<?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-3772502919632638837</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:31:15.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mara Label.</title><subtitle type='html'>Take a plunge into an ocean of my random thoughts about this crasy, crasy world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-4416468084211368412</id><published>2010-03-28T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:48:40.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RULES FOR LADIES FROM THE MALE SIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Finally, a Set of rules for you ladies:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us bitching about you leaving it down.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect present yet again!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Saturday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Don't cut your hair. Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then you're stuck with her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Crying is blackmail. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. We don't remember dates. Mark birthdays and anniversaries on a calendar. Remind us frequently beforehand. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Most guys own three pairs of shoes - tops. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We refuse to answer.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Let us ogle. We are going to look anyway; it's genetic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out. Get over it. And quit whining to your girlfriends. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. All men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. We have no idea what mauve is. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. You have enough clothes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. You have too many shoes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. No you really do have too many shoes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. It is neither in your best interest or ours to take the quiz together. No, it doesn't matter which quiz. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. BEER is as exciting for us as handbags are for you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know we really don't mind that, it's camping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-4416468084211368412?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/4416468084211368412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/03/rules-for-ladies-from-male-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/4416468084211368412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/4416468084211368412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/03/rules-for-ladies-from-male-side.html' title='RULES FOR LADIES FROM THE MALE SIDE'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-4483024861750105190</id><published>2010-03-28T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:42:50.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMEN PICK-UP LINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;Here are some responses by women to pick-up lines made by men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Man: "Haven't we met before?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yes, I'm the receptionist at the V.D. Clinic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Haven't I seen you someplace before?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yeah, that's why I don't go there anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Is this seat empty?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yes, and this one will be too if you sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "So, wanna go back to my place?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Well, I don't know.  Will two people fit under a rock?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Your place or mine?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Both.  You go to yours and I'll go to mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I'd really like to get into your pants."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "No thanks.  There's already one asshole in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I'd like to call you.  What's your number?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "It's in the phone book."&lt;br /&gt;Man: "But I don't know your name."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "That's in the phone book too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "So what do you do for a living?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "I'm a female impersonator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Voulez-vous vous coucher avec moi ce soir?"&lt;br /&gt;(Would you like to go to bed with me tonight?)&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Je voudrais bien, mais je n'ai rien a porter."&lt;br /&gt;(I would love to, but I have nothing to wear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "What sign were you born under?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "No Parking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Hey, baby, what's your sign?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Do not Enter" (or) "Stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "How do you like your eggs in the morning?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Unfertilized!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Hey, come on, we're both here at this bar for the same reason."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yeah! Let's pick up some chicks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I'm here to fulfill your every sexual fantasy."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "You mean you've got both a donkey and a Great Dane?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I know how to please a woman."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Then please leave me alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I want to give myself to you."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I can tell that you want me."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Ohhhh.  You're so right.  I want you to leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "If I could see you naked, I'd die happy."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yeah, but if I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Hey cutie, how 'bout you and I hitting the hot spots?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Sorry, I don't date outside my species."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "May I see you pretty soon?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Why?  Don't you think I'm pretty now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Your body is like a temple."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Sorry, there are no services today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I'd go through anything for you."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Good!  Let's start with your bank account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I would go to the end of the world for you."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yes, but would you stay there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-4483024861750105190?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/4483024861750105190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/03/women-pick-up-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/4483024861750105190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/4483024861750105190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/03/women-pick-up-lines.html' title='WOMEN PICK-UP LINES'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-3223837705807624425</id><published>2010-03-17T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:43:39.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the secret to happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Be yourself, don't let other people's opinions control you and let go of desire. Mind over matter. Stop wanting what you know you can't get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/mssabogish"&gt;If Hitler shaved, would he have been as famous?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-3223837705807624425?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/3223837705807624425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-secret-to-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/3223837705807624425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/3223837705807624425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-secret-to-happiness.html' title='What&amp;#39;s the secret to happiness?'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-896279812434774165</id><published>2010-03-01T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:44:39.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush ko sha. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT GUY INDEED CAUGHT MY EYE. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falalalalalaaaaaa. Butterflies in my stomach, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you and everything turns black and white, except for you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh tell me, why do I feel this way? Can this be love? NOOOOOT. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian Bautista songs are stuck in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRUSH KITAAAAAA. Hihihi. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-896279812434774165?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/896279812434774165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/03/crush-ko-sha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/896279812434774165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/896279812434774165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/03/crush-ko-sha.html' title='Crush ko sha. :)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-7037384744985839136</id><published>2010-02-22T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:49:44.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'm Summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Summer ~ The season that comes after spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is someone who comes too quickly. Someone you can’t stop from bringing things that you never expected to be brought. &lt;i&gt;She gives you the things to wonder about&lt;/i&gt;. She makes you feel things that you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; expect to be existent. She makes you feel the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;. And she &lt;i&gt;makes you think that everything happens under the power of &lt;b&gt;FATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Autumn (Fall) ~ The season that follows summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes you realize that &lt;i&gt;summer is the best lesson you could ever learn&lt;/i&gt;. And that summer made you ready for whatever Autumn has to offer. With her you will realize that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;FATE is nonexistent&lt;/span&gt;. And that &lt;i&gt;everything goes by coincidence&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-7037384744985839136?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/7037384744985839136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-guess-im-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/7037384744985839136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/7037384744985839136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-guess-im-summer.html' title='I guess I&apos;m Summer.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-8382932661351837286</id><published>2010-02-22T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:06:40.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm back! :-)</title><content type='html'>I've been out for a while. Got busy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has changed. Lost friends, made new ones. But I'm still zeh old crappy girl I am. Still dreaming about that boy. Y'know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually dunno what to talk about. Ugh. Wait up, lemme change the song I'm listening to to a sad song. Just so this entry would be melancholic. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(NP: Burnout - Sugarfree)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, this sem's been okay. I have new classmates. Same circle of friends. =}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BURNOUT'S NOT THAT SAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooooh, oooooh. I know! Imma blog about my fuching foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, when I woke up Sunday morning, my foot was aching. It was unbearable. Then I realized there was a pain killer I could take. I had to take it. I had to go to Greenbelt to watch a play. So basically, I was okay. But then when I woke up this morning, it got worse. It ached to a point that I really couldn't walk. So I'm not going to skool tomorrow because of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Now listening to This is Us by Keyshia Cole)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I missed blogging, I'm going to blab about whatever's running through my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sort of sad when I go reminiscing. There are things I wish I din't do, things I wish I did, things I wish I din't say and those I wish I said. The thought of losing someone I valued lots. Like my friends, former boyfriends. But then again, I realize that I'm who I am because of the decisions I made. And I'm happy about that. I appreciate life more. The beauty of this world and the lessons it gives us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you guys tomorrow! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-8382932661351837286?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/8382932661351837286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/8382932661351837286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/8382932661351837286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-im-back.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m back! :-)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-8808587140354357069</id><published>2009-09-02T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:50:25.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got this from my multiply. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kung single ka, alin ka dito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Destiny Addict.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ito 'yung mga taong hinihintay na gumawa ang tadhana ng paraan para pagtagpuin sila ng kanilang mga "soulmates" and whatever. Ayaw kumilos o kung ano pa dahil naniniwala siya na kung sino man 'yung talagang meant for him/her ay darating na lang bigla sa paraang maaaring hindi niya inaasahan--wow, parang Serendipity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Dadating din 'yan. 'Wag kasing hanapin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Perfectionist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Simula nung magkamalay ang taong ito, nakalista na ang mga bagay na gusto niya sa kanyang magiging boypren/girlpren. Kapag may nakilala siya at nakitang madumi ang kuko, magkadikit ang kilay, may butas sa ngipin, o parang penguin maglakad, wala na. Turn off na 'yun para sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Ok na sana siya e. Kaya lang gusto ko 'yung ganito..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Busy Bee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pasensya na sila pero masyado kang maraming inaasikaso tulad ng libro, bolpen, papel at calculator. Umaalis ka ng 6 am sa bahay at umuuwi ng 7 ng gabi 'pag weekdays. Pagdating mo sa bahay, gagawa lang ng homework at matutulog na. Masaya ka nang makanood ng TV 'pag Sabado (at gumawa ulit ng homework). Sapat na sa'yo ang kumain sa labas kasama ang pamilya 'pag Linggo (at gumawa pa rin ng homework).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Sorry. Wala akong time sa ganyan e."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Friend Forever ( version 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kunwari ka pa dyan. Alam mo namang gusto mo talaga 'yang best friend o special friend mo pero hindi mo lang sinasabi at pinapadama dahil ayaw mong masira ang pagkakaibigan niyong dalawa. 'Yung tipong 'pag may kasamang iba 'yung gusto mo, kunwari ka pang masaya ka para sa kanya pero sa totoo lang, gusto mo na malusaw na parang ice caps dahil sa Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm so happy for you!" o "Sayang naman 'yung pinagsamahan namin e."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Friend Forever (version 2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; Wala tayong magagawa pero talagang malapit ka lang sa kabilang kasarian--pero bilang kaibigan lang. One-of-the-boys, ladies' man. Hindi ka naman homo o bi pero sadyang kaibigan lang ang tingin mo sa mga taong hindi mo kapareho ng chromosomes. Masaya ka nang nakaka-hang-out lang sila, nakakakwentuhan, niyayakap nang walang halong malisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "May inuman ba mamaya?" (kung babae) o "Hatid ko ba kayo mamaya?" (kung lalaki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Born to be One.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Single-blessed ka at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun. :) Nilikha ka siguro para maging mag-isa (pero syempre may pamilya at kaibigan ka naman, duh) hanggang tumanda ka na at ipadala sa Home for the Aged. Marami akong kakilalang mukhang ganito ang patutunguhan at hindi naman sila mga pangit o abnoy talaga. Minsan lang, masyado silang masungit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Mag-isa ako."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Go-Lucky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;'Eto 'yung taong masaya na sa trip-trip lang at kung anu-anong mga happenings. Kahit sino na lang basta no strings attached. For fun lang at walang seryosohan please. Personally, ayoko nung mga ganito. Umaapaw lang siguro 'yung mga taong ganito sa L. Magbuhos ka nalang ng malamig na tubig sa iyong buong katawan at solb na 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm not ready to commit e, but I really like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wrong Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; 'Eto naman 'yung mga laging idinadahilan na masyado pa silang bata o kaya masyado na silang matanda. May mga tao raw na ganyan, 'yung pakiramdam nila laging may tamang panahon para sa pag-ibig. Pero ang labo lang kasi tuwing may pagkakataon naman, lagi nilang naiisip na maling panahon pa iyon. Oo, wrong timing lagi ang pag-ibig para sa kanila kasi madalas sumasakto kung kelan meron silang board exams, problema sa pamilya, o long test kinabukasan. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "We had the right love at the wrong time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Parent Trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ayaw ni mama o ni papa na magkaboypren/girlpren ang kanilang unica hija/hijo kahit na 22 years old na ito at kumikita na ng sarili niyang pera. Kailangan daw magkaron ka muna ng isang strand ng puting buhok bago may makadalaw sa'yo sa bahay. O kaya, baka ikaw 'yung may problema dahil natatakot ka sa iisipin ng mga magulang mo tungkol sa taong iyong gusto. Baka kasi sabihin nila na masyado siyang bansot/ matangkad/ baboy/ payatot para sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Strict ang parents ko eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Trauma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dahil sa dami ng mga heartbreak na iyong nadama at emo songs na napakinggan mo na noon, sinumpa mo nang hindi ka magmamahal. Ayaw mo na. Sawa ka na sa paglalaslas ng pulso, este, sa paglalagay ng mga madramang stat message sa YM at pag-iyak ng balde-baldeng luha. Awwwww. &gt;:D&lt; Pwede rin namang masyado kang insecure sa sarili mo kaya hindi ka makapagmatapang na magventure into some love quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Pagod na pagod na akong masaktan!" *hikbi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your Ex-Lover Is (NOT) Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; Yikeeee. Mahal pa rin niya ang kanyang ex at hindi siya maka-get-over the person. Boo. Pilit pa ring inaalala ang mga tawanan, iyakan, at PDA moments nilang dalawa kahit 'yung ex niya ay nakikipag-(insert verb here) na sa ibang babae/lalaki. Sasabihin mong nakapag-move on ka na pero pag nagkwentuhan tungkol sa pag-ibig, tandadadaaaaan! Siya na naman naiisip mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm over him/her..." *tapos iiyak bigla :))*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ayaw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dalawa na namang kaso ito. Una, ayaw mo lang talaga magka-"someone". Hindi ko na pipilitin ungkatin 'yung dahilan pero may mga pagkakataon lang talaga na ayaw mo. Ikalawa naman, baka...ayaw kasi sa'yo nung gusto mo. And that's the shizzest thing ever! Pwedeng ayaw niya sa'yo dahil may girlpren/boypren siya, busy siya or whatever, o kaya ayaw ka lang niya talaga at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Ayoko pa magkaboypren/girlpren e." o "Hindi naman niya ako gusto."&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/3772502919632638837-8808587140354357069?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/8808587140354357069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/09/got-this-from-my-multiply-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/8808587140354357069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/8808587140354357069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/09/got-this-from-my-multiply-p.html' title='Got this from my multiply. :P'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-5351538260314094015</id><published>2009-09-02T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:45:50.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga pamatay na pangungusap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mga Panalong Pangungusap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. I dont care a damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Whats your next class before this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Can you repeat that for a second time around once more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. Hello! My brother Joey is out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; town. Would you like to wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. Dont touch me not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;6. You! You are not a boy anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; You are a man anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;7. Hello! For a while; hang yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;8. We are lovers, not fighters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;9. Why should I have a calling card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; Im not a call girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;10. Ay naku, sumasakit na naman ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; migraine headache ko!&lt;br /&gt;11. I dont eat meat. I'm not a carnival.&lt;br /&gt;12. You can fool me once, twice and even thrice. But you can never fool me four.&lt;br /&gt;13. I like my long legged legs.&lt;br /&gt;14. Ang tatay ko ang only living legend na buhay.&lt;br /&gt;15. That's why I'm a success. I don't middle in other ppl's lives.&lt;br /&gt;16. I won't stoop down to my level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mga Pamatay na Kahulugan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cigarette:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pinch of tobacco rolled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; in paper with fire at one end &amp;amp; a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; at the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love affairs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like cricket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; where one-day internationals are more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; popular than a five day test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's an agreement in which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; a man loses his bachelor degree and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; woman gains her master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Divorce:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future tense of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lecture: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An art of transferring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; information from the notes of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; lecturer to the notes of the students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;without passing through "the minds of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; either"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Conference: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confusion of one man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; multiplied by the number present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Compromise: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of dividing a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; cake in such away that everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tears: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hydraulic force by which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; masculine will-power is defeated by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; feminine water-power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dictionary: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; comes before marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Conference Room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; everybody talks, nobody listens &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; everybody disagrees later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ecstasy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling when you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; you are going to feel a feeling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; never felt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Classic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books which people praise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; but do not read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Smile: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A curve that can set a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; of things straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Office: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where you can relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; after your strenuous home life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yawn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time some married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; men ever get to open their mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Etc.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign to make others believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;that you know more than you actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Committee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuals who can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; nothing individually and sit to decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; that nothing can be done together.&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/3772502919632638837-5351538260314094015?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/5351538260314094015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/09/mga-pamatay-na-pangungusap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/5351538260314094015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/5351538260314094015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/09/mga-pamatay-na-pangungusap.html' title='Mga pamatay na pangungusap.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-694589069101653725</id><published>2009-09-02T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:17:24.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panalong lines/scenes.</title><content type='html'>LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. On the first day of the Mango sale, the sister of my friend was looking around and picked up a dress when a woman at the counter started screaming,"Put that down, that's mine!" The sister of my friend looked up, looked at the woman up and down, raised an eyebrow, and replied, "Excuse me. You are NOT small!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A supervisor once told a worker who has difficulty in understanding instructions, "Ang ulo, hindi lang yan pinapatong sa leeg, ginagamit din yan sa pagiisip." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A friend told another friend, "Naku, magma-make-up muna ako, baka magmukha akong yaya mo." The other friend replied, "Wag na, magmumukha ka lang yaya ko na naka-make-up." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. "Ako, I was born beautiful. Ikaw, you were just born." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When I saw friend I haven ' t seen in a long time, she told me, "Grabe, lalo ka pang tumaba!" So I told her, "Ikaw din, lalo ka pang pumangit!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Pag sinisingitan ako sa pila, nagpaparinig ako. I say, "Ang pilang ito, according to beauty. Mga panget muna."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. "Maliban sa mukha mo, ano pang problema mo?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I once told an officemate who kept on bragging about her new shoes, "Sale, right?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I pointed a "7 items or less" sign to a clueless pasosyal at the supermarket. She bitchily answered,  "I can read!" sabay irap. So I shot back with, "I know, but can you count?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. "Tuwing nakikita kita, gusto ko mag-sorry sa eyes ko." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. After receiving her pay slip and realizing how much she's paying for tax, a sosyal officemate exclaimed, "Ang mga poor ba nagbabayad din ng tax?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. During a hike at Mt. Mayon , we had a maarte companion. When we ran out of water, our guide got us some from a natural spring. The maarte girl said, "Dini-drink ba yan?" I told her, "Bakit, sa inyo ba ang water chinu-chew?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Bading: (envying a girl na crush ng crush niya) "Isang butas lang ang lamang mo sa'kin!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I was staring at an ugly bystander on their street. The ugly guy snapped, "Bakit ang sama mo makatingin?" I snapped back, "Eh bakit ang sama mo tignan?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. A friend once told me, "Ang ganda mo!" I answered: "Thank you, sana ikaw rin." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. "When a cashier tells me she doesn ' t have change, I say: "And kaninong problema yun?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-694589069101653725?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/694589069101653725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/09/panalong-linesscenes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/694589069101653725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/694589069101653725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/09/panalong-linesscenes.html' title='Panalong lines/scenes.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-7355887327603415025</id><published>2009-09-01T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:30:10.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random shits you ought to know about Mara.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I should be finishing my final plate in design but I feel that I need to rest and loosen up a bit. LOSL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. I'm gonna be talking about things you prolly want to know about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in deed random. We could talk about something and out of no where, I'd say something totally off topic. BUT that doesn't mean that I am not listening to you. Try asking shits about what you're talking about and I'm sure I can answer that. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I call almost everyone babe, bebe, bebelab, bebedoll, whateverrrr. BLEH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE INSECTS. Eww. Any kind. Gives me the creeps. UGHK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a malambing person. I like to hug, kiss and I am very touchy. So wag kang malishoso/malishosa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say what's on my mind. Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always take into consideration what people I value might feel regarding my actions. I always make it a point that people I care for won't be affected/hurt/whatever when I do things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I don't like you, that means I don't. Don't make an effort on doing things for me to notice you, you'd be just wasting your time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like guys who are suplado/mysterious. Gahd. I am so attracted to those kind. I have this fantasy of having my very own Chuck Bass (which I know will forever stay as a fantasy). Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are times I'm sensitive. Chyeah, that's just how I am. Deal with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love reading. Srsly, I could just read all day. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very appreciative. I appreciate even the smallest things people do for me. Kase I know how it feels like to be unappreciated. It sucks. So yeah, I wouldn't want people to feel that way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sassy. I believe I am. LOLS. If you have anything against this, lemme know. I'll have you screw yourself. HAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I'm drunk, I don't speak Tagalog. English lang. Mua ha ha ha ha. &gt;:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very open-minded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I respect every individual's opinion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love clothes, I love eating, I love music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in love with the thought of being in love. I just like the thought, I guess it makes me feel good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go. Hahaha. Enough of this crap. Have fun, everyone. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-7355887327603415025?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/7355887327603415025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-shits-you-ought-to-know-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/7355887327603415025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/7355887327603415025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-shits-you-ought-to-know-about.html' title='Random shits you ought to know about Mara.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-6622442201468012291</id><published>2009-08-29T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:25:24.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog about letting go.</title><content type='html'>Found one of those nice stuff in my fileeesss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one's about letting go. Maybe you need to read this. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;LETTING GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;To let go isn't to forget, not think about, or ignore. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;doesn't leave feelings of anger, jealousy or regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Letting go isn't winning, and it isn't losing. It's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;about pride, and it's not about how you appear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;and it's not obsessing or dwelling in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Letting go isn't blocking memories or thinking sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;thoughts, and doesn't leave emptiness, hurt or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;sadness. It's not giving in or giving up. Letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;isn't about loss, and it's not defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;To let go is to cherish memories, but to overcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;and move on. It is having an open mind and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;confidence in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Letting go is accepting. It is learning and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;experiencing and growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;To let go is to be thankful; for the experiences that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;made you laugh, made you cry, and made you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;grow. It's about all that you have, all that you had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;and all that you will soon gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Letting go is having the courage to accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;change, and the strength to keep moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Letting go is growing up. It is realizing that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;To let go is to open a door, and clear a path and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;to set yourself free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-6622442201468012291?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/6622442201468012291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-about-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/6622442201468012291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/6622442201468012291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-about-letting-go.html' title='A blog about letting go.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-979639119665892099</id><published>2009-08-09T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:34:25.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Sometimes, all you need is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hug to console a person that is feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;One smile to make a bad day be better.&lt;br /&gt;One best friend you can tell your secrets to.&lt;br /&gt;One person that is to voice out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;One person that you can entrust your heart to.&lt;br /&gt;ONE SOUL THAT BELIEVES IN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that you stop believing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;In times of despair, you know that there is one person in this planet that will understand you.&lt;br /&gt;It may be your mom, your dad, a friend.&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE IT COULD BE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta look deep down in your heart and have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-979639119665892099?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/979639119665892099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/979639119665892099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/979639119665892099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/one.html' title='ONE.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-1299173916964927050</id><published>2009-08-07T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:14:06.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;There will always come a time that you will get tired of loving and caring for someone cause that someone never valued you and took your feelings for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;So while you have someone loving you, learn to value them and love them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you couldn't love them back, the least you can do is say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-1299173916964927050?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/1299173916964927050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/1299173916964927050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/1299173916964927050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-5337968183546773713</id><published>2009-08-07T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:13:04.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYFRIENDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sino ang boyfriend mo dito? Orrrrr.. Anong klase kang boyfriend dito? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;JAMES BOND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga klaseng boyfriend the chickboy, talagang mahilig sa babae. Ito yung klaseng boyfriend na parating nagbibigay ng sakit ng ulo sa kanilang mga girlfriend. Madalas lumuwa ang mga mata niyan pag may sexing babaeng nakikita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;PASTOR ELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- mga boyfriend na hindi makabasag ng pinggan, kadalasang mababait at parang pastor na nangangaral sa mga tao. Madalas niyang pangaralan ang kanyang girlfriend tungkol sa mabubuting salita ng Panginoon. Very endangered ang mga Pastor Ely, kaunting-kaunti lang sila pero magaling humawak ng relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;COMMANDER ROBOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga boyfriend na seloso, over protective, at paladikta sa kanyang girlfriend. Yung tipong ayaw niyang padapuin yung kanyang GF sa ibang tao. Palagi siyang nakabuntot at binabantayan ang bawat kilos ng kanyang GF. Madalas nasisira agad ang isang relasyon kapag ang lalaki ay Commander Robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;BED-KING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- mga boyfriend na kaya lamang gustong magka-girlfriend ay upang gawing pampalipas-oras. Mga boyfriend na masyadong ma-L. Palaging gustong matulog kasama ang kanyang GF. Sexually adventurous si bed-king at hindi ideal ng mga Maria-Clara style na babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;CRISOSTOMO IBARRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga boyfriend na masyadong matatalino. Palaging pinaglalaban ang kanyang mga karapatan. Minsan ginagamit ang katalinuhan upang mang-akit ng girls. Palaban, madalas isinisingit ang kayang rights as BF. Kadalasan ito ang mga boyfriend na walang gaanong looks pero dinadaan sa utak ang pagsuyo sa babae. Masyado ring mapalabok ang kanyang sinasabi - yung tipong matalinhaga at para kang magkaka-nose bleed pang kinausap mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;COCO-LOCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga lalaking kinababaliwan dahil gwapo, may looks, kaya nga loco. Yun nga lang medyo matu-turn-off ka dahil kung ano ang guwapo niya siya namang kawalan ng utak. Mga BF na sumusunod lang sa agos, walang alam sa buhay. Walang talino in short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; dahil parang empty coconut shell ang utak. Madalas ang GF ang sumasalo ng lahat ng problema kapag may problemang dumating sa kanilang relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;UTO-UTO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- from the word itself. Ito yung mga BF na madaling lokohin, bigay-kaya kahit na alam na niyang niloloko siya. Madalas mahiyain ang mga Uto-uto. Hindi makahindi sa mga girls. Kapag ikaw ang GF niya, madalas ka ring magka-migraine dahil kahit na pangaralan mo e tuloy-tuloy pa rin sa pagpapaloko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;MR. EASY-GO-LUCKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga BF na kaya lamang nabuhay sa mundo e para mag-bunjee jumping at kumain. Mga walang alam sa buhay, tamad, at sumusunod sa agos. May talino ang mga ito, unlike sa mga coco-loco, ngunit hindi ginagamit ng husto. Mabisyo rin ang ganitong type ng BF. Laging may hithit na sigarilyo, laging nasa inuman, laging nasa lakwatsahan. Kung ikaw ang GF, iniexpect niya lagi kang sasama sa kanyang mga gimmicks. Palatandaan ng mga ganitong BF: palaging kasama ang kanyang mga ka-tropa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ECONOMISTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga BF na nakakaimbiyerna hindi dahil pangit ang ugali niya, kundi masyadong BARAT, KURIPOT, at WAIS. Ito yung tipo ng BF na kapag kakain kayo sa labas e sa karinderya ka ibabagsak, o sa tindahan ng kwek-kwek. Less romantic ang mga ganitong BF dahil kapag mag-de-date kayo e laging KKB as in KANYA-KANYANG BAYAD. Masinop sa pera, madalas siyang magbigay ng mga regalo na mabibili lang sa Divisoria, buy-one-take-one pa! Ito yung tipong BF na mas mahalaga pa ang pera kaysa sa kanyang GF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ROADRUNNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga BF na bigay-kaya ngunit wais. Mabilis pagdating sa persistence. Ito yung BF na mabilis pa sa alas-kuwatro pag susunduin niya ang GF sa school man o sa trabaho. Bigay-kaya in a sense na madalas siyang may regalo sa kanyang GF, yung tipong nakatatak na sa utak niya kung kailan ang birthday mo, monthsary ninyo, birthday ng nanay mo, tatay mo, blah-blah. Pero may limitasyon din itong si Road runner dahil pag nag-break kayo, sisingilin niyang lahat ang mga naibigay niya sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;SALAWAHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- very very very basic. Mga BF na mahilig sa girls, kung magka-girlfriend e dalawa. Minsan 3. Minsan 4. Mga traydor, palihim na sumisimple sa GF at naghahanap ng panibagong GF. Madalas pinagsasabay ng mga ganitong BF ang dalawa o higit pang relasyon. Madalas itong magbigay ng sakit ng ulo sa GF lalo na kung selosa ang una. Katulad siya ni James Bond, in short, pero ang Salawahan talagang lantaran sa panloloko sa kanyang GF. Ang mga James Bond naman, on the other hand, ay madalas ligaw-tingin lang sa makikita niyang sexy girls. Pero ang Salawahan, gagawin niya ang lahat para lamang mapasakanya ang mga babaeng nais niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;MR. DREAMBOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga BF na masyadong sweet, caring, maalalahanin, thoughtful at parang tutang sunud-sunuran sa GF. Ito yung mga BF na under-de-saya. Sinasamba ang kanyang GF, in short. Ito yung mga BF na madalas tanungin ang kanyang GF kung kumain na ito, kung naiinitan ito, kung nalulungkot ito blah-blah. Pero kung ako ang GF, medyo maaasiwa ako sa mga Mr. Dreamboy dahil para itong tutang susunod-sunod sa iyo. Kulang na lang dilaan ang pwet mo kung tatantiyahin mo kung paano ka niya sambahin. Perfect na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; si Mr. Dreamboy, yun nga lang medyo nakakaasiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;RICHIE-RICH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- ito yung mga BF na hambog, mayabang kasi nga mayaman-rich! Madalas maporma at laging new-wave. Kapag susunduin ang GF laging naka-wheels. Minsan Inglisero, minsan Pilipinong-Pilipino, minsan alien. Elite, maituturing siyang kabilang sa conyo sector. Yun nga lang maiimbiyerna ng kaunti ang GF dahil masyadong paistariray ang mga Richie-rich, gusto palaging bida. Kung mahal talaga ito ng GF, maaasar siya ng kaunti. Kung pera lang ang habol ng GF, wala lang sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;MR. NICE GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga BF na masyadong matindi ang sense of humor. Mga one-liner at joker kaya madalas sumakit ang tiyan ng GF dahil sa katatawa. Parang Easy-go-lucky, medyo nakikiagos lang sa sitwasyon. Minsan papansin din si Mr. Nice Guy pero hindi ka nga maaasar sa halip matatawa ka lang sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;PAPA BORI&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; opposite ng Mr. Nice guy. Mga BF na BULOK ang sense of humor. Madalas tahimik, borrrriiiiiing, at corny. Heto yung tipong BF na parang may sariling mundo, minsan parang may dinadaluhang lamay gabi-gabi kung tatantsahin mo ang kanyang pagiging boring. Masyado ring problematic si Papa Bori at mahirap pakisamahan. Madalas na rin siyang nabasted dahil sa kanyang ugali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;PAPA BORITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - parang Papa Bori, salat sa sense of humor, tahimik, boring, corny pero hindi problematic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; lang siyang may sariling mundo. Pero madali siyang pakisamahan. Mahiyain, medyo madaling bolahin itong si Papa Borito kaysa kay Papa Bori na parang laging galit sa mundo. Madaling pakisamahan ang Papa Borito at kung ikaw ang GF, medyo pagtiisan mo ang pagiging tahimik niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;MR. RIGHT GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mga BF na guwapo [bonus], mabait, perpekto. Wala ka nang hahanapin pa. Isa nga lang ang problema… HINDI PA SIYA PINAPANGANAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-5337968183546773713?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/5337968183546773713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/boyfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/5337968183546773713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/5337968183546773713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/boyfriends.html' title='BOYFRIENDS.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772502919632638837.post-7525559536649858420</id><published>2009-08-07T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:05:39.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Girlfriend (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is a perfect girlfriend? They say there's no such thing as perfection, and that she doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#EBEBEB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Oh trust me darling, she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#EBEBEB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;She dresses up all cute and pretty every time you take her out on a date. This is her way of keeping you interested as your eyes are locked solely on her. You stare at other girls instead, and she gets hurt and upset that all her time and effort were put to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;You call her insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#EBEBEB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;She holds on to you like she's never letting you go. This is her way of telling other girls that she's lucky that she has you, and no, you're not available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;You call her clingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;She calls you the sweetest nicknames, or ones that only you two will understand. This is her way of saying how special you are, and that there's nobody else in this world like you. You call other girls "babe" just as how you would call her, and she gets disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;You call her shallow and jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;She checks up on you, making sure you made it home safely or that you're not out getting yourself into any kind of trouble. This is her way of showing how often she thinks about you and that she worries constantly because that's how much she cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;You say she's nagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;She cries when you do or say something wrong. This is her way of saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;"That hurt only because YOU said it and I love YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;You call her overly sensitive and emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;She loves you more than you love her. This is her way of dealing with the fact that your relationship wasn't like how it used to be, but she is willing to make room for more love and some changes. You push her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;You call her dramatic and annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;So go ahead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Try to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;leave the insecure, clingy, jealous, nagging, overly sensitive, annoying girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(235, 235, 235); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;She will soon be much happier in the arms of someone who actually deserves her: &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;he Perfect Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3772502919632638837-7525559536649858420?l=mssabogish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/feeds/7525559536649858420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/7525559536649858420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772502919632638837/posts/default/7525559536649858420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mssabogish.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-girlfriend.html' title='A Perfect Girlfriend (?)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669930083754355324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGWdgksAkQ8/TIpWzVnLRhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mbUZ9vJjD0U/S220/128308666-c79e5b29b46a2ad13c98cd525e8723b3a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
