<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:48:48.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello! how are you? i love you!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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beb.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ang dahilan. you make me smile, u make me laugh u make me feel so loved. u make me feel special and taken care of. u make me feel good. u make me feel like i dont need anything else so long as ive got you. u give me a certain assurance that whatever tomorrow brings youll be there. u give me a sense of purpose by letting me love you and give you what i have. &lt;br /&gt;u make me the happiest girl in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-111259617995299212?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/111259617995299212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=111259617995299212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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natin ang napakasayang pagsasama na ito.. dba? =) bsta mahal kita. next time na kita gagawan ng madramang sulatin. kasi mahirap ang ganito. magkasama tayo at yakap kita.. nakakagulo ka mashado! ang sarap ng mga halik mo!! ikaw ay talagang para sa akin lang. k. uuwi nako. i love you tara rocha!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kiwi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-111207521223213037?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/111207521223213037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=111207521223213037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/111207521223213037'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-110644068068034747</id><published>2005-01-22T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T16:38:00.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its saturday.&lt;br /&gt;this week was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I went rock climbing with nigel nung monday. holiday kc. tuesday, d2 natulog c madelle. kiwi came over rin. wednesday..kiwi came over and we got pizza at shakey's..at sabi ng makalumang personality tester dun, ako raw ay *hot stuff*. yes, with the asterisks and aLL. tapos nigel called and said na he was at tujunga..so i got him to pick up madel and they both came over. tapos thursday..may quiz ako na shit mukang nilagpak ko.. tangina. di ako makapagaral around friends kasi eh. hehehe! thursday..madelle was here kasi 3 days nga ung sleepover nya dahil wala ung dad ko..kiwi came, so did raffy. nakipagbet sakin si rapoy sa ending ng last samurai..and he lost, natch. raffy, raffy, raffy, u should know better than to play pustahan with me. so nilibre nya kame sa jack in the box..and buti nalang dahil lahat kme tag-gutom na nun. friday...madelle was still here..bumangon kme mga 2 na yata..cause we were up til 4..nagtatalk shit. hehe. kiwi came over and so did raffy with a lot of food from shakey's. hehe saya.&lt;br /&gt;now that i think about it..parang nde in order ung mga pangyayari na un. pero nde ko lam kung kelan nangyare ung nagising ako ng alas cuatro tas nde makatulog so nagonline nalang ako and talked to markee. tas nakausap ko rin c elan. also nung thursday ata ung day na nde natupad ung wish ko. pero ok lang.. wala na kong magagawa dun. diba madelle? hehehe! saka inde ko rin alam kung kelan ung nagluto si madelle ng chicken at espada. tumatanda na ko. ang lungkot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-110594764703751960</id><published>2005-01-16T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:44:01.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed the layout ulit cause the user's bandwidth exceeded. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;so yeah&lt;br /&gt;nung friday, i went to madelle's and brought the ps2 with me. grabe pamatay ung lakad uphill. my legs were killing me and i was out of breath by the time i got there. kiwi came over and we played tekken and i kicked his ass. yup thats exactly what happened and dont let anybody tell you any different.&lt;br /&gt;then madelle kiwi and i went to bk to get an application form for madelle. then headed to kfc afterwards and got our food where manong joel was oh so generous to us. thanks to madelle's charisma of course. yiha. then..we went kila raffy and watched harold &amp;kumar's sumthing to white castle. that was some funny shit. &lt;br /&gt;sabado..dapat pupunta ko sa bball game nila raff kaso madelle wasnt going so i didnt go either cause kung ako lang mag-isa, nagmukha naman akong 'supportive gf' eh nde naman. i meant nde naman ako gf ng kung sino dun. so yeah natulog ako ulit tas i had this dream where my mom was gonna attack me or sumthin tapos i was calling my dad to wake me up. oh an this other dream wherein i was with my family and we were in a 'underground' resto with lots of celebrities. not only were they not serving food in the resto,but they were doing body painting on the tables. ...yeah. tapos after nun i called madelle and asked her if she wanted to accompany me sa galleria and she did so we went with louisa. tapos we went to maurizio's, ung sports bar sa harap ng manila buffet grill and watched tin's friend perform. this 'john vincent' guy who's supposedly guapo and all that. he's ait. i've seen better. hehe. but it reminded me of markee. pero talented si jv ah. hehe kala mo close eh no.. may petname na xa agad sakin. anyway, after ko magmakaawa, magbribe at ioffer ang aking kaluluwa kay kiwi, pumayag sila na ihatid kme nila madelle pauwi. hirap walang chikot. anyway hinatid namin si geny sa woodland hills, then tin dropped us off kila leo kung nasan sila raffy. from there me leo kiwi and raffy played pusoy dos. tapos tuloy tuloy na un..kain, kwentuhan, talk shit, barahan, kampihan, kodakan, at tawanan. dami naming nacover. saya nga eh. kaso pinagtulungan ako nung apat eh. hmf. :D we left there mga 4 sumthin. got home at 5. online pako chempre. talked to kiwi a bit tas surrender na rin ako. when i woke up kanina, ang dami kong panaginip about ung mga pinagusapan namin kila leo. komedi nga eh subalit nde ko na sasabihin dito pero it was about you know who. anyway. i have plans to go rock climbin tomorrow. sweet. sana maaraw bukas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-110056229353819691</id><published>2004-11-15T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T14:08:54.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;justify&gt;tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina tangina&lt;justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakatulog ako d2 sa lib. i missed both my classes. usually nakakatulog ako &lt;em&gt;during&lt;/em&gt; my class..pero shiit.. nasayang lang pagpasok ko. and i missed both my classes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero at lis nakagamit ako ng computer.. hehe. tangina..its been what? ..2 days and forever since my hands last touched a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;thursday was fun. went shopping with jayv up in northridge. didnt realize we had so much in common. madelle picked me up at my house at about 1am in her pajamas. we were both bored. so we stopped at the gas station, bought some chips and spent $2 for gas. hehe. seriously. then ryan came over, brought some food with him too. i fell asleep around 5am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday.&lt;/strong&gt; woke up around 2pm. i was still sleepy but my back hurt like a mother. we vegged out, mostly. geny was ol so i aksd her if she wanted to watch the incredibles. after some convincing and much peskering on the part of milly, geny gave in. so I, madelle, geny, louisa and milly watched it sa la crescenta...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmhmhm. that moviehouse brought back some memories..&lt;em&gt;with a certain boy who lived not too far from there..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, pnta kila geny. inuman! hehe&lt;br /&gt;actually solve na ko nung nanonood kme nung you've got a friend saka viva la bam. then raffy came with a bottle of hennessy. hinatid namin si louisa and got my shit out of madelle's house..oh and bought some chili cheese fries at tommy's too. pagbalik namin nandun na si kiwi leo at brian. then dumating rin si ryan raymond at someone. ayun, tanggera si geny. saya. :D ok pla ung crowd nila raffy. i mean, nakasama ko na cla once,.. twice.. or three times pa nga yata before pero i never mingled much less talk to them. so yea, theyre alright. &lt;br /&gt;masaya yung inuman. tama lang na kme kme lng ung nandun. may ilang taong tinabla..pero its all good. :D marami namang lakad eh. nde kelangang magkakasama lahat all the time. you with me on this? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lapit na umalis si abai. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sagarin na natin, araw arawin, todo na itech!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109947567092493735</id><published>2004-11-03T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T02:07:42.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sa hirap maghanap ng trabaho sa panahon ngayon, pati pag se-salesman ng vacuum cleaner ay pinasok ko na. Minsan, pumunta ako sa isang bahay sa isang barangay. Kumatok ako sa pinto, isang malaking misis ang nagbukas sa akin. Pero bago pa nakapagsalita ang babae, inunahan ko sya. Mabilis akong pumasok papunta sa sala nila para di na makatanggi sa presentation ko. Katulad ng utos ng boss ko, binuksan ko ang isang plastic bag ng sm at ibinuhos lahat ng lamang tae ng kalabaw sa carpet. This was a technique taught to me in selling to get a massive and immediate attention from the buyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;justify&gt;Sabi ko sa kanya w/ confidence: "Misis, pag di&lt;br /&gt;nalinis ng vacuum cleaner ko NGAYON ang mga&lt;br /&gt;tae sa carpet niyo, kakainin ko isa-isa yan!",&lt;br /&gt;ang mayabang na sinambit ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gusto mo ng ketsup para diyan?", tanong ng babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko, "Bakit po?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, kalilipat lang namin. wala pa kaming kuryente."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109947567092493735?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109947567092493735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109947567092493735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109947567092493735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109947567092493735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/11/sa-hirap-maghanap-ng-trabaho-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109947475260558270</id><published>2004-11-03T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:39:12.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels better somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... Who knows what other pain might be waiting out there. Chances are it could be even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really, really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you'll never have to change again.&lt;br /&gt;~Ephram Brown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109947475260558270?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109947475260558270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109947475260558270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109947475260558270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109947475260558270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/11/more-things-change-more-they-stay-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109936892194892559</id><published>2004-11-01T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:25:32.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para sa mga taong nanliligaw, nagbabalak manligaw, nililigawan, naliligaw, nag-iintay maligawan at nagbabalak lumagay sa magulo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang love ay hindi minamadali... hindi pinipilit.. at lalong hindi kina-career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unang-una...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAANO MO BA NASABING MAHAL MO NA SIYA???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil ba natutuwa ka sa kanya???...&lt;br /&gt;o kaya naman naaaliw ka???...&lt;br /&gt;naswee-sweetan ka ba ng sobra sa kanya???...&lt;br /&gt;kinikilig ka ba pag nakikita mo siya???...&lt;br /&gt;at nahi-high kapag naririnig mo na ang boses niya???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh teka muna...baka naman infatuated ka lang....o kaya naman kagaya nga ng sagot mo...BAKA naaaliw ka lang...dahil kakaiba siya...may spark na hindi mo maintindihan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangalawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAANO MO NA BA SIYA KAKILALA???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madali ba siyang mapikon???...&lt;br /&gt;pano ba siya mabadtrip???...&lt;br /&gt;madali bang mahalata na may topak siya???...&lt;br /&gt;ano bang suot niya pag nasa bahay siya???...&lt;br /&gt;shorts ba o pantalon???...&lt;br /&gt;nakasando ba siya o naka-t-shirt lang???...&lt;br /&gt;matagal ba siyang maligo???....&lt;br /&gt;kumakain ba siya ng vegetables???...&lt;br /&gt;tamad ba siya???...&lt;br /&gt;mas gusto ba niyang manood ng tv kaysa magbasa ng libro???...&lt;br /&gt;nagpe-play station ba siya???...&lt;br /&gt;tatlo ba ang pamangkin niyang lalaki???...&lt;br /&gt;makukulit ba yung mga kamag-anak niya???...&lt;br /&gt;green ba ang kulay ng gate ng bahay nila???...&lt;br /&gt;sa village ba siya nakatira???...&lt;br /&gt;may sakayan ba ng jeep na malapit sa kanila???...&lt;br /&gt;nagsisimba ba siya linggo-linggo???...&lt;br /&gt;kasama ba yung pamilya niya???...&lt;br /&gt;at nagdadasal ba siya bago matulog??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short...alam mo na nga ba???...ang mga bagay-bagay...ang mga simpleng bagay tungkol sa kanya...na nagdedefine sa pagkatao niya...kung sino ba talaga SIYA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangatlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYA MO BA SIYANG TANGGAPIN???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in TANGGAPIN ng buong-buo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng trip niya sa buhay...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng katopakan niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng pag-iinarte at pag-dadrama niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng kasalanang nagawa, ginawa, at gagawin pa lang niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng naiisip niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng sasabihin niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa kilos niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa pananamit niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa pagsasalita...&lt;br /&gt;sa pananaw niya sa buhay...&lt;br /&gt;sa pagtrato niya sa tao...&lt;br /&gt;sa lifestyle niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa uri ng pamilyang meron siya...&lt;br /&gt;sa uri ng kaibigang kasa-kasama niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa style niya pagdating sa love...&lt;br /&gt;sa kasweetan niyang natural...&lt;br /&gt;sa paglalambing niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa tawa niyang pagkalakas-lakas...&lt;br /&gt;sa manners niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa pagmumura niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa bisyo niya kung meron man...&lt;br /&gt;sa mga pang-aasar niya sayo...&lt;br /&gt;sa style niya pagdating sa pagsolve ng problema...&lt;br /&gt;sa problemang maaari ka ring masama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pang-apat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYA MO BANG MAGING TOTOO???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya mo bang makita yung sarili mo...na kasama pa rin siya sa isang sitwasyong pag naisip mo eh...mapapaiyak ka na lang sa sakit nang dahil din sa kanya???...kaya mo bang magmukhang tanga...as in umiyak ng dahil sa kababawan...ibuhos ang mga nararamdaman mo...kahit na puro kababawan nga lang naman...as in kahit sa harapan niya???...kaya mo bang maging barubal pag kasama mo siya???...yung tipo bang wala ka ng pakielam...mawala man ang manners mo...na wala ka naman talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYA MO BANG MAGING IKAW KAPAG KASAMA MO NA SIYA???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung tipong hindi ka nahihiyang ipakita kung sino ka talaga... dahil alam mong... hindi mo lang siya tanggap... TANGGAP KA RIN NIYA... BUONG-BUO RIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga tae... tama na kasi ang trip... tama na ang pagmamadali... oo masarap ngang mainvolve sa isang tao... pero diba mas masarap yun sigurado kang in love ka nga.. LALO NA KUNG ALAM MONG TOTOO YUNG NARARAMDAMAN MO...&lt;br /&gt;Tama na ang ka-hopeless-an, make things happen but before you do, make sure na sa sarili mo mismo, alam mo na kung ano na ba talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109936892194892559?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109936892194892559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109936892194892559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109936892194892559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109936892194892559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/11/para-sa-mga-taong-nanliligaw.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109936394362682471</id><published>2004-11-01T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T18:57:51.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Father's Pride &amp; Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends reunited at a party after 30 years. After a  few laughs and drinks, one of them had to go to the rest room. The ones  who stayed behind began to talk about their kids and their  successes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy says: I am very proud of my son, he is my pride and joy. He started working at a very successful company from the bottom of the barrel. He studied &lt;br /&gt;Economics and Business Administration and soon he was promoted and began to climb the corporate ladder becoming the General Manager and now he is the president of the company. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes Benz for his birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy says: Damn, that's terrific!! My son is also my pride and joy, I am very proud of him. He started working at a traveling agency for a very big airline. He went to flight school to become a pilot and also managed to become a partner in the company where he now owns the majority of the assets. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy says: Well, well, well congratulations!! My son is also my pride and joy and he is  also very rich. He studied in the best universities and became an &lt;br /&gt;Engineer. He started his own construction company and became a very successful&lt;br /&gt;multimillionaire. He also gave away some thing very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday. He built a 30,000 sq. ft mansion specially for his  friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three friends congratulated each other mutually for the successes of theirs  sons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth friend who had earlier gone to the restroom returned and asked: &lt;br /&gt;'What's going on, what are all the congratulations for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of  the three said: We were talking about the pride we feel for the successes of our sons. And then he asked, 'What about your son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth man replied: My son is Gay and he makes a living dancing as a stripper at a  nightclub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three friends said: What a shame that must be, that is horrible, what a disappointment you must feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth man  replied: No, I am not ashamed. Not at all. He is my son and I love him just as well, he is my pride and joy. And he is very lucky too. Did you know that his birthday just passed and the other day he received a beautiful 30,000 sq. ft mansion, a brand new jet and a top of the line Mercedes Benz from his three boyfriends???!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109936394362682471?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109936394362682471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109936394362682471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109936394362682471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109936394362682471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/11/fathers-pride-joy-four-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109928030909664387</id><published>2004-10-31T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T00:01:34.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy!! its halloween!! i think imma spend it at home! haha.. dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after i logged off yesterday, at around 5 ish.. baby be buggin. good thing some people called and i had an excuse to hang up and just call him back.(not!) foreza called..said they were in ontario..and im like 'that's coo'..she goes on to ask me if i was goin to ryan's party, how i was getting there, who i was going with, and tells me that they might not go seeing as they have no means of getting there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe this is the part where im suppose to suggest something and help out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under normal circumstances, my usually eager-to-help self would get the better of me and suggest that maybe i can find someone to pick them up or maybe i can go and get them myself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that didn't happen. i go 'mmmmm..sayang." then may call wait so i said goodbye and talked to madelle. she asked me what i was doin..told her i was in bed..inaantok pa ako nun e..ilang oras lng kme nakatulog sa kanila tapos paputol putol pa.. she told me she was with ryan and ezra and baka pumunta sila sa bahay. i thought 'kewl, i finally get to meet em in person'. they arrived around 6pm.. napapraning nako nun dahil nde pako nakakabawi ng tulog pero ang hyper ko pa..i spoke faster than the usual tapos natatawa nako agad sa ikkwento ko.. haha. i wonder what their first impression of me was? &lt;br /&gt;anyway, ayun, kickback dito sa bahay, they were relatively easy to get along with.. we went to 7 11 to get some chips then we watched monster's inc., at which point sobrang inaantok nako. so i suggested that we watch upstairs in my room. so yun dun na kme nanood.. tapos ayun, nagkulitan na kme dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth or dare.. how do u feel right now? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10 pm, owen called, he was coming over for the 'orgy'. haha. we left the house at 12pm.. which was actually just 11pm, pero fall back na eh so we lost an hour. nandun kme sa may tapat ng pickup parked malapit samin devising our little 'gameplan' while laughing at stupid things.. ang kukulit nga eh. they were really fun to hang out with. in the end, nemo convinced ryan to go to ryan's party. he was really hesitant at foist, iwas gulo xa dahil nandun cla.. un na un. pero we told him na wag na lang nya pansinin.. ezra went as far as saying 'ill bite his dick off before he gets to you'. lol. &lt;br /&gt;and so, we were on our way. krystal called and told us na kanina pa raw kme inaantay. nax. pag dating namin dun kala namin wala nang tao.. tahimik kasi.. tapos sobrang baba nung garage door kaya nde namin makita kung cno yung andun. so pag pasok namin, waaaw.. ang daming tao.. most everyone was seated along this long ass table parang pang last supper.. pero meron pang mga nakaupo sa gilid at nakatayo. siguro mga 45+ katao.. may music and lights and plenty of chibog. only, malamig na yung food. but no matter, after all, we came to drink! &lt;br /&gt;daming tao.. daming pinakilala, wala ako halos naalala. inalis ung tables para raw makapagsayawan na tulad nung dati sa bday ni mike and sam, pero as soon as the floor was cleared, lahat halos lumabas. natira mga lalaki saka kme nila ezra sam and krystal. tapos lumabas na rin c sam and krystal pati c ezra and ryan. kami nalang ni madelle ung babae sa room. kahit na ba gs2 rin namin sumayaw, nde ko yata carry na 8 to 1 ung ratio ng boys to girls. kaya ung mga guys nagpakitang gilas na lang, nagsisipagsayaw. tapos nagsilabas na rin lahat, naguwian na ung iba. ang kokornyo nyo! hehe madelle. tapos ayun binalik na ung tables. tapos tamang food trip.. kain kme nila madelle ng pancit tapos fininger na ung cake. ang sarap naman nung cake! haha.&lt;br /&gt;overall, the party was ok. nde nalang namin cguro naenjoy mashado kasi late comers na kme. meron pang ibang nagdating-an afterwards. pero we had our laughs, and that was good enuff for me. meron pa kong bagong katext. haha. hinatid namin c madelle, then dumaan samin kasi nandun ung car ni ezra and ryan. tapos nag pa gas kme ni nemo. gs2 pa nya bumalik sa party, but only if i went with him. eh dahil wala nmn ako curfew, sige na rin pero prehas na kameng nahikab sa kotse. hehehe mga ayaw lng mag sipag uwi. so we talked about some things.. and what one person said behind my back during the party. haay nako. i dont even wanna get into the details cause it's only pissing me off. pag dating namin dun parang wala nang tao..so owen went down to check. i dozed off in the car.. haha. he came back tapos sabi nya wag na lng raw kme mag stay for reasons that i'd rather not talk about. so we left, tapos nagyayaya pa na magvideoke. nyaha. pero wala na, suko na ko nun eh. so nagpahatid na lng ako.&lt;br /&gt;pag uwi ko, tumawag c mike. usap usap, tulog na raw lahat ng nakila ryan. kme nalang ang natirang gising. wala, matibay eh. lol. hung up at about 6 30am. inoff ko na fone ko this time para wala nang distorbo. i am in dire need of some sleep! woke up at 6pm.. i learned na i missed a few calls. may mga nagyayaya pa rin lumabas. but i didnt really care.. nakabawi ako ng tulog eh and that's all i really wanted. but my back and my sides are kinda sore.. anyway, ive got lots to do pa and ive done nil. inuna ko pa to. haha. mga prioridad ko talaga.. out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109928030909664387?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109928030909664387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109928030909664387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109928030909664387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109928030909664387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/heyy-its-halloween-i-think-imma-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109917983833349669</id><published>2004-10-30T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T00:02:15.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>logged off at around 5am after ng soundtrip with madelle. woke up at around 4pm or so..but only because mike called and that woke me up. called madelle and told her i was coming over. left the house at around 5 30pm. sa tapat lng ng bahay namin ung bus stop kaya naman nde nako tinamad na magpunta sa kanila.. got on the bus around 5 50pm. arrived at foothill x commerce at 6 10pm. mabilis lng nmn pala. met up with madelle in rio. rio is this funky gypsy store located beside a cafe. spent about 20 minutes there..paikot ikot lng..naaaliw sa mga incense and shiiet.. we didnt get anything though. nyaha. we walked back to her house and ate chicken, fish, fishball, at halo halo.. kwento kwento.. browse browse.. sabay inantok na kme at umidlip ng sandale. around 10 pm nagtxt c kulot, pickup-in na raw kme. we left her house at 11, papuntang kbox. at first mejo weird kasi ang nakita lng namin dun eh si mike at ryan temple and about 7 other people whom we didnt know. pero pag pnta namin dun sa room, dun pala cla ryan abai, raymond abai and jed. so ayun, nagkantahan. nung una nagkakahiyaan pa, ung mga guest lang ang kumakanta pero nung umalis na ung ibang tao, lumabas na ang tunay na anyo. mga super saiyan pala. weh? hehe walang hiya hiya! komedi nga eh kasi may joke among the group.. kung cno ung manunundo ke.. bsta un na un! haha ayoko na magsalita. kaya naman tawa lng kme ng tawa. ring ng ring mga cellphone nila, walang nang gs2 sumagot. dumating rin c owen after a while. bale ilan ba kame nun.. c ryan abai, raymond abai, ryan temple, jed, kulot, mike, madelle, ako, jen jen, jenny, aaron, mico, jarred/n(?), rachel and 2 others.. anyway, enjoy nmn un.&lt;br /&gt;we left the room at 2 10am. lipat venue. kila ryan temple na itutuloy. sumabay nako ky owen..kme na ung huling umalis sa kbox kc may nameet xang katropa nya dun saka nangungulit c emilio. 'may bata ka ba?' psh. di ko gets un nung una. mangangareer pala. &lt;br /&gt;so pagdating namin kila ryan, lumuwag na ung garage nila thanks to mike. ang sweet nun kay ryan. magsho na yata. lol.  sabay ang daming writings on the wall! saya! so pakitang gilas naman ang mga marunong mag tag at mag grafitti. ehem* haha. nah jus kidding. c owen(or should i say newo/nemo) ang maangas, nag labas ng spray paint. ang lakas ng amoy..nakaka high. kaya tamang lahat may topak after a while. tumawag nga c baby eh. haha. tapos dumating c ryan ata may dalang coke at pizza. ininit ung pizza tapos inuman na. tanggero si ryan abai. dun na kame nagsimula talagang mag enjoy. lahat makulit na.. saya nga eh. and to think, inuman un ha and nandun c kulot and jed. NGUNIT!! walang na-aning! walang nag away! at walang lumuhod sa kalye! lmao! everyone was just having fun..walang lasing, tamang masaya lng ang inuman. naguwian na at about 5am. kasama ko c madelle and all three abaigars. hold on..abaigar rin nga ba c jed? on second thought, nvm. dun kasi ako kila madelle matutulog. nakadating na kme dun mag sisix am na. bumaba rin ung tatlo para maki ihi. pero di na rin cla umalis. tamang nanood pa kme ng mga vids ni madelle. aliw nga e. tulugan na at around 7am ata. 7 45 tumatawag na c geny. ung basketball game nga plaa! pero wala eh, di pa kme nakakatulog kaya di na lng. pero di pa rin nmn ako nakatulog, ultimo may araw na at naririnig ko nang nagaalmusal ang pamilyang ladub, wala pa rin. tanginang beer yan. di ako makatulog! pero ok lang, may kadamay naman ako eh. when tita and louisa left for church, dun na lng ata ako nakatulog tlaga. nagising kme mga 8am pero mga tinatamad bumangon kaya natulog ulit. nagising na lng ulit 11 30 na. kukulit nga nung tatlo, nagyayaya nang umalis pero nde nmn tumatayo. kaya naglunch na rin kme dun hanggang sa alas tres na pala. we left at about 3 30pm pumunta kme sa isang shop na nagbebenta ng halloween costumes along foothill. pero wala rin nmng binili. after nun nagpahatid nako. got home at around 4 15 pm. ngayon inaantok na ulit ako.. kaya out na muna. mmya na ulit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memorable linesss:&lt;br /&gt;pili ka.. hahaha owen&lt;br /&gt;lovely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109917983833349669?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109917983833349669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109917983833349669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109917983833349669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109917983833349669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/logged-off-at-around-5am-after-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109904411902754205</id><published>2004-10-29T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T15:35:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>run betch. lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/640/1021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/400/1021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109904411902754205?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109904411902754205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109904411902754205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109904411902754205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109904411902754205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/run-betch.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109853683677126799</id><published>2004-10-23T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:16:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw 'the grudge' today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmm..&lt;br /&gt;woke up at around 4ish.. mike called. gs2 pa rin mag knotts scary. hehe..called madelle about an hour after. gs2 rin nya manood ng the grudge kaya tuloy kme. afterwards i called owen. game xa as always. called ryan, asked him where he was.. talked about some shit and laughed it off.. mga tropa mo ryan eh.. mga high school!*lol* gs2 rin nya sana mag knotts. hehe. la na tayo tix eh.. sayang. tapos tumawag si abai kay ryan, so tinawagan ko ulit si madelle para confe. by the end of it, anim na kme sa lakad. (mike wen ryan abai del ako) then madelle called geny, sama rin xa. si mike nasa culver pa so i called temple ulit kung pde xa pumick up ky mike. jed turned out to be the one to pick him up which was cool kase ngaun 8 na kme. the more the merrier! &lt;br /&gt;so ligo ako 7pm. natapos ako maligo at magbihis mga..830..2mawag c geny, na un nga, sunduin daw muna si madelle kasi nasa tita nya ata xa.. either way, un rin nmn ang plano seeing as di ko nmn lam san xa nakatira eh. hehe. mga 9 30, confe kme nila madelle geny at ezra. ung showtimes kasi ay 9 10 at 11 sa burbank. e if we left at 10, edi ung 11 na lang ung aabutan namin. e tinignan ni madelle sa site ng amctheatres, sold out na rin lahat ng tix. so namomroblema na kaya madelle checked out other cinemas and mukang mapapadpad pa kme sa paseo para lng makanood.. which was perfectly fine, with me at least. kahit saan naman eh. hehe. sabay di ko pa macontact c owen. naiwan nya kase fone nya sa bahay. then ryan called..nasa burbank na raw cla. nakabangga pa nga eh. hehe.. may kwento yan eh, pero wag ka na. anyway..san na ba si owen? susunduin pa namin c del at geny and supposedly, c xxxxx. hmmf. &lt;br /&gt;9 45 tumawag c owen, papunta na raw xa samin. edi ayos na. ngunit!! nag baback out na c genevieve kasi mukang di rin kme makakanood.. kaya mejo nayayamot nako kasi almost 10 na at wala pa rin c wen. pero ayun, when the clock struck 10, dumating na c owen. pagpasok ko ng car, i grabbed on to anything i could get my hands on.. 120 takbo namin men. nakakapraning pero ang saya!! so ayun, we picked del up. tawag c ryan, nakakuha na xa ng tickets for 11 45. pero 9 tickets lang kasi nga kala namin d na sama c geny. to make a long story short, delle had to tell(uyy ryhme) a little white lie and the 9th ticket went to geny. &lt;br /&gt;pag dating namin burbank, sakto parking namin. directly below ung cnehan. 'God's will' nga daw accdg to geny. i love you God x3. hehe..*inside joke!* di ka kasale! so ayun nagkita kme ni temple. i got myself something to eat and we went on inside. grabe. ang haba ng pila para lng sa the grudge. and dami gwapo! saya!! haha. nah just kidding. nandun c ryan at raymond(abai) nakaupo sa sahig along with a helluva lot of people. so we joined them then mike and jed arrived shortly thereafter. 11 pa lang ata nun. 45 mins to go. so ayun, kwento kwento. after 20 mins, pinapasok na rin kme. we got good seats this time. &lt;br /&gt;as for the movie...nakakabakla men. nakakatakot sa nakakatakot, at nakakapraning from time to time. pero mejo non sequitur ung istorya.. i dont wanna get into details cause naiisip ko ung movie and it gives me the heebee-jeebees.. (sp? nvm..)&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, tamang inuulit namin ung mga sound effects from the movie. (as it always is after watching a horror flick.. i think its written somewhere that as a rule, you are obligated to imitate scenes from the movie to annoy other movie-goers..)&lt;br /&gt;so umalis kme burbank at about 2am. tumuloy kme sa full house sa chinatown. we had dinner, some light conversation and a few laughs. after dinner, we hung around for a bit.. tawanan kme nila del, geny at abai's.. we left there at say..3:25am.. got home at around 4 or so. after ako hatid ni owen, nakausap ko c madelle at geny pa sa ym. hehe. kakatawag lang ni ry. nang-aaning si gago. mrrawr!! hehehe. matuloy kaya kme bukas sa queen mary scary?? hmm. bahala na si batman.&lt;br /&gt;shit. its 6am. magsisimba pa pala ko ng 11am kasama family ni madelle. fuck. ano kaya sasabihin ko sa erpats ko.. haha. kung sa kanya nga di ako sumasama pag niyayaya nya ako magcmba.. hay. ewan. o sha. nagriring na uli fone ko. magcacall back pa nga pala ako. out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109841297937264886</id><published>2004-10-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:42:59.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>timberwolves&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/640/tara2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/400/tara2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109841297937264886?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109841297937264886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109841297937264886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109841297937264886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109841297937264886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/timberwolves.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109841238044218873</id><published>2004-10-21T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:33:00.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this was done using grafitti creator. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/640/tarasunny.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/400/tarasunny.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109841238044218873?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109841197159137951</id><published>2004-10-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:26:11.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this took me hours to finish. isa isa yang mga red spirals na yan gamit yung pencil sa paint. putangina, torture sa wrist.. pero im very happy with it. this is the first na ginawa ko sa computer na tinapos kong talaga. effort yan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/640/tara1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/400/tara1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109840973096040815</id><published>2004-10-21T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:48:50.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grabe na toh. pag inlove nga nmn talaga sa sarili.. hirap walang bf! haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/320/Picture%20167.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/200/Picture%20167.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109840973096040815?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109840973096040815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109840973096040815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109840973096040815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109840973096040815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/grabe-na-toh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109840949648208915</id><published>2004-10-21T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:44:56.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nalugi c madelle. hehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/320/Picture%20208.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/200/Picture%20208.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109840949648208915?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109840837489160199</id><published>2004-10-21T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:26:14.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kumakalat na po ang epidemya ng hepa&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/320/Picture%2074.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/200/Picture%2074.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109840837489160199?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109840821239866570</id><published>2004-10-21T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:23:32.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mga wanted. hmm.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/320/terroristss.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/200/terroristss.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109840821239866570?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109832217208306130</id><published>2004-10-20T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:09:58.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn haters</title><content type='html'>ive been played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont harbor bad sentiments towards you. pero damn, i just cant believe na you guys toyed with me. i guess i can't expect that you treat me just as i've treated you pero aray ha. maybe i was too naive or too trusting.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i oughta be angry..but im not. maybe i shouldn't have given myself so easily.. but i did. ..maybe you could've been more worthy of my trust..&lt;br /&gt;but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add insult to injury, i held you in high regard. i sincerely liked you for the person i thought you were. but i guess i saw you the way i wanted to see you.. having looked over so many red flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying..&lt;br /&gt;manipulating..&lt;br /&gt;plastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack. i hate sounding like such a fucking victim.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109832217208306130?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109832217208306130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109832217208306130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109832217208306130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109832217208306130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/damn-haters.html' title='damn haters'/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109831942190984475</id><published>2004-10-20T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:19:12.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pictures from when madel, mike and owen spent the night at my house &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/320/Picture%20189.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/200/Picture%20189.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109831942190984475?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109831942190984475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109831942190984475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109831942190984475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109831942190984475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/pictures-from-when-madel-mike-and-owen.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109831815562426934</id><published>2004-10-20T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:22:35.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mike at ako&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/320/Picture%20182.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/200/Picture%20182.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109831791913709417</id><published>2004-10-20T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:18:39.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>owen at madelle. lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/320/Picture%20200.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/200/Picture%20200.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109831791913709417?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109805670192514719</id><published>2004-10-17T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T16:45:01.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random pic&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/320/Picture%20007.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/400/Picture%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109805670192514719?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109805670192514719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109805670192514719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109805670192514719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109805670192514719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/random-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109788859898493138</id><published>2004-10-15T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T18:12:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the genius of gilbert</title><content type='html'>Whisper to me...The infinite language&lt;br /&gt;of our hearts....Uplift me...With your&lt;br /&gt;joyful smile....It's the little things&lt;br /&gt;you do....That make loving you....So&lt;br /&gt;easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ever your goin to love me...&lt;br /&gt;love me now while im still here...&lt;br /&gt;the sweet tender feeling of affection...&lt;br /&gt;love me now while i can still feel...&lt;br /&gt;say you love me while im still livin...&lt;br /&gt;dont wait for me till im gone...&lt;br /&gt;and carved the word "love" on a ice-cold stone...&lt;br /&gt;if you have dear sweet thoughts&lt;br /&gt;why not whisper them to me...&lt;br /&gt;dont you know that...&lt;br /&gt;itl make me happy..&lt;br /&gt;as glad as can be...&lt;br /&gt;if youll wait til i sleep..&lt;br /&gt;never to awaken again... &lt;br /&gt;there will be walls of earth between us..&lt;br /&gt;and i wont hear those sweet and tender words then...&lt;br /&gt;i wont need any of your kind caress...&lt;br /&gt;when the grass grows on my face...&lt;br /&gt;i wont crave for your love and kisses...&lt;br /&gt;in my eternal resting place...&lt;br /&gt;so if you love me even just a bit...&lt;br /&gt;let me know while im still breathin..&lt;br /&gt;so i can own and treasure&lt;br /&gt;every part of it.&lt;br /&gt;~www.tabulas.com/~gerbert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109788859898493138?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109788859898493138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109788859898493138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109788859898493138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109788859898493138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/genius-of-gilbert.html' title='the genius of gilbert'/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109753813330196021</id><published>2004-10-11T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:32:28.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm..&lt;br /&gt;tanginang linggo yan. &lt;br /&gt;dami kong tinanggihan na party para lang mapa good shot ako kay daddy. (uy rhyme.) sabay wala rin ako napala. nag away lng rin kme sabay nde rin ako good shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned: tama nang pag papagoodshot. nakakasira ng tropa yan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabay kala ko wala akong pasok ngayon. nakauwi nako 4am kasi kumain pa kme ni owen after ng kbox. i missed my first class. and i was half an hour late for my second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang ganda na nmn ng simula ng linggong to. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109753813330196021?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109753813330196021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109753813330196021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109753813330196021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109753813330196021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109745876015559959</id><published>2004-10-10T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:38:08.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fore, kulot, raymond, rj, sarah&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/640/15.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/400/15.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109745876015559959?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109745876015559959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109745876015559959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109745876015559959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109745876015559959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/fore-kulot-raymond-rj-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109745835495302939</id><published>2004-10-10T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:22:03.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone, van, fitz, mon, fore, crystal, sam&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/1964/640/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616807.post-109712564175328997</id><published>2004-10-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T03:14:01.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maselang bahaghari</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;i thought i was over him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sort of knew about it but decided to ignore it. after all, things were going great between us. she wasn't a threat. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she was my friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; the night progressed and he was all over the other girls yet again. i was used to it by now.. but that doesn't mean i'm ok with it. i just turned the other cheek.. i stopped getting jealous whenever he did that.. he was always acted that way anyway. sabi nga ng katropa naming isa dati, 'bat ka magseselos? kayo ba?' aray. anyway. throughout the night, narerealize ko na nde ko talaga xa gusto na. but i still made out with him.. i was hesistant though. tas the succeeding times na he wanted to have another go at it, di ko na xa pinatulan. tinarayan ko na nga xa actually eh. the day after, i was still acting cold towards him. kasi talagang nawala ung attraction eh. i didnt even care when he flirted with my friend sa harap ko. and i was starting to question what i liked about him in the first place. that same day was the last time i talked to him. sometimes i thought about him.. missed him even. but the rest of the time i didnt. i was relieved na i was finally getting over him. cause i knew na things between us weren't really going anywhere, it was a dead end relationship. in fact, calling what we had a 'relationship' is quite a stretch. today i found out na he and my girl friend have been in touch more than the usual. 'minu-minutong nagtatawagan' was what my &lt;strong&gt;ears&lt;/strong&gt; called it. and everything just fell into place. the things my girl friend used to tell me about this guy she was having problems with.. they were about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. the actions of the guy were mainly what bothered me the most. pero now, i just can't believe na after all the things i confided sa friend ko na un.. siya pala ang may tinatago sakin. about pa dun sa same guy. e kinukwento ko pa naman sa kanya ung mga problema, mga development, at kalokohan namin nung guy na un. haaay. nakaka aning ha. i'm not angry. i'm just frustrated.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update* haha. paka drama. i bounced back within 5 days. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616807-109712564175328997?l=tarantada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/feeds/109712564175328997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8616807&amp;postID=109712564175328997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109712564175328997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616807/posts/default/109712564175328997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarantada.blogspot.com/2004/10/maselang-bahaghari.html' title='maselang bahaghari'/><author><name>Tara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
