<?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-392618198529762649</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:49:14.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staying alive</title><subtitle type='html'>semi-personal blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-5010110380838334916</id><published>2011-01-29T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:07:49.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. ♥</title><content type='html'>I'm more than thankful to you and how sorry I am right now.. We're both messin' up each other's life. I hope, in due time, still together or not, we'll laugh about everything we're going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is completely making me crazy but hey.. we're still hangin' on to something we both want for so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I pray for a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-5010110380838334916?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/5010110380838334916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=5010110380838334916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5010110380838334916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5010110380838334916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='.. ♥'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6249967084616051412</id><published>2010-11-02T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:12:20.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>God, let this end. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6249967084616051412?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6249967084616051412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6249967084616051412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6249967084616051412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6249967084616051412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-9068175360760735985</id><published>2010-05-26T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:21:06.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my corny friend..</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't be okay (you know what I mean). But whatever you want, as long as you're happy -- I will be happy too. Even if it means me without you. hehehehe.. corny, I know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-9068175360760735985?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/9068175360760735985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=9068175360760735985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/9068175360760735985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/9068175360760735985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-my-corny-friend.html' title='to my corny friend..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-2140545838425887355</id><published>2009-05-11T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:25:04.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years and counting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a happy ( -- very happy) birthday.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-2140545838425887355?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/2140545838425887355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=2140545838425887355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2140545838425887355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2140545838425887355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-years-and-counting.html' title='25 years and counting..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-4423854544242158231</id><published>2009-01-31T11:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:18:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I intentionally did not update my page for some reasons. I thought of it as a million dollar task and would only stress me more by just thinking of what would be its title – but my blog here would serve no purpose then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staying alive&lt;/span&gt;, I was deliberately trying to – to make myself look like a truly responsible slash independent slash mature slash whatever-word- that-belongs-to-the-group person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was on the verge of letting go of my job. Yes. I was also considering A.W.O.L. – p&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara santong paspason at matapos na ang kalukuhang ito&lt;/span&gt;. It took me every ounce of courage (accompanied by whining, of course) every night to get myself off my bed and go to work. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; job again. I’m tired. I feel like it’s the end of the world before and after my shift. I was also beginning to consider health-check any time soon if I continue depriving myself having a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I declared an ultimatum, I’m going to wait for my appraisal, be regularized and resign – or better yet leave before that. It’s a closed deal. I told my sister what I’m planning and she’ll back me up though she’s encouraging me to stay put for a while. It’s hard to find a job, she said, and it got me thinking. I weighed every thing, I should more likely stay than leave – at least not any sooner. When this was happening, my appraisal was then few more days to go. When that day came, I was fine by the result and let’s count that as one of the reasons why I’m still part of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those days as well, my companions were lining up on the resignation list. I thought I should start writing mine too but thinking it's not a very good idea to start of my New Year, I put the task on hold – on hold huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life must go on&lt;/span&gt; as they say and so be it. As long as I have the slightest doubt of quitting, I’ll stay. I don’t exercise positive thinking – I never did. It’s about what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do and that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward, I’m planning nothing but to work for the next month. You know what when I was granted and taking advantage of my prolong leave back in December, I was real happy and relax. I never had the thought of missing my job but it was distressing when I came back days before payday knowing my co-workers were going to get double for the Holidays work and me getting nothing but a couple of bucks. A fact that keeps me in this job as well, though I’m tired but ten days of sleep deprivation will be compensated enough and better than my mothers'. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this month, I only had one rest day for each week because of mandatory overtime. It’s very stressful to tell you the truth -- a night of rest is nothing at all if I wanted to regain my strength.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haaay..&lt;/span&gt; Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my update for today is not supposed to end like this but I have to go to sleep. I need it more than anything else. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life must go on&lt;/span&gt;. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be cont'd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-4423854544242158231?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/4423854544242158231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=4423854544242158231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/4423854544242158231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/4423854544242158231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-intentionally-did-not-update-my-page.html' title='just an update..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6858193469092292273</id><published>2009-01-01T17:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:21:33.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn't that bad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, New Year was fine. I managed not to cry. Thankfully my name was not listed as expected employees to report on duty last night so I welcomed 2009 by not taking calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my entire evening downtown. And thankfully everybody who noticed me being alone seemed to sympathize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I would like to thank my book. Since there was nobody to chat for long, I dedicated myself reading few chapters from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Starbucks guard as well for the perfect Customer Service and for the quickie friendship. ;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the friendly cab driver who took me to the right place after Starbucks. Surely I can't remember my way back there, God knows, but it's nice there. I would definitely come back. Anyway, I had few bottles and friendly smiles from the waiters so kudos to ya'll too. :) I stayed their for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t find it lonely anymore as 12midnight was closing in because people started their fireworks here and there. There were fireworks everywhere and I just had fun. I was scared because it was just in front of the bar and it’s an open bar. It was my first time witnessing such fireworks and it was amazing. I don't like fireworks but it is -- amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 11PM, I decided to leave. For a while I thought I’m going to be stuck their considering the fireworks going on and it was close to midnight, there might be no cabs around. Thankfully, one arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically at exactly 12MN, the cab stopped at the gate of my apartment and I sat at the porch for a while since there were more fireworks there. Awesome. I spent 10 minutes there along with mosquitoes, recorded my New Years resolution and by 2AM, God bless me -- I finally went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy New Year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6858193469092292273?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6858193469092292273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6858193469092292273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6858193469092292273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6858193469092292273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-wasnt-that-bad.html' title='it wasn&apos;t that bad..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6522033621252644831</id><published>2008-12-19T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:21:23.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is 19th of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;jhaud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6522033621252644831?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6522033621252644831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6522033621252644831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6522033621252644831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6522033621252644831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-19th-of-december.html' title='today is 19th of December'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-7160546423730011656</id><published>2008-12-05T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:07:33.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will be there soon..</title><content type='html'>I'm excited. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-7160546423730011656?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/7160546423730011656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=7160546423730011656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7160546423730011656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7160546423730011656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-be-there-soon.html' title='will be there soon..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-5803702642838622091</id><published>2008-11-16T09:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:23:19.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>much love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy birthday to my niece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Belated happy wedding anniversary to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;PaMa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(Nov. 07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;u g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ys&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-5803702642838622091?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/5803702642838622091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=5803702642838622091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5803702642838622091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5803702642838622091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/11/much-love.html' title='much love..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-8599227988991529642</id><published>2008-11-16T09:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:31:50.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new place, no plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though my new place is better than all of the places I've lived in this shitty town but still it's nothing like home. People around is &lt;em&gt;okay &lt;/em&gt;but I'm trying to live invisibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo like.. woow&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new place didn't suggest any idea such as&lt;em&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's going to be allright, you'll stay here for years.." &lt;/em&gt;or "&lt;em&gt;invest for more and keep it real in here.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-8599227988991529642?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/8599227988991529642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=8599227988991529642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/8599227988991529642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/8599227988991529642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-place-no-plans.html' title='new place, no plans'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-716985575412137359</id><published>2008-10-28T14:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:56:57.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i realized they just happened..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.. and I didn't like most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was forced to buy a fan. I was provided one along with a contract of course but my landlady asked to get it back the other week because their fan broke. So I force myself not to make face in front of her. That's the part I didn't like, I'm supposed to make her feel she broke the contract we had before I moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The AC Adapter I requested was supposed to be released last weekend. We ordered week before last but it wasn't processed. And so I have to spend and find a new book again. Without something to do after work while trying to get sleepy is suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My fan broke after few days. Bad thing is the Service Center is located at nowhereland. So I had to force myself and withdraw the last drop of money I had in my account and buy a new one -- again. Now, I'm poor. 1-800-ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na sad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I kept on following up my planned leave for this December but since my supervisor is "kind of" busy (whatever) I just had to force myself not to take my second plan (yet) which is to go home and declare it as AWOL. Hhhmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I lost my budget list and I'm running out of mineral water now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I found a new place to move in this weekend. What's ticking me off is I had to wait until then to get the hell out of my hell mode place and had to agonize myself every time I see the landlady. I just h_t_ her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I was late for work the other night. I modified my cellphone's profile and it didn't vibrate when it alarmed. So it took me sometime to absorb it, the thing is it's a written warning that's why it bothered me a while. I literally told myself that 'you don't like your job so get over it', minutes later I'm having the time of my life, sprawled on my bed and reading when my phone rang. My supervisor asked someone to call me and ask what happen. Damn. So I drag myself to work. Life sucks here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-716985575412137359?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/716985575412137359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=716985575412137359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/716985575412137359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/716985575412137359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-i-realized-they-just-happened.html' title='things i realized they just happened..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-5084242155229762144</id><published>2008-10-21T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:46:07.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa kadahilanang wala lang magawa, magko-Q &amp; A tayo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, are you in love right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pupusta ako pag yan nangyari sa mga panahong eto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, what color is your underwear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, what's on your mind right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do after I go offline -- whether to jump off this building or close my eyes for 5 hours more or less to finally get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing some nonsense stuff like this while thinking what to do next that's more nonsense than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, what did you do today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00AM : I logged in for work&lt;br /&gt;01:00AM : I took my first break at work&lt;br /&gt;03:30AM : I took my fucking second break at work&lt;br /&gt;05:00AM : I had my lunch at work&lt;br /&gt;09:00AM : I logged out from work&lt;br /&gt;.. Few minutes after I felt like eating a donut. Sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, do you think you are attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm going to say no, would it make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, do you watch Disney channel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuh-uh, if I'm not at home. My nephew and niece would kill me for that channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Well, not unless if I see someone eating a pint of mango flavored icecream. That would bolt me out of this chair and go directly to Select and buy one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hear my family smile over the phone. :(&lt;br /&gt;And if money would not ever bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a complete nailbiter freak. Believe me, I look like a retard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, what is your mood right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell mode. Dang, it's f*ckin' warm in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, who do you want to see at this very moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G or miSt (code names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, do you hate someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend not to. Gosh, I barely even getting a life on track, what more if I'm going to spend my time hating someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, who/what do you want to hug right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO    : That -- I'm going to think first. &lt;em&gt;Hindi sa ang dami nila &lt;/em&gt;but there's really none. :D&lt;br /&gt;WHAT : I miss my hotdog pillow. I (always) used to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, do your wrists hurt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been my back since I got this freakin' job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, are you in denial?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who? Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, wouldn't you rather be having sex right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody make that happen..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, is it easier to talk through social websites than in person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom give out (too personal) response online. I mean, too emotional. Count me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, is it going anywhere with them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, did you answer all these questions honestly?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly..? I did. Amazingness. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-5084242155229762144?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/5084242155229762144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=5084242155229762144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5084242155229762144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5084242155229762144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/10/sa-kadahilanang-wala-lang-magawa-magko.html' title='Sa kadahilanang wala lang magawa, magko-Q &amp; A tayo..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-5685310620875561557</id><published>2008-10-20T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:06:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same same</title><content type='html'>Not much to say.. It's been the same since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. Eat. Sleep. And it goes over and over 5 days in a week and life is somehow meaningful during Saturday and Sunday -- it's my so called rest day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-5685310620875561557?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/5685310620875561557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=5685310620875561557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5685310620875561557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5685310620875561557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/10/same-same.html' title='same same'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-5422550529910797536</id><published>2008-10-06T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:11:25.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walang kakwenta kwenta</title><content type='html'>Somehow &lt;em&gt;nakakamiss din pala ang&lt;/em&gt; school.. &lt;em&gt;Hihihi..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atat na atat akong grumajweyt&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;iskwela dati pero ngayon, parang gusto ko na ulit magpabuhay at maging palamunin&lt;/em&gt; for another 4years -- or so.. Ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang sama ng&lt;/em&gt; thought..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-5422550529910797536?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/5422550529910797536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=5422550529910797536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5422550529910797536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5422550529910797536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/10/walang-kakwenta-kwenta.html' title='walang kakwenta kwenta'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6617509121725602533</id><published>2008-09-15T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:06:43.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still trying to adapt..</title><content type='html'>I moved in to a new room last night. It's quite nicer than the first one but there are things that I still don't like. But have to get used to it &lt;em&gt;nalang muna&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month since I moved in here in Cebu but I'm still trying to adapt to almost every-thing -- &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; work, &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; place, &lt;em&gt;sa mga tao&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; cost of living (&lt;em&gt;medyo kataasan&lt;/em&gt; comapred to Davao), &lt;em&gt;sa mga&lt;/em&gt; jeepney routes (until now, &lt;em&gt;isang route lang ang alam ko -- ang papuntang workplace lang&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;em&gt;pati narin sa mga&lt;/em&gt; taxi drivers (&lt;em&gt;na pag tinanong mo in bisaya, sasagutin ka sa tagalog -- kaya mo yun..?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;sasali ko na rin mga snatchers na na-amazed ako kahit papano dahil angat sila compared to ours sa Davao -- mas sosyal pare. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be working again later tonight. &lt;em&gt;Haaaay..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6617509121725602533?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6617509121725602533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6617509121725602533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6617509121725602533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6617509121725602533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-trying-to-adapt.html' title='still trying to adapt..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-8108451290889693537</id><published>2008-09-07T05:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:04:25.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa lobby, bow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked my supervisor last Wednesday if I could go to the clinic after first few hours of my shift. I was not really feeling well.  The resident nurse gave me 3 different tablets and an hour of rest. I decided to just take my rest at the lobby since it's nearer than the sleeping room. I was there together with the guards lying on the couch. All of us were so sleepy but I guess &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was not just sleepy then. I was sleepy, sad, and stressed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to go back taking calls again, I took some time to ponder what's really wrong because normally if I don't feel well, I just grab something and make myself busy. I sometimes read or write if I'm sad or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magne-nailpolish nalang. &lt;/span&gt;And then I cried. I did. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, talagang tumulo luha ko. &lt;/span&gt;I went to the rest room instead and tried calming myself -- well, wrong move because one of my batchmates was there and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bigla nya 'kong tinanong "How are you?" -- SALAMAT HA. peste nalan&lt;/span&gt;g &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jud&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours after, I was back on the floor, putting a smile on my face every time I say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank you for calling..", &lt;/span&gt;and pretending it's just another day of my work and is about to end. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anumang gawin ko, &lt;/span&gt;there's still tommorow, next week, and even 6 more months.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Syeeeet, SUPER.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-8108451290889693537?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/8108451290889693537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=8108451290889693537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/8108451290889693537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/8108451290889693537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-broke-out-najud.html' title='sa lobby, bow.'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-829307391797811483</id><published>2008-08-30T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:21:13.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest day najud</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hihihi..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's just another day -- but it's my first rest day since I got officially employed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-829307391797811483?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/829307391797811483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=829307391797811483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/829307391797811483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/829307391797811483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/08/rest-day.html' title='rest day najud'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-597188161674703354</id><published>2008-08-29T11:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:42:29.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repost entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a private blog by the way and I thought I just repost my latest entry here because first, I just got out from work and I'm tired. Second, it's really what I'm going to say as of the moment. And third, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a little sad by the way but just don't mind me being too emotional about everything I say. It's about -- everything &lt;em&gt;din naman talaga&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To be honest..? -- I'm not happy with what I'm doing. I'm proud that I'm part of my company and I would really want to stay for long. The thing is, I badly need more drive or motivation as well as interest towards my tasks. It's bad because no matter how I think about the opportunity, the compensation, and the ground I'm at for some self-improvement but unfortunately it's really taking me down. &lt;em&gt;Kahit sabihin pa nilang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"It's normal since you're a newbie. In time you will learn"&lt;/em&gt; -- I know for sure I'll get used to it and learn a lot but right now.. straight to your faces guys -- I'm not happy, I'm not excited. I DO NOT HAVE PASSION IN SELLING OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a batchmate of mine and I had a chance to talk to our supervisor this lunch and I told her about it. She said it's a good thing I let her know about it so she'll know where to go about me. Thanks supe, that's something to be filed under MOTIVATION then..&lt;br /&gt;For now, guess just have to go about everything. And &lt;em&gt;antos lang jud&lt;/em&gt;. Fine. I'm working not just for the compensation but at least because I have a strong drive to do such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I texted everybody back home and they're really concern of what's going on with me here in Cebu. Wow, I'm touched, &lt;em&gt;hehehe.. Hahaaay..&lt;/em&gt; I miss you guys, every time I remember them &lt;em&gt;naiiyak ako&lt;/em&gt;.. I miss Prince and Josh, I miss PaMa's company, I miss my brother's presence, I miss everybody and I'm going to cry now.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Ate will be here this weekend and I dont have work Sun and Mon so we'll have time together and by the way, it's her 35th birthday this Sunday. She said she wants to eat at Insular's buffet dining and joked me about paying it. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha..&lt;/em&gt; Nice 'te. Well sure, why not. It's my time to repay my sister. She's been there for me no matter what and she gave me tons and tons of help ever since. Aside from my parents, she's a mentor and an amazing person (not to mention &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hard headed.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-597188161674703354?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/597188161674703354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=597188161674703354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/597188161674703354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/597188161674703354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/08/repost-entry.html' title='repost entry'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6310453987148926510</id><published>2008-08-25T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:41:55.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just feeling bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I'm not yet getting used to being in this new city. Missing everybody back home is given but I also understand why I'm here. It's just that, I'm having a hard time how to deal with it when I'm out from work. Aside from getting some good sleep, I only tire myself roaming around SM and Ayala most time of the day. It's getting boring, you know. When I'm back in my room, I find myself doing a lot of thinking, wordsearch or listening to music. And you bet, it won't let me last for more hours so I would go out again -- alone -- looking for not-so-boring thing to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions&lt;em&gt; daw be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : No drinking please.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6310453987148926510?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6310453987148926510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6310453987148926510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6310453987148926510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6310453987148926510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-just-feeling-bored.html' title='i&apos;m just feeling bored'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-5534313246682650538</id><published>2008-08-20T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:35:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Assessment - Done</title><content type='html'>We had our final assessment last night and I passed -- I think. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe.. &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, we'll be having our nesting later (1:30AM-10:30AM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for  now.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-5534313246682650538?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/5534313246682650538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=5534313246682650538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5534313246682650538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5534313246682650538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-assessment-done.html' title='Final Assessment - Done'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-5862785632901550982</id><published>2008-08-19T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:34:49.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assessment day</title><content type='html'>We'll have our final exam later tonight and I'm crossing my fingers for that (including my toes). &lt;em&gt;Hehehe.. &lt;/em&gt;The things we discussed wasn't that hard though, it's just that there's a lot of info to absorb. But hey.. It's all good, I can do this. I've been through a lot and I mean A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to me then. :B&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-5862785632901550982?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/5862785632901550982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=5862785632901550982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5862785632901550982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5862785632901550982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/08/assessment-day.html' title='assessment day'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-4285228205771431435</id><published>2008-08-16T10:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:05:49.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>July 25 - Training is done. I passed. :)&lt;br /&gt;August 01 - Moved my things from my apartment to my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;August 08 - Had my orientation for my relocation.&lt;br /&gt;August 09 - Had dinner with everybody (family)&lt;br /&gt;August 10 - left Davao at 9:25AM. :(&lt;br /&gt;August 12 - New Hire Orientation at PeopleSupport - Cebu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SKZDAaaT5gI/AAAAAAAAAYw/G4LJr0jgz40/s1600-h/hb.jpg"&gt;                      &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SKZDAaaT5gI/AAAAAAAAAYw/G4LJr0jgz40/s200/hb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234945291233519106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;August 13 - Client Specific Training (SCHEDULE: 10PM - 6AM --&gt; wow.. amazingness )&lt;br /&gt;August 14 - Shake a hand with Rich (sister's boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;August 15 - Last day of training for this week -- and I badly needed sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-4285228205771431435?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/4285228205771431435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=4285228205771431435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/4285228205771431435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/4285228205771431435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SKZDAaaT5gI/AAAAAAAAAYw/G4LJr0jgz40/s72-c/hb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-7388917643368655421</id><published>2008-07-15T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:06:46.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things I don't like during my training</title><content type='html'>1. waking up early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;2. wearing closed shoes everyday&lt;br /&gt;3. sudden change in temperature&lt;br /&gt;4. slips during one-on-one activity&lt;br /&gt;5. no tissue available in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;6. having activities such as verb tenses &amp;amp; aspects and reconstructing sentences&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; from the trainees (&lt;em&gt;hala na..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;8. faking my enthusiasm during my phone sim&lt;br /&gt;9. minutes before my turn for the weekend assessment&lt;br /&gt;10. the chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be cont'd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-7388917643368655421?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/7388917643368655421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=7388917643368655421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7388917643368655421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7388917643368655421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-i-dont-like-during-my-training.html' title='things I don&apos;t like during my training'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-757984286032438606</id><published>2008-07-07T21:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:31:36.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling unwell today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I almost ask my trainer this morning that I want to go home and take a rest but I forced myself. I was fighting between my temparature and the lower temp. that we have from the AC. Thank goodness I felt a little better after lunch and another medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I like to share this, our training starts at 7:00PM and I was never late. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe.. &lt;/em&gt;I'm guilty of procrastination when I was in college but I'm really trying &lt;strong&gt;so hard&lt;/strong&gt; to get off bed by 5:45 maximum. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.. &lt;/em&gt;Sometimes I'm drinking my coffee and my eyes are still close. And sometimes I say my morning prayer in the bathroom because I'm too sleepy to say it before I get off my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope it'll pays off in the end. Well, it will for sure but I hope it will -- the way &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; thought it would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-757984286032438606?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/757984286032438606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=757984286032438606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/757984286032438606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/757984286032438606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-feeling-unwell-today.html' title='I&apos;m feeling unwell today.'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6723758444035396322</id><published>2008-07-03T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:09:29.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on going training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow. As in W-O-W. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.. &lt;/em&gt;I can't believe I'm doing it. I have gone through an almost the same training like this before during my internship but this wasn't as serious as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to set my alarm at exactly 5:30 in the morning or else I'm screwed with my 7:00AM schedule. It ends at 3 in the afternoon and approximately 30 minutes after 3, I'm eating my supper. And around 9, I'm sound asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://korewablogda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adie&lt;/a&gt; is right, I graduated from Hibernate University last week. It's not really very easy to change course of life or schedule but I am trying and giving out my best to get through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the training, I'm used to sleeping at around 5 in the morning but now, my day starts at 5:30. I'm trying to get used to it specially from the kind of job I will have in few days time -- just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I would like to share is that, I'm leaving. And it's starting to hit me. Hehehe.. At first, I was more like &lt;em&gt;eh ganun talaga eh &lt;/em&gt;but whenever I think about it now -- I'm feeling sad. Good thing PaMa are not showing it on their faces every time we talk about it but I know they will definitely miss me. I will too. :( Well, for my remaining days here in the city, except my training days, I will go home. That's about less than a month from now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6723758444035396322?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6723758444035396322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6723758444035396322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6723758444035396322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6723758444035396322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-going-training.html' title='on going training'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-672511602480019122</id><published>2008-06-27T20:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:29:42.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>step 4 - training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had my contract for training signed yesterday afternoon. It wasn't that easy before I signed it. I did a lot of talking and showing off my so called skills &lt;em&gt;hahaha..&lt;/em&gt; I was so trying hard believe me but it was worth it &lt;em&gt;din naman. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Program or so they call as the training will start on Monday, 5 days a week and will start 7:00AM - 2:00PM. Yeah, you read it right, 7:00AM. Me? -- 7 in the morning? come on.. hehehe. I'll bet on my grandmother's grave if Ms. Hibernator, at your service, can make it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home tomorrow, maybe i'll go home for the rest of my weekends while I'm here. Because if I can get through this training, going home is no longer that easy. I would really miss my family but hey.. there's got to be more than this. I'm going to cry &lt;em&gt;na. &lt;/em&gt;:( huhuhu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-672511602480019122?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/672511602480019122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=672511602480019122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/672511602480019122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/672511602480019122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/06/step-4-training.html' title='step 4 - training'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-2723338397329841646</id><published>2008-06-20T19:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:32:15.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my long forgotten 'silent goodbye'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was chatting with a long time friend one night after a long time ago. It was not like unexpected because I know it'll happen (just got the feeling). *grinning* I wasn't edgy while talking to him, just plain smiling because we talked after a while. We chatted about the usual things we used to when we were still an item. (hahaha.. an item huh) I realized we still talk the same subject since what.. 4 years and a half, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like trying to make things okay between us but too bad it didn't work right but still we had this on-and-off communication. We were like two people kept on wandering, not really knowing where to go that time. &lt;em&gt;Parang nag uusap nang mga walang kwentang bagay, parang nagsasayang lang ng load at oras &lt;/em&gt;over the phone but we both know we're working things out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted a commitment but I was not sure myself if I could handle that. But I told him I seriously wanted him to stay. Just be with me. Not literally live with me or in the same country but just bare with what I want as of that moment. I don't care if he's dating someone else behind my back or having fun with b*tches and *ssholes but just letting me know that he's still around is just fine. Crazy but I was hoping in that  way -- we're going to be okay &lt;em&gt;din&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it never happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what I found out last year, I didn't cry (I wanted to though to make it more corny hehehe..) -- but I couldn't smile either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened back there, anyway? I didn't ask you why because somehow I don't want to hear it. Well, I couldn't obliged you to explain either because we weren't an item when you asked me to wait for you (which I really did). &lt;em&gt;Dinaan ko na nga lang sa joke yung last text message mo sa'kin pre &lt;/em&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'did you even care when you said happy new year?'&lt;/strong&gt; 'Tang ina, balak mo pa atan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aantayin ako n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g mg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a isang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; si&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hey it's all good. I didn't hate you for what happened and I didn't feel any regrets because I was not close to commitment. I felt no sadness when you got married because finally I had the right reason to let you go. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do and whoever you're with, you'll always be part of my past. *wink* And I will always see you as my friend who laughs like no other. *wide grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what I have been (always) telling you and you know who you are -- you be good. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tan aw sa dalan kung maglakaw ka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-2723338397329841646?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/2723338397329841646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=2723338397329841646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2723338397329841646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2723338397329841646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-long-forgotten-silent-goodbye.html' title='my long forgotten &apos;silent goodbye&apos;'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-9220467302117715150</id><published>2008-06-17T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:12:43.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling bored again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went home last Wednesday for my brother's birthday and just got back yesterday night. Mama wanted me to leave home by next week but I refused. I was supposed to go back in my apartment Thursday but Papa asked me to stay until Monday. Hey, it was Father's Day last Sunday. So I stayed for that day. We had lunch together -- my parents and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual, I did nothing but lived like a princess at home. There were nothing much to do. The two elder kids are already in school, the other two small kids were busy trying to kill each other everyday, and the new baby has nothing much to say yet so I ended up with &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;alone bumming in front of the tv&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;My parents are busy doing something else so we only get to talk at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that boring there actually. You know, when sometimes you wanted to do something but you're not sure what it is -- and worst thing, in my case, is that when I have no idea what else to do other than sit and deal with the feeling of not really knowing what to do until it's gone. Geez man, brain damage. And you only get to stare at the remote control trying to decide for hours whether to change the channel or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. every time I do that and having the notion of doing it again  for the next few days. WOW.. somebody please save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-9220467302117715150?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/9220467302117715150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=9220467302117715150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/9220467302117715150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/9220467302117715150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-bored-again.html' title='feeling bored again'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6656478512045343127</id><published>2008-06-09T17:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:30:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, an update..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 04, afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother sent me a text message to go to the hospital because my sister-in-law will be delivering any minute then. I came there around 6 in the evening and I thought she really was ready to get it all out but she can't feel any pain or sign that it's ready to come out and the baby was not moving. Then the tension started. My brother can't sit for a while because he was so tensed and worried for both of 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I was like there, supporting and all that. I was also taking care their baggage at times that my brother was needed to process something from the doctor's prescription.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stayed awake all night. Though I was so eager to go home because I can't stand being in a hospital with no proper place to lie down plus you get to see bloody people, I stayed because I had no choice. &lt;em&gt;Hihihi.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;ang ginawa ko nalang habang inaantay ko ang sunrise ay magbody count ng mga patay.&lt;/em&gt; The waiting area of OB department is located at the back beside the gate where dead people pass going to the morgue. Shit man, it was horrible, terrible, unbelievable &lt;em&gt;at kung anu pang '-&lt;/em&gt;ble'&lt;em&gt; na&lt;/em&gt; experience yun. I don't know if I would feel privileged &lt;em&gt;kasi hindi lahat nakakakita ng patay ng ganun karami anu. Mga 7 lang naman ang dumaan sa harapan kong patay. Hindi lang naman sya ganun katipid. &lt;/em&gt;Lord, may all those souls are with you now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 05, morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Morninng &lt;em&gt;na, dilat na dilat parin ako pero feeling ko hindi na 'ko tatagal nang isang oras &lt;/em&gt;if I'll stay here until lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By 8 that morning, I stood out and took a walk. For 16 hours (more or less) I was just there sitting on the hardest chair ever I've used -- waiting for the baby to come out. Quarter to 9, finally God gave me the chance to live more days because I really felt like I'm going to collapsed and die in seconds if I go back to that horrible waiting area and sit for more hours. My sister-in-law's mother came to the rescue. S&lt;em&gt;a walay pagduha duha -- &lt;/em&gt;together with my soul&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; -- nilupad intawn dayon ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had 4 hours of sleep. My stomach woke me up actually. I ate nothing from last night though I had dinner but that was an early dinner. I had my lunch right after I took a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then a surprise call came in around 3 in the afternoon. It was my employer. :) I had my 5-minute interview over the phone and I sort of passed because they asked me to come to their office the next day for the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 06, morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still don't have my resume. I'm screwed -- again. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.. &lt;/em&gt;I had an amazing experience today. I am scheduled to take an exam at 1:30 in the afternoon and by 10 in the morning I still don't have my resume. I don't have any more money that day actually so I still have to withdraw (courtesy of Ate). When I was about to do just that, it was offline. Time check, it's 12:20pm. I was like -- relax Joy. Hell, it's my first exam and have to make it. As in &lt;em&gt;talagang kukulangin ang pera ko pag hindi ako makawithdraw.&lt;/em&gt; Plus, I was not fit with my business attire (as per employer's request) and take note -- no printed resume in my hand yet. Well then , I was tested with my patience. Around 12:40 I guess, God loves me again -- I was able to get some cash. I feel like I was some lunatic running for her life crossing the streets &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;because I was half walking half running. I headed right into the nearest mall, buy few coupon bonds and a folder. Then went straight to an internet cafe to print my resume. Thank goodness I sent it to my email. Time check, 1:00pm. I came back to my apartment to change oufit then went straight to my employer's office. When I came in, I have 5 minutes before call time. Damn, that was close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned: &lt;/strong&gt;Break out from your comfort zone. Say  no to Procrastination. (..yeah right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My exam's result? I passed. *wide grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My final interview will be on June 10 at 10:30AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 07, morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to Greenwich - Victoria Plaza because I forgot or the cashier forgot to give me back my change. I bought some food to go &lt;em&gt;para dalhin ko sa hospital.&lt;/em&gt; I forgot because the cashier told me to give it to me along with the food. I was texting while waiting for it for like 10 minutes. My food was delivered and I left. That night, before I went back to my apartment, I dropped by at some 24 hour shop to buy something. Then there.. I remembered my forgotten change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good thing they gave it back to me though I don't have the reciept. &lt;em&gt;Pare malaki laki rin yung change ko, hindi pa 'ko nagpupulot ng pera ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I visited the hospital again because my mother and my eldest niece was there. After the hospital visit, we went to the Mall to grab some food. Then I went straight back to my apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was informed by my employer this day that my final interview was moved to June 09, same time. Oh, gosh that's a day to go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 08, afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did mall hopping today.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tried to sleep around 11PM but hardly, I think I finally did around 2 in the morning and set my phone alarm by 8:30 in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 09, morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dragged myself out of bed and luckily I came in to my employer's office few minutes before my call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The final interview was brief. It took 30-45 minutes I guess. The questions were straight and my answers were luckily straight and more like -- right. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of the interview, they endorsed me to a whatever training level. And that was it. My smile that time was the truest from the moment I stepped in to that room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what was the question that took me a while to gather my answer? I was asked about my weaknesses. &lt;em&gt;Heller, ba't hindi ko naisip yun. At nagfefeeling feelingan daw ako na walang weakness kung kaya wala akong nasagot kaagad. Hahaha.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, what will I do now is to wait for their call to start for the training. They said, our trainer will be from Cebu and will be coming at the end of the month. Great. Hibernate mode&lt;em&gt; napod ni. Shemper, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grandslammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; ko ana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If everything's going to cooperate with me, then I'm off this city. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6656478512045343127?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6656478512045343127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6656478512045343127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6656478512045343127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6656478512045343127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-update.html' title='finally, an update..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-1744892827883373610</id><published>2008-06-07T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:13:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling draggy parin</title><content type='html'>A lot of incidents are happening&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; since Wednesday night and I'm still so tired. It's 9:06 in the evening and I'm sleepy. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging, I miss myLot -- in short, I miss my computer spending the whole day in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iisa-isahin ko bukas na siguro kun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g anu ng meron&lt;/span&gt; -- to my career, family, every-thing for the past few days.. It's one hell of a week. For now, I think I'm going to hit the bed and get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-1744892827883373610?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/1744892827883373610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=1744892827883373610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/1744892827883373610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/1744892827883373610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-draggy-parin.html' title='feeling draggy parin'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-7411383775425843930</id><published>2008-06-03T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:09:36.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 3 - on going</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Step 2 was my resume writing. I've done it for like weeks -- draft, finalize, proof read, edit, finalize, recheck, finalize again.. Damn shit. I tell you, it's not that easy&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, around 5 this afternoon, &lt;em&gt;nagkaroon na 'ko ng malay.&lt;/em&gt; Joy..? &lt;em&gt;Is dat chu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Opo, nangaplay napo ako. Shacks, eto na'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fill out online applications from BPO companies based in &lt;a href="http://jobs.cebunetwork.com/"&gt;Cebu&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;B'yaan na lagi nku akong yutang natawhan ani kung madayon man. Panawagan, kun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g kinsa tong gusto mupugong, i-text dayon ko palihu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;g lan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;g&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also applied in &lt;a href="http://www.starcruises.com/"&gt;Starcruises&lt;/a&gt;. My sister's friend asked her to come back but Ate's not in the mood to work anymore so she's encouraging me now instead. Well, we'll see&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another set of employer for tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Haay.. &lt;/em&gt;Is this really how clean money supposed to have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, wondering what was my Step 1? &lt;em&gt;Katong bakasyon diay.. Wala pa gani ko kalangoy. Init man gud, hihihi.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leizlmarie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leizl&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;em&gt; ang beach ayaw kalimti dai. Manglangoy pa ta..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-7411383775425843930?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/7411383775425843930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=7411383775425843930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7411383775425843930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7411383775425843930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/06/step-3-on-going.html' title='Step 3 - on going'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-1492525969727397518</id><published>2008-06-01T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:01:28.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless ka parin, anu ba..? Anung petsa na..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;.. pero&lt;/em&gt; in fairness &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; I'm done with my resume and I'm ready to hit the market next week. Yipeee :D.. Oh yeah, baby. This is really is it. &lt;em&gt;Kahit alam kong dakilang tamad ako &lt;/em&gt;but I need more cash -- clean cash -- and I feel like &lt;em&gt;namumulubi nalang ako ngayon sa kakahingi. &lt;/em&gt;Love you Ma. Love u more 'te. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;akalain mo bang ang hirap pala gawin ng lintik na &lt;/em&gt;resume &lt;em&gt;na 'yan&lt;/em&gt;. It took me weeks until I finally got it right. Thanks to Grace (former classmate) and sir X (my college instructor) &lt;em&gt;nga pala sa &lt;/em&gt;proof read&lt;em&gt;. Galing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makatulog na n&lt;/em&gt;ga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; para paggising ko kape na naman -- paborito ko nga palan&lt;/em&gt;g&lt;em&gt; gawin yun sa isang araw, ang magkape -- ta's &lt;/em&gt;hibernate&lt;em&gt; ulit..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tangina napakabummer ko na.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-1492525969727397518?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/1492525969727397518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=1492525969727397518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/1492525969727397518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/1492525969727397518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/06/jobless-ka-parin-anu-ba-anung-petsa-na.html' title='Jobless ka parin, anu ba..? Anung petsa na..?'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-7549470305663002414</id><published>2008-05-23T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:56:35.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bicycle riding is no good for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up 8 this morning, the earliest I guess. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, can you believe that I tried to learn how to ride a bike again? My two nephews bring their bicycles at h0me everyday and I just thought of giving it a try after a massive enthusiast of learning it few years ago and filed the experience under &lt;em&gt;one of my frustrations&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest nephew has this usual ride which I thought perfect for me – my size. My youngest nephew has this very small red Powerpuff bike that has two extra small wheels at the back so he could still balance the thing. It’s really small. Anyway, it didn’t take me long to run the bigger bike, if I could see myself desperately trying to balance the thing – I am really the most hopeless person in the whole biker’s world.  What I did instead, I took the smaller bike and let myself look as the most frustrated biker ever. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I’m going back to my apartment this afternoon. It seems that I can’t go on like this any longer – I love home but &lt;em&gt;hindi ganito katagal na walang ginagawa kundi matulog, kumain, magcomfort room, kumain ulit, maglaro, at kumain ulit.&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, I’m going to get bigger if I live like this with my mother and Ate who loves to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-7549470305663002414?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/7549470305663002414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=7549470305663002414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7549470305663002414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7549470305663002414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/05/bicycle-riding-is-no-good-for-me.html' title='bicycle riding is no good for me'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-5391704409131110521</id><published>2008-05-21T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:02:55.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m getting bored here at home. Without Internet I guess I’m less productive than just having a computer. I miss myLot. I miss blogging. I miss crunchyroll. &lt;em&gt;Hihihi..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I woke up early this morning. Around 9 I was having my coffee. Excellent. I hope tomorrow I’ll wake up earlier than that. I think &lt;em&gt;mas gusto kong gising nang umaga&lt;/em&gt; though I prefer evening than daylight &lt;em&gt;kasi naiinitan ako&lt;/em&gt; during morning in my room. But I think &lt;em&gt;mas marami akong magagawa&lt;/em&gt; if I start my day early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I are still in my parent’s house. Kids visit us everyday, feeling happy that we’re all gathering. I’m happy myself that Ate came home because I know she made PaMa happy &lt;em&gt;na nakita sya nila&lt;/em&gt;. I know it’s one of those things that make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ate will be leaving next week I guess. I hope she’ll visit again sooner. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-5391704409131110521?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/5391704409131110521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=5391704409131110521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5391704409131110521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5391704409131110521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-bored.html' title='i&apos;m bored..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-3072433213902001027</id><published>2008-05-17T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:14:50.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate's back in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My sister just arrived from Cebu. She was here early this year and decided to come back for the second time. She said &lt;em&gt;mingaw daw didto&lt;/em&gt; and she missed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll stay here in the building for tonight and will be coming home tomorrow. Actually no one is confirmed that she will be coming back today though they have the idea because she sent a message few days ago regarding her flight date to my brother. Anyway, I know PaMa and everybody will surely be happy to see her again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Ate are &lt;em&gt;pasalubong&lt;/em&gt; of course. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe..&lt;/em&gt; Last time she was here, she brought nothing from Cebu because she forgot to carry it – in other words &lt;em&gt;nalimtan n’ya sa&lt;/em&gt; airport. Yeah, we do have the line of being &lt;em&gt;tanga&lt;/em&gt; sometimes. :D Anyway, few days ago she asked me what I want for my birthday. I told her this and one-and-only that. Indeed, she has it – thank you. :) Love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-3072433213902001027?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/3072433213902001027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=3072433213902001027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/3072433213902001027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/3072433213902001027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/05/ates-back-in-town.html' title='Ate&apos;s back in town'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-430601445995285352</id><published>2008-05-11T13:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:04:23.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday yhat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know I was thinking of buying me a pair of knee socks as a gift for myself but I wasn't able to find it at the mall yesterday. I bought somethin' else though, yeeeea.. I did a little shopping yesterday. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://loreico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lei&lt;/a&gt; for the company and &lt;em&gt;buti hindi mo 'ko sinunog sa kakaikot natin. Hehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after more than a year I decided to have a night out yesterday. I wanted to have a different welcoming of my 24th year here on earth. And so I went out, talked to some old acquaintances at the bar and saw some new pipz. I was feeling the moment of being a &lt;em&gt;nobody &lt;/em&gt;sitting on a chair in the middle of 183 listening to the music, watching people grinding with each other and trying to digest the number &lt;em&gt;24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Goodness, I'm 24 and my life is so fucking calm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I actually wrote a short entry while I was sitting on a chair at the bar, I asked for a pen and a paper because I couldn't contain it in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's my birthday today and people around me dancin',&lt;br /&gt;having fun -- it feels great looking at them right now. I'm feeling great. I&lt;br /&gt;like it. But nobody, except Jeeper, know that it's my birthday today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 24 and it feels unbelievably good to celebrate and&lt;br /&gt;open May-11 up in a place like this. I don't dance, I don't sing, but the music&lt;br /&gt;keeps me staying just feeling the moment. It's corny but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh by the way, Jeeper gave me CD's few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;He actually just knew that it's my birthday today. Hehehe.. He kept on asking me&lt;br /&gt;to sit in his booth but I wanted to be in the middle of the crowd so I asked him&lt;br /&gt;to give me the chance -- because it's my beerday baby. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is really nice. The night is young, three&lt;br /&gt;bottles down and I'm saving energy for more. Ahahaha.. :D"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeeper by the way is an old friend of mine. He's one of the coolest person I've known. ;) Thanks for the night Jeep. Like you, you know that. And thank you to DJ Froi as well for the ride. You both rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-430601445995285352?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/430601445995285352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=430601445995285352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/430601445995285352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/430601445995285352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-yhat.html' title='happy birthday yhat'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-86977212361730955</id><published>2008-05-09T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:07:33.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 63rd birthday Papa</title><content type='html'>I came back to my apartment from home this afternoon. I was supposed to be back last Tuesday but I don't know why and besides it kept raining when I was there. &lt;em&gt;Hindi pa 'ko gising umuulan na.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's birthday was well and enjoy. Everybody was there except Ate -- as always. My nieces and nephews came to our house to sing a happy-birthday song to Papa, sort of like &lt;em&gt;harana&lt;/em&gt; thing. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.. &lt;/em&gt;Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-86977212361730955?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/86977212361730955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=86977212361730955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/86977212361730955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/86977212361730955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-63rd-birthday-papa.html' title='happy 63rd birthday Papa'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-2022200024238285874</id><published>2008-05-03T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:53:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazed by the unbelieveble lightness of being hehehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I visited a friend who's girlfriend gave birth to a baby girl last April 24. The baby has an unofficial name of Amirah, it means queen in Latin &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;. yaGerald said &lt;em&gt;'wag ko nalang daw sabihin &lt;/em&gt;name &lt;em&gt;n'ya -- &lt;/em&gt;okay. &lt;em&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with &lt;a href="http://loreico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lei&lt;/a&gt; (a former college classmate slash shopping buddy of mine), we went to SanPedro Hospital this evening and later &lt;a href="http://acouchpotato.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alma&lt;/a&gt; joined us. Anyway, for like most of the time I was there, I kept looking at the baby and when I did -- she's as if an alien who landed from somewhere. She was so vulnerably looking thing, with those pinkish skin, lying on her crib. I actually happened to touch her for how many seconds and wow.. I can't imagine myself holding a human being like that. I feel like I'll squirm myself if I happen to carry her. She's so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations ya. :) May you have more babies to come. Shit happens, i know. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-2022200024238285874?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/2022200024238285874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=2022200024238285874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2022200024238285874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2022200024238285874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/05/amazed-by-unbelieveble-lightness-of.html' title='amazed by the unbelieveble lightness of being hehehe..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-3405738675579602217</id><published>2008-04-29T22:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:01:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>routine changed -- for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been mylotting for how many weeks now --an entire month I guess. I wanted to reach May's payout and indeed I had in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three days, I started drowsing in front of my computer when the evening starts. My early-evening hour is like a worker's morning log-in time in their offices. I don't know why, I take at least 6 hours of sleeping -- on my bed (you might probably think I'm sleeping in front of my monitor), I also eat -- well not in those customary meal time though but I eat good food when I do. But I fucking don't know why my brain and my eyes are trying to opposed me. I can't concentrate, I yawn more than a hundred times in a day, my keyboard and my mouse are now transfered to my pillow just in case &lt;em&gt;para deretso na. &lt;/em&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SBc8n-2ChCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4HpQPooJVok/s1600-h/novel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194687352777376802" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SBc8n-2ChCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4HpQPooJVok/s200/novel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the past three days, I did nothing but surf and read non sense stuff online. So I thought of going back to my usual favorite, most-boring, engrossing interest -- reading a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SBc77u2ChBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/1e6dYXSwcaY/s1600-h/novel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Few weeks ago, I dumped the other half content of Janet E.'s &lt;em&gt;Ten Big Ones &lt;/em&gt;under my pillow&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;I thought of finishing it three days ago but the story seems too familiar. It's not my habit to just dump another novel and take another one but I did it anyway. I searched for some Judith McNaught's available eBooks online and bingo, I downloaded &lt;em&gt;Remember When. &lt;/em&gt;I actually just finished reading it this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is nice and I like it but not nice as Perfect or Paradise or some other novels I read from her. But it's okay, hey it's Judith McNaught. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I post this entry, I'm going to look for &lt;em&gt;Double Standards. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-3405738675579602217?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/3405738675579602217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=3405738675579602217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/3405738675579602217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/3405738675579602217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/routine-changed-for-while.html' title='routine changed -- for a while'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SBc8n-2ChCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4HpQPooJVok/s72-c/novel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6433861677709815714</id><published>2008-04-19T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:32:46.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's good to be jobless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did a little shopping today. :) Jobless but shopping. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ate gave me few bucks the other day. She wanted me to go out, she's checking up on me from time to time actually asking what I wanted to do. Blah, blah, blah.. I said, &lt;em&gt;for now nothing&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe..&lt;/em&gt; I've been camping here in my room for almost over a week now. Never went farther than two blocks from my building actually (well except when I went home the other weekend) having the same routine e-very-day, eating the same meal, and talking to the same people. But I realized, I am not feeling bored doing all of this &lt;em&gt;kahit&lt;/em&gt; everyday &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; something missing &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt; and that I completely do not know what and how to fill it in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I bought some corporate attires and some whatever stuff. I thought I'd make use of the money for something I wanna do for the next few weeks. I'm going to look for a job (that's for sure) and I'm gonna be needing these kind of clothing style (..wishing it never existed in this planet). I'm happy I found on-sale stuff and in good fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, another problem solve. Next is my cellphone. I've been using Chikka services for more than two months now. At first, I kind of like it because, aside from my sister's text messages, I don't need to be bothered by some demanding and tempting messages I usually get. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That would be my next concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to my phone? Good question. To make the long story short -- don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6433861677709815714?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6433861677709815714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6433861677709815714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6433861677709815714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6433861677709815714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-good-to-be-jobless.html' title='it&apos;s good to be jobless'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-3735939142314413965</id><published>2008-04-14T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:16.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SAblSytX_LI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BI6Th6srsLI/s1600-h/eating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190087731603569842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="129" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SAblSytX_LI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BI6Th6srsLI/s200/eating.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went home last weekend, just visiting. Everybody was okay. My nephew and nieces were in my parent's house ev'ryday -- scavenging for food. Josh ate almost all my Brazo and doughnuts. Prince sleep all day in my room. Balong watched television the whole time and that left me doing nothing at all. That's all I do when I'm home -- &lt;em&gt;kain, tulog, tv&lt;/em&gt; -- and they all got it before me -- my Brazo, my pillow, and the remote. I brought a novel though but I didn't feel like reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PaMa asked how was my job hunting so far, I said okay. &lt;em&gt;Because I wasn't hunting at all&lt;/em&gt;. Ate called and she gave me a proposition regarding my desktop and I'm kind of thinking about it. It's a good deal actually. Can't reveal it for now because it might not push-through then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to come back to my apartment yesterday but it rained the whole day and my clothes were still wet. Yes, I brought my laundry home. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; used to do my laundry there since college. The laundry shop's rating is getting higher and Mama said why not bring my laundry home. Well actually my mother is always the one doing my laundry hehehe.. I always tell her I'll be the one to wash them the next morning. &lt;em&gt;As if I wake up in the morning. :D&lt;/em&gt; It's actually an empty statement. When I wake up, my clothes are all dry. Ahahaha.. Love my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-3735939142314413965?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/3735939142314413965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=3735939142314413965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/3735939142314413965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/3735939142314413965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-visit.html' title='home visit'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SAblSytX_LI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BI6Th6srsLI/s72-c/eating.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-7433908817981411522</id><published>2008-04-12T12:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:42:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had late lunch around 4 in the afternoon and decided to have my dinner as early as 7 I guess. After main meals, Bing2 and I had a little chatty moment in my room regarding my career-to-be and you bet.. There was nothing to talk much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After few hours I asked everybody who wants McDonalds? &lt;em&gt;Alam mo yung feeling na&lt;/em&gt; you're not that hungry but you wanted to eat something? Something you can't name. That's what I'm feeling standing in front of McDonalds' counter. It took me minutes to finally end up with chocolate fudge. But then the fudge wasn't that enough so we went to Chowking. This time I want Beef Chow Fan. I was actually with Bing2 and she bought the same thing. We decided to eat at the apartment because it's getting late. It turned out, &lt;em&gt;nang dumating kami ng&lt;/em&gt; building, the Chow Fan tasted no good. I was disappointed because I still want to eat something. &lt;em&gt;Haay, anu ba talaga?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if one of the hardest moment of my life. Minutes after, &lt;em&gt;nagyaya akong &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SAbZ3StX_JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TsZ8WXssX0Y/s1600-h/red+wine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190075164529261714" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 137px; height: 186px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SAbZ3StX_JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TsZ8WXssX0Y/s200/red+wine.JPG" width="138" border="0" height="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uminom&lt;/em&gt;. We were not allowed to bring liqour/alcohol inside the building but we do have a bottle of red wine, left over from a party. Though we prefer somethin' else but we tried the wine anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After my first shot I stopped. Shit, that wasn't what I wanted to drink. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SAbbEitX_KI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/85wvtyyJHsQ/s1600-h/food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190076491674156194" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 184px; height: 133px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SAbbEitX_KI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/85wvtyyJHsQ/s200/food.JPG" width="188" border="0" height="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haay, anu ba talaga?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt;Mayette came, brought some fries and spaghetti but I'm sure I don't like those. When the &lt;em&gt;balut&lt;/em&gt; vendor passed by, I thought of buying. We all went outside. And that was that. Enough. I had one &lt;em&gt;balut&lt;/em&gt; and no matter what else I wanted, I just took my mind off from food and started myLotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it just the food or what? I wanted something and I can't figure it out.. What does that make me like..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-7433908817981411522?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/7433908817981411522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=7433908817981411522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7433908817981411522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7433908817981411522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-extravaganza.html' title='food extravaganza'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/SAbZ3StX_JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TsZ8WXssX0Y/s72-c/red+wine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6455873030291500231</id><published>2008-04-11T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:25:35.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the sake of update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sitting here thinking what to say other than &lt;em&gt;I'm bored and I'm jobless and I'm depressed. &lt;/em&gt;For the past two days I haven't posted here, I was just here in my room anyway. My everyday routine is sleep around five in the morning, wakes up by lunch, sit in front of my desktop until around five in the morning again. That's how I live my life since college graduation. Well, I'm workin' on my earnings online day by day, changing my desktop wallpaper at least five times a day, eat more than five times a day and that's a must. Regarding my earnings, I'm maintaining four blogs now, clicking ads from nineteen different pay-to-click websites, and posting at myLot using two different accounts. These, at least, makes my everyday life productive without a real job. &lt;em&gt;Nagugulat ang mga tao dito if makita nila akong pumasok ng building, &lt;/em&gt;they would say &lt;em&gt;"Aba Joy, lumabas ka? Finally, naarawan kana today." &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(*sigh*)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Well, I changed my nailpolish into black last night. I'm trying to maintain one main meal in a day and have more than one mug intake of coffee in 24hours. Guess, that's a bit of an update then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6455873030291500231?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6455873030291500231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6455873030291500231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6455873030291500231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6455873030291500231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-sake-of-update.html' title='for the sake of update'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-2517559133272438047</id><published>2008-04-08T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:38:27.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antidepressant (generic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The clock's not working outside my room, my own clock's not working too and I have no idea what time was it when I woke up today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped off my bed after slouching for over an hour remembering I have an appointment in school today. Damn, what time was it? Sure thing I'm late again. It took me another hour (or so, I think) to make myself beautiful and slide out to my door. I came to school to get my diploma back because my favorite name was missing a letter and I can't sleep well because of that. I also did few things, I requested my official TOR, I passed my yearbook solicitation, requested a resume format and my graduation pictures. Thank goodness I brought my patience with me and decided to stay though I came in the registrar's office jampacked. It's all done, except that I have to go back for my TOR after God knows when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed for the exit when the urge to go somewhere hit me. Ten minutes after I was walking inside GS Ilustre. I look into some wool fabrics because I obviously needed them in times of interview. I was a little depressed of how it'll cost me if I buy today and so I dragged myself away from the textile section to shoes section. It caused more depression and I needed something. I wanna eat. No I just had my lunch. I wanna watch Bucketlist. Wait, it'll cost me two meals. I'm depressed and I'm not sure if I'm upset and I'm standing infront of the undergarments section like I'm in the middle of Jupiter contemplating whether to eat or watch the fucking Bucketlist. What should a person of no career, depressed, and having a hard time deciding between simple choices in the middle of Jupiter? Buy an underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, an underwear and a lingerie &lt;em&gt;nalang&lt;/em&gt; to make me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurts after an hour of walking because I'm wearing my wedge. So I went straight to the exit before I start arguing with myself again of what to do next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in my apartment around five in the afternoon feeling happier with my new undies. By the way, I bought a gray underwear with different colors of paws and Mickey Mouse prints on them. Ha. What else is more nicer than that huh? Anyway, I'm not so happy with my bra but it's black and I feel like my boobs are bigger than what I thought. :D And until now, the size of my breasts are still a mystery to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-2517559133272438047?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/2517559133272438047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=2517559133272438047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2517559133272438047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2517559133272438047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/antidepressant-generic.html' title='antidepressant (generic)'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-2066047645150097426</id><published>2008-04-07T01:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:33:08.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>''something"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While waiting for my legendary PC to load stuff, I grabbed a pen and a paper and started scribbling something that seems to me like -- 'something'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sort of get myself into stupid stuff. Like.. Like feeling in love. I remember the last person I had a huge crush on. I could still remember when was the very last time I had sex (with a man and completely human). And I still recall my last dinner invite as well. But I barely know now if I ever &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; love someone. &lt;em&gt;Naks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway highway, here's this 'something'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not a poem coming from an in love person though but something like letting go of someone you wanted to love but knowing it'll never work out if you'll push it through. I could dedicate this to a lot of men I came across from the past but I dedicate it only to 2254. Name withheld so everything's in peace. &lt;em&gt;Hehehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_kadxpR_1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/F7tcvhVaQ7g/s1600-h/edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186206004300349282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_ka4hpR_2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/wyqjjtNHodM/s320/edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said you want me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all I can do was look down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you could see it through my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll see me longing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that you don't really want me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the way I want you to want me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love someone else. You just want me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's nothing else I could do about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why you? Why now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no sense of asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong from the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very long time ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that deserves no-looking back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-2066047645150097426?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/2066047645150097426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=2066047645150097426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2066047645150097426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/2066047645150097426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-of-letting-go.html' title='&apos;&apos;something&quot;'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_ka4hpR_2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/wyqjjtNHodM/s72-c/edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-5836174304416461874</id><published>2008-04-05T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:44:01.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not only screwed but pitying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's Saturday and I deserve a night out because I'm free from whatever responsibility -- for now though."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was one of the things that came into my head when I was planning what else could I possibly be doing with my life aside from hibernating. But then again, for sure I'm going to head back to my parent's house or call 1-800-Ate the next day because I'm already penniless. So I'm here, self-pitying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Haaaay..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-5836174304416461874?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/5836174304416461874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=5836174304416461874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5836174304416461874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/5836174304416461874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-only-screwed-but-pitying.html' title='not only screwed but pitying'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-8513167174590741977</id><published>2008-04-03T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:16.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to last thesis task</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_e1jBpR_zI/AAAAAAAAAUY/iCuSx7WjsNs/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185813109282045746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_e1jBpR_zI/AAAAAAAAAUY/iCuSx7WjsNs/s200/i.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came to school this afternoon because I had no choice in the first place. We submitted 5 printed copies (thesis docu) for hard bound and I had to inspect it myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the last task I'm going to have for that damn thing, well except when I have to get my copy. Everything's settled then and finally we pursued our long time plan to treat sir X, we had dinner at Jo's. Sir Roy tagged along and treated him too, he's one of our panelist by the way. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to five more things to do in school and after that I have no idea what else could I make myself go out from my apartment. I've been here most of the time since I came back from an after-grad home vacation -- enjoying all the time in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-8513167174590741977?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/8513167174590741977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=8513167174590741977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/8513167174590741977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/8513167174590741977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/down-to-last-thesis-task.html' title='Down to last thesis task'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_e1jBpR_zI/AAAAAAAAAUY/iCuSx7WjsNs/s72-c/i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-3976229775255427460</id><published>2008-04-02T19:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:30:33.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration over Red Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were to print our thesis document today but I came early afternoon at school and Jopalz was already out doing some errands. So what I did, I took an advantage clicking my ads from 15 PTC sites of mine. HAH.. That's my sorry ass doing currently since I don't have a job yet. Clicking my ads using school's property is a thousand times amazing because their units are a thousand times faster than mine. Ahahaha.. No job, no money, bum life with a nineteen-forgotten-year-old PC. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my thesis buddies (&lt;a href="http://www.kritix.blogsome.com/"&gt;Karl&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.jopalsonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jopalz&lt;/a&gt;) did buzz me for like a gazillion times the whole night but I wasn't online until around 10pm. They wanted me to go to Karl's place to print the document but I reasoned out that I can't go there because of this and that, chuva leches and all that. They offered me McDonalds, Jollibee, Frenzy, Red horse, Free fare.. Guys, if you then offered me a free ticket to NoWhereLand, I'd come in less than 30minutes. And so I won, as always. (*grinning*) I stayed in my room and they printed all of it without me. Well I was actually crossing my fingers during those hours because they were drinking while printing and I was just hoping they're printing the right files. Hihihi.. Ironically, I was the one who mess up because I sent chapters with wrong margins, wrong Acknowledgement, wrong certificate, etc., etc. Ahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway again, while in the middle of sending them files, something bad situation came up. Jaja, my friend from the building felt bad and she wanted to go to the hospital. I, C_ _ r_y Joy Abe, good citizen of Lorenzo building offered to go to the hospital. PS: I'm not asking you to guess what's those missing letters of my first name. I just hate mentioning it, that's all. Anyway, together with my mates in the building, ateMayette, &lt;a href="http://www.asiandramalyrics.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adie&lt;/a&gt;, and Bing2, we all went to the hospital. My valid reasons why I went there though I hate to see people with wounds and knowing that dead people has special place in a hospital (though I'm not confirmed with that yet) is that, I wanted an inspiration and it's going to be unique this time. A hospital. Minutes of waiting became hours and I started to feel regression why I chose hospital as a place to get inspired. Wrong choice, tell you the truth. Especially if there's no living cute patient or doctor walking around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to get a semi-private room for Jaja after forty-eight thousand years of waiting and finally took her in between 1-2 in the morning. We were kind of like hesitating of who will take good care of her through the night since her parents is not yet around. AteMayette, enlightened by an angel, took the responsibility. I can't because I left my thesis buddies hanging onto my sending of our Chapter 3 which probably by the time we were deciding of who will sleep with Jaja, they're also planning for my assassination 'cause I told them I'll be back in an hour and it's super more than an hour by then. Hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to our place nearly 4 and I had more than ten BUZZes and more than ten same messages (MSG: a&lt;em&gt;sa na ang&lt;/em&gt; chapter 3..). No death threat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's &lt;em&gt;ang hindi mawawalang&lt;/em&gt; picture taking between life and death. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_ek8BpR_wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dqZFntxxXSs/s1600-h/IMG0180A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_ek8BpR_wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dqZFntxxXSs/s1600-h/IMG0180A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_ek8BpR_wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dqZFntxxXSs/s1600-h/IMG0180A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185794847081103106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_ek8BpR_wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dqZFntxxXSs/s320/IMG0180A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;I had my admiration towards dextrose since&lt;br /&gt;I was a kid. Here, I desperately needed one.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185794237195747058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_ekYhpR_vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rkYz1g6249s/s400/IMG0184A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinagdiskitahan pati &lt;/em&gt;name tag.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_eltBpR_xI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0UUc--j7Adk/s1600-h/IMG0182A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185795688894693138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_eltBpR_xI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0UUc--j7Adk/s320/IMG0182A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;That's Jaja on the left. In&lt;br /&gt;the state of whatever she was really feeling that time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-3976229775255427460?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/3976229775255427460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=3976229775255427460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/3976229775255427460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/3976229775255427460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/04/inspiration-over-red-horse.html' title='Inspiration over Red Horse'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R_ek8BpR_wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dqZFntxxXSs/s72-c/IMG0180A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-6023157103367294969</id><published>2008-03-31T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:05:32.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week since..</title><content type='html'>One week since my graduation. One week since I started memorizing tv commercials. One week since I did nothing but bum all day. One entire damn week since I don't have an allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-6023157103367294969?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/6023157103367294969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=6023157103367294969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6023157103367294969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/6023157103367294969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-week-since.html' title='One week since..'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392618198529762649.post-7517569756831904761</id><published>2008-03-29T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:17.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my fourth public blog. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R-43GhpR_sI/AAAAAAAAATg/DEhG3cod6l0/s1600-h/FILE0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183140806400278210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R-43GhpR_sI/AAAAAAAAATg/DEhG3cod6l0/s200/FILE0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello everyone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I created this blog as I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say goodbye to being a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;student and as I welcome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world of jobless people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need something to view &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the update of my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to-be-screwed life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, this is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392618198529762649-7517569756831904761?l=thamarker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/feeds/7517569756831904761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392618198529762649&amp;postID=7517569756831904761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7517569756831904761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392618198529762649/posts/default/7517569756831904761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thamarker.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-to-my-fourth-public-blog.html' title='Welcome to my fourth public blog. :)'/><author><name>joe.young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256518199790928245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R5rwtAp1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfgrEUIAAxo/S220/wrong+light.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q5b8xooq-x8/R-43GhpR_sI/AAAAAAAAATg/DEhG3cod6l0/s72-c/FILE0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
