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	<title>Whatever people say I am, that's what I am not</title>
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		<title>Try my life</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 02:39:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No, this is not about the show on Etc. But I was actually watching it when I thought of writing an entry.
I mean, what if you&#8217;ll try my life? Do you want to know what it&#8217;s like?
For starters, I&#8217;m an early bird and wake up around 5:30 in the morning. I take a bath for [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pat3ck.wordpress.com&blog=235016&post=43&subd=pat3ck&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>No, this is not about the show on Etc. But I was actually watching it when I thought of writing an entry.</p>
<p>I mean, what if you&#8217;ll try my life? Do you want to know what it&#8217;s like?</p>
<p>For starters, I&#8217;m an early bird and wake up around 5:30 in the morning. I take a bath for 15 minutes or so and then surf the internet to update myself. At around 6:30, I prepare what I&#8217;m going to bring at work and what I&#8217;m going to wear. After that, I&#8217;m going to brush my teeth and wash my face.</p>
<p>Then, I walk a few blocks to ride a jeepney since the route in our village is overturned. We are now the last to get picked up by the jeep.</p>
<p>Before 7:00 I should have taken a ride or else I&#8217;m going to be late for work (it starts at 8:30). The journey last 30 to 45 minutes from home. After boarding the jeepney, I need to alight the MRT to avoid traffic. 15 minutes or so, I&#8217;m near the office and just have one more jeepney ride away.</p>
<p>I arrive at the office just in time and I login at HR since I don&#8217;t have my ID yet. Just turned probationary recently, by the way. So, I work until 6:30 in the evening and then sometimes I use my privileges of company shuttle service.</p>
<p>Sometimes I wait at a certain mall for my gf or I just go directly at their house. Most of the time I eat dinner there. We wait for tricycle around 9 in the evening and I arrive at home around 9:30 to 10:00 depending when the tricycle arrives.</p>
<p>That doesn&#8217;t stop there. I don&#8217;t rest immediately when I get home. I still turn on the computer and surf the internet. I update myself with my mail, online leagues and writing gigs.</p>
<p>I hit the forty winks around 10 to 12. And had to wake up at 5:30 again.</p>
<p>So, would you like to try my life &#8211; I mean, one day of my life?</p>
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		<title>Inevitable death</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 04:01:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We all know we’re going to die but we just don’t know exactly when our time is up.
I experienced last year how it felt to lose a close family member. Unfortunately, my grand mother died on a tragic accident in the bathroom. She probably had an heart attack and fell. A pool of blood was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pat3ck.wordpress.com&blog=235016&post=41&subd=pat3ck&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>We all know we’re going to die but we just don’t know exactly when our time is up.</p>
<p>I experienced last year how it felt to lose a close family member. Unfortunately, my grand mother died on a tragic accident in the bathroom. She probably had an heart attack and fell. A pool of blood was left behind which originated from the right side of her skull.</p>
<p>Our neighbors helped my other family members to carry lola to the car and they rushed her to the hospital. I remained at home with my sister and waited for the result. They came back wearing frown on their faces.</p>
<p>Actually, I thought the reason why God took her already was because He doesn’t want her to suffer anymore. Before her death, she already has chronic pain on her knees because of rheumatism.</p>
<p>Vividly, I remember what happened to the last few hours of her life. Around midnight, she woke up while I was watching Shawshank Redemption (great movie, by the way), and she asked if I could get the flashlight. I got it and thought it was unusual.</p>
<p>On the day of her death, I was on the computer when she asked where is my brother. I hate to admit that I said blankly that I don’t know, then I remember that he was going to watch a volleyball game</p>
<p>After a few minutes or so, my aunt rushed to the living room and called on my sister. I felt that there’s something wrong. They busted open the locked door of the bathroom and saw her lying with blood on the tiles.</p>
<p>I went to the Church because my parents are attending the Mass but it’s about to end when I got there. My sister on the other hand, hurriedly followed me and she was the one who called my parents. I don’t know why I didn’t have the courage to say to them what happened.</p>
<p>Yesterday, we visited my significant other’s grandmother who doesn’t have the strength to stand anymore. Last night, they even carried her when she’s about to urinate It prompted me to write this entry. I hope everything will be fine for her and we just have to accept what’s God’s plan is for her.</p>
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		<title>Ber-Month</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 04:01:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Time really flies when you’re working. You wouldn’t notice that it’s already September. I didn’t notice I’ve been working as a corporate slave for four months now. Ok, that may be harsh, should have just termed professional or something.
Anyway, if you wouldn’t look at the calendar, you would recognize the change with the cold breeze [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pat3ck.wordpress.com&blog=235016&post=40&subd=pat3ck&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Time really flies when you’re working. You wouldn’t notice that it’s already September. I didn’t notice I’ve been working as a corporate slave for four months now. Ok, that may be harsh, should have just termed professional or something.</p>
<p>Anyway, if you wouldn’t look at the calendar, you would recognize the change with the cold breeze of the wind during sleepness nights. My brother and I usually circulate at least a fan, but now, we could sleep peacefully without it.</p>
<p>Most of the time, when the year hits September, it means we’re approaching Christmas time. A little over 100 days are left before we celebrate the birth of Christ. My officemate even greeted me Merry Christmas.</p>
<p>Last year, it was the happiest Christmas time I’ve experienced. Well, I spent the first part of Christmas, which is Christmas Eve, with my family and the second part, Christmas day itself, with my other family. Hold your horses, I don’t have a family of my own, it’s just my significant other’s family.</p>
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		<title>Patience is a virtue</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 04:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Waiting and patience often times go hand in hand. If you’re not patient, you get irate easily when you’re waiting. But if you are the opposite, you wouldn’t mind staring at something for hours.
I fall on the latter part.
Actually, I’m not sure where did I get my patience. My parents don’t have it. My grandparents [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pat3ck.wordpress.com&blog=235016&post=39&subd=pat3ck&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Waiting and patience often times go hand in hand. If you’re not patient, you get irate easily when you’re waiting. But if you are the opposite, you wouldn’t mind staring at something for hours.</p>
<p>I fall on the latter part.</p>
<p>Actually, I’m not sure where did I get my patience. My parents don’t have it. My grandparents aren’t like that too. So, I could clearly say I’m not born to be one. Guess I just made myself to tolerate most things.</p>
<p>In college, my peers and alike usually tease me and what not, but I do not mind. I just laugh at them or smile for no reason, knowing that they aren’t serious. My logic tells me why would I take it seriously?</p>
<p>Also, I’ve already experienced waiting for hours. No, I do not mean one or two hours. More often than not, it’s longer than that. I admit sometimes I get impatient if it’s that long but when you see her arriving, hastening her walk rate, sweat falling down on her forehead, then everything fades away.</p>
<p>Why in the heck I’m talking about this? Well, for two consecutive days now I’ve waited until 9 in the evening, when I’m off from work at 6:30 PM, in a mall located somewhere in the Metro. Thank God there’s Powerbooks where I could burn time by leafing through a baseball book. Next thing you know, she’ll text that she’s already near the place.</p>
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		<title>365 things I love about you</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 03:57:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[365 days have passed and it seems that each day we’re together, I’m falling in love even more. Here’s why:
1. I love the fact that we’re open to everything.
2. We communicate every day, even a single text is enough
3. We’re mature enough &#8212; or is it because you’re older?  
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>365 days have passed and it seems that each day we’re together, I’m falling in love even more. Here’s why:</p>
<p>1. I love the fact that we’re open to everything.</p>
<p>2. We communicate every day, even a single text is enough</p>
<p>3. We’re mature enough &#8212; or is it because you’re older? <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>4. You’re very patient when it comes to other people – with me, you are exactly opposite.</p>
<p>5. Before, we designated a schedule when should I visit your house</p>
<p>6. Now, it’s almost like everyday I’m there. It’s like my second home. Our home in the future.</p>
<p>7. You answer for me although I was the one who’s being asked</p>
<p>8. You accept my past</p>
<p>9. You accept too my weaknesses</p>
<p>10. You understand my faults</p>
<p>11. Whenever we had a disagreement, we don’t forget to straighten it out at the end of the day</p>
<p>12. We watched a romantic movie for our first ever real date</p>
<p>13. You’re a good cook, even if you burned an egg before.</p>
<p>14. You don’t think I’m corny especially when I think I do</p>
<p>15. We eat anywhere &#8212; from fastfood to fancy restaurants even in the streets</p>
<p>16. Sometimes, coincidentally, we go to school together without planning on meeting each other</p>
<p>17. You were the first one to say I love you because I’m afraid at that time what would your<br />
reaction be</p>
<p>18. We go to your dentist together</p>
<p>19. Even sometimes he’s not around</p>
<p>20. You ask me when is the last time you went to your dentist because you forget things easily</p>
<p>21. You gave me an inspiration to write an alphabet (A-Z) of you</p>
<p>22. We bought cigarettes, cooking oil and sugar in the market for Mama Oya’s store.</p>
<p>23. If I remember correctly, you said you were sorry because it’s only Champion cigarette</p>
<p>24. I went to Daphne’s birthday party</p>
<p>25. It was the first time: I saw your Papa Memo, we held hands, you leaned on my shoulder</p>
<p>26. We were formally together during our visit at PGH, the same day as the celebration of<br />
Daphne’s b-day</p>
<p>27. We didn’t know until after four days</p>
<p>28. You don’t care about my imperfections</p>
<p>29. You let me accompany you when you’re not feeling well</p>
<p>30. We eat burger outside school</p>
<p>31. We ride mass transits</p>
<p>32. You were there when my calculator was stolen in Recto</p>
<p>33. We’re both number 23 in our speech class</p>
<p>34. We have the same professor too</p>
<p>35. The little thing I gave you was even named on behalf of our professor</p>
<p>36. I remember when you stared back at me after riding the tricycle. It made me smile up to<br />
now</p>
<p>37. You love my inexpensive photo mosaic of yourself</p>
<p>38. You let me do your website</p>
<p>39. I remember you were also the first to say I love you through text.</p>
<p>40. We went to the funeral of your grandfather</p>
<p>41. We rode a taxi before with your friends and it’s raining hard. I was the one who bought the<br />
chicken</p>
<p>42. You let me sleep at your house. Overnight.</p>
<p>43. I slept in your room while you slept with Mama Oya</p>
<p>44. Sometimes you pay for the bill</p>
<p>45. You went to my grandmother’s last birthday</p>
<p>46. It was the first time my family saw you</p>
<p>47. You don’t mind if I steal a kiss from you</p>
<p>48. It happened while we’re watching a Lindsay Lohan flick</p>
<p>49. You love pizza and pasta</p>
<p>50. We eat at Greenwhich despite they take too long to serve the food</p>
<p>51. I remember the first time we said I love you through phone</p>
<p>52. I had the courage already then that’s why I initiated it</p>
<p>53. We went to SM just to accompany Janeth</p>
<p>54. I accompanied you to get your sub-pro license but it wasn’t available</p>
<p>55. We talk on the phone for four hours or so because we seldom do it</p>
<p>56. I joined your family in the memorial park</p>
<p>57. It was the first time I went to Himlayan</p>
<p>58. I waited for you at PNB just to get the palabok</p>
<p>59. You don’t care if my clothes have some dirty spots</p>
<p>60. I wait for you at 711 during college days</p>
<p>61. We had the same company for our OJT</p>
<p>62. Of course, I went to the same company because you’re there</p>
<p>63. You like shawarma</p>
<p>64. And even shakes – but not the banana split recommended by Ate Mau</p>
<p>65. We went to divisoria together</p>
<p>66. It was my first time to get there because of you</p>
<p>67. You have the say whether I should go to your house or not</p>
<p>68. We talk on Yahoo Messenger sometimes</p>
<p>69. I ask you occasionally what I should wear</p>
<p>70. Sometimes we go to your house spontaneously</p>
<p>71. You kiss me on the cheeks unexpectedly</p>
<p>72. One time, the dentist wasn’t present so we walked and just bought sweet corn</p>
<p>73. Before that, a lady asked for a fare and we didn’t know if it’s a scam or not</p>
<p>74. You let me go with you when you go to parlor</p>
<p>75. You don’t mind when I accidentally hit your twins</p>
<p>76. It doesn’t matter when I’m in sweat, you still want to be next to me</p>
<p>77. You love to travel</p>
<p>78. While it doesn’t concen you if I’m a home-body</p>
<p>79. Your family’s favorite restaurant is Kowloon</p>
<p>80. I recall one time, after we went to your dentist, you couldn’t hold it anymore and you use<br />
the CR of Goldilocks</p>
<p>81. You let me buy you dolfenal one time because your tummy aches</p>
<p>82. We eat at Kenny Rogers</p>
<p>83. You let me join the blessing of the house of your cousin</p>
<p>84. You visited my grandmother’s funeral</p>
<p>85. Our first kiss (on the lips) was during our way home</p>
<p>86. After a few days, we did it for the first time at your house</p>
<p>87. We texted each other at the same time about the brown out</p>
<p>88. I wait for you when you are having your foot spa</p>
<p>89. We spent Christmas in your home</p>
<p>90. We went to City Hall to get your voters id</p>
<p>91. We went to divisoria with Mama Oya</p>
<p>92. You let me wait until your pedicure is done</p>
<p>93. We usually hang out at SM</p>
<p>94. We eat at KFC</p>
<p>95. Mama Oya wants “chinken” burger</p>
<p>96. You’re very brave now. Before, you are not, especially the time when your home was<br />
robbed.</p>
<p>97. We eat at McDo, you’re a fries addict</p>
<p>98. Sometimes you go home early</p>
<p>99. You let me walk you up to the terminal of tricycle</p>
<p>100. Now, I always go with you until you get home</p>
<p>101. Sometimes we go to our OJT together</p>
<p>102. You give me a ton of Indian Mango</p>
<p>103. Sometimes you don’t want me to go to your house because it’s late</p>
<p>104. You gave me the reason to write a calendar full of I love you translation</p>
<p>105. Sometimes our plans do not work out</p>
<p>106. We schedule everything</p>
<p>107. Your decisions are ever changing</p>
<p>108. When I’m beside you, you’re not afraid anymore</p>
<p>109. We eat at Causeway</p>
<p>110. One time, I had to chip in because the money Papa Memo gave is short</p>
<p>111. You let me carry the heavy pineapples from Janeth</p>
<p>112. I remember that we went to Metrobank during lunch while we’re having our OJT</p>
<p>113. Then, that same day, you left early because Mama Oya said Papa Memo came home</p>
<p>114. We eat at Lola Idangs</p>
<p>115. On one occasion, you couldn’t wait for me on Yahoo Messenger</p>
<p>116. We eat at Jobi</p>
<p>117. You let me call you Jobi</p>
<p>118. You let me install softwares in your computer</p>
<p>119. Sometimes you don’t entertain me at your house</p>
<p>120. We wait for free rides, from your jeepney or from Kuya Gene and Ate Mau</p>
<p>121. You let me do your website while you were comfortably sleeping</p>
<p>122. We always see each other at Megamall</p>
<p>123. We wait until Ate Mau finishes her workout at the gym</p>
<p>124. You adore sweet corn</p>
<p>125. You let me carry the big picture frames you ordered along underpass</p>
<p>126. You let me wait for you at MRT</p>
<p>127. Sometimes your decisions are confusing</p>
<p>128. That’s why once, I walked from Philand up to our house.</p>
<p>129. You let me wait for hours</p>
<p>130. One time, you do not want them to see me at the Hypermarket</p>
<p>131. You wash the dishes fast</p>
<p>132. We went to ukay-ukay with your barkada</p>
<p>133. We eat at Wham Burgers</p>
<p>134. Mama Oya loves Wham</p>
<p>135. We eat at Chef Donatello</p>
<p>136. We took the professional Civil Service exam on the same day</p>
<p>137. Unfortunately, I passed while you did not</p>
<p>138. Fortunately, you were a cum laude so no need for that</p>
<p>139. You let me pick up Mama Oya and take her to Makati</p>
<p>140. Even if I have to go back to Ortigas and wait for you because you’re having a medical exam</p>
<p>141. Your tummy aches when you have period</p>
<p>142. It’s alright with you even if I slept on your birthday eve and didn’t greet you first</p>
<p>143. Also, even when my boss did not allow me to have half-day</p>
<p>144. Again, you waited for me for an hour or so at SM on your birthday</p>
<p>145. We ate at Pizza Hut on that same day and I’ve given you an I Love You shirt</p>
<p>146. Mama Oya gives me palabok most of the time</p>
<p>147. You like noodles that’s why we eat at Chowking</p>
<p>148. We paid the bill after eating at Max’s one time</p>
<p>149. You let me eat tokwa’t baboy</p>
<p>150. I went with you to get police clearance</p>
<p>151. You joined me in getting my NBI clearance</p>
<p>152. We went to Lyceum and PLM to ask for BSA curriculum</p>
<p>153. We got our grades together</p>
<p>154. I went with you to Makati</p>
<p>155. We walked from Washington to DBP. Whew</p>
<p>156. You let me wait for your medical. You can’t fill the cup that’s why it took us so long</p>
<p>157. We arrived at Tita Agnes’ birthday late</p>
<p>158. We got our toga together</p>
<p>159. We ate at Kowloon on Papa Memo’s birthday</p>
<p>160. You let me wait at MRT to pick you up after your examination</p>
<p>161. We went at your bestfriend’s birthday party</p>
<p>162. It was the first time I saw most of your barkada</p>
<p>163. We ordered pizza so that it will offset what you did to Kuya Gene before</p>
<p>164. You and your family always go to Pug-Pog</p>
<p>165. You wait for me at SM</p>
<p>166. We ate at banana leaves during Mama Oya’s birthday</p>
<p>167. We talk about marriage</p>
<p>168. You didn’t force me to attend Centro</p>
<p>169. You decide if I should go with you at home or not</p>
<p>170. You said we would do something everyday</p>
<p>171. You were the first one to know that I have a job</p>
<p>172. You let me get your graduation tickets at the Bacc. Mass</p>
<p>173. I gave it to you right after you arrived home from Bicol</p>
<p>174. Our parents first met during graduation</p>
<p>175. We took a lot of pictures</p>
<p>176. You accompanied me in getting my SSS number</p>
<p>177. We met at St. James to go to Janeth’s house</p>
<p>178. You vomitted at Chowking after that long travel</p>
<p>179. I met your friends, Aibelle and Bibe during Mama Oya and Papa Memo’s anniversary</p>
<p>180. You understand if I couldn’t come to your house because I was painting my sisters’ room</p>
<p>181. You let me wait at 7-11 after your examination at SMART</p>
<p>182. You were so close in passing the typing exam. The difference is only . (point) something.</p>
<p>183. You accompanied me in getting my 2X2 picture taken for work</p>
<p>184. You went to my house at my birthday</p>
<p>185. You texted me once saying I should not check out chicks</p>
<p>186. We accompanied Ate Mau to the dentist</p>
<p>187. We joined Papa Memo in buying his shoes, eventually, it’s the same shoes he bought before</p>
<p>188. Mama Oya bought me a shirt. It’s you who picked it out.</p>
<p>189. We went to Ramos with Mama Oya and Papa Memo</p>
<p>190. After that, they dropped me at our house</p>
<p>191. You accept that indecent proposal came my way, knowing that I’ll turn it down</p>
<p>192. You waited for me at Megamall and helped me bought polo for work</p>
<p>193. You like chicken neck</p>
<p>194. Someone called you while we were waiting for trycicle and you are sorry for that</p>
<p>195. We like fruit shakes (except banana split flavor)</p>
<p>196. We eat Nachos</p>
<p>197. You thought it’s Juice Ko instead of Juice It</p>
<p>198. You kept quiet at first about the status of your job application but after a while, you gave in</p>
<p>199. We eat BBQ at Grill Queen</p>
<p>200. We saw Sir Rhedjie that rainy day and you said that I already have a job</p>
<p>201. We agreed that we’re not going to leave each other for better or worse</p>
<p>202. Sometimes we go to work together even if I was late for four minutes</p>
<p>203. We talk on the phone until 1 in the morning</p>
<p>204. We went to Daphne’s pediatrician along with Ate Mau</p>
<p>205. We went to Kuya Larry’s wedding in which I saw my professor before</p>
<p>206. We eat at Wan Chai</p>
<p>207. You seldom text when we need a reply</p>
<p>208. But when you need a reply, you text a lot</p>
<p>209. We met Angel at Megamall and ate at Chef Donatello</p>
<p>210. We rode the bus on the way home</p>
<p>211. You have UTI and it doesn’t matter because it will be gone soon</p>
<p>212. We share our load</p>
<p>213. Even if your cellphone eats most of it</p>
<p>214. You were concerned when I was sent home by the company due to measles</p>
<p>215. You visited me during our monthsary when I just had measles</p>
<p>216. You were late one minute for work before because you don’t have access to the door</p>
<p>217. You ask me to call Mama Oya to send you load</p>
<p>218. You gave me palabok when I was sick</p>
<p>219. You called me to kill the cockroach</p>
<p>220. You let me massage you</p>
<p>221. You gave me your umbrella</p>
<p>222. We eat at Goldilocks</p>
<p>223. You let me do the powerpoint presentation</p>
<p>224. We met at Glorietta when Daphne has bukol</p>
<p>225. The taxi driver was nice going home</p>
<p>226. You accompanied me in buying mineral water for my cousin</p>
<p>227. We went to divisoria to buy a shirt for my mother and a jersey for my brother</p>
<p>228. We ordered Cheesy Pops after arriving at home</p>
<p>229. You like squid ball, fish ball, etc from odd balls</p>
<p>230. We like mocha freeze from Brownies Unlimited</p>
<p>231. We scratch each other’s dandruff</p>
<p>232. You can do all chores</p>
<p>233. You always sleep earlier than me even if I have to wake up earlier than you</p>
<p>234. We went to Tito Wood’s house and ate a very delicious type of fish</p>
<p>235. Before that, you borrowed 50 pesos because you don’t have a smaller bill</p>
<p>236. We ate at Chicken Inasal and I was late by a few minutes</p>
<p>237. We checked out different appliances because Ate Mau is going to buy a washing machine</p>
<p>238. Mostly, I open the gate when we arrive at your house</p>
<p>239. Mama Oya makes great palabok</p>
<p>240. You have mango trees in your yard</p>
<p>241. Papa Memo dropped us off at 7-11 for your swimming reunion with your highschool friends</p>
<p>242. We bought Combo Float at McDo and you ate most of the french fries</p>
<p>243. We were picked up by Bogs and Joden to go to the place</p>
<p>244. You bought 3 1.5 liters of Coca-Cola for our share</p>
<p>245. We met at Palengke when you were late and we waited for Ate and Kuya Gene.</p>
<p>246. We bought sabaw at Cocoy Mami &amp; Pares</p>
<p>247. You bought Amoxicyllin 250 mg but Kuya Gene wanted 500 mg</p>
<p>248. You were confusing especially about where I have to wait</p>
<p>249. For compensation, you paid the bill at Kenny the next day</p>
<p>250. If possible, you like to go home early and sometimes you couldn’t wait for me</p>
<p>251. We met at Philand to go to Pug-Pog</p>
<p>252. I met, for the first time, Tito Jimbo.</p>
<p>253. You do not know how to swim</p>
<p>254. You grab my neck when it’s already deep</p>
<p>255. You don’t care if I”m skinny</p>
<p>256. You let me carry you in the pool</p>
<p>257. We took shower simultaneously (public shower )</p>
<p>258. We ate lugaw at Tito Jimbo in one bowl</p>
<p>259. You mostly ate the chicken</p>
<p>260. We ate at Causeway and we were short and I add what’s needed</p>
<p>261. I joined one time when your family went to Cherry</p>
<p>262. We saw a pizza and we wanted one too</p>
<p>263. Sometimes you left your cell phone at home</p>
<p>264. We have the same microwave in your home and in our office</p>
<p>265. We celebrate our monthsary by being together even if it’s just at your house</p>
<p>266. You let me join Ate Mau and Kuya Gene going home</p>
<p>267. You are addicted to chicharon</p>
<p>268. You let me wait at Paramount</p>
<p>269. You only ride a Cher bus going to work</p>
<p>270. We ate at KFC one time and we ate my baon</p>
<p>271. We took a taxi up to Philand because it’s late</p>
<p>272. You said “Filand” during that time</p>
<p>273. We meet at SM Makati</p>
<p>274. We bought our food at World Chicken and brought it to Ate Mau’s office</p>
<p>275. You like to sleep even if you can’t entertain me, I understand</p>
<p>276. We met at SM Makati again and we waited for them at Shell</p>
<p>277. You like Sudoku while I don’t find it enjoyable</p>
<p>278. We eat at Food Choices in Trinoma</p>
<p>279. You like Paotsin but after a few weeks you don’t want it anymore</p>
<p>280. We like Belgian Fries, the one on an ice-cream looking holder</p>
<p>281. You said Ate Mau was loud when she was almost hit by an FX</p>
<p>282. Sometimes you forget your cellphone</p>
<p>283. You like mojos from Ralp’s Potato House</p>
<p>284. You call me when you left your cellphone at home</p>
<p>285. You waited for me at Jollibee for an hour after Kuya Gene still has a meeting</p>
<p>286. After I arrived, a few minutes later, they came, too.</p>
<p>287. You laughed at me after I said sinigang instead of nilaga</p>
<p>288. We waited for Ate Mau and Kuya Gene at Philand</p>
<p>289. We saw Ronnie and you asked him to wait too</p>
<p>290. When we talk about August, you get upset easily</p>
<p>291. I went with you to Reyes for footspa and we ate at Jollibee since it’s late</p>
<p>292. We went to Los Baños for the foundation day</p>
<p>293. You said it’s supposed to be 5:30 but it’s almost 7 when we left</p>
<p>294. You gave me one buko pie which my family loved</p>
<p>295. You went to office one Sunday afternoon and you were sent home after awhile</p>
<p>296. Sometimes you ask me to load your cellphone</p>
<p>297. You text a lot when I’m late</p>
<p>298. You seldom text when you’re late</p>
<p>299. You treat us three at Kenny, the time when you do not text me</p>
<p>300. You also watched Honey my love so sweet when you were a kid</p>
<p>301. You accidentally elbowed my nose</p>
<p>302. We wait for each other at McDo</p>
<p>303. I escort you in canvassing for a cellphone</p>
<p>304. We ate at Greenwich, last service</p>
<p>305. You take my jokes seriously</p>
<p>306. You let me sabit</p>
<p>307. You’re the first girl I’ve ever cried in front of</p>
<p>308. You wake up late</p>
<p>309. You taught me how to make a star using a rubber band</p>
<p>310. We meet at Trinoma</p>
<p>311. We eat at Chowking even if I don’t like it there</p>
<p>312. We eat at World Chicken and you let me try the cheese topping</p>
<p>313. You like Buko Pandan from Paotsin</p>
<p>314. We waited for them at Proj 6</p>
<p>315. It’s alright to you even though we didn’t see each other because I saw Jane</p>
<p>316. You set the time but you don’t usually follow it.</p>
<p>317. Your high school friends still visit you at home</p>
<p>318. You let me wait at Figaro when you’re late even if I’m already at Philand, I went back to<br />
SM</p>
<p>319. You were so disappointed when you and you’re fellow bankers came short</p>
<p>320. You wait for me at Trinoma</p>
<p>321. You piad for the bill at Tokyo2 when there was a kid who’s trying to sell something</p>
<p>322. It doesn’t matter to you if your zipper is broken</p>
<p>323. You let me wait until 11 PM at the FX terminal</p>
<p>324. We ate at Flor’s carinderia since there’s no other establishment open at that time</p>
<p>325. You said we’ll make the most of our Unli but you still sleep early</p>
<p>326. You’re afraiid of dolls.</p>
<p>327. Your food during Sunday is mostly pusit</p>
<p>328. You don’t mind touching my underarm even if it’s sweaty</p>
<p>329. We ate at Jobi and the poor little children knocks on the glass, then Ate Mau saw us.</p>
<p>330. You said your arms are big but it doesn’t matter to me</p>
<p>331. You like Goto King</p>
<p>332. You wear skirt even if I don’t like you to</p>
<p>333. We stay at Go Nuts while waiting for Kuya Gene</p>
<p>334. You wait for me at Greenwhich in Cherry</p>
<p>335. You ordered already and you didn’t order for me</p>
<p>336. You looked good in your uniform even if the other pair is short of one pants</p>
<p>337. Sometimes we take out our foods in Jollibee and eat it at home</p>
<p>338. You let me eat my baon at your house</p>
<p>339. You like balut</p>
<p>340. You stepped on cow’s manure and you blame me for it</p>
<p>341. You understand if I can’t find you in Trinoma and you have to give directions</p>
<p>342. We wait for a jeepney at the new terminal in Trinoma even if it takes 30 minutes</p>
<p>343. One time, we rode a jeepney and the tires got flat</p>
<p>344. You don’t mind if the tricycle driver thought it’s Ramos not Marcos.</p>
<p>345. You let me accompany you to buy gifts for your officemate</p>
<p>346. We eat at Sizzling in Trinoma</p>
<p>347. We went to Tito Wood’s birthday</p>
<p>348. We commute on our way home</p>
<p>349. We took a bus instead of MRT, which lasted for almost two hours</p>
<p>350. We went to Goldilocks to get Regine’s cake and I have to carry it</p>
<p>351. You let me burn a novelty song cd for Daphne and Regine</p>
<p>352. You didn’t entertain me during Regine’s debut but it’s alright</p>
<p>353. You like Lapid’s Chicharon</p>
<p>354. We wait for Ate Mau and Kuya Gene at Trinoma</p>
<p>355. You let us wait for you at Trinoma in the second floor near Food Choices</p>
<p>356. We went to Cherry to accompany Ate Mau and Kuya Gene for grocery</p>
<p>357. We helped Izel avoid your valued client</p>
<p>358. You tease me when Papa Memo drive me home</p>
<p>359. You let me join you on Mac’s birthday</p>
<p>360. You lend Raquel money</p>
<p>361. You cooked fishball and ham one time</p>
<p>362. You don’t mind catching Daphne’s vomit</p>
<p>363. You didn’t notice that Mercurys door was closing at the time in which Kuya Gene ended up<br />
laughing</p>
<p>364. You let me buy Combo Float</p>
<p>365. I know you’ll understand my gift doesn’t last a lifetime, but I hope this list does.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well, I was hanging clothes to dry when one of my cousin&#8217;s shorts didn&#8217;t fit our hanger, as it keep on faling and falling. By no means he&#8217;s no fat guy, he&#8217;s just tall and big-boned.
Why the heck I am writing this entry? I couldn&#8217;t think of anything to write.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Well, I was hanging clothes to dry when one of my cousin&#8217;s shorts didn&#8217;t fit our hanger, as it keep on faling and falling. By no means he&#8217;s no fat guy, he&#8217;s just tall and big-boned.</p>
<p>Why the heck I am writing this entry? I couldn&#8217;t think of anything to write.</p>
<p>Actually, it doesn&#8217;t matter if you&#8217;re fat or not, what matters most is what your inside is all about. And that&#8217;s coming from a skinny guy who look past the physical appearance.</p>
<p>Well, I know that beauty is only skin deep. Looking good is just the beauty of appearance. It has nothing to do with the inside &#8212; personality, wit, character &#8212; because looks can deceive.</p>
<p>In my experience, there&#8217;s more to beauty than meets the eye. If ever, I wouldn&#8217;t care if my friends would stir up a controversy by asking me what did I see in the person I love. I&#8217;ll just reply back, what&#8217;s wrong with your eyes. Seriously, I think beauty is a product of love. When you&#8217;re in love, friends will say that you are blooming, hence, you&#8217;re beautiful.</p>
<p>I find it interesting that beauty has a lot of factors: weight, face, figure, color, etc. For me, it&#8217;s the little things. The flash of the eye, the sweetness of the smile, just to name a couple.</p>
<p>So, if you&#8217;re fat (or skinny, like me), just hold your head up high and forget about the stereotype that you ought to lose (or gain) a few pounds. Remember that beauty is in the eye of beholder.</p>
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		<title>Karma</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 11:36:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I go through life, fixing my mistakes one at a time, I’ve learned a thing or two about Karma, and part of keeping good Karma is sharing it with others. I hope these notions help you as much as they’ve helped me.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><blockquote><p>As I go through life, fixing my mistakes one at a time, I’ve learned a thing or two about Karma, and part of keeping good Karma is sharing it with others. I hope these notions help you as much as they’ve helped me.</p>
<p>Do good things and good things will happen to you. Do bad things and it will come back and bite you in the ass.</p>
<p>If you want a better life, you need to be a better person.</p>
<p>Bad luck might be contagious. It wouldn’t be fair to bring someone into your life until you clean yours up.</p>
<p>Never underestimate the power of confidence. And never underestimate fifteen beers, a little enlightenment, and the power of Rob Base and DJ Easy Rock.</p>
<p>A person needs a little rest after having his moustache tickled at a gay bar.</p>
<p>You have to do the hard things in life sooner or later.</p>
<p>If you want the reward, you have to do the work.</p>
<p>The secret to life is fixing all the bad things that you’ve done.</p>
<p>Whether picking up trash, returning stolen merchandise, or helping a homosexual find love, it always has the same reward… feeling good about yourself.</p>
<p>Karma. You got to love it.</p></blockquote>
<p>I&#8217;m fortunate enough to watch the hit show My Name is Earl this afternoon. I&#8217;m actually hooked on the series watching it on cable but earlier, I used the DVD burned by my brother. He downloaded it on the internet, by the way.</p>
<p>2 hours have gone past on just 5 episodes but I didn&#8217;t notice it until &#8220;Sleep 1&#8243; appeared on our TV, meaning, one more minute before it actually turns off automatically, I set it to 120 minutes eh.</p>
<p>Anyway, watching it makes me want to be better &#8212; makes me want to believe more in karma. I&#8217;m not saying I&#8217;m like Earl who had done a lot of crazy things in the past, but I do have a fair share of them. Hopefully, I could still improve &#8212; what I consider now &#8211; my happy life.</p>
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		<title>Secrets of an addict</title>
		<link>http://pat3ck.wordpress.com/2006/07/29/secrets-of-an-addict/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2006 13:03:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Let me tell you a skeleton in my closet. Swear you won&#8217;t get shocked, frightened or scared. Assure me you will empathize. Guarantee me you&#8217;ll still respect me.
Alright, drum roll please&#8230; I&#8217;m addicted to novels. I know you&#8217;re disappointed. You probably thought I&#8217;m going to drop a bomb just as loud as the one in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pat3ck.wordpress.com&blog=235016&post=31&subd=pat3ck&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Let me tell you a skeleton in my closet. Swear you won&#8217;t get shocked, frightened or scared. Assure me you will empathize. Guarantee me you&#8217;ll still respect me.</p>
<p>Alright, drum roll please&#8230; I&#8217;m addicted to novels. I know you&#8217;re disappointed. You probably thought I&#8217;m going to drop a bomb just as loud as the one in Hiroshima.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not really blurting out that I read books. Most people will be surprised, knowing that I do read, they&#8217;ll go, &#8220;Oh, really?&#8221; Yeah, really.</p>
<p>What do I mean of addict? Well, much like a druggie. I&#8217;m dependent on it. Before, I have stopped being a <em>user </em>because my sister hasn&#8217;t bought a new one for several months. That&#8217;s how hard it is in the past couple of years or so.</p>
<p>Still, that didn&#8217;t stop me from bringing back my fascination into reading. Currently, I&#8217;m leafing through the pages of <em>Tuesdays with Morrie</em>. I have read it for the nth time but I&#8217;m still reading it. That&#8217;s how much I love reading (see, I&#8217;ve said reading too much). In one sitting (well, more of a forty winks kind of thing), I dashed about more than half of it already. If I just didn&#8217;t use the computer now, it&#8217;s probably history.</p>
<p>Okay, I have another idiosyncrasy. Let&#8217;s do the drum roll again&#8230; I&#8217;m addicted to Coke. Nah, it’s not cocaine, Coke as in Coca-Cola.</p>
<p>Before, I gulp 12 oz. of soft drinks everyday. That was way back in high school. Now, I seldom pick up a bottle to slurp, once a week maybe. But that&#8217;s just it. My mom and my sisters told me that it&#8217;s bad for my health, but I don&#8217;t really see &#8211; even felt &#8212; that there&#8217;s any discomfort from drinking.</p>
<p>Well, I&#8217;m a changed man. It just counter-balanced my addiction.</p>
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		<title>Tres Marias</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 13:17:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yeah, I have three sisters. All are older than me. All are celebrating their birthday on November.
Thanks to them as I’ve learned a lot from them. Thank God, I’m not really in touch with my feminine side, it’s just that they taught me some things I would never forget nor regret.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Yeah, I have three sisters. All are older than me. All are celebrating their birthday on November.</p>
<p>Thanks to them as I’ve learned a lot from them. Thank God, I’m not really in touch with my feminine side, it’s just that they taught me some things I would never forget nor regret.</p>
<p>The eldest of them is already 23. She’s working as a Civil Engineer. We’re not really close. She likes anime; I’m not really into it. She’s old but she’s like a kid as she installs some games in our PC and downloads what else, anime.</p>
<p>She has a boyfriend for so many years, they were already together way back in highschool and they are still going strong. That’s the only thing I like from her.</p>
<p>The second to the eldest taught me to read. I mean, she influnced me to read novels. It’s something I really treasure. I wasn’t really into reading way back in highschool, thankfully before going into college; she gave me <i>A walk to remember </i>on a boring vacation day. Then boom, I was hooked into reading. Next book I read was <i>Tuesdays with Morrie. </i>I’m a sucker for that kind of story — it’s actually a true story. Both of those book made me cry. Why? Well, I can somewhat relate to some of the events that happened, like promising someone you’ll keep in touch but you never did. Some really just got me right on, exactly at the center, like a bullseye. It’s red in color too, just like my heart.</p>
<p>My third sister was the closest to me. Emphasis on was. Well, when we were in highschool we talk alot about school, lovelife, etc. now, not much. She was busy during her college days and now busier in her job.</p>
<p>I miss the times when we joke about everything. I miss teasing her with her ex, her nose, her voice — everything possible thing I could think of that could get her irate. I also remember cracking a joke about my ex, saying it’s her fault that’s why we broke up, which actually, is not the case.</p>
<p>There are a couple of Marias too in our house, my grandmother and my mother.</p>
<p>My lola is so young at heart. When I was born she’s already there at my side, keeping up with my tantrums when I was a kid, catching up with my teenage woes up to now. Thanks for that.</p>
<p>Mama is really someone I look up to. She’s a bit moody but we can manage. She’s too emotional. One time, she cried because of my mistake and I made sure after that, that it will never happen again. I looked at her eyes during our rosary time and she was almost crying, teary-eyed to be exact, and I felt sad. It seems that the burdens she faced before was something she couldn’t bear. I wished I knew the problem but we don’t really talk about any sensitive issues.</p>
<p>There’s also another Maria. But I have to keep it to myself.</p>
<p>Oh well. See you all in the house.</p>
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		<title>Happy 4th of July!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 07:16:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For my American online friends.
It&#8217;s 5th here in the Philippines and it&#8217;s my brother&#8217;s birthday. He&#8217;s celebrating his 18 years of existence &#8211; in school. Just kidding. Well, he really have classes today but we&#8217;ll probably have a blast later in the evening here in our house. Just a simple eating-together suffice the &#8220;blast&#8221;.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>For my American online friends.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s 5th here in the Philippines and it&#8217;s my brother&#8217;s birthday. He&#8217;s celebrating his 18 years of existence &#8211; in school. Just kidding. Well, he really have classes today but we&#8217;ll probably have a blast later in the evening here in our house. Just a simple eating-together suffice the &#8220;blast&#8221;.</p>
<p>Sorry for the lack of update due to hectic schedule at school. We have our feasibility study this semester and it sucks currently because my friend and I were sent packing to join a new group since there&#8217;s a memo that says there&#8217;s only 8 members per group and we were 10. It&#8217;s all good, though. We just need to think of a new product or service. Too bad, I can&#8217;t think of anything right now.</p>
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