<?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-6537972785906219190</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:24:46.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mapi*s taffy corner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1888535465339025762</id><published>2009-02-22T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:34:49.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE MOVED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI GUYS. I HAVE A NEW BLOG. I'VE MOVED HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://beautifulnightmare18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS!&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/6537972785906219190-1888535465339025762?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1888535465339025762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1888535465339025762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1888535465339025762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1888535465339025762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;VE MOVED!'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-2752382033707400129</id><published>2008-05-05T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:58:22.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanderlust forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi. im inviting all of my blog friends in my forum.&lt;br /&gt;feel free to register and join.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, im conducting a contest which is bring a friend.&lt;br /&gt;hope you can join the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for more information visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wanderlustforums.co.nr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be waiting for you guys. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mapi&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/6537972785906219190-2752382033707400129?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2752382033707400129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2752382033707400129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2752382033707400129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2752382033707400129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/05/wanderlust-forum.html' title='wanderlust forum'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-6155325266727241101</id><published>2008-05-02T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:04.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let me get the straight first okay? i'm no fashion expert i just find a couple of celebrity photos that i'm sure you guys would agree that it IS a disaster and funny. hehe. here are the photos. help yourselves. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrPpX-fYJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pGcFA-sfGGc/s1600-h/8980_7715186774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrPpX-fYJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pGcFA-sfGGc/s320/8980_7715186774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195693429842993298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im no fan of the olsen twins but i find this picture very disturbing considering she looks like a zombie. gives me the creeps! x[ anway, i dont know who is who and i don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrUE3-fYNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zJvz2axY--I/s1600-h/olsen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrUE3-fYNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zJvz2axY--I/s320/olsen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195698300335907026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another one. an oversized rockstar jacket with matching orange shades.&lt;br /&gt;now she's a wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrPpn-fYKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_fSoyHFgJbY/s1600-h/8826_8329856403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrPpn-fYKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_fSoyHFgJbY/s320/8826_8329856403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195693434137960610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow! having a baby makes someone look "losyang". haha! look at the hair. mahangin ba sa labas? hahahahaha! x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrQxn-fYLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tgpV4YOYrfo/s1600-h/kirstendunst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrQxn-fYLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tgpV4YOYrfo/s320/kirstendunst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195694671088541874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this look uberly plain on kirsten dunst. too much of beige! lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrRX3-fYMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hrx29Ri52OI/s1600-h/jessica+simpson-popping+out+of+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrRX3-fYMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hrx29Ri52OI/s320/jessica+simpson-popping+out+of+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195695328218538178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about jessica simpson's dress but the boobs. parang malalaglag na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrUE3-fYOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zTg1u6gSQ2c/s1600-h/victoria.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrUE3-fYOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zTg1u6gSQ2c/s320/victoria.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195698300335907042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhm. victoria looks like she's wearing a green patched up curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrV5X-fYPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UpXy2NdHTjw/s1600-h/keira-fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrV5X-fYPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UpXy2NdHTjw/s320/keira-fd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195700301790666994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is certified no boobs. she look like hercules in this dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrXln-fYQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mTzp0AQafDU/s1600-h/gstefani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrXln-fYQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mTzp0AQafDU/s320/gstefani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195702161511506178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's in currently experiencing hypothermia right now. bbbbrr!&lt;br /&gt;its gwen stefani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hehe. hope you guys had fin reading my entry as of today because i did. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-6155325266727241101?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/6155325266727241101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=6155325266727241101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6155325266727241101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6155325266727241101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/05/fashion-disaster.html' title='fashion disaster'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/SBrPpX-fYJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pGcFA-sfGGc/s72-c/8980_7715186774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-2113520425314817640</id><published>2008-04-30T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T05:03:52.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hospital blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the long wait is over! hehe. im finally have time to update. HOORAY! i missed my blog friends. hope you missed me too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's up with me lately? why didn't i update earlier? uhhhm. my dad was hospitalized for the past few days due to diabetes. he had an injured infected inflamed foot which would explain why he lost his weight and appetite. we were all worried because the legs are most fragile when it comes to diabetic people. if not careful, it could lead to blood poisoning or the leg being amputated instead if left untreated. good thing, my ate ching called us and offered financial help. she sent us money and supported us all the way. a blessing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my stay and me being the bantay of dad, it was hard. i haven't had enough sleep because&lt;br /&gt;1) the nurses checks dad every now and then&lt;br /&gt;2) the aircon was too cold ( hindi ako sanay) thus resulted to me having cold&lt;br /&gt;3) dad keeps bugging me whenever he wants to pee, eat and tell me errands like buying drinks news papers etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it also had advantages too like&lt;br /&gt;1) i can watch cable (hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;2) i can eat or drink whenever and whatever i want&lt;br /&gt;3) i slouch on the couch all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad was very emotional during his stay. all of a sudden he cries then he refused some of the medications. he also wanted stuff that are very much bawal like sweets. he didn't have sleep too. he complain a lot about having difficulty pooping, his hand and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also pissed whenever mom comes to visit. she keeps making &lt;i&gt;reklamo at hindi nya inaasikaso si daddy.&lt;/i&gt; she just sleeps in my bed. i can understand if she's tired but can she at least be a dear and take care of dad for a few hours of the visit. if she's not feeling well, it's okay and she should rest at home. she also kept saying that we should have a medical ward instead of a private room. why making &lt;i&gt;tipid&lt;/i&gt; when we know that we do have financial assistance  it eh? im not saying that we should abused that but what im pointing in here is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hindi materyal na bagay ang kalusugan! kung hindi iingatan yan, hindi na maibabalik yung mga mawawala. hindi naman ikayayaman ng isang tao kung bibigyan sya ng tamang gamot, pag aalaga at pag aaruga ng mga taong espesyalista. matanda na si daddy at napakahirap kung may kasama pa kami sa iisang kwarto."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor also advised us that we should be in private because the condition of his foot is sensitive and can get infected if exposed to other people as well in a medical ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough about the ranting. after his stay at the hospital the doctor said that he's okay to go. his foot improved well for the treatment and he got out today. he will go back for check ups and needed added medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to add and make this entry longer i just want to share my two cents regarding Vicente Sotto Memorial Medical Center Canister Scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we seek medical attention in medical centers and hospital in order to get well for our ailments. we want to be treated, taken care off and be cured for the diseases that we suffer from but what if something goes wrong? the scandal is about a gay guy seeking medical attention because unfortunately after having sex, a bottle of perfume got stuck in this rectum. after the successful operation, i guess he was relieved but someone said that a video containing the operation was posted on youtube. poor guy. after paying for the hospital bill, he also paid by being a specimen, an object of ridicule and of course a subject of laughter. and more over, the doctors and nurses were not satisfies, they had to share it to the world. post it on you tube. i was lucky enough to find and watch it. as i sign of respect, i did not post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my opinion, i did not find it funny nor entertaining. i feel for the guy having to go through the torment of having a heart of a woman then being trapped in a man's body. we say that gays are accepted in our society but what does this video show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cases like these are confidential and should be disclosed for the persons involved. i read about something called med ethics which states that patients should be well taken care off and respected because the pay for the services of the said treatments or medications.&lt;br /&gt;the loud sound of the cheering, shouting and laughing from the video made it clear that they forgot the oath they swore when they were about to become doctors and nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are unprofessional and they do not deserve to keep their license. they should be punished to the full extent of the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, we were once a punchline in some show where in our medical institutions are being questioned or mocked. this video proves what that statement meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a priest comments and says its partly the guy's fault. okay, sure, yes. but i still find it absurd that just because the guy is gay, he paid more than he asked for. so much for the church's teaching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"love your neighbor"&lt;/span&gt;. instead of investigating, solving and making sure that this will never happen again, someone tolerates this kind of behavior. comment suggests that because somebody made a mistake it's a ground to violated his right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex is a normal thing. we have sexual desires and sexual drive. in addition, that does not exclude priests or nuns. who knows what they do to suppress their needs when it comes to this particular topic. i mean, who knows what they do inside the seminaries, church or convents when somebody is not looking around. pray? the lamest excuse. i do not totally believe that. after all, news like a priest raping a nun, molesting a confectioner inside a church, convent or having a child is not new. scandals that are not different from this guy's case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether he has sinned or not in having sex with the same sex, its not our business; gives us a right to mock him or more over reject him as a living individual that deserves an equal right just like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;equality and freedom of expression as well as respect.&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard to give?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;mapi&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-2113520425314817640?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2113520425314817640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2113520425314817640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2113520425314817640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2113520425314817640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/04/hospital-blues.html' title='hospital blues'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-2568826963739463416</id><published>2008-04-18T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:00:50.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up with me lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so busy during the past few days (or was it weeks? hehe.) which would explain why i haven't been updating as much as i used too. i've been working  (for my mom as usual)  my ass off. this time it's not a computer shop i'm handling but a small drinking place. yes. we own it again. we are not fucking mayaman! if we were, i wont work okay? as a HRM student, its an added credential because it's my field however it's not what you think it is. it's a small time business and it's not really an establishment so let me get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON'T LOVE MY JOB! I HATE IT! X[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a couple of reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i'm not used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) i don't like serving liquor to tricycle drivers and alcoholic maniacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) i hate being asked, talked or kulit by customers with my cellphone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) i hate the looks of the drunk people! gives me the creeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) i get paid really really really cheap! 100 a day and i work from 3pm until wee hours of the morning like 2am. stress! and more stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of the moment, i really don't have a choice because my mom needs my help. sort off like support. i already started applying on new jobs and have several interviews coming so i hope this won't take long. wish me luck OKAY? badly need it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what job? i won't announce it yet. haha! i'll blog about it later on. anyway, to all of my blog friends; bear with me. i would also like to apologize if i don't update or leave comments.&lt;br /&gt;a little consideration and loving please! :)&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. i wont go on hiatus. just enjoy your summer guys! ill try to keep in touch okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mapi&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/6537972785906219190-2568826963739463416?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2568826963739463416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2568826963739463416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2568826963739463416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2568826963739463416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-up-with-me-lately.html' title='what&apos;s up with me lately'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-4068426840803308152</id><published>2008-04-11T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T03:09:01.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mistakes and failures are common, bound to happen. we are humans, prone to errors. an obvious truth. however, i do not agree that we should abuse this. more over, making excuses just to justify our actions or misbehaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh kasi mahirap lang kami"&lt;br /&gt;"eh kasi bobo po ako"&lt;br /&gt;"may kapansanan po kasi ako"&lt;br /&gt;"panget po kasi ako"&lt;br /&gt;"mas magaling po sya"&lt;br /&gt;"kasi broken family po kami"&lt;br /&gt;"wala po kasi akong nanay at tatay"&lt;br /&gt;"tao lang ako, nagkakamali"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most common excuses. i do admit i have once uttered one or two of these phrases and i resent having to do so. yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we cannot be perfect BUT we can try and strive to be one. &lt;/span&gt;use the mistakes and failures to stand and try once again. never to repeat and do the exact same thing over. learn. we are given trials and challenges not to make us weak but make us stronger for the future. there are lots of room for improvement may it be old or young. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life is a journey and as long as we breathe, its never too late to correct whatever we have done in the past. everyday is a new start and a new beginning for all of us. hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes for those who are smart, intelligent, rich or have high disposition in life. just because you possess or your better does not give any one a right to hurt and be nasty to other people. don't use it as an excuse or rather abuse those just to do whatever you want regardless of whether it is right or wrong. its purely immature and unethical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6537972785906219190-4068426840803308152?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3238250754089242848</id><published>2008-04-07T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:05.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decided to change my layout to a simple one. hehe. hope you guys like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MONTHSARY DHIE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year and four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAI LOVE YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R_n0yAZqUpI/AAAAAAAAAII/XB7wh6xCwFE/s1600-h/DSC03105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R_n0yAZqUpI/AAAAAAAAAII/XB7wh6xCwFE/s320/DSC03105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186445585832104594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R_n0yQZqUqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1JWVTO7zhZo/s1600-h/DSC03106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R_n0yQZqUqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1JWVTO7zhZo/s320/DSC03106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186445590127071906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R_n0yQZqUrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b6GHijOfvIA/s1600-h/DSC03108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R_n0yQZqUrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b6GHijOfvIA/s320/DSC03108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186445590127071922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R_n0ywZqUsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ExpwcwVr72Q/s1600-h/DSC03098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R_n0ywZqUsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ExpwcwVr72Q/s320/DSC03098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186445598717006530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HINDI ITO PEKE AT DI KAMI NAG KUKUNWARI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(di tulad ng iba dyan. TSUK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-3238250754089242848?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3238250754089242848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3238250754089242848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3238250754089242848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3238250754089242848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R_n0yAZqUpI/AAAAAAAAAII/XB7wh6xCwFE/s72-c/DSC03105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-6057900709077585145</id><published>2008-04-03T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:43:55.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. nabasa ko lang. share!&lt;br /&gt;ganda eh.&lt;br /&gt;galing sa -&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.com/jedoneseventhree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pag nagsusulat ako. kadalasan, tungkol sa uso. o  kung hindi man uso, sa isang usaping alam ng karamihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sinusubukan kong gawin ang mga sinusulat ko sa  paraan kung saan maiintindihan at mas makukuha ng mga tao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ngayon, may uso nanaman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yung Friendster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nakita niyo nang parating to no? nung bago yung  layout ng site ko at kinalat ko sa mga tao, ang unang sinabi nung iba sakin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"sulat ka tungkol sa friendster!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;shempre ang sasabihin ko naman: "oo nga e, yun na  yung susunod na gagawin ko.. heh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kaya ito, ginawa ko nga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nung simula palang, hindi na ako excited masyado  sa friendster na to.. pinaguusapan to ng mga tao sa downs dati, tapos sila,  sobrang excited na excited habang pinaguusapan kung sino yung mga "friendsters"  nila.. tapos wala lang.. hindi ko binigyang pansin kasi mukhang hindi naman siya  talaga deserving ng pansin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nakakuha ako ng email galing kay jella na  nagiinvite sakin para sumali sa friendster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;binasa ko yung intro nung email.. tapos wala..  hinayaan ko nalang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kinabukasan, nakakuha ako ng isa pang email na  galing naman kay rayms.. friendster daw.. kaya yon.. sige.. tinignan ko kung ano  ba tong friendster na to, at bakit pati si ramys nasama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nagpapafill up ang friendster sa akin ng  impormasyon.. kung anong gusto ko, anong gusto kong libro, musika, pelikula..  lahat.. at dahil nandito na rin naman ako, binanatan ko na ng mga seryosong  sagot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ayon ako, nagffriendster.. naghahanap ng mga  maidadagdag pa sa listahan ko.. 2 friends ang simula ko, kawawa naman ako,  parang wala akong kaibigan.. naghanap hanap ako ng mga tao, at ayon.. nakahanap  naman ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;habang nagdadagdag ako ng mga kaibigan.. ang  naiisip ko.. "uh, ok.. nagdadagdag ako ng mga tao..... ang saya..... wow.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;so kala ko wala lang diba? parang, paprofile  profile lang.. "nothing worth being excited about"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pero, bakit ganon?! WOW! anong nangyayari?!?  BAKIT GANON!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kaliwa't kanan, taas baba.. FRIENDSTER ang  bumubulaga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;FRIENDSTER AMPUTA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;naririnig rinig ko rin na NAAADIK ang mga tao sa  friendster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;taenang yan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hindi ko talaga makita kung pano ka pwedeng  maadik sa ganon ka walang kwentang bagay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ano to? naadik ka sa kakalagay ng pictures at  info? naadik ka sa kakalagay ng mga kaibigan sa listahan? naadik ka ba sa  kakahunting ng crush mo? naadik ka ba kakastalk ng mga minamanyak mo? naadik ka  ba sa kakahanap ng kaibigang pwedeng makilala? HA? WTF!? anong ikakaadik don sa  taenang yon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hindi dahil sobrang sikat ang friendster kaya  ayaw ko na.. hindi dahil ang daming tao nang may gusto, ako humihiwalay para  astig ako kasi kakaiba ako.. pero ang pointless lang talaga e? bat ka maaadik  don? bakit ka hindi makakaaral dahil lang nagffriendster ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nakikita niyo ba kung bakit ang pointless non?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ang pinakamalapit ko nang nakikita sa friendster,  yung pagchachat.. mejo mas maayos lang ang friendster kasi may ready profile at  picture na, pero yung pagiinteract don, sobrang bagal dahil email based, kung  hindi man, sa chat rin o sa YM mauuwi yung usapan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ayon.. kasali parin ako ng friendster.. at habang  nandon ako.. ang dami kong napansing pwedeng, "iexploit"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ang unang kapansin pansing ginagawa ng mga tao,  ay yung pagpaparami ng mga tao sa listahan nila.. mga taong kakilala nila, mga  taong napakilala sa kanila at mga taong HINDI nila kilala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;wala lang, may contest ba sa friendster na  paramihan ng mga kaibigan? naguunahan ba sila sa 500? makakakuha ka pa ng isang  milyon pag naka-500 ka nang friends sa listahan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pota, hindi naman a? so anong point non?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yun na ba ang cool sa mga kabataan ngayon?  paunahang makaabot sa 500 at paramihan ng accounts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;wow, ang babaw naman non.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ok lang siguro kung puro kakilala nila yung mga  inaadd nila e.. pero ganon ba yung nangyayari? hindi! add lang ng add! kung  maganda o gwapo yung taong nasa picture, puta add agad! pampapogi rin yon ng  friendster list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nung bago yung friendster, yung mga kaibigan ng  mga kaibigan ko, inaadd ako.. hindi ko talaga malaman kung anong dahilan ng pag-add  nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kadalasan, ganito yung mga sagot ko:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) uh, hindi ako yung sa tingin  mong kakilala mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2) kilala ba kita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3) sorry a, pero ayokong mag-add  ng mga taong hindi ko naman personally na kakilala e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4) wala akong balak  makipagtextmate sayo pare, hindi ako naghahanap ng lalakeng karelasyon. hindi  ako bakla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kadalasan, automatic na yung pagwithdraw nila,  minsan ako pa yung magrereject. minsan sumasagot pa.. sa dami ng nareject ko,  madami na rin akong nakuhang violent reactions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) ndi tlga ikw yng kakla2x ko!  wla meng supladong kakila2x!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2) hindi mo ako kilala? your  loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3) FEELING MO GAGO! KALA MO KUNG  SINO KA! DAPAT MAGADD KA NG MGA TAO KASI ANG KONTI NG MGA TAONG NASA LISTAHAN  MO! GAGO! MAMATAY KA NA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4) cge na pwease? SOT tayo, hot  na hot na me. im tall sexy and very gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;taena nga namang banat yan o. di ko alam kung  baket may mga taong ganyan. wala naman silang karapatan magalit, kasi kaya nga  may approve/reject feature yon, para free kang tumanggap at magreject ng mga  taong naga-add sayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ano, diba? kung hindi niyo napapansin, may  message bago ka magadd ng tao, nakalagay don, dapat sigurado kang kaibigan mo  yung tao bago mo iadd. pero nasusunod ba yon? hindi rin e. add lang ng add mga  tao. kahit di nila kilala, basta ma-add lang. tancha ko, hindi man lang  magagalaw yung account na yon ulet. di man lang magmemessage kung baket siya  naga-add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;isa pa sa mga kinaaaliwan ng mga tao sa  friendster ay ang "testimonials".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;bago pa lang nag friendster noon, yung mga tao  excited na excited talaga sa mga pinaggagagawa nila. ang daming nagmemessage  sakin ng: "uy gawan mo naman ako ng testimonial. pag ginawan mo ako, gagawan  kita."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ano ba naman yan. humingi ng papuri. kulang ba  ang pansin ng mga tao sa bahay kaya humihingi sila sa net?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;at para saang purpose nila ginagawa to? para lang  ba sa kanila? hindi rin e. malamang, ginagawa ang testimonial testimonial na to  para maipagsigawan sa mundo ang mga magagandang traits nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ang testimonial ay parang palanca na pinapabasa  mo sa lahat ng mga tao. ang palanca na dapat sa iyo lang, dinidisplay mo sa net  para makita ng buong mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung mapapansin niyo rin, kadalasan sa mga  testimonials ay may format na sinusunod. parang ang olats na talaga e. parang  ang supot na talaga. tipong nagsulat nalang ng testimonial for the heck of  writing it. hindi na dahil gusto, pero dahil obligado. ito ang mga mapapansin  niyo sa kanila:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) testimonials na nagsisimula sa  pangalan sa porma ng patanong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;example: si brando? ah si brando astig yan!  mabait yang tao at mahilig sa tsiks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2) testimonials na inuunahan ng  negative comment, tapos babawiin sa may gitna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;example: skwater tong taong to. putangina nitong  hayop na to, mamatay na siya. wala siyang kwentang tao. magnanakaw na, ang lakas  pa ng putok. sobrang itim niya dahil sa libag niya sa katawan. siguro kung  naligo yung sa lamesa dam, kailangan nang itapon lahat ng tubig don dahil sobra  nang contaminated ang tubig. JOKE LANG! seriously, astig tong taong to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3) testimonials na nagbibigay ng  background kung paano sila nagkakilala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;example: nakilala ko si romualdo sa chico. parati  siyang sumasayaw-sayaw don na hubo't hubad. kaya nung isang araw na sumasayaw  siya, binigyan ko siya ng damit para isuot niya. kaya lang yung bouncer don,  kala DOM ako.. kaya yon.. pinalabas ako. sinundan ako ni rimualdo para ibalik  yung mga damit na binigay ko sa kanya, nagshare kami ng yosi at mula non, naging  matalik na kaming magboypren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4) testimonials na nagsasabi ng  negative first impression sabay biglang positive na sa huli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;example: nung una kong nakilala tong babaeng to,  kala ko pokpok siya at wala siyang alam sa buhay kundi mangleech ng pera sa mga  mayayamang panget. hindi pala siya ganon. kahit pala sa mga mayayamang gwapo  ginagawa niya yon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yan ang kadalasang format ng testimonials. pag  may humihingi sa aking ng testimonial, sinasabi ko sa kanya na: "chong, di  hinihingi yon, pero kung magpupumilit ka, babanatan kita ng generic na  testimonial."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;aba, pumapayag naman, inaapprove yung testimonial  ko kahit walang kwenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ang isa pang nakakaburat sa friendster, yung mga  surveys. taena. di ko lang alam a, nung nagchecheck ako ng friendster, puta,  araw araw nalang may bagong survey. hindi ko alam kung baket.. para bang tuwang  tuwa yung mga tao na may friendster kaya send sila ng send ng surveys na ganon.  taena, di ko nga alam kung anong use ng ginagawa nilang yon e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;survey suvey.. sagot naman ng sagot mga tao..  kahit 100+ na tanong sa isang survey lang, puta sagot parin! tapos forward ng  forward naman yung mga tao! kahit walang kakwenta kwentang survey, basta lang  survey, forward agad! kung nakatayo sa harap ko yon sasabihin ko don "TAENA PARE  BUMILI KA NAMAN NG BUHAY! masaya ka na ba jan sa ginagawa mo? NAGSASPAM KA NG  BOARD KO HINAYUPAK KA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nakikita niyo ba yung friendster accounts na "Chinita"  o "Pinay Beauties" o "Cerified Pinay Beauty" at kung ano ano pa? taena, ang  daming ganon. hindi ko alam kung baket add ng mga add yung mga tao sa mga ganon.  taena, baka kung sinong manyak lang na sira ulo yung gumagawa non at add ng mga  add ng mga babaeng maganda sa pictures nila. ang pointless talaga non e. nauso  ng sobra at lahat gumawa na. ano, kung part ka ng grupong yon, maganda ka na?  yun na ba yon? taenang yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung hindi niyo rin napapansin, ang friendster ay  napupuno ng mga batang pinoy. baka hindi niyo alam, pero dapat 18 ka bago  makasali sa friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;may mga taong mas bata pa sa 15 na may friendster  na. at wow, ang dami niyang mga kaibigan. hindi ko talaga alam kung baket ang  special ng friendster. baket ba pati yung mga hindi dapat na nandoon, nandon na  rin? ano, nakikiuso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yun na nga yon siguro. nahpye up ng sobra ang  friendster at naging uso. kung hindi ka friendster, hindi ka in. kung may  nagtanong sayo na "uy, may friendster ka ba?" dapat masasagot mo ng "oo", kasi  kung hindi, mabibigyan ka ng tingin na "puta ang jologs mo lumayo ka sakin, laos  ka na"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kahit para sa akin, walang masyadong kwenta ang  friendster at isa lang tong malaking kasayangan sa oras kung 30 minuto o mas  marami pa ang ginagastos mo para lang dito, alam ko naman na mayroon rin itong  mga magagandang nagagawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) nakoconnect ka sa mga long lost friends mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;marami sa atin ang nagkakalimutan na. ang  friendster ay isa sa mga surefire ways para magkausap usap kayo ulet. malaking  tulong nga naman. tapos minsan, may mga tao pang naliligaw na.. parang yung  crush ko nung kindergarden.. ang alam ko, APPLE yung nickname niya. pero di ko  na alam yung last. taena badtrip talaga o. gusto ko siyang hanapin ulet e. alam  mo yon? para lang malaman kung kamusta na siya at kung ano nang nangyayari sa  buhay niya. hindi naman necessary na maging girlfriend ko siya o ano, pero wala  lang.. gusto ko lang malaman kung ano nang nangyari sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pwede ring may mga kaibigan kang pumunta nang  states o south africa o ano.. pag may friendster makoconnect kayo (kahit may  email naman at Yahoo! Messenger at IRC.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2) mas madaling mangstalk ng tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;so ayan, may crush ka. ang alam mo lang sa kanya,  first at last name. di mo alam kung san nakatira, kung sino mga kaibigan.. basta..  wala ka talagang alam sa kanya kundi pangalan niya at mukha niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;dahil may friendster na, napakadali nang  mangstalk. dahil ito dun sa info na nilalagay ng mga tao. di mo na kelangan  maghanap ngayon ng kakilala niya para lang malaman kung ano yung mga gusto niya.  maglologin ka lang, tapos magsesearch, tapos yun na yon. taenang yan. kumpleto.  may testimonials pa! mas maraming information!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;galing no? stalkers paradise talaga yang  friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3) ok magadvertise sa friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yung isang ok na feature ng friendster, yung  bulletin boards. ang dali lang kasing magadvertise don.. kung may gusto kang  ibenta, bilin, gaguhin, murahin, magpromote, humingi ng prayer rally, gumawa ng  rally, gumawa ng strike, magpaabot ng balita sa maraing tao, ideclare sa mundo  na bakla ka, sabihin sa mga taong magpapakamatay ka na.. effective talaga yon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung kulang ka rin sa pansin, post ka lang don,  malamang makakakuha ka rin ng pansin mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yang friendster na yan, parang link-tv ng upper  classes: sayang sa oras, kuryente at pera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sa mga kaibigan ko talaga, kaunti lang yung  nagsimula ng friendster accounts.. yung ibang nagsimula na, dinelete rin dahil  nakita nila na walang kwenta naman ito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung naghahanap ka ng karelasyon at talagang  seryoso ka sa paghahanap pero hindi mo kayang makipagusap sa personal, frienster  ang sagot sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung nawala ka na sa piling ng mga kaibigan mo at  gusto mo silang mabalik sa buhay mo, mapachildhood friends man o ano, firendster  ang sagot sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung isa kang psychotic stalker na sobrang  obsessed sa isang taong kahit kailan hindi mo malalapitan, friendster ang sagot  sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung isa kang pakyut na tao na gusto mong  lubus-lubusin ang pagshoshots, friendster ang sagot sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung wala kang kaibigan pero gusto mo ring  maramdaman ang nararamdaman ng mga taong sikat, friendster ang sagot sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung isa kang geek na hindi mo talaga kayang  makipaginteract sa mga tao in real time (kahit sa chat) pero gusto mo parin  makakausap ng babae o masabing "kaibigan" mo sila, friendster ang sagot sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung walang silbe ang buhay mo, wala kang trabaho,  hindi ka nagaaral, wala kang ginagawa at wala kang balak gawin, friendster ang  sagot sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung mahilig kang sumabay sa uso, friendster ang  sagot sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung naaaliw kang magadd ng mga taong hindi mo  kakilala sa FRIENDS LIST mo, friendster ang sagot sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung sa tingin mo hindi ka makakahanap ng mga  babae o lalakeng ganon kagaganda o kagwapo, friendster ang sagot sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kung natutuwa ka sa kakatingin ng pictures ng mga  taong hindi mo kilala at info nila, mapalalake man o babae, friendster ang sagot  sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pero kung hindi, iwasan mo ang friendster kahit  na ano pang mangyari dahil wala talagang kwenta to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"to each, his own."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hindi ko sinasabing skwater lahat ang may gusto  ng friendster, ang sinasabi ko lang, para sa akin, walang kakwenta kwenta ang  friendster at hindi to dapat kasayangan ng oras at pera. walang rason para  maadik dito o malulon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;!-- text below generated by server. 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The movement is being generated on message boards and social networking sites by non-emo youth who highly dislike like the emo look and attitude.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.laweekly.com/ladaily/letter-from-mexico-city/more-on-the-emo-attacks-in-mex/"&gt;L.A. Weekly&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;In Mexico, emo culture is a butt of many jokes. It is either despised intensely or generally ignored. But it’s only the despising sentiment that lately has been getting wide airply. In the above clip, a Televisa on-air personality named Kristoff expresses a serious dose of anti-emo rhetoric and switches to English to say, on network television, “Fucking bullshit” to the emo movement.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.statesman.com/blogs/content/shared-gen/blogs/austin/mexico/entries/2008/03/20/emos_under_attack.html"&gt;Austin American Statesman&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Emos have begun to fight back, organizing marches in Guadalajara and Mexico City. And voices have begun appearing warning of a creeping intolerance in Mexican society. Gilberto Rincan Gallardo, a columnist for the El Porvenir newspaper, argued this week that tolerance is the foundation of any healthy democracy. “If a group of young people like (emos) decides to get together and live life in a certain manner, and doesn’t hurt others, it’s the obligation of the Democratic state to protect them…It’s easy for an eccentric and easily identified minority group to be stigmatized and discriminated against…It’s the responsibility of the authorities to make sure the threats aren’t carried out and the aggressions are punished.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/group/Anti+Emo+Death+Squad/forum/28627/_/392476"&gt;Anti Emo Revolution in Mexico&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, you may have read the thread in which there is mentioned the attack against emos here in Mexico,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By now, the attacks against emos have happened in three cities here in Mexico, one of them was Mexico City, which is the capital, and the anti-emo community has summoned the people to attack emos in lot of cities in the country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Small aggressions had occurred in all the country, and Anti-Emo Communities are rising quickly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An interesting fact of this, is that the Heavy Metal community is not the only one against emos, we can also find that, pop-listeners, skaters, punks, goths, and other people are against emos here in Mexico.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But why metal/rock listeners are not the only ones against emos???&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple, emo attitude here in Mexico is anti-youngster: they do not drink, they do not have sex, they do not have fun, they go to concerts just to cry, they go to parties just to sit in a corner and cry, and they feel victims of everything, it is really, a very stupid behavior.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hipsterrunoff.com/2008/03/they-are-killing-emo-kids-in-mexico.html"&gt;Hipster Runoff&lt;/a&gt; has some thoughts:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyways, I just wanted to congratulate Mexico on going out of it’s way to &lt;span class="caps"&gt;EXTERMINATE&lt;/span&gt; a trend, as opposed to just simply moving into a new consumer-driven trend with a little bit of a self-loathing tone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s good to see that people can unite using the internet, and stand up for a cause. I mean, myspace drama is one thing, but to transform that passion into a &lt;span class="caps"&gt;WITCH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="caps"&gt;HUNT&lt;/span&gt; where emo kids are beaten down in broad daylight is simply amazing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay. I hate the new emo scene but its not an excuse to beat them up. It's totally unnecessary and issues should be settled in a diplomatic way. These kids are totally immature and unethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/6537972785906219190-2535443078350643069?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2535443078350643069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2535443078350643069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2535443078350643069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2535443078350643069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/03/follow-up-on-emo.html' title='follow up on emo'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-4703048140964850164</id><published>2008-03-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:01:04.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recall - EMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. can't think of a good entry.&lt;br /&gt;recall nalang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of my last entry, pinoysrock and anino commented about what brian said on the concert which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We're bringing you true metal. you won't have to hear anything from a whiny little b-i-t-c-h about a girl breaking his heart. fuck the emo trend we're bringing you metal!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO is dead for the simple reason that i see no passion in kids today really. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;majority of them&lt;/span&gt; thinks that the most important part is about fucking labels, how cool they are, what they wear and how good the tears fall down. boasting and self proclaimed assholes. dammit! making &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD MUSIC TO THE EARS &lt;/span&gt;was never a consideration and an option to these guys. the lamest thing they are proud of is the term suicide. the problem lies not in the music itself but the people in it and what they are projecting! influencing people in the wrong way. they are close minded people because as much as possible that we correct you, we are said to be "mayabang". why not google in the internet eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its all about mass media production. where what matters most is not the passion for playing music but doing business. sell more records and influence more kids. media sucks. quantity vs quality. go to recto and you'll find red jumpsuit apparatus, paramore, taking back sunday and saosin labelled as emo. ITS NOT! AND NEVER WAS! NEVER WILL! profiters never care about that because really. how it affects the scene and damages the industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo's are good in recording but they suck at live performance. what's with crying on stage? people pay good money to see a good performance and there you are crying like a little baby deprived of his candy.  i remember the bands such as texas is the reason, orchid, saetia and others in the 1980's which was considered emo. (correct me if im wrong, no bands ever admitted that they are emo. there is no concrete basis of emo really but it does exist.) some of it was lyrically and emotionally brutal and to talk about the performance, it was alive and kicking! as the years pass and generations pass it on, from good it became worst. the original term emotional hardcore was now emo. just that means slashing, suicide, super sad, crappy, fashion, good looking thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have no qualms about self expression. its everybody's right. if they wanna cry all the time, sure. but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you get to live only once and just once so why sulk and live in the past? why waste it over a problem that will eventually be solved anyway? love problems? LOL. get over it! love is like a game either you win it or loose it. everybody goes through that once in a while! they are not alone! they are the ones at fault for making their lives miserable. so why blame it on music? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i find it stupid and immature. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so yeah, some music are sad but its wrong to repeatedly dwell in it and never move on. life is a continuous journey. we are given trials, challenges to make us stronger and not the other way around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing, i can never understand why they have to brag about their suicide marks.  if they wanna die, why not shoot themselves. its not cool and its not in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that of all of the genres, EMO is with the most emotional content. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music is considered art therefore it was created and made through expressions, ideas and emotions of both your brain and heart. now tell me, shakespeare was emotional, so was john lennon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;if EMO is so great why can't it stand on its own? They always have to stick themselves to  goth and punk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not a sin to make your lifestyle similar to your kind of music  but not to the point of over acting and out of place! you go to malls / gig, with a cape, all black as if somebody died, two inches of eyeliner under the eyes, colorful styled hair (usually pink), too many accessories, super tight shirt and pants, really ragged then gate crashes and causes all sorts of trouble ruining all the fun. if they really like that image and sooo desperate why not apply for a job and lets see if they get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not the least, what's with the gay thing? gay or not its does not necessarily consider you as emo already. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its a choice.&lt;/span&gt; lesbian, girl or boy you can be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true music means no boundaries, no labels, no genre just TRUE GOOD MUSIC TO THE EARS, being open minded and accepting it as it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the problem lies not in the music but the people IN it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music for me has no face, no image, no fashion statement and HELL no fucking demands about the latest trends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM FREE FROM ALL PREJUDICES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i listen to any form of music from classical, old school, rnb, ballad and latest as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i listen to emo too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ive been tagged. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 jobs I have had&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;tagapagbantay ng shop. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;taga print, scan, bukas pc.&lt;br /&gt;estudyante &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 movies I watched over and over&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;click&lt;br /&gt;daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 shows I watch&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The correspondents&lt;br /&gt;TV patrol&lt;br /&gt;24 hours&lt;br /&gt;Marrying a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 places I have been&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Laguna&lt;br /&gt;Manila&lt;br /&gt;Parañaque&lt;br /&gt;Batangas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 people who email me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;None&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 favorite things to eat&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Mangga with bagoong&lt;br /&gt;Kare - Kare&lt;br /&gt;Sinigang&lt;br /&gt;Daing, kamatis at itlog na maalat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 places I would rather be&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Japan&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;France&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things I look forward to this year&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Good work&lt;br /&gt;Good pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, hehe. kulang kulang.&lt;br /&gt;Pasa ko to kay - ate quing and kuya rai, anino, apple and djhoan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-4703048140964850164?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/4703048140964850164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=4703048140964850164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4703048140964850164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4703048140964850164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/03/recall-emo.html' title='Recall - EMO'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-6677224552333653625</id><published>2008-03-17T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:07.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows Fall - Live in Manila 03.15.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95n0goKCC0AAFqcEZs1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95oAwoKCC0AAFrPF841"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95oIwoKCC0AAGQSSuY1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95oYAoKCC0AAGrKccY1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95ohwoKCC0AAGrKcd41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95otAoKCC0AAG-BBnc1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95owgoKCC0AAHCBD5o1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95oIwoKCC0AAGQSSuY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95n0goKCC0AAFqcEZs1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95oAwoKCC0AAFrPF841"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shadows Fall is an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal_music" title="Heavy metal music"&gt;heavy metal&lt;/a&gt; band formed in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easthampton%2C_Massachusetts" title="Easthampton, Massachusetts"&gt;Springfield&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massachusetts" title="Massachusetts"&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/a&gt; in 1996. Although the band has experienced several lineup changes, for most of its recording career Shadows Fall has comprised of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_Fair" title="Brian Fair"&gt;Brian Fair&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer" title="Singer"&gt;vocals&lt;/a&gt;), Jonathan Donais (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitar" title="Guitar"&gt;guitar&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matt_Bachand" title="Matt Bachand"&gt;Matt Bachand&lt;/a&gt; (guitar), Paul Romanko (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bass_guitar" title="Bass guitar"&gt;bass&lt;/a&gt;), and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jason_Bittner" title="Jason Bittner"&gt;Jason Bittner&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drum_kit" title="Drum kit"&gt;drums&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since its formation, Shadows Fall has released five studio albums, two compilation albums, and one DVD. The band's first album featured &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Labonte" title="Philip Labonte"&gt;Philip Labonte&lt;/a&gt; on vocals, although he was soon replaced by Fair. Shadows Fall's first two studio albums featured David Germain playing drums, but in 2002 Bittner joined the band full time. The band is currently a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammy_Award" title="Grammy Award"&gt;Grammy Award&lt;/a&gt; nominee in the category &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Best_Metal_Performance" class="mw-redirect" title="Best Metal Performance"&gt;Best Metal Performance&lt;/a&gt; for the song "Redemption" off the album &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Threads_of_Life" title="Threads of Life"&gt;Threads of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. - wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE FUCKING HELL OF A NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The only perfect sentence that can describe the experience when i was on the a. avenue on makati the night of march 15, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit. im not really a fan of shadows fall, i only went as a chaperon to my boyfriend. at first, i felt like i was an outcast. who wouldn't be? almost everyone wore black shirts, tops and jackets with black/camouflage, then shorts and pants plus the famous different colors of chuck taylor. i on the other hand was very much normal. i wore a green top, skinny jeans and tsinelas. i had my menstruation too which would explain why i can't move much, scream or jump around. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUMMER.&lt;/span&gt; it's frustrating, I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 8pm we arrived at the venue. the line was long and the security was tight. they wouldnt allow digicams. fortunately, i bought a big bag with me because i have a test the next day. (yes, its sunday. my school is super weird!) we were able to get the cam inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the venue was good. its worth the pay! its well ventilated, cool and comfortable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi siya masikip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was free to move around.&lt;br /&gt;there was free beer together with the tickets. i didn't use the tab. haha! i dont drink. i bought a shadows fall t-shirt instead courtesy of tribal gear as a memento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were celebrities too like dylan (the host and vj of jack tv.) - she's small but beautiful. and talkative too. sib was also present (the mtv vj). he's suplado but cute. and kat alano who was absolutely stunning that night! haha! she experieced the mosh pit and was able to laugh it off  afterwards. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got there, the bands were already playing.&lt;br /&gt;gayuma, valley of chrome, intolerant and sin.&lt;br /&gt;gayuma, the band winner of musiklaban 2008 didn't gave an impact to the audience. i think they failed to flare up the kids.&lt;br /&gt;valley of chrome came in next and gave energized performance. the vocalist even pulled the cord of the microphone because of widly jumping around the stage. atleast, they made the kids dance around and bang their heads.&lt;br /&gt;then intolerant, i wasn't impressed really. the look of the vocalist gave me an impression that he was tired or sleepy. plus, they were constantly playing and said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not the least, sin. i think, they were the best opening act. i mean, the white kids were impressed. they even gave him the hand after their set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 10pm, all the opening bands were finished. the long awaited show is about to begin. the lights were off and it took some time to set up the stage. the black curtain dropped and there was a huge statue of a mutilated man. the kids were restless. they were shouting "shadowsfall" every now and then. but here's the funny part. they even shouted "emo sucks". its a metal scene, so yeah. its obvious. i just pity those who were there that was emo. its like "OUCH". haha! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a few minutes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt; they played. the first track was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Redemption"&lt;/span&gt; from their new album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Threads of Life"&lt;/span&gt;. They gave it all. I couldn't ask for more. We were even singing together with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the world will hear you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Our voices can't be bound, All the world will hear you, Redemption in the power of the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody cared what you wore that night, if you were metal or not. As long as you jive and bang your head to the rhythm of the music. IT'S FINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian never failed to be with the crowd, talk and shake hands. He was dancing on stage. It was amazing that he can move his head with those big dreadlocks of his. He even gave a statement that made the audience roar! "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're bringing you true metal. you won't have to hear anything from a whiny little b-i-t-c-h about a girl breaking his heart. fcuk the emo trend we're bringing you metal!&lt;/span&gt; " He enjoyed singing for us and even took his shirt off. Yummy! haha! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Donais was so good with the lead guitars! You can hear the every note. A handsome guy.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nakakatunaw yung ngiti. Haha! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Bitter gave a drum solo. A powerful performance. Just like Jon, you'll never miss every beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i can't describe all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bitin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were at the right side watching and me being such a small person can't see the other guys playing on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the playlist too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; redemption&lt;br /&gt;venomous&lt;br /&gt;the light that blinds&lt;br /&gt;burning the lives&lt;br /&gt;storm winds&lt;br /&gt;thoughts without words&lt;br /&gt;enlightened by the cold&lt;br /&gt;of one blood&lt;br /&gt;failure of the devout&lt;br /&gt;forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;drum solo=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleshold&lt;br /&gt;destroyer of senses&lt;br /&gt;what drives the weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;encore&gt; inspiration on demand&lt;/encore&gt;&lt;/drum&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave us an encore when we shouted "more, more". And of course, they gave in. It was nice of them. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the show? They threw away their arm bands, pics, drum skins and other valuable memorabilia that a fan would die for. Unfortunately, we couldn't grab one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah. There were hilarious moments too. Like a girl being trampled by guys on the mosh pit, walked away pissed and swerving and a drunk man vomiting his intestines off. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PICS! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(other pictures are courtesy of filipino metal forums)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R956QmomdCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qKCGaTJBdHI/s1600-h/Scan10022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R956QmomdCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qKCGaTJBdHI/s320/Scan10022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178711047189984290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95nBQoKCC0AAD3Bi681"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95nBQoKCC0AAD3Bi681/voc0001sp1.jpg?et=nyw1LyvYFl7nFKNnb7j%2BEg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valley of Chrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95nZQoKCC0AAEiayb81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95nZQoKCC0AAEiayb81/intolerant0001gj3.jpg?et=MK%2B7WZEoVY3SkY5TMcorag&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intolerant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95nnAoKCC0AAFHc9Zo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95nnAoKCC0AAFHc9Zo1/sin0001tp8.jpg?et=seFDSq0jeq3dr14TjgbQsA&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHADOWS FALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R991tWomdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mBV6BiqnHv0/s1600-h/DSC02554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R991tWomdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mBV6BiqnHv0/s320/DSC02554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178987518529795122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R991t2omdEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NI_ieYmWjT8/s1600-h/DSC02543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R991t2omdEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NI_ieYmWjT8/s320/DSC02543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178987527119729730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95ohwoKCC0AAGrKcd41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95ohwoKCC0AAGrKcd41/shadowsfall0005xz3.jpg?et=OlgVBEgX0r4XCjuyaQq%2BsA&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95owgoKCC0AAHCBD5o1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95owgoKCC0AAHCBD5o1/DSC00166.jpg?et=9%2COGDKP2vr8PkICrRlM4Pg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95oIwoKCC0AAGQSSuY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95oIwoKCC0AAGQSSuY1/shadowsfall0001zc3.jpg?et=iY8MW0ZBN9FTShDQlE7uNg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95oYAoKCC0AAGrKccY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95oYAoKCC0AAGrKccY1/shadowsfall0004dm3.jpg?et=CzHG%2CZuHYWwkm9Zm3PctrQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95oAwoKCC0AAFrPF841"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95oAwoKCC0AAFrPF841/DSC00174.jpg?et=nS05cMCgQ7NFD2dGB%2CkPeg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95n0goKCC0AAFqcEZs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95n0goKCC0AAFqcEZs1/shadowsfall0008fl3.jpg?et=PlNeGAP1aJm3A4WVu%2BXzQQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R95otAoKCC0AAG-BBnc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R95otAoKCC0AAG-BBnc1/DSC00175.jpg?et=mxiTbdEVKnKgrLkXiMqMsQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R991uGomdGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w3LSswHB7wA/s1600-h/DSC02509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R991uGomdGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w3LSswHB7wA/s320/DSC02509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178987531414697058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R991uWomdHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/T4S8ImmAS5I/s1600-h/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R991uWomdHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/T4S8ImmAS5I/s320/DSC02499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178987535709664370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most important part? Seeing my boyfriend happy from the arrival until the departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Worth every bit of my penny. A perfect gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memory. Forever treasured and remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you dhie. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-6677224552333653625?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/6677224552333653625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=6677224552333653625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6677224552333653625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6677224552333653625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/03/shadows-fall-live-in-manila-031508.html' title='Shadows Fall - Live in Manila 03.15.08'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R956QmomdCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qKCGaTJBdHI/s72-c/Scan10022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-7139040393240965363</id><published>2008-03-14T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:32:53.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Binibining Pilipinas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bb. Pilipinas Janina San Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naiinis ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kung mapapanuod nyo ang vidyo na yan maririnig at masasaksihan nyo ang mali maling ingles sa pagsagot sa simpleng tanong. Hindi ko pinapahiya ang babaeng ito o nilalait. Gusto ko lang magsabi ng saloobin at sentimyento ukol sa usapin at kontrobersiya na bumabalot dito. Ang patimpalak na yan ay ginaganap para hanapin ang mga binibini na hindi lamang likas na maganda kundi matalino. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Hindi ko sinasabi na ang pagsasalita sa wikang banyaga ay nangangahulugan ng  katalinuhan. Maling paniniwala yan.)&lt;/span&gt; Isa rin sa dahilan kung bakit merong patimpalak na Binibining Pilipinas  ay para sa panunuood at kasiyahan ng bansa gayun na rin para sa ating mga kababayan na Pilipino. Ngayon, ano nga ba ang kinaiinis ko? Mayabang ang babaeng ito pero hindi siya bobo, tanga lang siya. Bakit? Hindi nya pala kayang magsalita sa ibang lengguwahe bakit pa nya pinilit? Dapat bago sya sumali inalam nya ang mga kahinaan at mga kalakasan nya nilang isang kandidato. Bukod pa riyan, nakakahiya ba ang magsalita ng tagalog? Yan ay sariling atin. At gaya nga ng sinabi ko ang patimpalak na yan ay para sa mga Pilipino.  Base sa aking napanuod, ipinakita nya na mas pinahahalagahan pa nya ang ingles kesa sa sarili nating wika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tandaan nyo ang mga sinabi ni Jose Rizal -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ang hindi magmahal sa sariling wika, daig pa ang hayop at malansang             isda." at " Ang kabataan ay pag asa ng bayan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Kung ganito ang mentalidad ng kabataan ngayon eh wala na nga talagang pag asa ang ating bayan. Oo. Bukas ako sa argumentong maari siyang kinakabahan at bata pa siya  pero hindi yan dapat gamitin para maging palusot sa pagkakamali nya. Hindi ako sang ayon sa pagkapanalo nya. Para sakin hindi sya karapat dapat na tanghalin at koronahan na Binibining Pilipinas 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ang kagandahan ay hindi nakikita sa panlabas na anyo lamang bagkus sa pagmamahal nya sa sarili nyang kultura, pagkatao at kapwa nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paumanhin sa mga hindi nakakaintindi sa aking sinulat ngayon.&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/6537972785906219190-7139040393240965363?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/7139040393240965363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-5945656063730528802</id><published>2008-03-11T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T04:54:56.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flirting while committed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Entry:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;flirt&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part of Speech:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;verb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Definition:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tease,  to court triflingly or act amorously without serious intentions; play at love; coquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synonyms:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/banter" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;banter&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/chat%20up" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;chat up&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/come%20hither" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;come hither&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/come%20on" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;come on&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/coquet" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;coquet&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/dally" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;dally&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/dilly-dally" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;dilly-dally&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/disport" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;disport&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/eyeball" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;eyeball&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/fool" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;fool&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/gam" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;gam&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/gold%20dig" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;gold dig&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/hit%20on" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;hit on&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/lead%20on" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;lead on&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/linger%20with" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;linger with&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/lollygag" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;lollygag&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/monkey%20with" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;monkey with&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/ogle" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;ogle&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/philander" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;philander&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/pick%20up" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;pick up&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/pitch" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;pitch&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/play" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;play&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/proposition" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;proposition&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/sport" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;sport&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/string%20along" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;string along&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/tease" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;tease&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/toy" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;toy&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/trifle" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;trifle&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/vamp" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;vamp&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/wanton" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;wanton&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/wink%20at" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;wink at&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/wolf-whistle" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;wolf-whistle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of a committed guy or gal who continually flirts? irritating huh. the temptation and all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insecurity&lt;/span&gt; is the factor! yeap. its not that complicated really. why? its to boost their confidence. i mean take a gal for example, if she is confident, she wont flirt around, seduce committed guy or fool around when her partner is not looking around. clearly, it indicates &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inferiority complex, jealousy&lt;/span&gt; and the likes. add the other factors, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the restlessness, sadness and lack of contentment she may have in her current relationship and thus looks for another comfort by having this behavior.&lt;/span&gt; but really what do they gain from it? aside from the bad reputation. for all we know she or he could be the joke. a complete mockery and a laughing stock. the good part - they so love doing it. not only that, they hurt people as well. selfishness. they are getting what they want at the expense of ruining other people's relationship because in reality they can never attain those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but don't get affected okay? because if your partner loves you enough and is happy, content and satisfied with your relationship, he or she wont settle for anything less than you. he or she wont replace you with a trash picked up from down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a piece of friendly advice to committed guys and gals, don't get pissed when somebody flirts with your partner okay? they are just insecure. they badly need attention.  dont give them the satisfaction of getting on your nerves.  don't ever go down to their level. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-5945656063730528802?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-5209268731665718114</id><published>2008-03-09T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T05:57:30.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>different blogs and bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm into bloghopping and i cant help but notice a couple of things from reading a bloggers entry.&lt;br /&gt;peace. what you'll read is just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. the copy paste queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- its a senseless empty blog and you can call it plagiarism blog. just to make an update, you copy paste then have some little comment then that's that! its okay once in a while but if in entry entry, its boring. and yeah, please do credit the REAL AUTHOR, don't claim it on your own. its virtual stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. the great pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you post pics of the past claiming its the present and your too full of yourself saying that your oh so beautiful when your not. face it, stop acting like a celebrity. no one is even commenting in your blog. duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. the oh so emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you update a little more happier than that? go kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. the hater and ranter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rant rant rant. nothing but complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything you post are intended to hurt someone in particular (im guilty on this one :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. the sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you keep visiting other blog and cboxes then asking for link exes but you never update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. link ex addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its similar to number 4. you keep asking for link ex but then you never comment, be friend or read the other blog. unfair huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. the oh so bright and eye hurting theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much of everything is bad. choose an appropriate and good theme that will suit yourself. take note of the color, some hurt when i read some blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. the over decorated and slow uploading blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, too much of everything is bad. don't put too much thingy in the blog. it lowers the uploading time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. ZE copy cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, you copied my profile, the pictures, the theme, the music. everything.&lt;br /&gt;have originality okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. comedy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is i like. happy and hilarious post. fun to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i like this one too because the author posts her/his ideas and anything that comes into mind. the artistic, poetic and writer side is shown as well as the true personality of the person. you get to know the blogger.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-5209268731665718114?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/5209268731665718114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=5209268731665718114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/5209268731665718114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/5209268731665718114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/03/different-blogs-and-bloggers.html' title='different blogs and bloggers'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3640207772462973591</id><published>2008-03-08T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:18:16.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been tagged again! haha! x]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Random Things/ 10 Things People Don’t Know About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;1. i used to be a tomboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When i was in gradeschool or highschool i used to wear big shirts and big shorts. i was always one of the boys and when i stepped in to college, i guess i was transformed to a lady. up until now, i still prefer boys to keep me accompany rather than girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. im cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not into buying expensive stuff. i dont get the point of buying branded clothes that will eventually be out of fashion or be worn out. when i shop, i go to divisoria where i can get some bargain. besides, i do believe its not in the clothes, its the person who's carrying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. im always cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what's up with me but usually when i wake up in the wrong side of the bed, im very much cranky in the morning. maybe because of the stress or the hormones. bear with me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;4. im an emo. x]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes i just like to be alone and think about things. im not afraid of showing my feelings whenever im angry or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. im a day time person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love spending my time during bright sunny day wallowing in the suns. i dont usually go out in the night. i still prefer to be at home, watching tv, reading, surfing the net, sleeping or hang out in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. i used to play online games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an addict internet user, i once played ragnarok. its fun! but hell, its an expensive game! and up until now, i still dread the money and time  i've spent. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. im addicted to green mango with stinky sweet bagoong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can eat two in just one seating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. i love dancing but dancing hates me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got no talent in making by body move gracefully. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;but hey! i can sing pretty well! irony huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. im into rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im weird. i like gothic music as well as punk, metal, post harcore and so on. i like it real loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;10. i hate cockroaches, spiders and i sleep with the lights on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have phobia with it comes to cockroaches. they disgust me. and im not used to sleeping in a dark room when im alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im tagging sarah, bianca, angelique, chynx and sam :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6537972785906219190-3640207772462973591?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3640207772462973591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3640207772462973591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3640207772462973591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3640207772462973591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged-again-haha-x.html' title='i&apos;ve been tagged again! haha! x]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-5812120025719114803</id><published>2008-03-07T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T03:13:09.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been tagged! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have randomly selected 5 of you below to be tagged and I hope that you will similarly publish this post in your blog. You will have to tag 5 other bloggers and just keep adding on to the list. (Do not replace, just keep on adding! Yes we hope it will be a long list!&lt;br /&gt;It’s real easy! Tag others and see your Technorati Authority increase exponentially! The benefits of Viral Linking:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;* One of the fastest ways to see your technorati authority explode!&lt;br /&gt;* Increase your Google PageRank fast&lt;br /&gt;* Attract large volume of new traffic to your site&lt;br /&gt;* Build your community&lt;br /&gt;* Make new friends!&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://kslye.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Strategist Notebook&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.adriennezurub.typepad.com/link_addiction"&gt;Link Addiction&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.ardorofthehearts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ardour of the Heart&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://freemanscreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;When Life Becomes a Book&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://themalaysianlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Malaysian Life&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://yogatta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yogatta.com&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.thyeoh07.blogspot.com/"&gt;What goes under the sun&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://roshidan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roshidan’s Cyber Station&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://sasha-says.com/"&gt;Sasha says&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://cikgudenan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arts of Physics&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://dagboek.thesserie.com/"&gt;Dagboek&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.thesserie.com/"&gt;Dutch converted Asian&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://eetsmakelijk.thesserie.com/"&gt;Enjoy Your Meal&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.andthelegendlives.com/"&gt;And the legend lives&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://mvml07.blogspot.com/"&gt;My View, My Life!&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.heyokity.com/"&gt;Pusang Maganda&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.jojitah.com/" title="”spontaneity”"&gt;Spontaneity&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.maruism.com/" title="”Maruism”"&gt;Maruism&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://wapita.ph.gd/" title="”weng”"&gt;Wapita&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://katamaran.uni.cc/"&gt;Ako ay Tamad&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://balmy-zephyr.isnabera.com/"&gt;The Balmy Zephyr&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://pau-pau.loved.ph.gd/"&gt;bhabypau&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://gostalkme.blogspot.com/"&gt;KiCHi&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://kulit-certified.pinkbliss.org/"&gt;Mae-Mae&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://mezteeza.net/"&gt;Ishii&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;a href="http://bluish16.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mhaye&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;a href="http://stinkk.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;*  &lt;a href="http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com"&gt;Mapi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write your blog next,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tagging : krisha, cindy, ate quing and kuya rai, gem at dakilang tambay :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-5812120025719114803?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/5812120025719114803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=5812120025719114803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/5812120025719114803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/5812120025719114803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='i&apos;ve been tagged! :]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-4218481076935907780</id><published>2008-03-06T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:07.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>desiderata</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,   &lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As far as possible, without surrender,   &lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speak your truth quietly and   clearly; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and listen to others, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even to the dull and the ignorant;   &lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they   are vexatious to the spirit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you compare yourself with others,   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you may become vain or bitter, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for always there will be greater and   lesser persons than yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your   plans.&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;br /&gt;it is a real   possession in the changing fortunes of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exercise caution in your business   affairs,&lt;br /&gt;for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world is full of trickery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you   to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals,&lt;br /&gt;and   everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be yourself.&lt;/span&gt; Especially do not feign   affection.&lt;br /&gt;Neither be cynical about love,&lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all   aridity and disenchantment,&lt;br /&gt;it is as perennial as the grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,   &lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit   to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark   imaginings. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;be   gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe&lt;br /&gt;no less than the   trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it   is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever your labors and   aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life,&lt;br /&gt;keep peace in your soul.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken   dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful. Strive to be   happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8_-yNW_k5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BaImoUB-OCo/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8_-yNW_k5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BaImoUB-OCo/s320/DSC00389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174634635405005714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;the view on the bus to home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As i look at the sky on my journey to home, i can say that i am truly blessed for i have peace of mind. i can sleep well at night without a care in the world. my conscience is very much crystal clear, i've done no wrong with my fellow men. i kept my silence amidst the noise and bark of others. i have my head up high. even if they try to pull me down, i wont budge a single finger to extract vengeance. why? i wont drag myself to dirt, i know somebody else will do that for me. truth will come out eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i avoid loud and aggressive persons they are vexations to the spirit. but sometimes, it can't be helped. even so, dont be provoked and don't satisfy their needs. patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;love yourself, be satisfied and dont compare yourself with others. it will result to envy and insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;treasure trust. give it to those who deserve it. keep in mind that the world IS full of trickery. not everybody is what you think he or she is. be careful. always guard your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;dont pray for the distress of others. its bad karma. it wont give you ever lasting happiness only bitterness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;whatever God you perceive him to be, always keep in touch. be humble and always ask forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life maybe cruel and unfair still happiness is a state of mind. poor are those people who don't possess that. tsk tsk tsk. they'll still live with envy, insecurities and restlessness. WAHAHAHAHAHA! X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-4218481076935907780?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/4218481076935907780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=4218481076935907780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4218481076935907780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4218481076935907780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/03/desiderata.html' title='desiderata'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8_-yNW_k5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BaImoUB-OCo/s72-c/DSC00389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-577803951870626595</id><published>2008-03-03T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T04:57:10.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limitations, Disadvantages and Advantages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are special people who make a bond and mark in our lives. They are either looking behind us like a brother or a sister, a helping hand and a crying shoulder. Most of the time, we share the time, problems and happy moments with them. But together with that there are certain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;limitations&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A little may hurt and a lot can lead to total destruction of the relationship one way or another. &lt;/span&gt;We must always remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where to stand, when to speak and when to meddle.&lt;/span&gt; The irony is, we can give them the comfort and but we can never give them the solution to the problem so why make it worst? Every time there is a battle, should we put our armor as well and fight side by side knowing we do not have the weapon? Should we pour fuel to the raging fire? No. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We should always weigh things. Being friends does not necessarily demands a person to be a "kakampi".&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n my opinion, there's nothing wrong in taking sides as long as you know the whole story and base what you think is right according to ethics or moral. But to literally make "sawsaw" and act as if the person was there? It wont do anything good, trust me. It will lead to more complications and make the scene far more bigger. more fucking drama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another thing, when it comes to love relationship of the other, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we cannot dictate the matters of the heart but we can only ease the pain. &lt;/span&gt;Although we can make ourselves instruments of blossoming love like cupid or be the bridge to put them together. However, we must take it in that being so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does not entitle us to put ourselves in their shoes then make decisions for them nor should we try to ruin their relationship just because you dont like what's happening.&lt;/span&gt; Only two people know what really happened, how they feel and we should let them face whatever they may have. Tango is for two people, not three and certainly not four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the constant companion, we are subjected to the saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"birds with the same feather flock together"&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, most of the time this is true but not all. Some of the traits and qualities maybe similar but due to human complexity we can never find another exact match that match all like a clone. I also believe that this saying comes true becomes the other tolerates or goes with the flow with the behavior because of the term &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"pakikisama" (likely evident on cliques, groups, barkadas and tropas that are composed of more than two people). &lt;/span&gt;It can either be an disadvantage or advantage. If the other becomes blind with the wrongs she or he sees then becomes influenced and sooner adapts the bad habits its likely an disadvantage.  In another situation, if the other is consistent, persistent, refuse and even try to persuade his or her friend then its definitely an advantage and is considered true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A friend will never cause you harm, teach you wrong or lead you to your own humiliation. He or she will never take advantage of you, abuse and use you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend accepts you for who and what you are regardless of your appearance and social status. He or She is there whenever in need without any hesitation and expects nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6537972785906219190-577803951870626595?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/577803951870626595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=577803951870626595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/577803951870626595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/577803951870626595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/03/limitations-disadvantages-and.html' title='Limitations, Disadvantages and Advantages'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-6470449693542553530</id><published>2008-03-03T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:57:46.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS SUMMER! MAG BONGGAHAN TAYO! X]</title><content type='html'>Bonggahan by Sampaguita! x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panahon na para magsaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget mo na ang problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pa-dance dance, para sumigla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock ‘n’ roll hanggang umaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa ko type ang magpa-cry cry&lt;br /&gt;Type ko ay todo bigay&lt;br /&gt;Kaya join na lang kayo&lt;br /&gt;Let’s all have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrain]&lt;br /&gt;Di ko say na magwala ka&lt;br /&gt;Ang say ko lang ay magpabongga ka&lt;br /&gt;Stop ka na sa pagdurusa&lt;br /&gt;Ride ka lang sa problema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko trip ang magpasabog&lt;br /&gt;Hate na hate ko ang matulog&lt;br /&gt;Trip ko lang na umiksena&lt;br /&gt;Heto ay sobrang pilyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag ka say na lang, kumadre&lt;br /&gt;Bow ka lang ng bow&lt;br /&gt;Pa-sing sing ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Para ikaw ay sumaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat refrain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko trip ang magpasabog&lt;br /&gt;Hate na hate ko ang matulog&lt;br /&gt;Trip ko lang na umiksena&lt;br /&gt;Heto ay sobrang pilyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag ka say na lang, kumadre&lt;br /&gt;Bow ka lang ng bow&lt;br /&gt;Pa-sing sing ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Para ikaw ay sumaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaya join na lang kayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let’s all have a good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaya join na lang kayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let’s all have a good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-6470449693542553530?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/6470449693542553530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=6470449693542553530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6470449693542553530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6470449693542553530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-summer-mag-bonggahan-tayo-x.html' title='ITS SUMMER! MAG BONGGAHAN TAYO! X]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3865434342069908249</id><published>2008-02-29T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:09.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAM WHORING! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f15lRZwiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uIWuuLdQdVE/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f15lRZwiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uIWuuLdQdVE/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172373066664755746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f15FRZwhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6CEZN3_Rs1k/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f15FRZwhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6CEZN3_Rs1k/s320/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172373058074821138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f131RZwfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i3hI48akgaM/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f131RZwfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i3hI48akgaM/s320/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172373036599984626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f14lRZwgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4y1DTrkttEk/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f14lRZwgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4y1DTrkttEk/s320/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172373049484886530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f39VRZwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Pfi6G99Jkws/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f39VRZwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Pfi6G99Jkws/s320/DSC00341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172375330112520770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f2blRZwjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xifcw6zCqI0/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f2blRZwjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xifcw6zCqI0/s320/DSC00358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172373650780308018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-3865434342069908249?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3865434342069908249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3865434342069908249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3865434342069908249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3865434342069908249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/cam-whoring-hahaha-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8f15lRZwiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uIWuuLdQdVE/s72-c/DSC00361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-7856061466051111087</id><published>2008-02-28T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:57:56.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a test. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapi.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/5/54973.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, i already have in my hands an ip blocker. ill be installing it as of today and ill be banning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unwanted fags and old infected flea dog&lt;/span&gt; from entering my site as soon as i trace the IP. seriously, get a life okay? :]&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/6537972785906219190-7856061466051111087?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/7856061466051111087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=7856061466051111087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/7856061466051111087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/7856061466051111087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/took-test.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-41871322185217762</id><published>2008-02-26T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:09.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8PikQyKZRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/45hz_sEJjz4/s1600-h/ugly-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8PikQyKZRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/45hz_sEJjz4/s320/ugly-dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171225909759993106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mamahalin mo pa ba ang aso mo kung ganito ang itsura?&lt;br /&gt;bakit nga ba ganyan ang kinalabasan ng litratong ito? kung mapapansin nyo ay panay ang kamot ng aso ito. merong garapata at galis; sakit na kadalasang nararanasan ng aso. madalas kamot ng kamot, sugat sugat at kahol ng kahol. maari rin syang may rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8PniQyKZUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l_4Fbr-NfaI/s1600-h/Scanning_Electron_Micrograph_of_a_Flea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8PniQyKZUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l_4Fbr-NfaI/s400/Scanning_Electron_Micrograph_of_a_Flea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171231372958393666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8PnigyKZVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BPCOAetpPDY/s1600-h/410px-Adult_deer_tick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8PnigyKZVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BPCOAetpPDY/s400/410px-Adult_deer_tick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171231377253360978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GARAPATA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang aso ay parang tao. kelangan ng bakuna para matanggal ang makamandag na rabies. kailangan ng paligo at magandang kapaligiran. kung maraming salot na kaibigan (kung&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tunay&lt;/span&gt; nga na kaibigan) na ihahalintulad natin sa garapata na walang ginagawa kundi mangagat ng tsismis na makati at mapdi kaya malamang kahol ng kahol o alulong ng alulong ang aso mo hanggang sa magkasugat sugat at tuluyang galisin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kailangang matanggal ang rabies, galis at garapata?&lt;br /&gt;1) perwisyo kung makakagat ang aso mo ng kapit bahay o kapamilya mo pwera nalang kung magnanakaw.&lt;br /&gt;2) kawawa naman ang asong may galis at garapata.&lt;br /&gt;3) masama sa pamilya ang nag aalaga ng asong may sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paano ba maiiwasan ang garapata at galis?&lt;br /&gt;a) ugaling bumisita sa beterinaryo para sa bakuna at lalo na kapag may mapansing nalalagas, kumukulubot at nag susugat sugat na balat sa inyong alaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) paliguan ang aso araw araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) gamitan ng sabon para sa aso at garapata kapag pinapaliguan o napansing nagkakamot si bantay. maari rin lagyan ng tinatawag na "flea leash".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) ilagay sa isang malinis at maayos na kulungan malayo sa masyadong maaraw o mabasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARF ARF ARF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wag ipag walang bahala ang kahol at alulong.&lt;br /&gt;baka may problema ang aso mo.&lt;br /&gt;mag masid at magmatyag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAUNAWA : &lt;/span&gt;pasensya na kung meron akong hayop at aso na masasaktan o maiinis. hehe. nagkataon lang na isa lamang itong magandang update na aking naisip. hahahahahahahaha! x]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-41871322185217762?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/41871322185217762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=41871322185217762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/41871322185217762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/41871322185217762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/mamahalin-mo-pa-ba-ang-aso-mo-kung.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8PikQyKZRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/45hz_sEJjz4/s72-c/ugly-dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1253085108736444434</id><published>2008-02-25T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:09.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip / Rumor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Gossip / Rumors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;In contrast with mareng krisha’s blog update “two faced dog” id like to share my sentiments as well. We, Filipino’s seem to have passion for gossips. I watch tv, celebrities are more high lighted rather than the country’s economy and government problems. News like, Artista A is pregnant, Artista B and C are enemies, Artista D and E are now on, Artista F’s movie is flop. Blah blah blah. I look outside and there are actually tambay’s waiting for juicy gossips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once, I was walking with my boyfriend down the street to buy merienda when an old lady asked me “Bakit hindi na kayo nabili sa kabila?” and im like “Huh?”. My mind was screaming &lt;b style=""&gt;“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE?! WOULD YOU MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! IM GONNA BUY IN WHICHEVER STORE I WANT! SHEEESH!”&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;Annoying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;It’s sad that we give more time to listen to other people’s lives, dirt, lies and make believe stories. Why? Here’s a couple of reasons:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Crab Mentality&lt;/b&gt; – Face it. You’re popular and you’re too good to be true. Everybody wants to get you down. They want to boost their confidence; make a clean image.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Insecurity&lt;/b&gt; – its similar to number one. They can’t handle your guts so they result to dirty tactics. Spread nasty rumor. Again, same, boost their self esteem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;It’s a social activity! You got to do it to be in!&lt;/b&gt; – its favorite past time okay? Got something to share? Spill it and you’ll be the hot spot in the girl’s bathroom for the latest updates.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4)&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;It’s fun to ruin somebody’s reputation&lt;/b&gt; – some people are too mean that they either do it for fun, see others hurt and of course revenge. BULLY.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What advice can I give? Actually, I don’t know. Whenever I get the catch, I either shrug it or don’t care. I really don’t waste my time pleasing people besides I live my life regardless of what people say to me. I know myself better than them. Sure, judge me and call me names but I don’t have to prove anything. As long as im enjoying and being happy I don’t give a hoot! It will eventually die out. I hate society norms. Hahaha! :] And oh yeah, you can try not to give them to talk about but to me that would be boring. Hahaha! :]] I take risks and im never afraid of words thrown to me. If it crosses the line? Sue them. Hahaha! X]]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i curled my hair. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8KK4gyKZQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G_BuyFEhWmY/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8KK4gyKZQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G_BuyFEhWmY/s320/Copy+of+DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170848025652389122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looks great except for the eye bag! argh! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6537972785906219190-1253085108736444434?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1253085108736444434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1253085108736444434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1253085108736444434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1253085108736444434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/gossip-rumor.html' title='Gossip / Rumor'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R8KK4gyKZQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G_BuyFEhWmY/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3818041085337185089</id><published>2008-02-20T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:10.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth : The Golden Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7v87AyKZPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f7TjUDzjw74/s1600-h/1794585165_04f575faeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7v87AyKZPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f7TjUDzjw74/s320/1794585165_04f575faeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169003088090653938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plot (courtesy of wikipedia): The film opens in 1585; Roman Catholic Spain is the most powerful country in Europe, with King Philip II  on the throne. Seeing Protestant England as a threat, and in retaliation for England's constant piracy of Spanish ships, Philip intends to make war on his long-time enemy in order to take over the land that is now England and add it to what is already Spain, making his daughter Isabella  Queen of England.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Meanwhile, in England, Elizabeth (Cate Blanchett) is still being pressured to marry by her advisor, Francis Walshingham (Geoffrey Rush). She is aging in years and with no child, the throne will pass to her next of kin. The Queen is presented with many portraits of crowned heads of Europe and princes. As always, Elizabeth refuses to take someone's hand in marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOOM!&lt;/span&gt; and somebody its boooooring! hahaha! x] well, it is indeed a serious story because its historical. i wouldn't be surprise if the audience goes - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZZZzzz.&lt;/span&gt; geeky! hahaha! i dunno, what interests me here is colorful life of elizabeth, the drama, the renaissance period, the ships and the costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do wish i can go back to the past and experience it for myself. im always fascinated with old heritage of japan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(note: i also watched memoirs of a geisha and the last samurai)&lt;/span&gt; and england. its so vintage.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DREAM ON!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha! :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///I:/Other%20files/Photo-0036.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-3818041085337185089?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3818041085337185089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3818041085337185089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3818041085337185089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3818041085337185089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/elizabeth-golden-age-plot-courtesy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7v87AyKZPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f7TjUDzjw74/s72-c/1794585165_04f575faeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1924290233439381744</id><published>2008-02-19T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T03:13:44.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the clinic to pick up dad's blood sugar result. when i came in, surprise surprise! the nurse said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"tumaka ba" &lt;/span&gt;and im like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oo nga eh. pede bang patimbang? tska patingin naman yung dati kong timbang".&lt;/span&gt; as soon as i stepped into the weighing scale it registered 98 pounds and recalling my last weight on january i was 90 pounds. im like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"di nga? talaga? ows?".&lt;/span&gt; hahahahahahaha! i got fat! well, i dont really care much. i wanted it anyway. i hated being skinny. i looked sick and had luekemia before! and thank God i gained weight! :]]&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/6537972785906219190-1924290233439381744?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1924290233439381744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1924290233439381744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1924290233439381744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1924290233439381744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-to-clinic-to-pick-up-dads-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-8299775882714131555</id><published>2008-02-18T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T05:17:37.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! im touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bestfriend, sister, kakampi, karamay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAPI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;; She is the most down-to-earth, considerate and inspired person you could ever hope to meet. Always quick with a kind word, supportive encouragement, or a helping hand. Its amazing how we talk everyday, anytime of the day, without getting sick of each other haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truly a bestfriend with integrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of people have tried to test our friendship, tried to turn us against each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and I'm glad that our friendship is beyond gossip and stupid backstabbing. They used to say that our friendship won't last, but hey look where we are now, I'm glad because we know in our hearts how much we mean to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One flaw of this girl is that she doesn't know how important she is in other peoples lives. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's in fact a diamond&lt;/span&gt;, although at a very young age, she is tested by time, polished by challenges, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a precious gem itself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A loyal friend&lt;/span&gt;, someone who never fails to make you feel good even if you think that there's no hope for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. A lot of people judge her for being upfront about her feelings, but hey at least she's one of the most honest person I have ever met in my life. People who knows her best, knows that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;she is a friend to be kept for years and for a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, unfortunately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;people who knows less fails to see her beauty under her skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. She's the type of friend who will be there through the roughest times, and also that person who will slap you out of your idiocy and back into reality. To tell you the truth, she's the one who knows when something's bothering me even before I open my mouth, she's the one who knows how I feel even before I start opening up, and most importantly she's the one who understands me no matter how stupid I get. I love you so much mare, thanks for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mare. this made my day. :]]&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU XO MUCH MARE!&lt;br /&gt;uwi ka na dito para ficture ficture tayo! x]&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/6537972785906219190-8299775882714131555?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/8299775882714131555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=8299775882714131555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8299775882714131555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8299775882714131555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-im-touched-to-my-bestfriend-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3313188420603335714</id><published>2008-02-16T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:12.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST SHARIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7es1gyKZII/AAAAAAAAAEg/186vy1Q5afY/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7es1gyKZII/AAAAAAAAAEg/186vy1Q5afY/s320/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167789132764308610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sunset on our monthsary. february 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7es1wyKZJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aJi0qn6Sz6Q/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7es1wyKZJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aJi0qn6Sz6Q/s320/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167789137059275922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7es2AyKZKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3fg5YIgRgDo/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7es2AyKZKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3fg5YIgRgDo/s320/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167789141354243234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the sea wall. usual tambay after watching the movie; the bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7eu_QyKZLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v4wLhQCC8HA/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7eu_QyKZLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v4wLhQCC8HA/s320/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167791499291288754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again at valentine's day. february 14, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7evAAyKZOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PDTOdalsIQ4/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7evAAyKZOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PDTOdalsIQ4/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167791512176190690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ticket to the movie jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7eu_gyKZMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OJqtJMwEN5o/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7eu_gyKZMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OJqtJMwEN5o/s320/DSC00260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167791503586256066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bouquet. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7eu_wyKZNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kS90ceVzv3o/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7eu_wyKZNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kS90ceVzv3o/s320/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167791507881223378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate box.&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-3313188420603335714?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3313188420603335714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3313188420603335714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3313188420603335714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3313188420603335714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-sharin-sunset-on-our-monthsary.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R7es1gyKZII/AAAAAAAAAEg/186vy1Q5afY/s72-c/DSC00275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-8697106488690192219</id><published>2008-02-11T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:30:30.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from gnarly dork :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even the most patient and most persistent people grow tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of ALWAYS taking initiative and lowering their PRIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swallowing of PRIDE is a sign of LOVE and MATURITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doing so ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of guts and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But TOO MUCH is destructive to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you know for yourself that you've done your part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET THEM DO THEIRS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not cowardice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is called saving yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save yourself some PRIDE before you got nothin' left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them swallow a little of theirs for they have a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let them realize your REAL worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let them realize that it is NOT ALWAYS about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lucky to have them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let them REALIZE that they are "REALLY LUCKY" to have you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That you are worth lowering their PRIDE for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That for once, they should start being the 1st to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admit and start to work things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have been doing this a lot in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by reading this, PRIDE still reigns in them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it is clear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE is more important than You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the swallowing and lowering you've done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can't even do it for you once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        -    -    -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE between you both is no question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But PRIDE blurs it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kills it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And buries it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If there's one thing you don't need in your relationship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from gnarly dork :]&lt;/div&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/6537972785906219190-8697106488690192219?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/8697106488690192219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=8697106488690192219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8697106488690192219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8697106488690192219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-gnarly-dork.html' title='from gnarly dork :]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-2684529929728885787</id><published>2008-02-11T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:57:35.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naalala nyo pa ba? halina't sumilip sa alaala ng ating pagkabata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R7BORQoKCC0AAEKoAYM1/UltramanTigaMulti.jpg?et=kD2zlxVQS0fKSzXH2hvJww&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;naalala nyo pa ba siya? bago ko pa mauso at makilala ang voltes v, yan ang una kong minahal kong super hero! si ultraman tiga! hindi ko nakakaligtaan ng tuwing sabado ng ales dyes ng umaga sa abs cbn sarimanok ako nanunuood nyan! kahit pa sa kapit bahay! haha! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; sya ay nakikipaglaban sa mga alien na pilit sinasakop ang planetang earth katulong ang kanyang mga kapatid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R7BOZgoKCC0AAENVBu81/3170473123.jpg?et=Bz%2BmeILVtpMdAF3e3Xk%2ByQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;eto naman si masked rider black! sa abs 13 ko sya napapanuod. nakasakay sa motor at nakikipaglaban sa mga halimaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.mapilicious.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R7BPowoKCC0AAGRoNPY1/2204842501.jpg?et=f22SYT07qum7z21fnq3X7A&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;at bago pa mauso ang power rangers merong maskman! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;~humanda na kayo! kampon ng kadiliman! oras na ng pag tutuos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;~kasamaan ninyo'y dapat matapos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;o di ba? me themesong pa! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-2684529929728885787?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2684529929728885787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2684529929728885787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2684529929728885787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2684529929728885787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/naalala-nyo-pa-ba-halina-sumilip-sa.html' title='naalala nyo pa ba? halina&amp;#39;t sumilip sa alaala ng ating pagkabata.'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-2683635717433785720</id><published>2008-02-10T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:15.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>classmates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLASSMATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_6zwyKYxI/AAAAAAAAABo/oWQ1vCkgS3k/s1600-h/1_202530389l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_6zwyKYxI/AAAAAAAAABo/oWQ1vCkgS3k/s320/1_202530389l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165623064792818450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_60QyKYyI/AAAAAAAAABw/wKVjWOerJzU/s1600-h/1_696364065l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_60QyKYyI/AAAAAAAAABw/wKVjWOerJzU/s320/1_696364065l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165623073382753058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us again. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_60QyKYzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rXBEmQhKDBU/s1600-h/1_334769793l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_60QyKYzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rXBEmQhKDBU/s320/1_334769793l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165623073382753074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe. i dont know they guy's name in the middle. haha! x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_60gyKY0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Nb6v_DBhtv8/s1600-h/1_501347227l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_60gyKY0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Nb6v_DBhtv8/s320/1_501347227l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165623077677720386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left to right : patxi, maxx and paolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_60gyKY1I/AAAAAAAAACI/8RpQxumNluE/s1600-h/1_271525462l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_60gyKY1I/AAAAAAAAACI/8RpQxumNluE/s320/1_271525462l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165623077677720402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;patxi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/album/18/classmates#1%3E1_202530389l.jpg%3C/a%3E"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=http://mapilicious.multiply.com/photos/album/18/classmates#1%3E1_202530389l.jpg%3C/a%3E" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_7dAyKY2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/s3HQnsWho9I/s1600-h/1_606096874l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_7dAyKY2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/s3HQnsWho9I/s320/1_606096874l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165623773462422370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paolo and KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_7dQyKY3I/AAAAAAAAACY/hJfBjRhEOKk/s1600-h/1_968331955l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_7dQyKY3I/AAAAAAAAACY/hJfBjRhEOKk/s320/1_968331955l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165623777757389682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lester and jane&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/6537972785906219190-2683635717433785720?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2683635717433785720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2683635717433785720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2683635717433785720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2683635717433785720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/classmates_10.html' title='classmates!'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R6_6zwyKYxI/AAAAAAAAABo/oWQ1vCkgS3k/s72-c/1_202530389l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-8773967659494703968</id><published>2008-02-07T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:42:05.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SPECIAL MARE! KRISHA! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/2250/birthdaygifthi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 225px;" src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/2250/birthdaygifthi2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SPECIAL MARE! KRISHA! :]&lt;br /&gt;I love you! mwaaah! im glad you liked it! :]]&lt;br /&gt;BEST WISHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-8773967659494703968?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/8773967659494703968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=8773967659494703968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8773967659494703968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8773967659494703968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-my-special-mare.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SPECIAL MARE! KRISHA! :]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-5196093082802887924</id><published>2008-02-03T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:29:08.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little help please :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;guys, please report this user. he's using my picture. thank you. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/user.php?uid=31559052"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/user.php?uid=31559052&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nilamon na ata ng insecurity nya. hehe. sikat na ata ako. haha! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-5196093082802887924?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/5196093082802887924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=5196093082802887924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/5196093082802887924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/5196093082802887924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-help-please.html' title='a little help please :]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-2447186001241447781</id><published>2008-02-01T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T04:08:02.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang akala ko makukulit at mapag abusong kustomer lang ang makakahrap ko. hindi pala. bukod sa tatay kong lasinggero pati pala mga lasing sa kantin namin dumadayo para bwisitin ako. matapos ang pagpapablatter ko kagabi, nainiom ang mga brgy tanod. hindi ko alam kung anong pumasok sa isipan ng isa at dinalaw pa ako sa computer shop. nanahimik ako. pagpasok, sabi ko "ano po yun". isanglinyang ginagamit ko sa bawat taong pumapasok, sumisilip o tumatambay. at ang sagot naman sakin ng bangag na brgy tanod. "negatib? negatib?" sabi ko "ano po?". pati ang boyfriend ko nagtaka, napapailing at mayamo natatawa sa narinig nya. hindi malaman kung anong isasagot ni bgry tanod. sabi nya lang "di be nagreport ka kagabi". sabi ko "oo." at muli nyang sinabi na "negatib? negatib?". nagets ko na ang tinatanong nya pala ay kung may nagtatangka ulet ng tulad kagabi. sabi ko "wala po." at umalis na sya. maya maya dumating si mami. at tinatanong ako kung sinagot ko raw si brgy tanod ng "sino ka?". sabi ko "hindi. kahit tanong mo pa kay jacer." tanging tawa at ngisi lang ang naipakita ni jacer. biglang sumabad ang isang kustomer na kakapasok lang. "lasing yan. makulit. isusumbong ko yan kay chairman." akala ko tapos na ang lahat. hindi pa pala. pinatawag ako ng daddy ko. at pagdating ko pinahihingi ako ng tawad. GALIT NA GALIT AKO. kupal ba sya? bakit ako hihingi ng tawad? sino ba sya? hindi porket tanod siya eh pede na sya gumawa gawa ng kwento. at ang sabi pa ni mami, makisama raw ako. PUTANG INA! ang trabaho magbantay ng shop, hindi makisama sa mga lasing! bakit ganun? sila ang pinanigan nila samantalang ako ang anak. kinukunsinti nila ang kabastusan ng kustomer nila. talaga nga naman! napaswerte ko sa magulang!&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/6537972785906219190-2447186001241447781?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2447186001241447781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2447186001241447781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2447186001241447781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2447186001241447781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/02/ang-akala-ko-makukulit-at-mapag-abusong.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1722037846985941691</id><published>2008-01-31T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:20:00.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an almost robbing incident!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that my job could cause my life. its been a hell of a night! hahay! its already 9:20pm or so and i have one customer left. there was these two guys who came in asking me for money and food. and im like "wala po. wala po." they noticed that i was alone. my customer and two kids who are with me are busy doing their own things in the computer. click! click! they started to come closer to the cashier desk. i looked at my nearest computer to find "mahal" - (FYI - anak siya ng kumare ng mommy ko. hindi ko siya boyfriend. babae siya. hehe. ) seeing exactly eye to eye. and somehow we knew. she went right out and across to tell my mom on the canteen that i smell trouble. as soon as she left. the two guys move in. i held my ground and closed the money box. i used my knees to block them from noticing that i keep it there. i forgot my cellphone beside the computer. the other guy who was wearing a bonnet, a little smaller than the other and has kayumanggi complexion was pestering me an asked me a trick question. he held a small piece of paper and asked what was that. (of course i did fall for that! haha! ) the tall guy with full piercings in his left ear and wearing a white t-shirt move in at my back then grabbed my cellphone. i shouted at him and said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "IBALIK MO CELLPHONE KO!"&lt;/span&gt;. he panicked and put it my desk. as soon as i got the hand of it. i screamed at the top of my lungs. they were like squirming rats trying to escape. they couldn't not open the door. our doors as a funny fuction that you have to press something then push. and when they did. my mom was right in front of the door. she even grabbed the shirt of the yellow one. they were so fast. i even followed and came out at the door still screaming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Magnanakaw! Magnanakaw!"&lt;/span&gt;. my mom and my mom's kumare was stunned. they were pale and perspiring. they thought i been slashed or what. my reaction was relief! i got my cellphone back! its new and its not even paid yet. and if i lost it again, she's not going to buy a replacement. i lost too many cellphone already! i find myself smiling. no. i wasnt afraid until now. the tall guy was at my back. he could have grabbed me and held me by my neck. they could have ransacked the computer shop or taken me as hostage. im lucky. and i had the presence of the mind. i was thinking that if they get away with the money ill be scolded again! haha! i wasnt afraid i being slashed or hacked to death or anything. weird. they are amateurs as kat said. and i was close! we went to the brgy to report everything i saw, their description, how to identify them etc etc. argh. they are so slow. and my mom did all the talking as if she was the one on the computer shop. i have high hopes that they will get caught and when that happens. justice. as of now, im fine. no trauma and what so ever.  :)&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/6537972785906219190-1722037846985941691?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1722037846985941691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1722037846985941691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1722037846985941691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1722037846985941691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/01/robbing-incident.html' title='an almost robbing incident!'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-9175265942086983617</id><published>2008-01-29T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:56:48.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im no mama's girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im no mamas girl. id like to make it clear in my previous blog entry that even though ive taken side and choose my mom it doesnt mean that i dont any grudge against her. during the night of the argument, she had to sleep in my room again.  its was already 1am that i had the urge to sleep. i am to get up early to make up for my 8:30am class. at that exact time my dad arrived. she asked me to bring her the telephone line. as usual she talked to her number one neighbor and kumare. i was already tired. tossing and turning in my bed. and when i really sighed hard that when she realized that its fucking 2am in the morning. before that she said what her real plans are. she want to sell our businesses then never to be back, bring my little brother with her and then never care what happens to the ones left behind. the only word that i said to her was "selfish". we had our sleep. then in the morning, she had to wake me up around 6am. i planned not to attend my first class because i was droggy. what can she expect? and she comments that im not interested in my studies. and then i said. "intindihin mo naman ako. 2am na tyao natulog. pagod pa ako." and she back sassed me and said "anong ibig mong sabihin?" haha! she did get what im trying to tell her. if it wasnt for her, i would have had a nice quiet soundly sleep alone! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wag ka nalang mag aral, putang ina ka. sawang sawa na ako." &lt;/span&gt;im so sick and tired of hearing the same old fucking lines.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it really pissed me off. i think she donest know what its like to travel from laguna to manila everyday. the smoke, the traffic and its even worst when it rains!   im not supposed to be involved with their marital problems! argh! im hate them both. i decided that i will make her statements true. ill be no longer interested in finishing and then get married. haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish, im no idiot. &lt;/span&gt;ill finish my sem then ill go to work. at my very first pay day, ill look for a place to stay or rent. i want to be away from them, never to hear or see them. as much as i want to finish, i can't. my mom wont get off my back, wont trust me, keeps nagging and worst blaming me how her life turned to hell. so yes, im an unwated child, so why not put me to adoption? sickos. no, im going to stand in my own feet. ill prove to them that they are wrong. i have high hopes and dreams. and ill never going to stop reaching for them. making my life better than theirs.&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/6537972785906219190-9175265942086983617?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/9175265942086983617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=9175265942086983617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/9175265942086983617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/9175265942086983617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-no-mamas-girl.html' title='im no mama&apos;s girl'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3511538490092339348</id><published>2008-01-28T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:17:25.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just to make it fair. :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for nineteen years of my life i witness my mom and dad through countless arguments and likes. every time that would happen, i get to be the referee. i admit i feel like im the one taking all the hurtful words, all the ranting, bitching, punching, kicking and slapping around.  i took hits as well whenever i stand my ground and fight for our right. im the victim around here, i mean all of us! and im fucking sick of it! and tonight, my mom asked me what she plans and want to do; to run away and never to comeback. honestly, i agree. i totally understand and accept it. ive been telling her that a long time ago. i want to set her free. give her a break! she had have enough! i heard, saw and felt everything. its unfair for her and for us to suffer for the rest of our lives just because of a simple mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so maybe running away and escaping reality wont solve our problem. but there is no choice left!&lt;/span&gt; we talked to a deaf ear. he thinks that he's the greatest and the perfect father alive. doesnt want change for the better. for a while yes and then he'd be back to the same old routine. you can never really teach an old dog a new trick. he is hopeless. and sometimes, i pray awful things about him. ah! love and hate. i dont have respect for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would if you know that he hurts his wife in front of their kids? your neighbors? your customers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would if he doesnt want to support you and worst he even nags or complaints every time we ask for a little money for our projects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would if he himself doesnt have a dream for you and only thinks of himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all he cares about is his money, his food, drinking with friends till he drops!, watching tv and of course bossing people around. all his plans are intended for his own benefit only. ooh by the way, he likes sarcastic comments and derogatory remarks on people which make it far more disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i call him father, daddy? no. he's not even fit to call him a man. he's just crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can never change the fact that he is still my biological father; my own blood and flesh but people can never ever blame me from taking away the respect he should have because he doesnt deserve one single bit. &lt;u&gt;acknowledgment is enough.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness. maybe when he dies. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;cruel am i? but he is cruel as well. just the right thing to make it fair. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-3511538490092339348?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3511538490092339348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3511538490092339348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3511538490092339348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3511538490092339348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-to-make-it-fair.html' title='just to make it fair. :]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1733371961698988963</id><published>2008-01-15T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:12:26.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>though id share my new picture ;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my picture at the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00239edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00239edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-1733371961698988963?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1733371961698988963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1733371961698988963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1733371961698988963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1733371961698988963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/01/though-id-share-my-new-picture.html' title='though id share my new picture ;]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-997740115098283489</id><published>2008-01-14T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:41:37.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manila Zoo Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we come to a point when we go back to our childhood and be amazed at the simplest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10am, id already taken all of my class for today. as usual me and my boyfriend jacer will meet up at the mall; sm manila which is nearest to my university. we took our lunch and took our rest by sitting in the bench. we talked about where we should go. we first checked out the national museum but its closed on mondays. we took a gamble and went to the manila zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wasnt many visitors really. in fact it was sunny and a little bit windy. a perfect day to take a walk, chit chat along the way, have snacks and looks at the animals. HAPPY DAY. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANIMALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the elephant.&lt;/span&gt; old fellow. i think he's still the one i saw when i was in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the ostrich.&lt;/span&gt; big bird that eats grass. i think he's going bald. he doesnt have much feathers left in his wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the iguanas.&lt;/span&gt; sticks out its tongue to cool itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a bunch of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turtles&lt;/span&gt; hanging out in a small pool for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crocs.&lt;/span&gt; a big scary looking monster. a bit lazy though. didnt move much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the phyton snake!&lt;/span&gt; fat reptile! i was able to touch it and feel its skin. sort off like a soft meat. mushy. no. its not slimy okay? its smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the deers.&lt;/span&gt; eating in its stable. enjoying the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a handsome &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white horse&lt;/span&gt; like in a fairy tale. nah. not really. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the zebra.&lt;/span&gt; makes me dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;owl&lt;/span&gt; who wouldnt face the camera. shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scarecrow.&lt;/span&gt; real black. and real noisy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00181.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;koi fish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big BIG fish.&lt;/span&gt; i dunno what its called. kind blurred because of the sunlight over the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt take all the pictures of the animals there. some of them are in cages. it wasnt a pretty picture to take. the monkeys are hyper active. some even throw bananas at us. meanie! the orangutan kept begging off for food. the care taker warned us to be careful. at incident occured that he snatched a cellphone and smashed the thing. unpredictable. then up close i saw a real big siberian tiger. wonder why? because we took a peek at the off limits section. haha! pasaway! it was feeding time. we cant cross the off limits gate so yeah, we missed the lions. i didnt forget to take pictures of the place too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a mini playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beside the pond where we sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the luscious trees in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00185-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00185-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00186.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pond view. renting boats are available. we rather not ride one. we dont know how to swim! and the water's murky and icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the day ended being happy, content and memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i find the joys on simplest things and some people would find it rather low or corny. so yeah. but to me, that simplicity makes me happy because in it there is sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish as it may seem. i wouldnt take it for granted or miss it for the world. a day spending and sharing time together as if you are the only one living in this world. irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you for a wonderful, time and experience. ill forever treasure this. you make me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you so much dhie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-997740115098283489?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/997740115098283489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=997740115098283489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/997740115098283489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/997740115098283489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/01/manila-zoo-day.html' title='Manila Zoo Day'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3862924542132354879</id><published>2008-01-13T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:51:58.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by sarah</title><content type='html'>The rule: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 10 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;:+: 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;:+: green, yellow - nagsawa nako sa black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What will you choose between the two: cellphone or computer?&lt;br /&gt;:+: COMPUTER - laptop please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;:+: japan! europe. australia. canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which part of you that you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;:+: eyes. i have brown eyes. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the most important thing in any relationship?&lt;br /&gt;:+: TRUST, unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;:+: love ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;:+: build a foundation for kids, homeless and a scholarship program&lt;br /&gt;:+: help my family achieve their dreams&lt;br /&gt;:+: buy things that i want - a) digicam&lt;br /&gt;                            b) ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;:+: ugh. not likely? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why are you answering this tag?&lt;br /&gt;:+: for the sake of updating haha! besides, sarah tagged me. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many children do you want to have when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;:+: TWO PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Till now, what is the moment that you regret the most?&lt;br /&gt;:+: having too many boyfriends before i met my love one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;:+: PLASTIC / OROCAN PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you had one wish, what would you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;:+: unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How do you feel right now [and why]?&lt;br /&gt;:+: tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;:+: i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It’s already 2008. Do you have a new year’s resolution?&lt;br /&gt;:+: i broke it. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name of that someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;:+: jacer ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Most embarrasing moment i had&lt;br /&gt;:+: i have the same dress as my classmate on my 3rd year prom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-3862924542132354879?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3862924542132354879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3862924542132354879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3862924542132354879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3862924542132354879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged-by-sarah.html' title='tagged by sarah'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-86556475327367012</id><published>2008-01-10T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:42:05.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TAX TEXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would you agree to pay P1.50 for just one text? i dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloria macapagal arroyo boasted that the economy is stable and good because of the peso growing stronger against dollars. but as a citizen and a student of this country, nope. nothing changed! prices of commodities and basic living needs are now expensive. food, clothes, shelter and of course personal needs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EVERYTHING!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what kind of disease infected the minds of these congressmen and senators that they have to make and amend  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEXT TAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billion of pesos are alloted for the governments funds! we have so many taxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why take away the joy and convenience of texting to the filipino people! im an avid user of text and it benefits my day to day activities! aside from its affordable and cheap its a replacement for calls, emails, letters or other form of communication. why cant they come up of a tax that can help the people?! i mean, come on! why not have tax on liquor or smokes instead! im sure it will benefit us all especially the youth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you should watch this. how corrupt the government is and its officials. its about the heaven of being a senator in our country.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGQ9gvGMFXw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGQ9gvGMFXw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-86556475327367012?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/86556475327367012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=86556475327367012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/86556475327367012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/86556475327367012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-fuck.html' title='what the fuck?!'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3629748872925125550</id><published>2008-01-05T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:17.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend is now a lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 18th birthday. a girl becomes a lady. we stop playing doll houses and start to get to know the boys. haha! no. im not the debut ante, its my long time friend, marieden h. laguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when we were in high school; we used to fool around, play, gossip and have fun just like everybody else. now, every thing's changed. well, not totally but some. time flies! some of our batch mates are now married and have kids. awkward eh? then comes the next question, who getting married next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to think about complicated stuff for now. things will happen when its meant to be. take it easy, enjoy life and be happy just like i wished for her in the 18 candles ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"you loose some and get some. i do believe that there are some things that we should let go in order to gain things. everything has its purpose. and you should use it in your journey towards life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home early. i just ate, greeted her, had some talk to my old friends and left. i had someone with me to take care of. yes, its such a waste that i spend little time with them but its enough. i was happy and i think so was they. i missed them a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, i havent forgot the pictures. yeah, i havent got a picture of me and marieden because she was so busy. at least, i did took some. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4Bg0cd7u9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LnkwQE6xX5g/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4Bg0cd7u9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LnkwQE6xX5g/s320/DSC00290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152224427823053778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;precious and me. (a very close friend of mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4BhQ8d7u-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/FbCKZmzQ_Nc/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4BhQ8d7u-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/FbCKZmzQ_Nc/s320/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152224917449325538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anna and me. (close friend :] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4Bh38d7u_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_dLBpP7hQqo/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4Bh38d7u_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_dLBpP7hQqo/s320/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152225587464223730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the debut ante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4BsdMd7vAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5p7UNJPOqHc/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4BsdMd7vAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5p7UNJPOqHc/s320/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152237222530628610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4Bs3cd7vCI/AAAAAAAAABM/SBzH7iVd2zk/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4Bs3cd7vCI/AAAAAAAAABM/SBzH7iVd2zk/s320/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152237673502194722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY MARIEDEN. like i said, we are always here for you even though we dont have that much talk are so still the bond remains. for so many years, we hold on and i treasure that. im at your back, supporting you and loving always for who you are. i wish you all the luck and blessing in your life. i love you! :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-3629748872925125550?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3629748872925125550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3629748872925125550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3629748872925125550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3629748872925125550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-friend-is-now-lady_05.html' title='my friend is now a lady!'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R4Bg0cd7u9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LnkwQE6xX5g/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-2426852617484219203</id><published>2008-01-01T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T04:21:10.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        had my fair share of ups and down but so far as ive observed it was still a good year. i loose&lt;br /&gt;        some then i get some. well that's life; move on and look forward. i wanna thank God for the previous year and all the blessings that he gave me. i wanna give credit to the people in my lives: parents,         brothers, friends and my boyfriend who contributed to my daily experiences and             learnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello new beginnings, trials, errors, shortcomings, learnings and experiences. Im ready for you.  Another year to spend, cherish, treasure and remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year's Resolution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never absent and be late in my classes. work hard. and still &lt;u&gt;BE HAPPY AND CONTENT&lt;/u&gt; as always! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-2426852617484219203?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2426852617484219203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2426852617484219203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2426852617484219203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2426852617484219203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-beginnings.html' title='New Year, New Beginnings'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-8901207776810546652</id><published>2007-12-30T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:28:23.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion = family day = HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANALO AND AYALA FAMILY REUNION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the day started up with mom and dad arguing. a great way to set the mood. as usual, mom was pissed with dad's comments and us being so lazy waking up then taking a bath. it was me, mom, dad and my two brothers. anyway, we had problems getting there. we left around noon. we stop and ask for directions. spend hours looking for the place. we were all tired, hungry and we ran out of patience already. thank God  somebody fetched us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally got there, there were many people; full and crowded.  if somebody else is in my position they'd probably get disappointed because after a tiring hot long journey you find yourself in a small venue, no ventilation, no chairs, strangers and lame food. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(call me a big meanie but its true! shouldnt have expected. haha! x])   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the good part :  after all the things ive mention im able to prove that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WAS HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to meet, see and talk old and new relatives. i wanted to be with them and know them even just for a day or for a couple of hours. listen to old and new stories. say hello's and hi's. kiss and smile. share a couple of giggles and laughs. so yeah, maybe i didnt talk to all of them because majority of them were kids. at least, i have this day to remember and experienced a grand reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt long when mom said we should go home. my little brother had tantrum. a real bummer.&lt;br /&gt;but heres the most special part: the day ended us having to bond a real complete family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped over to buy groceries for new year and then eat afterwards. an icing on the cake!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this is one memorable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ps. i dont have a picture of all of us because i have no cam. if i do get a copy id share it here. :]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-8901207776810546652?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/8901207776810546652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=8901207776810546652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8901207776810546652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8901207776810546652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/reunion-family-day-happy.html' title='reunion = family day = HAPPY!'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-4307736616940430855</id><published>2007-12-27T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:17.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just sharin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R3R_Jsd7u8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/j0Lx7SbxzXM/s1600-h/DSC00286%5Bedited%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R3R_Jsd7u8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/j0Lx7SbxzXM/s320/DSC00286%5Bedited%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148880078523579330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(picture over the mirror at my bro's room - explains why its messy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dress and heels i never wore on christmas. too bad. i wonder when. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;things i want. wish list. i know its late. just sharing for the sake of updating. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) digicam &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i dont care whatever brand it is as long as its good for picture taking. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 30 gig ipod &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my mp3 creative was stolen from me ;[ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) more books to read &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(preferably novels and fictions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) clothes and more clothes&lt;br /&gt;5) rebond and color my hair&lt;br /&gt;6) have braises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;things i want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i want to go back cheer dancing and do stunts again.&lt;br /&gt;2) learn to play guitar or drums&lt;br /&gt;3) if i did learn, i want to play in a band or sing.&lt;br /&gt;4) have work! (eventually have my own money, food and place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i doesnt hurt to wish once in a while. nope. i do not expect. its just for fun. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont absent and be late for class.&lt;br /&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/6537972785906219190-4307736616940430855?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/4307736616940430855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=4307736616940430855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4307736616940430855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4307736616940430855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-sharin.html' title='just sharin&apos;'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R3R_Jsd7u8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/j0Lx7SbxzXM/s72-c/DSC00286%5Bedited%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3829825005874963484</id><published>2007-12-26T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:12:01.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the? REALLY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="tblBorderAll" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35647N" target="_blank"&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Religion, Theology, or a related major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Psychology is a good minor to add to any major. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table width="50%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;PoliticalScience/Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="94"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="94"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="88"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Visual&amp;amp;PerformingArts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="81"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;History/Anthropology/LiberalArts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining/Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;French/Spanish/OtherLanguage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Physics/Engineering/Computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="31"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="31"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Accounting/Finance/Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="31"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics/Statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;haha! got zero on mathematics. i hate it. LOL. I SUCK AT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTg3MzM*OTQxODcmcD*2OTA4MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-3829825005874963484?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3829825005874963484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3829825005874963484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3829825005874963484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3829825005874963484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/what.html' title='what the? REALLY?'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-8103888704103087701</id><published>2007-12-24T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:02:28.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unwritten             by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-8103888704103087701?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/8103888704103087701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=8103888704103087701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8103888704103087701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8103888704103087701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/unwritten.html' title='unwritten'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-889724317259792536</id><published>2007-12-18T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:22:16.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me, myself and i</title><content type='html'>ive read my friends blog post (trixie's to be specific which was titled backstabbing ) that resulted to me re assessing my self. ive noticed that for 19 years of my life (and counting) i have so few friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(flashback)&lt;br /&gt;on my grade school, i have many playmates but i considered only two of them as my friends. when i was in highschool, i only had 3 and when i was in college, i only had 2. as i recall majority of them were boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the following reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; im way too outspoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(- whenever i see something wrong, i tell them straight which often results to me being an outcast or being hated. i do not tolerate inappropriate behaviors. i give out advices and never force them to do so. nobody's perfect and im not trying either. i take risks.)&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im picky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if i dont like someone, ill find my ways to let him/her feel that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, in my new school (lyceum university) i have none because i am irregular. here, in the internet i have more friends. people who read my blog, comment, people in my forum, my other accounts etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i am at school, im at the back of the room, sitting the canteen reading at the library enjoying the aircon and walking along the corridors or the campus ALL ALONE. and some people i guess curious comes and questions me. some are as follows and in order:&lt;br /&gt;1) is this seat taken? 2) why are you alone? i see you everyday here. (very common) 3) dont you have friends, classmates, tropa or barkada? 4) is this your freetime? 5) do you have boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other reactions would suggest that they pity and for some reason is sad to see my situation. i think they are thinking that im weird, dork and geek which for me serves as a compliment. the next day, they would sit again by my side. i dont know if this is an act of friendliness or pity towards me. anyway, i really dont care much. its better to have a companion than none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i like this. i know very well myself and id like to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a child i was alone. there were no parents physically. either they are at work or at home fighting, shouting and arguing. if they did pay attention to me they either scold me, shoo me away and tell me that im not needed. when i bug them, they give me money and tell me to go to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sari sari &lt;/span&gt;store and buy some candy. during those times, i had no siblings too. i had all the toys and candy every child could wish for. play and even talk to a thing that never speaks. when i grew tired and bored of it i threw it away or broke it into pieces. as i think of actions back then-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sayang&lt;/span&gt; is my reaction. i had my yaya's and helper. every couple of month or so got replaced by another one new. i got to meet strangers in my own house and get to know them. adjust and i even learned from them. ( i learned to drink liquor and smokes from them. green jokes and so on and so forth.) and even up to now, my life is still like that i suppose. i have my brother who dont have a care in the world except to play online games or tv. a still busy mom and dad who doesnt appreciate or notice me. and yes, we still have a helper in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hard. i was growing up i had to discipline myself and tell the right from wrong. i had my teachers to help, guide and bear with me. (yes, i had my parents to credit too. they also discipline me in some way or the other.) They hated me by the way. i am bitchy even then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(flashback again - example)&lt;br /&gt;i ended up strangling my classmates hair and her slapping me in the face in grade 1.&lt;br /&gt;i was scolded by my teacher when i asked my other classmate why she is so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;malandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; when i was in grade two.&lt;br /&gt;when i was in highschool i had frequent bitch fights too where in two or three of my batch mates ended up transferring school. and some other girls crying and miserable because of me.&lt;br /&gt;(i was always the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;suki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of the guidance and principal. my highschool was holy spirit school own, run and lead my a congregation of nuns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am so mean back then, had no manners, no ethics or etiquette. even today, i still have some of that qualities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; thank God i am better now and yes! &lt;u&gt;there are so many room for improvement! still striving, improving, learning and maturing.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loneliness? i felt and dealt with it. i have feelings, emotions and a heart where these come from which made it more difficult for me. i had to set my mind to understand why certain things happen to me and somehow i had to put in my mind not to blame anyone or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned into friends and made them like my family thinking i could replace that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"something"&lt;/span&gt; that i was longing for. i was wrong because they took me for granted. they only want me as a playmate, classmate or friends simply because i have what they dont have. they would only remember the name "mapi" when in need of pencil, paper, ballpen, eraser, sharpener, food and of course money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soon discovered other means of having that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"something"&lt;/span&gt; through having boyfriends. it didnt work out either. i dont even want to flashback those embarrassing memories.  puppy love. yuck. hahay! :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to experience all of this. i learned to take the pride, be independent and think that i AM alone. stop hoping and relying on others. looking for that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"something"&lt;/span&gt; which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attention and care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont have to sulk, stuck and be like that. i have to work hard for myself to make me happy or else nobody will. ill be forever miserable and depressed. i said to myself, if other people cannot love and accept me for who i am then i have myself. if other people cant pay attention to me then i can for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont have to make other people happy or as miserable as i am to get what i want. i have my own special way of appreciating myself without hurting other people's feelings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im realized im just a person living. im mingling with other people just like everybody else does so have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pakisama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am given respect as a human being without me asking for it. im born with it and no one can take it from me so i should return the favor to others too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, im not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;makasarili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i know how to appreciate other people too. i give out compliments to those who deserve it. it doesnt mean that i take pride that i have the reason to abuse it to the extent that i cant say the word &lt;u&gt;sorry or cant forgive others who have hurt me as well. nope, too much of it would be my downfall. i very well know that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;happiness is a state of mind, i can never have anything so be content. &lt;/u&gt;i dont have to complicate things because life is what i make it. simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am strong to surpass all the given trials and shortcomings in my life. im given a brain where i can think, analyze, process and understand everything that comes to me. i am then given a heart to help me weigh things and decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now this is getting out of hand. back to the topic! haha!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have few friends because i am used to being alone, im happy the way i am. im not saying that i dont need them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my point is id like to have few friends that i know real, true and good friends who accepts and respects me rather than fake ones.&lt;/span&gt; not the kind that would stab you in the back, never there but are present when they need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;and yeah, i have my and only boyfriend that makes me happy above all.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am thankful that they are addition to my happiness. God is so good to me. i had many blessings and so far its outpouring. life is good and i love living every second of it. its not perfect, i know but this is enough. i cant ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im no loser in this game that we call life, i can make my self a winner regardless whether someone agrees or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-889724317259792536?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/889724317259792536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=889724317259792536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/889724317259792536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/889724317259792536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/mapis-behavior-and-thinking.html' title='me, myself and i'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-4366158189666247925</id><published>2007-12-16T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:26:54.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@#$%*!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>haaaay. bwiset ang globe! dati P50 pesos unlimited texting ka na ng limang araw. binago nila. ginawa nilang P20 kada isang araw, P40 dalawang araw at P80 pesos limang araw. NGAYON, iba nnman! wala ng UNLITXT! sulitxt nalang at unlimited sa araw 8am hanggang 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POKENANG INANG YAN! MAG SUSUN NALANG AKO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat na talaga mahal! haaaaay. lungkot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-4366158189666247925?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/4366158189666247925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=4366158189666247925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4366158189666247925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4366158189666247925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='@#$%*!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3246598763247199438</id><published>2007-12-16T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:18:29.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this year, Christmas seems different. here are the following things ive noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) usually when November comes, malls prepare. Christmas decorations and ornaments are available. as of this year, they are late as i have observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) in our subdivision its all about healthy and friendly competition and who has the most attractive or beautiful Christmas decorations on their house. now, the surroundings seem dull. its not as bright as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) compared to last year, the kids who are caroling every night in houses have decreased. really  decreased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) crimes are frequent now a days. (hold up, kidnap, kotong, illegal selling. etc etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think these are the following reason why these changes have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahirap ang buhay! mahirap kumita ng pera! &lt;/span&gt;poverty.&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mataas ang presyo ng bilihin. wala ng mura eh. gulay, karne, kuryente at tubig; lahat&lt;br /&gt;   mahal! &lt;/span&gt;the standards of living are high now a days.&lt;br /&gt;3) there isnt much to celebrate. the country's a mess! (as i see it.)&lt;br /&gt;4) everybody seems to be depressed in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im not really affected. i just noticed. happiness is a state of mind and being content on what you have. Christmas isnt about the decorations, gifts, food or the celebrations. Its about loving and forgiving other people just as the Lord have. having the family complete and eating together even though you are not that much close. just one day in a year where everybody should be good in his or her own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-3246598763247199438?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3246598763247199438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3246598763247199438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3246598763247199438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3246598763247199438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-year-christmas-seems-different.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-4101110687230684234</id><published>2007-12-16T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:49:05.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i write to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPRESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and  not to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(do i need to say more?)&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/6537972785906219190-4101110687230684234?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/4101110687230684234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=4101110687230684234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4101110687230684234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4101110687230684234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-write-to-express-and-not-to-impress.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1086195211943322198</id><published>2007-12-15T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T05:49:02.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many questions.</title><content type='html'>last night while im lying in my bed, i realized that i have so many questions in mind. i wonder when will i ever know the answers. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what lies beyond death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  - i want to know what will i see, hear and feel when im dead. if given the chance to be dead for&lt;br /&gt;       a day then come back id tell the world what i experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what does God look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - if i see him what would he look like? would he be in a binding light? or a dove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want to know if there are other living planets besides the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - does aliens exist? what does their planet look like? what do they look like? how do they live?&lt;br /&gt;      do they have God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want to explore the core of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - i want to get hold of magma and feel its tremendous heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want to see the whole ocean of the earth and discover if there are other&lt;br /&gt;    undiscovered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creatures out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - the ocean is so vast, deep and dark. nobody ever saw it as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so curious about things. haha. i dunno. im weird. most of the times, i ask questions that nobody asks. geek. nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-1086195211943322198?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1086195211943322198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1086195211943322198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1086195211943322198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1086195211943322198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-many-questions.html' title='so many questions.'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-8401113120776579404</id><published>2007-12-13T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T05:53:51.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>banal na aso, santong kabayo</title><content type='html'>bago na yung kanta ko. hehe. sana magustuhan nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaharap ko sa dyip ang isang ale&lt;br /&gt;nagrorosaryo mata niya'y nakapikit&lt;br /&gt;pumara sa may kumbento&lt;br /&gt;sa babaan lang po sabi ng tsuper kase me naghuhuli&lt;br /&gt;mura pa rin nang mura ang ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; banal na aso, santong kabayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; natatawa ako hihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; banal na aso, santong kabayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; natatawa ako hihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sa 'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nangangaral sa kalye ang isang lalake&lt;br /&gt;hiningan ng pera ng batang pulubi&lt;br /&gt;pasensya na para daw sa templo&lt;br /&gt;pangkain lang po sabi ng paslit&lt;br /&gt;talagang di ba pupwede?&lt;br /&gt;lumipat ng pwesto ang lalake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; anuman ang iyong ginagawa sa iyong kapatid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ay siya ring ginagawa mo sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. nakakatawa talaga yung chorus pero maganda yung pinaparating nya. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-8401113120776579404?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/8401113120776579404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=8401113120776579404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8401113120776579404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/8401113120776579404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/banal-na-aso-santong-kabayo.html' title='banal na aso, santong kabayo'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3117588785161769036</id><published>2007-12-13T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T04:39:12.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS! HAPPY HOLIDAYS! :]</title><content type='html'>its the time of the year where everybody is busy preparing for the big day. december 25, 2007. christmas. the birth of our messiah and our savior. the reason of our salvation. the new year approaches. new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of today, im thinking that i should be happy and forgive those people that have hurt me or my friends. let my heart open and let go. just ignore it. they'll go tired of it anyway. i know myself and thats enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if GOD can forgive criminals or the most evil person then so can I, and everybody else. who am I to hold my head up high and look down on people who have done me wrong? im just a human being. never perfect and never was. just gifted in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many blessings and thats all i care about for now. i lost things and but i also gained things that will never be taken away from me. though busy im at peace. and yes! HAPPY! i eat well and have adequate sleep. i wake up each day together with my loved one and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish everybody would have the same as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. HAPPY HOLIDAYS! ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-3117588785161769036?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3117588785161769036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3117588785161769036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3117588785161769036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3117588785161769036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS! HAPPY HOLIDAYS! :]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-4120664819097952497</id><published>2007-12-10T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:17.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary - 12-08-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R11OXZEHYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qn3ds_KE8JA/s1600-h/CIMG0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R11OXZEHYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qn3ds_KE8JA/s320/CIMG0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142352513299079618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunset on the shoreline of asia mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a year. i never thought and even imagine that we would be with each together. just with a snap and i find myself happy in your arms. i remember, i was just a simply instant message. a friend referring you to me. an innocent chat over the net. then text mates. you were there through my stupid heart struggles.  listening and calling if i was okay.  soon came when we would finally meet each other. was it fate that brought us together? or was it just a coincidence? i dont really care that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that very day that we met, you didnt say a single word to me. just a bashful smile. you couldnt look through me or my eyes. snobbish so to say. after days, you wanted to come and visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple start. a simple confession that you liked me. a simple question if i would agree to give you chance to be part of my life. and i said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt easy. adjust adjust adjust. arguments here. misunderstandings over there. problems, shortcomings and struggles are always present. we were able to surpass it all and  still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt different like i was searching and longing for you for so long; waiting and wishing for your presence. i dont know. weird. even i could not understand. puzzled. and up until now, it feels like i knew you somehow long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank you for giving so much effort, taking risks, investing trust and love in this relationship. needless to say, im happy and content. cant ask or wish for anything more. i dont regret anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a long way to go but im positive. i hope and pray that this will be forever. as long as we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need any other man than you. i look forward to being your wife. i know you already see me like that now but i will wait when we will be free and live together then have kids and spend the rest of our lives. in simpler words, i want to grow and die lying next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. we dont need to rush things. take the time and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love you so much and these words are not even enough to measure or even describe these emotions i have for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R16BG5EHYdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EDL5M5ZEg_Q/s1600-h/mapijacer3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R16BG5EHYdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EDL5M5ZEg_Q/s320/mapijacer3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142689779900965330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoreline pic waiting for the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~happy first anniversary dhie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-4120664819097952497?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/4120664819097952497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=4120664819097952497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4120664819097952497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4120664819097952497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/anniversary-12-08-07.html' title='anniversary - 12-08-07'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Js4l6iAw6Ks/R11OXZEHYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qn3ds_KE8JA/s72-c/CIMG0974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1452707074316990799</id><published>2007-12-09T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T06:50:31.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo rants - the much awaited blog entry</title><content type='html'>my boyfriend and i were talking about the music scene specifically emo. these past few years emo has been very visible and alive as others say but to me its dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO&lt;br /&gt;for the simple reason that i see no passion in kids today really. its all about fucking labels, how cool you are, what you wear and how good you are. boasting and self proclaimed assholes. dammit! making &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD MUSIC TO THE EARS &lt;/span&gt;was never a consideration and an option to these guys. and the lamest thing is they are proud of the term suicide. look, i have no problem if you are an emo kid. the problem is what you are projecting! you are influencing more people in the wrong way. and you are close minded people. as much as possible that we correct you, we are said to be "mayabang". why not google in the internet eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emos are good in recording but they suck at live performance. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its all about mass media production. where what matters most is not the passion for doing music but doing business. sell more records and influence more kids. media sucks. quantity vs quality. go to rekto and you'll find red jumpsuit apparatus, paramore, taking back sunday and saosin labelled as emo. ITS NOT! AND NEVER WAS! NEVER WILL! profiters never care about that because really. how it affects the scene and damages the name of rock.&lt;/span&gt; its sad. another thing, what's with crying on stage? people pay good money to see a good gig and there you are crying like a little baby deprived of his candy. i remember the bands such as texas is the reason, orchid, saetia and others in the 1980's which was considered emo. (fyi, no bands ever admitted that they are emo. there is no concrete basis of emo really but it does exist.) some of it was lyrically and emotionally brutal. and talk about the performance, it was alive and kicking! as the years pass and generations pass it on, from good it became worst. the original term emotional hardcore was now emo. just that means slashing, suicide, super sad, crappy, fashion, good looking thingy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you get to live only once and just once so why sulk, cry and live in the past? why waste it over a problem that will eventually be solved anyway? love problems? LOL. get over it sucko! love is like a game either you win it or loose it. everybody goes through that so you are not alone! you the one making life miserable. your fault. so why blame it on music? i find that stupid. &lt;/span&gt; so yeah, some music make you sad but dont dwell on it repeatedly and take it literally because it will affect you. also, if you wanna die just shoot yourself! why brag it? you think its cool? you think you're in? what a genius! what is really funny they claim that of all of the genres with most emotional content. read this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music is considered art therefore it was created and made through expressions, ideas and emotions of both your brain and heart. now tell me, shakespeare was emotional, so was john lennon and other bands that arent emo. &lt;/span&gt;another thing, its not bad that you make your lifestyle similar to your kind of music. its just that dont be so over acting! you go to malls, all black as if somebody died, two inches of eyeliner under the eyes, colorful styled hair (usually pink), too many accessories, over tight shirt and pants. really ragged. i challenge you, if you really like that image and sooo desperate why not apply for a job and let see if you get accepted. heck! even go to work like that! haha! what's with the gay thingy? gay or not its does not necessarilly consider you as emo already. its your choice. lesbian, girl or boy you can be emo. its all discrimination as i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anrgy at me? laughed at? blame yourself. you yourself, refuses what real music is, what its about and what its for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true music means no boundaries, no labels, no genre just TRUE GOOD MUSIC TO YOUR EARS, being open minded and accepting it as it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the problem lies not in the music but the people IN it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music for me has no face, no image, no fashion statement and HELL no fucking demands about the latest trends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM FREE FROM ALL PREJUDICES! i listen to any form of music from classical, old school and latest as of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-1452707074316990799?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1452707074316990799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1452707074316990799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1452707074316990799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1452707074316990799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/emo-rants-much-awaited-blog-entry.html' title='emo rants - the much awaited blog entry'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-3547123180822489327</id><published>2007-12-09T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:11:14.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poseurs - another blog entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poseurs is from a french word which means pretending to be someone youre not. it also means you talk big when you know nothing about what you are speaking of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nope. i have nothing against them. i just wanna say that every rock star came from one. its just a bad term for newbie and beginner. you get stuck as a poseur if you just go with the flow and the trend. so yeah, know the roots and learn then you would appreciate music. you become a real musician and lover of music.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-3547123180822489327?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/3547123180822489327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=3547123180822489327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3547123180822489327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/3547123180822489327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/poseurs-another-blog-entry.html' title='poseurs - another blog entry'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-6694378230898662119</id><published>2007-12-02T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:16:17.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is the customer always right?</title><content type='html'>kagabi nasa computer shop ako; nagbabantay. mainit ang ulo ko. pero xempre mabait parin sa customer. makisama ka di ba? dahil sila ang ikinabubuhay mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERO &lt;/span&gt;minsan hindi na rin tama. nakakainis. nakakabastos. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABUSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una: dahil christmas marmiang nangangaroling. hindi naman sa madamot ako. pero hindi kasi&lt;br /&gt;      ito bahay. establishment ito eh. isa pa, hindi porket my computer shop kami eh        &lt;br /&gt;      mayaman na kami! pilit kong tinanggihan pero sadyang makukulit talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sa papanaw ko, ang anumang binigay mo dapat kusa at bukal sa loob mo. kung sa pilitan wag mo nalang din ibigay. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangalawa: hindi porket binibayaran nila ang oras, kuryenta at renta sa halangang P20 pesos&lt;br /&gt;                    eh magagawa na nila ang gusto nila! nyemas! hindi ito whore house at cyber sex &lt;br /&gt;                den! bakit dito pa sila nakikipag chat na kita ang ari ng babae, lalake at suso ng  &lt;br /&gt;                kausap sa wabcam! bakit dito pa sila nanonood ng bold at malalasawang larawan&lt;br /&gt;                    gayong alam naman nila na may mga batang kasama! bakit dito nila dinadala ang&lt;br /&gt;                    virus nila sa computer nila? mahal ang mag pa reformat, repair and istall ng     &lt;br /&gt;                games! abonado pa kami eh. lugi! bakit sila puro reklamo? kung gusto nyo ng&lt;br /&gt;                   paraan ninyo, wag na kayo rumenta! bumili na kayo! namemerwisyo pa kayo eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangatlo:    TALAGANG ABUSO! kapag pasara na ako pinagbibigyan namin ang ilan. pero&lt;br /&gt;                sana naman wag nila abusuhin ang mga ibinigay naming pagkakataon dahil pagod&lt;br /&gt;                na kami at gustong magpahinga. kung wala namang ka kwenta kwentang bagay&lt;br /&gt;                bagay ang gagawin tulad ng friendster at chat nyemas! pede naman yan bukas!&lt;br /&gt;                hindi yan mawawala! HMMMMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano nga ba ang sagot ko sa sarili kong tanong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CUSTOMER IS RIGHT PROVIDED HE/SHE DOES NOT VIOLATE THE RIGHTS OF OTHERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   kung nakakaperwisyo ka na. talangang hindi na tama!&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-6694378230898662119?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/6694378230898662119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=6694378230898662119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6694378230898662119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6694378230898662119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-customer-always-right.html' title='is the customer always right?'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-5693136596339545986</id><published>2007-12-02T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:35:31.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waste of time, waste of space</title><content type='html'>this a the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST message&lt;/span&gt; im giving to those people who are spying on my blog and spreading out the word that im so evil blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  you guys are a waste of space here in my blog! and yeah, also my time and internet bytes.&lt;br /&gt;2) oh yeah whatever you say to other people, go on BUT that can never take away my&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a) happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; b) BEAUTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  c) pride, dignity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d) my bitchyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e) my smartness&lt;br /&gt;    f) confidence&lt;br /&gt;    g) my abilities, capabilities that so far you guys can never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h)  my writing and spelling abilities. yes, i write WELL AND GOOD ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;WITH FEW GRAMMATICAL ERRORS OR MISSPELLINGS. im proud of that! :]&lt;br /&gt;    i) im real and righteous. no, im not misbehaving im just exercising my rights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                      and last but not the least&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;j) i have my priced possessions - few trusted true friends THAT I DO NOT HAVE TO PRESENT OR MENTION TO PROVE IT, boyfriend and  a complete happy family worth than a thousand of you guys may have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look here misses/misters/madams and sirs, i live in a good, well, humane suited and of course happy place. study in a worth paying school. have great active social life. have everything i need. so what more can i ask for? so far, im content. i do not need you guys, your norms, opinions, labels, bitching, rants and comments in my life really. who are you anyway? its the friggin internet assholes and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LETTERS, PHRASES, SENTENCES AND PARAGRAPHS  CAN NEVER HURT OR KILL ME.&lt;/span&gt; and im not afraid of you guys either. wanna try me? sure, come here in laguna. waste your time, efforts and fare. maybe ill go and stoop down to your level. do what ever you want. stupid things just to make feel better of yourselves in making other people hurt, down and depressed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GROW UP AND GET A LIFE BULLIES.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are all just talk. you guys are happy in the expense of ruining and spreading rumors on someone. thats sick! INSECURITY KILLS! im far stronger than you guys ever will and at the age of 19 i have achieved so many things that i know you guys didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT BREAK ME. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mayabang ba? maangas ba? wala kayong magagawa. mainis ka na para tumanda ka at magka ugat o kulubot sa muka. baka nga malagas pa buhok nyo sa kakaisip eh. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my page, my rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANT STOP ME EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps. sa mga nakikisawsaw. oh puh-lease. give me a break. kayo ang walang alam. kayo ang lumugar at tumahimik. baka isupalpal ko mga pinagsasabi nyo, malaglag mga panty at brief ninyo sa mga mababasa nyo. TSUK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bato bato sa langit ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang tamaan wag magagalit~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ituloy mo lang gawin ang gusto mo / walang mangyayari kung sila'y papansinin mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-5693136596339545986?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/5693136596339545986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=5693136596339545986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/5693136596339545986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/5693136596339545986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/12/waste-of-time-waste-of-space.html' title='waste of time, waste of space'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-326264320384663359</id><published>2007-11-30T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:10:04.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lounge issue with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy! haha! i am relieved of my duties and responsibilties. hindi ko na kailangang mamahiya at manita. hindi ko na kailangang tumingin sa mga boards na di ko trip at magbasa ng mga useless posts ng iba. WHOOO! freedom. sweet sweet sweet freedom! yeah, hindi pa official pero ayoko na magtrabaho. im on STRIKE. haha! LOL. as if papansinin? well, im hope other people will be happy as well. they(go figure kung sino yun. clue? 3 sila.) did get what they wanted which is for my friend to leave. TSUK! haha. may masasapul? bato bato sa langit ang tamaan wag magagalit. inis? SUE ME. STAB ME. x] haha! oh yeah. I LOVE IT. WHOOO! mamatay na sa inis ang iba dyan. basta ako. MASAYA. i know. im bitchy. wink! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. gumawa pala ng napakalaking gulo ang post ko. isang post lang damay na lahat! hahahahaha! eto ang ilan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DIARY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ISN'T THE PROPER VENUE FOR THIS BUT THIS IS WHERE THEY WANTED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-and do you think the what have you learned thread is not a proper place too? bat kayo nakakapost ako hindi? unfair di ba? its a dear diary thread. and i can say whatever i want. i was not violating any rules as i recall. you people are just afraid that the people in banidad will know whats happening. haha!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WILL BE THE 1ST AND LAST TIME I SHALL COMMENT ABOUT THE ISSUES HERE AND I DON'T CARE IF I'LL GET A WARNING OR A SUSPENSION FOR TYPING IN ALL CAPS, OT, ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. to kissy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't apologize to you more for not being able to defend you when you needed my help. i know you went through a lot for banidad esp against those people who are pestering us, but i wasn't able to help you. i'm really sorry for that.. i love you and i wanna thank you for everything you did.. you are a tough person and i envy you for that. i'm proud to have someone like you in my life. kayo ni bakla. hehe! hindi lang talaga alam ng mga tao ang totoong nangyayari kaya they judge you or us na kesyo mataray daw tayo, judgmental, bitch, suplada etc. don't mind them nalang. if they knew what's going on, malamang hindi din sila makakapagtimipi. pero SANA TUMAHIMIK NA SILA. annoying na e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-bat kayo? hindi ba kayo nanghuhusga? LOL. what a hypocrite.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those people, pls lang?SHUT THE HELL UP! DAHIL HINDI NYO ALAM MGA SINASABI NYO! at wag si kissy ang pag-initan nyo kundi yung magaling nyong kaibigan na walang ginawa sa buhay kundi mag-inarte at guluhin ang buhay na may buhay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-kelan ko pinag initan si kissy? meron bang nakapost na kissy na post ko? 3 ang sabi kong dahilan ng pagalis nya. hina mo pimick up. sino ba siya para pag initan ko?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. to mapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE never asked for your dear friend to leave. SIYA ang kusang umalis. at akala ko ba e tapos na tong issue na to? it was her letting go and moving on drama, diba? personally, if i wanted her to go, sinabi ko nalang ng deretsuhan sa kanya.  for what she did to us sa tingin mo hindi ko kakayanin na prankahin sya na umalis sya dito? oh hell no- trust me, that's the slightest thing na pwede kong sabihin sa kanya sa galit ko sa kanya.. and no, not because i'm ungrateful to her for bringing me here or i'm a bitch or whatever.. but i didn't said anything diba? i never confronted her. i just didn't do it dahil inisip ko nalang somehow she was a friend to me too. at kahit konti, i respected her nalang as someone who's in the position. pero ano ginawa nya? imbis na tumigil sya e naging habitual lying na.. and for what? to win our sympathy? PATHETHIC!!! i will never join her pity party! take her lil fiasco in the banks where it fits! at lagi nya pang ginugulo mga kaibigan ko na may sariling buhay at nanahimik! when she confronted me why i was ignoring her all of a sudden, may narinig sya sakin? wala. what for pa na malaman nya? and during the time she said hateful words to me, may sinabi ba ko na masama sa kanya? not a word, nothing. nada. zilch. sa lahat ng galit ko, i shut up eh.. dahil yun ang civilized way to deal with those kind of people.. tapos, ako pa ngayon masisisi sa pag-alis nya? bakit? dahil i didn't join her little drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- ang tanging alam nyo lang ay ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sally issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yan lang ang pinag basehan nyo ng katotohanan. parehong alam ko ang kwento. nakausap ko pareho ang dalawang side. kaya wag mo sabihin sakin na wala akong alam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-theres always two sides of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sino ba may sabi sayo na sumali ka? may nagpapasali ba? wala. ikaw lang ang nagsasabi nyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shut up? LOL. eh kayo? puro kayo parinig. hindi kami mga tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ginugulo nya? umalis na nga eh. ano pang ginugulo? grabe mga imahinasyon at ilusyon nyo ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't take all of these anymore! you people have crossed the line! si kissy. for everything she did to banidad, sya lagi ang sinisisi ng mga tao, sya ang napapasama sa lahat, na dapat yang dear friend mo ang umaayos ng gulo dito. imbis na magpasalamat sya, ano ginawa nya? wala syang naging imik sa kahit anong unos na dinaanan ng banidad. si kissy lahat ang umayos. galit na galit ako dyan sa kaibigan mong magaling for what she did to her.. pero did i ever confronted her for that? NEVER! ikaw, alam mo ba hirap ni kissy sa banidad? na makapagparinig ka against her e parang napakatagal mo na dito at alam mo lahat2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-crossed the line? and you guys didnt? you guys are considered administrators and global moderators and you use the board for parinig? wow. galing nyong pumuna sa mali ng iba pero pag mali nyo na. wala na. kissy that. kissy this. pake ko ba sa kanya? LOL. may sinabi ba akong pangalan na kissy. GUILTY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not you. or her or whosoever has the right to disrespect kissy or me or anybody here. kahit wala kaming posisyon e. the hell with being a moderator! bilang tao nalang e. sino ba kayo? unless you're the one who's putting food in my mouth, then you don't even have the single right na gawin to samin. dahil trip nyo lang and bitch kayo? you don't wanna know how bitchy i can get too. ni wala nga kayong alam sa mga pinagagagawa ng kaibigan nyo na pinagtatanggol nyo e. kaya pwede? LEAVE US ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- kelan ko ba binastos si kissy? ako nga ang nababastos eh. lagi nyong dinedelete ang post ko ng walang paalam. ano to? baligtaran? gago ka ba? minura ko ba siya? OA mo. KELAN KO BA KAYO PINAKEALAMAN? nagagawa nyo nga gusto nyo eh di ba?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I am not happy here na diba? I already had my quiet time then why all of a sudden there is a commotion again? I've leave the team because I think that I am not capable of doing my responsibility and I wanted to have peace of mind. Why they can't just let me be alone? I am thanking to have ate mei to be there to stand for me. I know who am I and I know to myself that I stand for what is Good for Banidad. I already had my time serving this forum and I think I have the right to do what makes me happy and that is  to be a regular member. Well at least I am happy and I am enjoying my time =)  Hindi po kami tatlo.. apat po kami.. Cheesy And I am very much happy to have friends na hindi sinungaling. At least  my friends are not pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- sino ba kasing nakekealam sayo? ni hindi nga kita kinakausap sa ym dyan eh. walang kahit ano. baka guni guni mo lang yan. o baka naman paranoid ka na. para kang baliw eh. may tililing. ano ba yan. kung masaya ka sa pagiging member mo sure. pero maraming natuwa sa pagka alis mo. isa na ako duon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-taas naman ng lipad mo. hindi ka superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- sinungaling. NOW THATS JUDGING. haha! tapos sasabihin nyo kami ang nanghuhusga. its the other way around honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lexxis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this mapi? anong gusto mong palabasin? i thought we talked about this? wag mo nang idamay ang banidad. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the OT. Don't worry. I'll be cleaning up this mess. I take all responsibility.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-LOL. nagpost lang ako. yun lang. paano ko dinamay ang banidad? if theres something going on in banidad. the members have the right to know. ang happy happy kunware tapos hindi naman pala. para nyo silang tinatraydor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a single post, i gained a lot of irked people. haha! nakakatuwa noh? mga pikon. simple lang sinabi ko. pinalaki nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sabi ko lang sa dear diary. masaya ako at sana masaya na rin kayo dahil nangaubos ang banidad people. i didnt mention any names. i gave a clue. tinamaan naman kayong lahat. haha! wala kayong magagawa kung trip ko. as long as i do not violate any rules, im gonna say the hell what ever i want. its the internet. and i love bullshitting other people. its as simple as that. at hindi ako magbabago para sa inyo noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-326264320384663359?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/326264320384663359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=326264320384663359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/326264320384663359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/326264320384663359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/lounge-issue-with-me.html' title='the lounge issue with me.'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-6310655784684437900</id><published>2007-11-29T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:41:00.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha! i told you so! &gt;:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 71% Bitchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may not think of yourself as the ice queen, admit it, you're often in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;And it's those around you who often bear the brunt of your annoyance, even if they haven't done anything wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-6310655784684437900?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/6310655784684437900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=6310655784684437900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6310655784684437900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/6310655784684437900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/haha-i-told-you-so.html' title='haha! i told you so! &gt;:]'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-7725786603448677866</id><published>2007-11-29T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:44:34.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you can never really tell if a person has ethics or not. define ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ethics (noun) - a set of principles of right conduct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. were in the internet so wheres the ethics? its called netiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;netiquette (noun) - etiquette practiced or advocated in electronic communication over a computer network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not forced into someone its learned and taught into us when we were young. then we take it in and carry it as we grow old. wherever we go and whatever we do even though someone's not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just dont really care about other people here in the internet. maybe because of freedom. there are no laws restricting the boundaries of certain behavior here. there are rules and given sanctions for every site. some site dont have one. we choose where to browse and stay. where we benefit and becomes happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about people who run a certain site? a person who implement rules?&lt;br /&gt;what if they are the ones who breaks the rules because they are administrators or the owner?&lt;br /&gt;do you think thats just? fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i for one do not think so. who am i talking about? lexxis of banidad.com forum community. he implemented not to delete any posts because some are back reading. then again, some violated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on october 27 of this year, someone deleted my post in the lounge board. a board for administrators and moderators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed off. and before that kissy wouldnt get off my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never intended to hurt anyone. i spoke for all of us. i wanted to suggest something good. and they deleted and disrespected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissy wouldnt speak up to this matter until she spoke to me in my yahoo messenger. she admitted she deleted my post. and the only reason she gave to me was that she was protecting me with all the backstabbing comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not care what other people say. i really dont need her help, me telling me what to do and especially doing me favors when im not asking her too. from the beginning i never liked her. so why start now? okay, so everybody deserves a chance. but DAMN she wont listen when i told her to talk to the person directly when she got a problem. coward. that was the last time i ever talked to her. im not intending of changing her and im not changing for her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already reported the matter to both of the owners and so far i recall no action on this matter. biased, unfair and special treatment as i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on november 22, lexxis made a thread in the lounge namely "whats wrong with banidad". he wanted all of us to speak up. and we all did and majority of us said that the forum was too strict and some of the rules should be revised. he didnt listen. its was a useless thread actually. display. so some of us resigned. we didnt have a say. its not considered a forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november 27 i had another post in creative corner. the thread named "dear diary". my post was again deleted. yeah. it was a bitchy post but i did not violate any rule. how come delete it? oh yeah, so people will know that there is something going on with banidad. i can understand that. im not that stupid. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they should at least have my consent before deleting anything. its my intellectual property and they have no right. they are abusing their power. they can get away with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i proved that lexxis is a real selfish owner. i gave him a chance thats why i posted in his thread. im disappointed. im wrong. false hope. i doesnt really matter anymore.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; there are far more important things than banidad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, banidad is paying for his/their actions. do they really think that the members are that stupid not to know that there's something going on? they are looking for krisha. the real owner. of course, they wanna know why she left and someday they will know. heck! some even dont post anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banidad was such a happy place when we were there. when everyone talks to each other and says hi. everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now? they are too serious and take everything too tight. the processes etc etc and blah blah blah. suffocating and tiring. and i really hope what they are doing will benefit banidad. they continue and go on without us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really need banidad. im gonna live without it. and so will banidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill post about what really happened why krisha left. as for now, im posting for myself. and for banidad members reading this. you now know why we left. and i suggest, you think which is the right from wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-7725786603448677866?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/7725786603448677866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=7725786603448677866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/7725786603448677866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/7725786603448677866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-can-never-really-tell-if-person-has.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-7641454211902148642</id><published>2007-11-24T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:33:44.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosi Balasi by Sampaguita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wag mong pansinin ang naninira sa ‘yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basta’t alam mo lang, tama ang ginagawa mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wag mong isipin, wag mong dibdibin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kung papatulan mo’y lalo ka lang aasarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Nosi, nosi ba lasi&lt;br /&gt;Sino, sino ba sila&lt;br /&gt;Nosi, nosi ba lasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sino, sino ba sila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ituloy mo lang, gawin ang gusto mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walang mangyayari kung sila’y papansinin mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talagang ganyan, wag mo lang patulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wala lang magawa kaya sila’y nagkakaganyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love this song. HAHA! its self explanatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-7641454211902148642?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/7641454211902148642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=7641454211902148642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/7641454211902148642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/7641454211902148642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/nosi-balasi-by-sampaguita.html' title='Nosi Balasi by Sampaguita'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-7091240764480044821</id><published>2007-11-23T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:25:03.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you care, love and trust a person you would find ways to keep the bond alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends. its funny how i recall things. we build our bond just by a simple post i made on her forum. as the days, weeks and months past by. we grew closer. i find out we have similar things and that we share. i found something in her. a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in time, there are always obstacles that challenge that bond. we experienced that. many people questioned our friendship. commented. said that we are just friends because we need and find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kakampi" &lt;/span&gt;in each other. some persons even tried to ruin what we have. we proved them wrong and up until now its strong. still standing. concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may not talk in a certain site or messenger but we talk on other means. we dont have to shout out to the world how we value each other. we already know that. in fact, i do not care on what they say. just dont meddle with us. dont come up to me and say unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship isnt measured by how long you know the person or been with her. its how much you care, love and trust the person. yes. there will be always misunderstandings. it cannot be avoided. surely, no one would like everything to go to waste just because of that. the memories and the feelings.  the emotional  investments. thats why if we make a mistake, we learn and try to fix things up. start all over again to save all that said investments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are hard to find. value them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krisha, piya, koi, trixie and joshua. i value you guys and that will never change.&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-7091240764480044821?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/7091240764480044821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=7091240764480044821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/7091240764480044821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/7091240764480044821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-you-care-love-and-trust-person-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-2425061408851278074</id><published>2007-11-23T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:46:53.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my sweetest downfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I loved you first, I loved you first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But they're just old light, they're just old light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your hair was long when we first met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this line on regina spektor's song. whenever i hear this i always think about my boy. he has long hair. he captured my heart. ah. LOVE. the sweetest downfall ive experienced up until now. everyday that im with him, im happy as if we are the only ones living here, in this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, after my class, the usual. meet ups then eat. after i bought my book and had the tailor take my measurement for my blouse. we decided that we should go to mall of asia. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tambay.&lt;/span&gt; had ice cream then waited for the fireworks to come up. we bought food and sat over the sea wall seeing the shoreline. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simpleng kwentuhan.&lt;/span&gt; just the two of us not a care in the world. (mind you, there we many people seating at the sea wall waiting for the fireworks. it was annoying really.) as we watched the fireworks up close, i felt that glitters were falling down on us. or better yet, the colorful stars went just to say hello up close. it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt great that everyday of m life, i have him by my side. only me and nothing else. i realized that not only do i have a boyfriend i also have him as my friend. we can talk about any topic without any hesitation or shame. we are open with each other. doesnt keep any secrets. we are able to find and make time for the sake that we love each other's company. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang nagsasawa. &lt;/span&gt;everyday is a new day that i will spend just for the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im selfish. i want everything for him. i dont want distractions anymore. one by one, im going to leave things behind here in my virtual world. not all but keep important things. ive decided that i dont need anything else but him. he is worth everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/mapiandjacer17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/mapiandjacer17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-2425061408851278074?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2425061408851278074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2425061408851278074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2425061408851278074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2425061408851278074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/samson-by-regina-spektor.html' title='you are my sweetest downfall'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-2067364257657995243</id><published>2007-11-22T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:36:03.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kung may nagparinig sayo? anong gagawin mo?</title><content type='html'>kung may nagparinig sayo? anong gagawin mo?&lt;br /&gt;a) papatulan mo?&lt;br /&gt;b) wag mo na pansin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sakin, wag na patulan. bakit? bumaba lang breeding ko eh. nagpapatunay lamang na kapag pinaringgan ka. duwag. hindi kaya sayong sabihin eh. hanggang talikuran lang. paano ko nga ba nalaman na ako ang pinaparinggan? nung isang araw nag update ako ng blog. at inilgay ko sa baba &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"insecurity kills". and it does. it drives people nuts. &lt;/span&gt;ng makita ko ang thread na " message to your friends and bestfriends" nakita ko na kinopya nya ang sinabi kong iyon na may strike through font effect pa. ibig sabihin, wow! minamanmanan pala ako! haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grabe na ganda ko! haha! DAMN TALAGA. HAHA! natatawa ako. natutuwa. WHOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nd yeah, maturity isnt measured by the years. its measured by how you act, think and speak. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-2067364257657995243?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/2067364257657995243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=2067364257657995243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2067364257657995243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/2067364257657995243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/kung-may-nagparinig-sayo-anong-gagawin.html' title='kung may nagparinig sayo? anong gagawin mo?'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1636784853708010621</id><published>2007-11-20T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:42:24.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I BEAUTIFUL OR WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>insecurity kills. damn! some people are too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"inggit"&lt;/span&gt;. yes. imagine, im a junior moderator in a forum community. i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;banned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in my own moderated thread.&lt;/span&gt; i dont think its a simple mistake. how can they? are they blind? dont they double check it? there are many administrators and nobody even noticed. nobody even checked when i said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hindi ko nakikita ang die in a crossfire ko".&lt;/span&gt; nobody bothered or cared. im no fool. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sana lang lumaban sila ng harapan. wag nila abusuhin at gamitin ang kapangyarihan nila bilang administrators. what loosers really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-1636784853708010621?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1636784853708010621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1636784853708010621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1636784853708010621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1636784853708010621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/am-i-beautiful-or-what.html' title='AM I BEAUTIFUL OR WHAT?!'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1149088948849690798</id><published>2007-11-20T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T03:38:39.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stereotyping!</title><content type='html'>okay so you have a picture, looks grungy and dark. you post it somewhere for everybody to see. one comments - "your emo". what the fuck? how can you tell? by the way she looks? so yeah. stereotyping is a tradition. you look clean and dress good. your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conyo.&lt;/span&gt; dress cheap? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jologs.&lt;/span&gt; bah! what about these labels that makes people concious about themselves. ah yes. media. we are all zombies. but damn! photostealing and copy cats? i think that's below the belt. no originality. placing your shoes just to imitate someone you think cool. lame. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just shoot yourself and bleed to death. &lt;/span&gt;haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-1149088948849690798?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1149088948849690798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1149088948849690798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1149088948849690798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1149088948849690798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/stereotyping_20.html' title='stereotyping!'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-1774499063334427026</id><published>2007-11-17T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:17:18.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ex boyfriend.</title><content type='html'> 1.After 1 year of not seeing&lt;br&gt;each other, muli mong nakita ang ex mo.&lt;br&gt;Ano ang magiging reaction mo?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*snob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2 . Saan nakalagay ang picture ng ex&lt;br&gt;mo?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wala. sunog na o kaya punit na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Nakasalubong mo ang dati mong&lt;br&gt;bestfriend na GF/BF na ng ex mo&lt;br&gt;ngayon. Ano ang gagawin mo?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh? pumatol ka sa basura ko? BAGAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Tinetext mo pa ba ang ex mo?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. May nagbalita sa yo na naaksidente&lt;br&gt;daw ang ex mo. How would you react?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who cares, care bears?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh talaga? okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Ano ang naka-entry na name ng ex mo&lt;br&gt;sa fone mo?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Kailan ka huling dumaan sa favorite&lt;br&gt;restaurant nyo ng ex mo?&lt;br&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pancake house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. When was the last time you heard&lt;br&gt;news about your ex?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mag tratrabaho daw siya sa japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bagsak daw siya sa swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Nabalitaan mo na ikakasal na ang ex&lt;br&gt;mo. Ano reaksyon mu?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aww. me nagpakasal dun? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. What's your usual reaction kapag&lt;br&gt;napapakingg an mo ang theme song nyo ng&lt;br&gt;ex mo?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11 . After your break-up, ano ang&lt;br&gt;ginawa mo to recover?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOY LIFE. HAVE FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Kung meron kang gustong ibigay sa&lt;br&gt;ex mo, ano yun?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah. slimming pill tska master cleanser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Kung gagawing pelikula ang love&lt;br&gt;story nyo ng ex mo, ano ang gusto mong&lt;br&gt;maging title?&lt;br&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wrong love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Kapag nakipagbalikan ang ex mo,&lt;br&gt;tatanggapin mo ba sya uli?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanaw ko palang siya, no na kaagad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. You walk into a restaurant at&lt;br&gt;nakita mo ang ex mo dining out with a&lt;br&gt;date. Ano ang gagawin mo?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aww. who cares, care bears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Complete the sentence. "Ang&lt;br&gt;natutunan ko sa naging relationship&lt;br&gt;nami n..."&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mali ang umibig kaagad. mali din ang magpakatanga, magpakagago at ibigay ang lahat na halos walang matira sa sarili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17 . Kung bibigyan ka ng Fairy&lt;br&gt;Godmother mo ng chance to turn back&lt;br&gt;time, gugustuhin mo pa bang balikan&lt;br&gt;ang nakaraan nyo ng ex mo?&lt;br&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeap. hindi na sana naging kami.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-1774499063334427026?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/1774499063334427026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=1774499063334427026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1774499063334427026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/1774499063334427026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/ex-boyfriend.html' title='the ex boyfriend.'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-338722186514362950</id><published>2007-11-17T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:09:55.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christina aguilera's - can't hold us down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Christina Aguilera's - Cant hold us down feat Lil Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I not supposed to have an opinion&lt;br /&gt;Should I be quiet just because I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Call me a bitch cos I speak what's on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a female fires back&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly big talker don't know how to act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; So he does what any little boy would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Making up a few false rumors or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; That for sure is not a man to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Slanderin' names for popularity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; It's sad you only get your fame through controversy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;This is for my girls all around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Who've come across a man who don't respect your worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Thinking all women should be seen, not heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; So what do we do girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Shout out loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground&lt;br /&gt;Lift your hands high and wave them proud&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and say it loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Never can, never will, can't hold us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can hold us down&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can hold us down&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can hold us down&lt;br /&gt;Never can, never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I not supposed to say what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Are you offended by the message I'm bringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Call me whatever cos your words don't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Guess you ain't even a man enough to handle what I sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; If you look back in history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; It's a common double standard of society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; The guy gets all the glory the more he can score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; The guy can get away with it &amp;amp; the girl gets named&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my ladies come together and make a change&lt;br /&gt;Start a new beginning for us everybody sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Lil' Kim:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it - Here's something I just can't understand&lt;br /&gt;If the guy have three girls then he's the man&lt;br /&gt;He can either give us some head, sex a roar&lt;br /&gt;If the girl do the same, then she's a whore&lt;br /&gt;But the table's about to turn&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet my fame on it&lt;br /&gt;Cats take my ideas and put their name on it&lt;br /&gt;It's airight though, you can't hold me down&lt;br /&gt;I got to keep on movin'&lt;br /&gt;To all my girls with a man who be tryin to mack&lt;br /&gt;Do it right back to him and let that be that&lt;br /&gt;You need to let him know that his game is whack&lt;br /&gt;And Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera got your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a little boy&lt;br /&gt;Think you're so cute, so coy&lt;br /&gt;You must talk so big&lt;br /&gt;To make up for smaller things&lt;br /&gt;So you're just a little boy&lt;br /&gt;All you'll do is annoy&lt;br /&gt;You must talk so big&lt;br /&gt;To make up for smaller things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Repeat Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My POV on this:&lt;br /&gt;i love this song. why? it talks about the stand of a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;we should be respected not because we are what we are but because without us there is no man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; sure, you are stronger but that doesnt prove anything. that's just the physical aspect. how about emotional? oh yeah sure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;we are more sensitive but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;we can also prove you wrong. we can make you cry and beg for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;intellectual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; we are smarter than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we make the world go round. trust me, we do. we deserve respect. we deserve to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;we have the right to take pride in ourselves. we are beautiful beings. creation of the Lord to be here for you. so dont waste the given gift to men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man who hurts a woman isnt a man at all. he's just a coward. hurting a person weaker than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are a part of you and accepting that leads to equality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there is no difference between a man and a woman. both feels love and pain. both need each other. its as simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-338722186514362950?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/338722186514362950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=338722186514362950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/338722186514362950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/338722186514362950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/christina-aguileras-cant-hold-us-down.html' title='christina aguilera&apos;s - can&apos;t hold us down'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-4259943532386121823</id><published>2007-11-14T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T05:13:56.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait is finally over.</title><content type='html'>Yes! it finally finished! whoo! All the adjustments have been made. And so far, it can stand on its own now. I hope old friends can support and help me on this. Register and be with us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.invisionfree.com/waderlustforums"&gt;wanderlust forums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-4259943532386121823?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/4259943532386121823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=4259943532386121823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4259943532386121823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/4259943532386121823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/wait-is-finally-over.html' title='The wait is finally over.'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-277150605665057562</id><published>2007-11-13T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:12:46.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long wait is almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im still finishing the last touches to my forum. this will signify &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;new life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;new beginning&lt;/span&gt; and of course &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;new friends.&lt;/span&gt; im hoping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can correct my mistakes&lt;/span&gt; here and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;avoid repeating the history. &lt;/span&gt;call me an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;asshole, bitch and biased. &lt;/span&gt;i have no plans of inviting those persons who im irked with. so to speak, they are not welcome. if they do join. haha! sure. no prob. but make no mistake about messing around my forum or its members. i wont hesitate banning their IP and deleting their accounts. I'll be putting up their names in my hall of shame. mark my words. yeah. its the net but these people take everything literally and personally. so lets fight fire with fire. kick it up a notch and see who will have the last laugh. haha! &gt;x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.invisionfree.com/wanderlust"&gt;htpp://s3.invisionfree.com/wanderlust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-277150605665057562?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/277150605665057562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=277150605665057562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/277150605665057562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/277150605665057562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-wait-is-almost-over.html' title='the long wait is almost over'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537972785906219190.post-70646050487466089</id><published>2007-11-12T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:38:22.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school</title><content type='html'>woke up real early.  yeah. a little bit of excitement. new blockmates. new subjects. gah! if i only knew ill be disappointed. there were no professors today. so much for the bus trip, fare and my energy. should have stayed at home and sleep. well, i did meet my only tow friend in school namely joey and nico. they keep me company while i was waiting. anyway, me and jacer have meet ups as we always do. eat, gala sa mall. &lt;strong&gt;fun fun fun!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my day wont be complete without him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;atleast, he was there even if im kinda sad how my first day turned out to be. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im just glad he is there always by my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537972785906219190-70646050487466089?l=mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/feeds/70646050487466089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537972785906219190&amp;postID=70646050487466089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/70646050487466089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537972785906219190/posts/default/70646050487466089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapi-taffy-corner.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school'/><author><name>mapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02310259911636150237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c40/xdisturbedx/DSC00132-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
