it, Sometimes I pictured myself through my phone cam with unidentified smiled or should I say forced smiled.. hahaha! I just laughing at myself as if I'm crazy.. texting somebody on my phonebook pretending I'm very happy... this blog is enough to shout out what's on my mind and what I feel right now.. I'd cried not because of my problems, I've cried for someone but I won't regret that, coz That was me.. I've cried because of my emotions comed out... I have too many things on my mind that I really don't understand whenever I'm alone.. I'm always finding things which can entertain myself though.. movies are enough but whenever I start to watch it, my eyes are staring on the screen but my mind got another world, in short I can't concentrate not because I don't understand the movie I am watching though, but something's bothering me... I keep on hiding it still, I wanted to shout it like I want to go the Island myself and shouting there "HELP!".. but I am afraid of, no one can hear me.. Although I'm happy now, but not totally 100% it seems... why I'm posting this?..trip lang!, coz I don't have someone here to talk with and to listen to my damn stories though, singing and listening to music is enough of me..problem?,.. I'll keep it to myself..  My family and friends finds me like a book but difficult to read, they maybe right but I told them to be a GOOD READER.. this is all I know for this time, sometimes the past doesn't just catch up with,... but it haunts you though... this maybe the reason, why some things have to bothered me all the time.. :) have a nice time reading this!.. :) sorry to bother you.. I know It's nonsense though.. :).. I don't have any idea what to post here right now, but this is all I know.. hehehe! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-5335373850527955929?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/5335373850527955929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=5335373850527955929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/5335373850527955929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/5335373850527955929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-shout.html' title='I want to shout!'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-98363725854668770</id><published>2008-10-18T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:02:33.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tawaw'/><title type='text'>StiLL be..</title><content type='html'>Pictures could be deleted and erased.. but memories will not change and still be there...forever!.. this should be our day..It should be a celebration.. but It's not anymore.. I missed You! :( for you &lt;a href="http://baifevzkee.i.ph" target=_blank&gt;STILL ME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-98363725854668770?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/98363725854668770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=98363725854668770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/98363725854668770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/98363725854668770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-be.html' title='StiLL be..'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-991250504239885261</id><published>2008-10-18T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:44:34.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriends'/><title type='text'>An OaTh a year ago.. (BroKen Promise)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 A year ago (the same date and time).. Someone had promised me one thing . It was the day of conversation between two new friends.. A semestral break has started that time.. All I do  on that vacation; watching TV, eating, hanging out with my brothers, Texting...o yeah! we became textmates (me and that someone).. and then we became very close as if we know each other that time.. until it was boring for us to have a discussion bout nonsense topic of all time.. I ended it up asking her, "Do you keep secrets?".. and then she answered me back, "If you trust me, then I'll do!. why?".. "I do have secrets and I know I can trust you, I'll tell you all my secrets but... You tell me yours too.." I replied...&lt;br /&gt;But she refused to tell me her secrets and she asked me what's my secrets... I told her everything because I trusted her.. in the meantime, She asked me, "Can I trust you?"... then I replied "If you think you can trust me, then yes I can"... She gave me a situation where she has her "CURIOSITY" of something else..I was shocked, I never expect that she was on that situation (could not be on detail here!  it's COMPLICATED..clue: not a DRUGS or any prohibited hobby ok!.. ITS ABOUT RELATIONSHIP!). She txted me again "hoist! Are you still there?.. Shocked ka noh?".. Then I answered "huh?..If You want to avoid that thing, you can make it, unless you wouldn't and give it a try but don't you dare me to support you coz I don't like to see you with that situation not because I am not a friend but you have to see the outcome if you're gonna do it".. As I was replying her that time, she send me a message like this.."You're right!, don't worry I can control myself pa naman! sinabihan ko na xa na wag na xa manligaw kc ala man xa pag asa at di tanggap ng barkada natin"... then I replied "Mabuti naman para maaga pa alam na niya na hindi pwede".. then she textbacked "pero inlove man daw xa sa akin! at gusto nga daw niya iprove at pumunta ng boarding house para manligaw kaya lang andun si ****T baka magtaka rin un.." nxt message "Eto kasing c J*** eh simula nung nging close kmi dami ng nalilink at nacurious tuloy ako!"...then I enden it up by texting her.. "IKAW bahala sa LIFE mo, kung anu gusto mu edi gawin mo pero tingnan mo muna kung anu mangyayari pag may gagawin kang hindi makakabuti sau at kung un man makakapagpasaya sau edi masaya na rin ako for you, andito lng ako.." then She answered "Tlaga?.., thank you.. wag ka mag alala nakocontrol ko pa sarili ko at saka curious lang naman ako at hindi ko naman cnabi na FALL na ako dun"... then I told her "PAGXURE OI!"... then she replied "Secret lng natin toh ha!..".. then i answered "OFCOURSE!".. then after a minute she texted me "From now on magbestfriend na tayo!.." at first we call each other Bestfriend but I thought It was just a "TAWAGAN", as days passing by.. we called each other "BEST" ..we became close friends as if we were siblings and true real friends.. Everytime we're not together, we always looking for each other as if we were worrying... a txt like this "BEST WER KA?.."."DITO AKO OFFICE, SAN KA NA best!? BILISAN MO JAN!"... although we were three (3) close friends (pangatlo c INDAY).. me and her (SOMEONE) took ourselves to be best of friends for real..we always holding hands and embraced each other everytime we're going in and out to school and as time goes by, we made a memories that NOBODY could ever take and replace those CRAZY but BEAUTIFUL moments of a true and real friends.. I wish it wasn't just a very nice memories.. I wish that I could bring  back those but I know I can't.. This day, OCTOBER 18, was supposedly our celebration.. every 18th day  was our Bestsary (that's what we call it!).. We're exchanged gifts to each other during our bestsary..My first gift was a pink teddy bear and we call it "CHIX" (Un gusto nia itawag kc We call Girls as CHIX that way!haha!) but it wasn't our bestsary, anyway I gave her a PILOT Ballpen (wala kc xang ballpen sa exam nun!  tapos ballpen nya puro nag tatae tae hahaha!) during our first bestsary and she gave me black BRACELET (gawa daw nya) that was very sweet for a us to have.. a night of our bestsary that time she txtd me, "Tnx best!.. You're my bestfriend forever and I will keep you for the rest of my liFE.. luv u best koh! happi bestsary" (this message is still on my inbox 2).. I answered her " Tnx din best, Luv u too!.." ... I'll always keep those memories in my heart because she made an oath and a promise.. But I'm not expecting anything to happen in the future coz we both know it's very complicated and impossible to have those back, although I missed her very much (I can't deny it..yah! am not hiding it coz it's true).. This day is supposedly our AniBestsary! (wheeww!)..I was just wondering if she's thinking of  this day like I do.. tsk3.. 3 nights of dreaming that she hugged me and hold my hands again (yes, I know she has a scar or PEKLAT on her hand..un ang nkita ko sa panaginip ko..hahaha! pero ask nyo kung meron talaga xa peklat o wala..hehehe)., I thought it was real but gosh I wake up saying.. "ai, akala ko totoo!".. tsk3.. I will never regret those days.. most specially OCTOBER 18, 2007!.. :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Naremember ko lang ang araw na ito kaya wag na magreact mga against jan ok..:(&lt;br /&gt;*** Kung mabasa man nya ito, edi mabuti..hahaha! :(&lt;br /&gt;***Sana hindi na lang xa nagpromise.... :(&lt;br /&gt;***She Broke it... for someone! (grrrr!).. She made me blind and looked dumb for all those times.. :(&lt;br /&gt;***I'd protected her for nothing... She'd lied not even tell me everything.....and explain what's on her side but, instead She Left us (me and inday)...&lt;br /&gt;***I've trusted her..despite of everything she has done!..ok na unta di ba! :(&lt;br /&gt;***I moved on!  but I can't help myself to remember everything specially every 18th day of the month.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-991250504239885261?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/991250504239885261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=991250504239885261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/991250504239885261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/991250504239885261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/oath-year-ago-broken-promise.html' title='An OaTh a year ago.. (BroKen Promise)'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-1004109379129452581</id><published>2008-10-13T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:30:01.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when it rains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><title type='text'>this time around.. my new fave.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmm, middle of this night.. my sister wasn't home yet..  and I can't sleep, not because I'm all alone this time, but because I'm having an insomnia again.. they told me to drink milk.. yeah! I had tried it so many times... but it doesn't work for me..hahaha!..lol!.. what I did?, I'd watched the paramore concert in an online video site.. and guyz, there was their song caught my attention really.. I've searched the lyrics and then downloaded that performanced of them.... Just nothing.. I was just feeling good when I heard and watched it.. It makes me sing whenever I played it on my winamp player..hahaha!.. ok.. this is it na.. no more good talkings..hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a05ac3a156580bb" 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://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a05ac3a156580bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331178801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73982DD072CCAE5D02D285BBD025B94C53EDA62D.2D60184FCC47434B6BD717A421743FBA10896FD6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a05ac3a156580bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtlhxR2F5XbUWFP2DeGrfltlTz0w&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://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a05ac3a156580bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331178801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73982DD072CCAE5D02D285BBD025B94C53EDA62D.2D60184FCC47434B6BD717A421743FBA10896FD6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a05ac3a156580bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtlhxR2F5XbUWFP2DeGrfltlTz0w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The title of this song is "WHEN IT RAINS"..&lt;br /&gt;*** I Love watching those lovers there kissing and it's so sweeeetttt"...heheh :D&lt;br /&gt;*** Hayley has a great amazing voice!... :)&lt;br /&gt;*** to all my friends out there, listen to the lyrics.. naay matamaan!..wahaha but in fairness, it's so lovely..hahaha!.. peace y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-1004109379129452581?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8a05ac3a156580bb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/1004109379129452581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=1004109379129452581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/1004109379129452581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/1004109379129452581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-time-around-my-new-fave.html' title='this time around.. my new fave.. :)'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-6156505625766896256</id><published>2008-10-12T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:23:27.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slipped away live in budokan'/><title type='text'>AvRiL LaVigNe - Slipped Away (Live in Budokan, Japan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e2a734b3ec11c449" 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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2a734b3ec11c449%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331178801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71F680A4A1855AFAC36E56FA8E6B67D65153C27B.7911DC33D420E5A56F5C3B828E1A3B0E85636AB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2a734b3ec11c449%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2o9nqZZAR6v2es0tK0xLO7NkuGc&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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2a734b3ec11c449%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331178801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71F680A4A1855AFAC36E56FA8E6B67D65153C27B.7911DC33D420E5A56F5C3B828E1A3B0E85636AB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2a734b3ec11c449%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2o9nqZZAR6v2es0tK0xLO7NkuGc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** This song is very sad.. isn't it?... hehe but it's very special to me... coz it makes me very emotional when I am all alone in my room... :(&lt;br /&gt;*** It reminds me the past behind..char!..wahahah! :)&lt;br /&gt;*** this song is for my long lost friend... wherever you are, just stay there! lol!..hahaha.. :)&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/430672327909998771-6156505625766896256?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e2a734b3ec11c449&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/6156505625766896256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=6156505625766896256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/6156505625766896256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/6156505625766896256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-my-long-lost-friend.html' title='AvRiL LaVigNe - Slipped Away (Live in Budokan, Japan)'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-4991062338625721530</id><published>2008-10-10T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:29:47.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tawawz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>FriEnDshiP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO8bowqYHXI/AAAAAAAAACw/vRrzOHtov54/s1600-h/03-03-08_1335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO8bowqYHXI/AAAAAAAAACw/vRrzOHtov54/s200/03-03-08_1335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255449677236018546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;                           There are many valuable things in life, but friendship may be one of the most important. To live life without the experience of friendship, is life without living. Human interaction is a necessity to survival, but developed friendships are essential to the successful well being of anyone. Based upon Webster's Dictionary, the definition of a friend is, "A person whom one knows, likes and trusts." But to all, Friendship has no defined terminology. The definition of a friend, and friendship, is based upon one's own notions. Many people look for different characteristics in friends, things that may be common in nature. There are many different types of friends that one wants or needs. There are Five different categories for these friends. It is best in nature to recognize and appreci&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO8cIPa_jyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M5WyM0P3PXE/s1600-h/04-03-08_1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO8cIPa_jyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M5WyM0P3PXE/s200/04-03-08_1507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255450218068938530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ate various kinds of friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt; The first type of friend in the friendship is an acquaintance. This is the beginning to all basics, and deeper friendships. This is the person with whom, is only known on a pure, and basic level. The insight to this person's life, is merely an observation from a person's perception. Usually, these are the types of friends that a person may meet in school,. . .     &lt;br /&gt;In the foundation of life long friendship, tears will be shed and the bond developed between two individuals is one of the closest relationships one can have.Finally, the last type of friend is a Significant other, many would argue with this, but actually it is a bond or form of friendship. Secrets are kept and smiles are a natural part of the relationship. They may have grown up next-door, or with these types of friends, are friends that are most cherished and respected. It is developed and formed at a partnership. It is the person with that is felt to be comfortable with, even at worst. They may have been a buddy in Kindergarten, maybe the little girl who was the playground bully&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO8c8KpbhyI/AAAAAAAAADA/yVVob29XqTc/s1600-h/07-03-08_1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO8c8KpbhyI/AAAAAAAAADA/yVVob29XqTc/s200/07-03-08_1532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255451110140512034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but now the protector of all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends make true friendships possible, and with that, It makes life possible. It could even be a friend of a friend, someone that is seen frequently but the extent of conversations rarely going into depth. The person, who fulfils that role, will share many common bonds. They may have been a highschool friend that dressed the same, or had the same classes. To have this, they must share similar traits. t work, local hang outs, or somewhere that is frequented often. They are valued as a friend, and cherished as family. These types of people, will be there through the thick and thin.Life is so short that we need someone to share our thoughts and feelings. Definitely, a thought would arise in our mind asking who it could be whom we can trust so closely. Answer might be who someone closes to you, but who? Parents, brother, sister…..! Apparently, it hardly comes to anyone’s mind a “true friend”. You are no nearer to true friendship than if you choose them for commercial reason. Besides who are you that you should be setting a price upon your friendship? It is enough for any man that he has the divine power of making friends, and he must leave it to that power of making friends. In this essay I will try to give my points of view toward friendsh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO8fYTR4CQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HUYtIWPMnZk/s1600-h/27-08-08_2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO8fYTR4CQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HUYtIWPMnZk/s200/27-08-08_2054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255453792517228802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends are essential in our life just as food is essential for living. Moreover, it is essential to determine their friendship as we analyze the contents of the food before we eat. Friends and their friendship play a great role in everyone’s life. It is a gift that we offer because we must; to give it as the reward of virtue would be to set a price upon it, and those who do that have no friendship to give. We would meet a lot of people in our life, from those we choose friends and among those, we make our best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;source: www.myessays.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/3qpy86"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yrmhlc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-4991062338625721530?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/4991062338625721530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=4991062338625721530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/4991062338625721530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/4991062338625721530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendship.html' title='FriEnDshiP'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO8bowqYHXI/AAAAAAAAACw/vRrzOHtov54/s72-c/03-03-08_1335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-467758633352347976</id><published>2008-10-09T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:46:30.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gangster high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean movie'/><title type='text'>GaNgster hiGh!.. movie review</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/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO3BUxIigMI/AAAAAAAAACI/KQRJcwg4HwE/s1600-h/gs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO3BUxIigMI/AAAAAAAAACI/KQRJcwg4HwE/s200/gs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255068902741934274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;***this movie is great... I just watched it yesterday.. sad but have many lessons to learn, "Stand For YouR friendship".. TruSt youR very TRUE FRIENDS... and lastly, be brave and save yOurself from danger that you put on and don't forget to save your DIGNITY and RESPECT to your own personality... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie goes with Sang-ho and his friends Jae-gu and Chang-bae create a boys soccer club called "Tigers".&lt;br /&gt;Sang-ho, whose main passions are hitting the books and kicking a soccer ball, meets Su-hee through Jae-gu. Su-hee is polar opposite from Sang-ho. While he is the model student and athlete, Su-hee is a tough but pretty problem student. Their differences inevitably draw them together. But Su-hee belongs to Jong-suk, the leader of a teen gang calling themselves "T&amp;amp;T". The Tigers soon find themselves engulfed in a battle with T&amp;amp;T. When Sang-ho's friends become seriously injured during a fight with T&amp;amp;T, Sang-ho makes a choice he can't go back on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch:&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-15830/Gangster-High-Movie-part-1.html"&gt;PaRt 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-15945/Gangster-High-Movie-part-2.html"&gt;PaRt 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.koreanfilm.or.kr/" class="liennormal" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.koreanfilm.or.kr&lt;/a&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/430672327909998771-467758633352347976?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/467758633352347976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=467758633352347976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/467758633352347976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/467758633352347976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/gangster-high-movie-review.html' title='GaNgster hiGh!.. movie review'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SO3BUxIigMI/AAAAAAAAACI/KQRJcwg4HwE/s72-c/gs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-1548799803587328591</id><published>2008-10-08T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:15:23.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell i care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tawaw'/><title type='text'>Lier's goes to HeLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;               O yah! that's true... yah I've lied... but NOT totally "GOOD as SHE was on Me"... :) right?.. am lying but seconds later, I screwed up...hahaha! and am not really GOOD at it like SHE did it before and done it with all the things I made and done for her.. then suddenly we screwed her up like asking "whoa!, whhhaaaatttt?????"... how?..when?...why?.." that's all I can say!... but "SHE was really a GOOD... LIER!.." like putting a knife stabbed!! not on my heart, but on my BACK!... just funny little hurt huh?.. and am not affected of losing this person.. but really feel very betrayed, because after all the things I've done, I suddenly realized that I was... with the Devil in disguised in all those times!..well tnx for all those... LIES!....had a wonderful memories!! grrrrrr...(hayst!)... &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/430672327909998771-1548799803587328591?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/1548799803587328591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=1548799803587328591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/1548799803587328591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/1548799803587328591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/liers-goes-to-hell.html' title='Lier&apos;s goes to HeLL'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-4022616343518403017</id><published>2008-10-08T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:16:37.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tawaw'/><title type='text'>I was Poisoned....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was (recently) admitted this morning 2:30 AM, at the hospital.. just a kilometers away from our house.. because the doctor said I was food poisoned.. I never told my friends or texted them cause first, I have no load! hahaha! (poor!), 2nd my phone was busted and left on my room.. I never told them, after I got home at 8 AM the same day.. not becoz I thought that they'll gonna worry about me, but I don't have to coz It's not important them to know it alright :) and anyway I'm alright now..  And this situation bothers me because I promised and texted my friend (ELENOR) yesterday, that i'll visit her in school today but I broke it..."SORRY TOL!"... coz my mom didn't want me to go outside the house.. so I texted Elenor that I'm tired and I have to accompany my mom.. gosh I've lied(hahaha!).. oh yes.. i feel very sad coz I never told Elenor, even Paul and the rest of the group about what happen to me coz they also having their busy career and doing their busy project and I don't want them to worry bout it.. (char!) ... I thought this day will gonna be our "LAAG TIME"... atay jud!.... kinsa makabasa ani (kaila lang namu) secreto lang nato ok..hahahahah!!!!.. :) have a nice hour!... :) ...o_O..  &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/430672327909998771-4022616343518403017?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/4022616343518403017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=4022616343518403017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/4022616343518403017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/4022616343518403017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-poisoned.html' title='I was Poisoned....'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-1850509816777152417</id><published>2008-10-06T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:00:12.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tawaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Tawaw FrieNdzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrefeVoDvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NA4d0PQqQhY/s1600-h/04-01-08_1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrefeVoDvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NA4d0PQqQhY/s200/04-01-08_1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254256547582185202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hello huyz!.. these are my friends who means a lot to me... I'm considering them as my siblings and close friends to me.. I maybe not telling them all my secrets not because I'm not trusting them but they know how much i appreciate all their good deeds and all their cares for me.. (drama!) but that's real.. They're one of my strength that I'm having for now.. without them, I should have cut wrist and not telling them all my weakS.. I am happy whenever i'm with them.. I am always laughing out loud whenever they moving and making me laugh and the way they teasing me for the things I'm not used to be.. so why I am featuring this?.. because these are the concept of my blog.. about my friends.. about us.. about friendship we built.. about the things that we'll never expect in the future... about the things that made us shocked from the past.. and all of the things we used to know.. anyway, i want to mention their names here... bihira lang ako mamili ng "TRUE FRIENDS"... the three in that first image, its me the one whose with cellphone, ELENOR (the middle one) is one of my close friend that I am considering as my Buddy.. she's my close friend and I used to call her "TOL" and "tawaw".. She knows everything about me. we became close friends a year ago,  I can say that she's having a bad mood syndrome sometimes.. but I used to it cause she's my buddy.. We sometimes had a fight but not totally a big deal for us.. cause we solved it a minutes later..hehe!.. MARILOU ( the third one) is my very very close friend of mine.. I really love this girl.. even if sometimes I don't understand her mood.. I used to it,. She is the MOMMY of our group... She's definitely good but totally Bad if you gonna mess her up... She's very caring to me.. We became so close when she'd back to school a couple of years ago... we used to be each other in school because she and I had no close friends that time that's why we always to be with each other..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrefnX6MMI/AAAAAAAAABY/peP-Qh6-15Q/s1600-h/05-07-08_1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrefnX6MMI/AAAAAAAAABY/peP-Qh6-15Q/s200/05-07-08_1246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254256550007681218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Joyce, the girl with full of joy every time we meet in school.. although we were not close during school days, she totally have my trust and friendship for real.. we were classmates, we know each other faces and names but not personal as it seems... we became close when I get to visit my friend (ELENOR) in their "TAMBAYAN".. the crystal links... as I always to get there, as always we got knowing each characters... I used to call her "Madam Joycee" and I myself didn't even know why I am calling her that way..hehehe but for me, it's just a respect... really... :) Joyce for me will always be a friend to me no matter the distance we had now.. :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrefm5n-GI/AAAAAAAAABg/hQvSbkk2dUk/s1600-h/23-08-08_1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrefm5n-GI/AAAAAAAAABg/hQvSbkk2dUk/s200/23-08-08_1552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254256549880658018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--BorGe, the man here!:) we never talk nor even close during school days.. hahaha lol!.. but this man made me so funny and laugh even if his jokes are so out of the world!..hehe :) I called Him "TOL" (Bro or sis).. he's one of my few friends that I'm calling "TOL"(that way).... he's so funky and crazy.. but He's my idol coz this man is so smart.. I remember telling him "ToL buti pa ikaw na lang teacher namin sa elective''.. heheh because he's definitely has a quality to teach us and knows evrything we wanted to know in school. no offense to my professor there! but "Wala jud mi naibalhan sa mga topic nimu!" hahahah.. di ba TOL?..hehehe kabuangan man but that's the truth..heheh &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOregLGK-PI/AAAAAAAAABw/BaD1S5yFKfY/s1600-h/my+kuyas+and+me...weee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOregLGK-PI/AAAAAAAAABw/BaD1S5yFKfY/s200/my+kuyas+and+me...weee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254256559596959986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--the two guyz here.. karlo and Rotsen.. these guyz are also my closed friends in school and until now.. we always keeping in touch no matter the distance we had right now.. for me, i am considering them as my big brothers.. :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrq-pVR9SI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XIlc7ShrbEM/s1600-h/21-07-08_2211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrq-pVR9SI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XIlc7ShrbEM/s200/21-07-08_2211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254270277249004834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul (right image) .. i call him also "TOL".. he's one of my close friend too.. I am also considering him my Big bro in the group.. :) we became close friends when I used to stay in the "Tambayan" of them.. hehehe.. I always remember our walking trip around roxas and bonifacio to have a conversations and had some talks about somebody that hurt us.. (chaka!)..hehehe I'm also happy when the three of us (with ELENOR) were talking nonsense and having some good trip..  :) This friend of mine is so kind to me and i found him very loyal to his girl of his dreams... (can I mention her here Tol?)hehehe.. :) he called himself "Stripe Boy".. who's the girl of his dreams?.. he called her as "PIANO girl"..hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrxdrQ2glI/AAAAAAAAACA/n-baOiRuvRw/s1600-h/21-07-08_2223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrxdrQ2glI/AAAAAAAAACA/n-baOiRuvRw/s200/21-07-08_2223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254277407413011026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last but not the least.. I have Mamot here. (left)... I am considering this girl as my "Madam" and close friend to me, though some situations could not be on details here.. I would rather hit somebody's face than to break my respect with this girl.. "if someone has gone, somebody would come and that's definitely HER.. and She is better and deserves my friendship" everyone in the group knows the situation about this issues we had on her "TWIN" but we ignored that coz we totally rule the friendship we have right now..... i consider her as my Sister.. not by blood but through the bottom of our hearts.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** That's how I value them.. I love my friends and that's why I'm featuring them here!.. :)&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/430672327909998771-1850509816777152417?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/1850509816777152417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=1850509816777152417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/1850509816777152417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/1850509816777152417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-tawaw-friendzz.html' title='My Tawaw FrieNdzz'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOrefeVoDvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NA4d0PQqQhY/s72-c/04-01-08_1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-6890807944813394222</id><published>2008-10-05T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:26:34.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supergirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janelle tan'/><title type='text'>SuPerJaneLLe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOm23yYUztI/AAAAAAAAABI/Y84L_8fD4jQ/s1600-h/Image%28088%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOm23yYUztI/AAAAAAAAABI/Y84L_8fD4jQ/s200/Image%28088%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253931509837254354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my friend Janelle Tan. When I was still in school, we neither talk nor just smiling back at each other its because we don't know each other yet.. Until my Friends and I, noticed that this girl always using the SUPERMAN Blue bag (i Guess?).. So WE decided to code named her as SUPERGIRL.. Until the time when I graduated, We Became friends through Texting (but not always) We call each other as "TOL" just like my other close friends call me that way..TOL means for us as Siblings (bro or sis).. She (janelle) never knew that we call her a SUPERGIRL not because she's a hero for everyone but she's definitely much look a like with that image, ika nga eh "habang tumatagal lalo na xang ngiging kamukha ni SUPERGIRL".. I was amazed when I saw her fs profile full of heroes and images of SUPERGIRL then we come to think, If JAnelle knew her code name to us.. hahaha! lolz!.. but that made me so hmmmmm happy coz aside from became friends with this funny Supergirl I've met, Some of my friends wondering how we Became close (char!)... and talking about this cute friend of mine, she has many ADMIRERS, as girls and boys thought..hehehe.. you are wondering why I'm posting this article about her?.. its because I'm watching a SUPERMAN movie right now, the classic one.. where SUPERGIRL meets her cousin Clark Kent.. so I remember asking her (janelle) about what article should I Post on my Blog, she told me "MUKHA KO" (mY Face!).. she told me to post her face but I knew it was just a Joke. :) but I come to think of what I'm gonna Post here.. Yes!.. this is it.. I REMEMBER HER.. My friend Janelle "SuperGirL" Tan... :)&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/430672327909998771-6890807944813394222?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/6890807944813394222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=6890807944813394222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/6890807944813394222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430672327909998771/posts/default/6890807944813394222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/2008/10/superjanelle.html' title='SuPerJaneLLe'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOm23yYUztI/AAAAAAAAABI/Y84L_8fD4jQ/s72-c/Image%28088%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-7560947468309581680</id><published>2008-10-05T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:03:07.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all-star'/><title type='text'>A FamouS ShoE of All-TimE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOmn1P-Q20I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9NDq9vWlsy8/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOmn1P-Q20I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9NDq9vWlsy8/s200/shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253914973566982978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuck Taylor All-Stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Converse All-Stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, also referred to as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chucks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ' are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canvas" title="Canvas"&gt;canvas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubber" title="Rubber" class="mw-redirect"&gt;rubber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoes" title="Shoes" class="mw-redirect"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; produced by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Converse_%28company%29" title="Converse (company)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Converse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. They were first produced in 1917 as the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All-Star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;," Converse's attempt to capture the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basketball" title="Basketball"&gt;basketball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shoe market. They were not particularly popular until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basketball_player" title="Basketball player" class="mw-redirect"&gt;basketball player&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chuck Taylor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt; adopted them as his preferred shoe. He was impressed with the design so he became the shoe's leading salesman. After proposing a few changes to the shoe, the shoe got its current name and Chuck Taylor's signature on its ankle patch. Although classic black is the most popular, Chuck Taylor was himself known to prefer unbleached white high-tops (known in his day as simply "white").&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;Consumers demanded more variety from the shoe - particularly with respect to colors in order to match basketball teams - so colored and patterned shoelaces became popular to complement the two colors, black and white, available before &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1966" title="1966"&gt;1966&lt;/a&gt;. Afterwards, more colors and styles became available. Low-top or "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxford_shoe" title="Oxford shoe"&gt;Oxford&lt;/a&gt;", &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High-top" title="High-top"&gt;high-top&lt;/a&gt;, and later knee-high, versions were produced. More materials were offered for the construction, including &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leather" title="Leather"&gt;leather&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suede" title="Suede"&gt;suede&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vinyl" title="Vinyl"&gt;vinyl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denim" title="Denim"&gt;denim&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemp" title="Hemp"&gt;hemp&lt;/a&gt;. Some versions of the shoe were offered without laces, held up instead by elastic. These new versions of the shoe were also co-designed by Chuck Taylor, just before his death in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1969" title="1969"&gt;1969&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOmoyzWTbyI/AAAAAAAAABA/JZQR-0coddU/s1600-h/chu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOmoyzWTbyI/AAAAAAAAABA/JZQR-0coddU/s200/chu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253916031035076386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chuck Taylors saw another upswing in popularity in the early 1990s. Some may attribute this growing trend to a higher awareness of such fashions as grunge -- an outgrowth of some of the same rock-oriented youth cultures that have kept an affinity for the shoes since (at least) the late '70s/early '80s punk and new wave eras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;The recent increases in numbers of colors may also have led to the market for Chuck Taylors growing, due to various owner- or factory-based customizations of the shoe through color, use of stylized &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoelaces" title="Shoelaces"&gt;shoelaces&lt;/a&gt;, and through drawing or writing on the rubberized parts. The customization of Chuck Taylors is highly popular with the rock scene, especially, but not limited to, teenage girls, with many drawing/writing on the shoes, putting mismatching laces in the shoes, or wearing odd shoes (often two differently colored Chuck Taylors, or a Chuck Taylor and a different shoe) -- all styles fairly common among wearers of the shoes over the past three decades. However, the original trend of wearing the low-rise shoes (in white) and writing on the rubberized part can be traced back to early as 1972, with the height of the fashion amongst junior high school girls being between 1973-1975. In addition to writing on the shoes, young girls in some areas also interlaced ordinary jingle bells onto the laces, making jingling sounds whenever they walked down the corridors of their local junior high schools.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;source: www.wikipedia.com, www.yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430672327909998771-7560947468309581680?l=tawawninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tawawninja.blogspot.com/feeds/7560947468309581680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=430672327909998771&amp;postID=7560947468309581680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Jonas'/><author><name>tawawninja!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063997664464056847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOgzM4Bp0nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/abIMOcN_noY/S220/tawaw2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430672327909998771.post-272902650785308089</id><published>2008-10-04T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:42:15.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tawaw'/><title type='text'>OuR LoGo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t26Kw_gBFV4/SOg2XBCd6jI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DrwNoRDUEKI/s1600-h/tawaw2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" 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