<?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-11988159</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:26:48.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sHooT foR tHe MoON...</title><subtitle type='html'>frustrated. unsatisfied. lost.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-116315167382941277</id><published>2006-11-10T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:24.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i share their sentiments...</title><content type='html'>or do they share mine? same? hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thses are some of the articles in peyups.com that i liked. well, these are the mushy articles that i liked, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should you want to read on, feel free to do so. otherwise, go find your own favorite article at &lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/index.khtml"&gt;peyups&lt;/a&gt;. (if you asked me, i think you just might enjuoy those written by &lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/user.khtml?op=userinfo&amp;uname=foolmars"&gt;foolmars&lt;/a&gt;. take your pick. absolutely funny in a very subtle, obscure and perverse kind of way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your choices are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=4306"&gt;A.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=3894"&gt;B.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=3884"&gt;C.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=3763"&gt;D.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you get to enjoy the site as much as did and do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-116315167382941277?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/116315167382941277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=116315167382941277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/116315167382941277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/116315167382941277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-share-their-sentiments.html' title='i share their sentiments...'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-116280086916679251</id><published>2006-11-06T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:24.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 letters to 3 ladies...</title><content type='html'>gracey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;hay. ayokong nagkakaganyan ka. ayokong nakikita kang napapraning. ayokong nakikita kang nasasaktan. kung alam ko lang sana ang pwede nating gawin para maayos ang lahat ng 'to, gagawin ko. huwag mong isiping cursed ka. sila ang bobo kasi hindi nila pinahalagahan ang isang gem na tulad mo.&lt;/em&gt; i myself am overwhelmed by the great love and generosity you have, you show and you give. and it saddens me that he does not see that. im sorry if i may have pushed you to doing some things. i didnt know how big an effect it will have on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  gurl, we are growing up. adults. this is part of life. pain is part of life. but so is strength courage, faith and friends. &lt;em&gt;sabi nga ng ubod ng galing na si cess&lt;/em&gt;, love is simply a small part of the big whole. do not let love ruin the goodness of life. &lt;em&gt;alam kong natatakot ka, nasasaktan. pero alam ko rin na &lt;/em&gt;you are stronger than this. wiser than this. one day, you will be able to get past the hurt and be a better person because of this. do not, ever, even for a lil while, think that you deserve any of this or that you are forever cursed with this. how else will you be ready for the right one if the wrong ones wont teach you a thing or two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  smile, gurl. you have us. you have me. and you have Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi cess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;grabe dude! bilib na talaga ako sa talino mo at sa lalim mong mag-isip. ikaw dapat ang nilalapitan ng mga mokong na to kapag nagkakaproblema sa puso at utak eh. tagos lahat ng sinasabi mo. sapul. derecho hanggang buto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  im trying to draw strength from your words. i need to. i need to get past this hump infront of me. lately i've realized that i'm not mature enough to engage in the relationships of the modern times. or maybe i'm not modern enough. or maybe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i know, i know. you told me so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  how does one do it? how does one love till loving hurts no more? the truth behind this mystery continues to elude me. hurting no more continues to elude me. it's this big black cloud hanging over my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  feed me more words. i need them. please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;providence pa! hehe! grabe, soulmates nga talaga tayo. sabi na eh. kaya gusto kitang makausap. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  naiinggit ako sayo.&lt;/em&gt; you seem to have a good grasp of whatever it is that is happening to you. you seem to have answered most of your questions. me? i am swimming in a pool of unanswered questions and doubts. and i have no strength to look for the answers. or should i say, i have no courage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  bru, we are not cursed. we are young! we have a long, long way to go. sabi mo nga, take it day by day. i agree. i find it less disappointing to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  three cheers to happiness! and three thousand cheers for happiness to come around that corner anytime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-116280086916679251?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/116280086916679251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=116280086916679251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/116280086916679251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/116280086916679251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-letters-to-3-ladies.html' title='3 letters to 3 ladies...'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-115021389913578364</id><published>2006-06-13T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"my way"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Table bgcolor=#006600 cellspacing=2 width=10px align=center&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor=#ffffcc cellspacing=3 width=10px align=center&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;Table bgcolor=#006600 cellspacing=5 width=300px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font style='font-family:Arial Black,Helvetica,Verdana; color:#ffffcc; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;luna_tic Highway&lt;table cellpadding=2 align=center width=100%&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;font style='font-family:Arial Black,Helvetica,Verdana; color:#ffffcc; font-size: 11pt;'&gt;Family Farm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;&lt;font style='font-family:Arial Black,Helvetica,Verdana; color:#ffffcc; font-size: 11pt;'&gt;5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;font style='font-family:Arial Black,Helvetica,Verdana; color:#ffffcc; font-size: 11pt;'&gt;Contentment Meadows&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;&lt;font style='font-family:Arial Black,Helvetica,Verdana; color:#ffffcc; font-size: 11pt;'&gt;23&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;font style='font-family:Arial Black,Helvetica,Verdana; color:#ffffcc; font-size: 11pt;'&gt;Childbirth Hospital&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;&lt;font style='font-family:Arial Black,Helvetica,Verdana; color:#ffffcc; font-size: 11pt;'&gt;36&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;font style='font-family:Arial Black,Helvetica,Verdana; color:#ffffcc; font-size: 11pt;'&gt;Mt. 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(myu, dalaw ka ha! hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amishu so much guys!!! salamat! ingat ka diyan myu! brod, minsan itetext kita, at kikitain kita sa eastwud para sa yirbuk. wahehehe! isang, huy, tapusin mo na, sisiw nalang yan. tzie, asan ang billboard na ito?! wag ka ng maarte! hi gboy! oi rudy, ikaw nalang ang di nagpapakita. at least ako, nakabawi na kahit pano. ehehe! gale! bakla asan ka na?! hamishuuu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-114604327135495284?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/114604327135495284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=114604327135495284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/114604327135495284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/114604327135495284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2006/04/update-after-hundred-years.html' title='Update... after a hundred years!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-114129105517313718</id><published>2006-03-02T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRY ME, JOHN CENA!!!</title><content type='html'>siyeeeeet!!! napakagaling!!! napakahusay! awesome! amazing! magnificent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the RAW superstars are magnificent WARriors! to see these yummy men with no shirts, sweaty and fighting it out in the ring... oooohhh baby!!! hotta hotta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero seriously, ibang klaseng experience ang makapanood ng live wrestling. entertainment talaga! napakaresponsive ng crowd, di mo mapigilang sumigaw. the best po ang steel cage match!! duguan ang aking si john cena na siyang star of the freaking night! si edge naman ay nagpakita ng fuwet! nahila ni john cena ang kanyang pants/tighty tights habang hinihila ito pabalik sa loob ng ring. napakaexciting ng steel cage!! wohooo!!! and speaking of wohoo, it must have been an overwhelming nyt for ric flair. para siyang diyos nung lumabas siya for his fight. as in nagbigay pugay ang mga pipol, sabay ng pagsigaw ng woooohh!!! birthday din niya nun, kaya bingyan siya ng cake after ng match nila big show, maria, viscera, snitsky at (oh shit i forgot her name!!) magsasalita na san si flair, nang biglang lumabas si HHH. siyempre akala ng lahat sapakan. ang tahimik. biglang nagyakapan ang mga bakla. bati na sila! hehehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis nga lang yung ilaw, sana puti nalang kesa sa red/orange. nakakainis din yung mga kj na nanunuod na pinapaupo ka agad kapag nakatayo ka para magpicture. mga ulul!!! e di sa susunod, bumili kayo ng ringside tickets para di kayo nagrereklamo!! shehehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dahil bali-balita na darating ang mga smackdown superstars, pagiipunan ko na yan para makaupo sa 3000/5000. (sana kayanin ko ang pagiipon!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana ay sama-sama tayong manuod ng smackdown! kasarap mga tol!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-114129105517313718?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/114129105517313718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=114129105517313718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/114129105517313718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/114129105517313718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2006/03/marry-me-john-cena.html' title='MARRY ME, JOHN CENA!!!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113972613022255191</id><published>2006-02-11T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP FAIR</title><content type='html'>tayo ba ay pupunta sa UP FAIR??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta maganda ang line-up tsaka kasma ang itchyworms, pasok ako! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bilis bilis!!! kelan tayo manunuod?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearTAttack (UP TAu Alpha Fraternity)&lt;br /&gt;February 13&lt;br /&gt;featuring: Brownman Revival, Radioactive Sago &lt;br /&gt;Project, Giniling&lt;br /&gt;Festival, UpDharma Down, Stonefree, Reggae &lt;br /&gt;Mistress, Indio Eve,&lt;br /&gt;Cheese, Soapdish, Greyhoundz, Kapatid... &lt;br /&gt;(walang pang binibigay na &lt;br /&gt;ticket price)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the FAIR (Scintilla Juris Fraternity)&lt;br /&gt;February 14&lt;br /&gt;featuring: Orange n Lemons, Hale, Sugarfree, &lt;br /&gt;Imago, Brownman Revival,&lt;br /&gt;6Cycle Mind, Dicta License, Itchyworms, &lt;br /&gt;Kamikazee, Moonstar88,&lt;br /&gt;Pedicab, Protein Shake, Blue Ketchup, Callalily, &lt;br /&gt;Cista... (Ticket &lt;br /&gt;price: 85Php)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP FIESTA (UP Alpha Sigma Fraternity)&lt;br /&gt;February 15&lt;br /&gt;featuring: Itchyworms, Parokya ni Edgar, &lt;br /&gt;Kamikazee, Mayonnaise,&lt;br /&gt;Cheese, Moonstar88, Kjwan, Brownman Revival, &lt;br /&gt;The Youth, Soapdish,&lt;br /&gt;Typecast, Valley of Chrome, Agape... (Ticket &lt;br /&gt;price: 75Php) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko pa alam line-up ng thursday-saturday. let's gooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Pahingi naman ako ng konting salap!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113972613022255191?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113972613022255191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113972613022255191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113972613022255191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113972613022255191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2006/02/up-fair.html' title='UP FAIR'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113953703214557539</id><published>2006-02-09T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, the good guys...</title><content type='html'>SUCK AT THE END!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakatapos lang ng exams, w/c meant 2 days of super puyat na 2hrs sleep lang, 2 days of tutorial sessions with classmates, and major powerplay during exams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biochem exams: umiikot ang aking papel 180 degrees (?). ibig sabihin, habang nakatalikod ang proctor, nakataas ang papel ko, nakaharap sa may left ko tapos unti unting namomove papunta sa right. basta, u get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahapon, nilabas ang result. ampotang yan, mas mataas pa sakin nga nangopya sakin. hanep!! ibang klase. di ko alam kung maaasar ako o matutuwa para sa kanila. hehehe! basta, yaan na. note to self: pakopya mo lang first part, sarilinin ang last part. wahehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ng anatomy exams, VIDEOKE GALORE! as in 7 hours kami sa Havana sa may E.Rod after ng exams, kahit naka-uniform kami. grabe, umulan ng 80's songs, Carpenters, halos nga oldies talaga ang kinanta. songs of the night: Chain, chain, chain... Chain of Fools! at FAME! may libreng exhibition pa from homegirl Tine2. nyahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyet! nakakaadik magvideoke! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malapit na ang feb 14. mga cool guys, ano ang ating mga plano for the heart's day? eurostar ba tayo? o up fair? let's get on it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malapit na din ang feb 18. yun ang exciting!!! wohooooo!!!! lets do all batok killers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapos lang po ang february (midterms na tapos na, defense na sa monday, battle of colors naman the week after), masayang masaya na ko. haaaay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113953703214557539?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113953703214557539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113953703214557539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113953703214557539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113953703214557539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes-good-guys.html' title='sometimes, the good guys...'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113648196707716469</id><published>2006-01-05T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Saudi With Love... and Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Click&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumusta? &lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na kung ‘di kita mabilis na nasagot.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi madaling maghanap ng radyong magagamit&lt;br /&gt;Para mapakinggan ang malayo mong boses.&lt;br /&gt;Kinailangan kong umuwi sa kinalakhang kubo&lt;br /&gt;Nang di maudlot ang pakikinig ng ilang beses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antagal na nating di nagkakasama&lt;br /&gt;Lagi kong naiisip kung mabuti ba ang iyong kinalalagyan&lt;br /&gt;May konting kurot sa damdamin&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing naiisip na di ka man lamang mapagsilbihan&lt;br /&gt;Laman ng lahat ng aking dasal&lt;br /&gt;Nawa’y di ka mapunta sa anumang kapahamakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya nga pala, nalalapit na ang kaarawan ng babae natin&lt;br /&gt;Tanging hiling, isang mansanas at damit na bago&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung ano ang aking isasagot&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang tanging maibibili ko lamang ay mansanas, tatlo limang piso&lt;br /&gt;Titiisin kong makita ang kabiguan at lungkot sa kanyang mata&lt;br /&gt;Masigurado ko lamang ang pambayad ng kaniyang matrikula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo ba, nagmahal na naman ngayon ang mga bilihin&lt;br /&gt;Beinte-singko na ang karne dito, kaya umiwas na rin kami sa pagbili&lt;br /&gt;Gulay at galunggong na lang ang halos naipapamalengke&lt;br /&gt;Ito lang kasi ang nagkakasya sa sweldo ko kada a-kinse&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko na sanang lumapit pa sa mga kamag-anak mo&lt;br /&gt;Sa tindi ng pagpataw ng interes at paniningil, daig pa bangko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensiyahan mo na nga pala ako&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita napadalhan ng regalo para sa ating anibersaryo&lt;br /&gt;Limang taon na tayong kasal, mahal ko&lt;br /&gt;Hayaan mo, nagsisimula pa lamang naman tayo&lt;br /&gt;Malalagpasan pa rin naman natin ang kalagayan nating ito&lt;br /&gt;Konting pagtitiis, mahal ko, magkakakasama rin tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang buwan pa lamang ang nakakalipas buhat ng umalis ka&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko nalang iniisip, na ilang taon pa ang iyong kailangan&lt;br /&gt;Isinasaisip ko na lamang, kailangang magipon para sa mga bata&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong matupad lahat ng pangarap natin para sa kanila&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti pang tayong dalawa ang makaramdam ng lahat ng pagtitiis&lt;br /&gt;Huwag lang silang mahirapan sa buhay nating ninais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag na huwag mong hahayaan ang iyong sarili&lt;br /&gt;Lalo pa’t wala ko riyan para maalagaan ka sakaling ika’y magkasakit&lt;br /&gt;Hindi man kita naipagluluto ng mga paborito mong pagkain&lt;br /&gt;Alalahanin mo na lamang na ikaw ang laman ng aming mga isipan&lt;br /&gt;Importante para sa atin ang maisakatuparan ang ating mga pangarap&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit mas importante para sa amin ang iyong kaligtasan at pag-iingat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangang dito na lamang itong munting padala namin para sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ramdam mo ang pagmamahal na inilakip namin dito&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mong kakalimutang magdasal sa Kanyang paggabay&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo ring kakalimutang kami ay laging nakaabang&lt;br /&gt;Isang libong disyerto man ang pumapagitna sa atin&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw, lahat ng ating pangarap, matutupad na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inspired by a voice tape recorded 20 years ago that mysteriously vanished as it recently and mysteriously appeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113648196707716469?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113648196707716469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113648196707716469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113648196707716469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113648196707716469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-saudi-with-love-and-hope.html' title='To Saudi With Love... and Hope.'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113648175344630706</id><published>2006-01-05T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AKO SI KALAYAAN</title><content type='html'>Ramdam ko ang lamig ng gabi&lt;br /&gt;Nanunuot sa numinipis kong balat&lt;br /&gt;Tagaktak ang pawis sa init ng araw&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa espasyong sa hangin ay salat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpupumilit makahulagpos sa mga harang&lt;br /&gt;Gawa ng mga bakal na pinaitim ng panahon&lt;br /&gt;Sa bawat pinagkaisang maitim na balak&lt;br /&gt;Isang punyal sa likod ay nababaon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong gabi, habang nakakama sa tigas ng sahig&lt;br /&gt;Inaalala ang pagtayo’t paninindigan ng marami&lt;br /&gt;Nalimot na silang nag-alay ng higit pa sa buhay&lt;br /&gt;Kapalit ang masilayan ko ang bukangliwayway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaban ko ang kapangyarihang kinasasabikan&lt;br /&gt;Balot sa gintong pinagpawisan ng aking kaanak&lt;br /&gt;Sinintensyahan ng habangbuhay na pagkakasakdal&lt;br /&gt;Sa paghadlang ng paglulupong na binabalak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nasasakdal&lt;br /&gt;Ako si Kalayaan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113648175344630706?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113648175344630706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113648175344630706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113648175344630706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113648175344630706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2006/01/ako-si-kalayaan.html' title='AKO SI KALAYAAN'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113648167632846130</id><published>2006-01-05T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn it all to hell and back.</title><content type='html'>how does one say "f*ck you!" or "go to h*ell!" or "d*mn you, you did it all again!" in ten different languages??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gad! i am such a fool. no one's a bigger fool than i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, gaddamet, shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i fell for the "im-so-funny-you-have-got-to-love-me" act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, i knew from the very beginning that this was all a lie. a pretense. a ruse, to see if i will bite the proverbial bullet once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gad! and bite i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i no pride? have i taken leave of my senses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus H. Christ! stupid, stupid, stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, this stupidity is all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, the urge to shout "f*ck you!" or "go to h*ell!" or "d*mn you, you did it all again!" in ten different languages is getting stronger by the second, becoming as important as my next breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, how long do i need to wait for the life i deserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** to friends: thou shall not react. please. or if the urge to speak is strong, please be gentle. i already know i'm pathetic and stupid and crazy and assuming and gullible. tell me something i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113648167632846130?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113648167632846130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113648167632846130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113648167632846130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113648167632846130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2006/01/darn-it-all-to-hell-and-back.html' title='darn it all to hell and back.'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113586623446651355</id><published>2005-12-29T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Solitary Walk</title><content type='html'>I have waited for so long to be alone, to talk to no one but Him and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally found the courage to ride the bus that will take me to the port. I couldn’t even get a wink’s sleep. All I could think of is erasing every black cloud looming somewhere inside my head. They are as black as whatever it is I can see outside the window. Oh will you look at that! It’s raining. How more melodramatic can it get? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I wanted to get out of the box I was living in? How many times have I sneaked out, walking the first 20 meters, then ended up going back? Sometimes I’d think, why do I need to go out to be alone when all I can feel is loneliness and the foreboding sense of being alone? Why do I need to go far when all the things that surround me seem miles away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The port. I’m here now. Next up, the waves. Funny how excited people are to board the wanna-be-boat and trust that it will bring them to the island of their dreams, where they can be able live a worry-free, doubled-up-prices, land of the sunshine. Me? I take it because I followed that voice that loudly, continuously whispers, "Go! Keep moving! Run! Run to somewhere he is not!" And so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow. Can you see that sun? It’s so, well, bright. So, sunshine-y. I am not in the mood, but clear skies and a bright sun can really cast even the least light to that little dark room inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, land. Should I get a room? Not now. I haven’t decided yet if I should stay for a while or for as long as this white island will embrace me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely. It’s lovely how the water plays teasingly with the sand and my toes. It’s cold, as cold as what I’m feeling. May be not. The water’s not that cold to be compared to what I have been feeling since he walked out. Nope. Not that cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I thought I could run away from the sight of couples, holding hands, rubbing each other’s back, laughing at each other’s jokes. I should have known better. I should have known that this is one of them couples’ island, openly reminding me of the sweet nothings and empty promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the heat of the sun, with the cooling breeze kissing my cheeks, fine sand tickling my feet, I begin to feel it once again; the foreboding sense of loneliness. Well, granted, I am alone. But today, I feel more alone. Wasn’t this what I was asking for? To be away from the world, to be able to think? What am I to think? Every one already knows he left. Everybody has told me that I am a fool, to have waited on someone who clearly deserves nothing more than a shilling’s worth. Even I knew that. Even I knew that the promises of forever were nothing but lip service. If for every time he kissed me, whispered he loved me, I get a coin for being the world’s only living fool, I’ll be rich. But back then, during those moments he held me, I was a million times richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, he held my hand, the way that guy over there holds his girl’s hand – as if it was the most important treasure of all. And he made me smile. The kind of smile that creeps slowly into your heart – the kind that you wear until the end of the week, or until he makes you smile for yet another stupid, senseless, cute reason. Once, he cooked for me. Granted half was burned, but it was the best dinner we had. He would do the chores I hate, even though he hates them just as much. He sneaked in and bashed the walls I’ve put up for the likes of him. And I let him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can forget the lies, the deception, the undeserved lashes he brought unto me. But I could not, with all the strength I have, forget these moments when I felt, even for a while, that he cared. He could have cared. He wouldn’t be able to do those things if he didn’t. There were times when I was ready to leave, but as soon as I reach the door, he does these crazy things. Then I drop everything else and run towards him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, have I no pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Salty. That’s weird, I haven’t gone for a dip yet. Oh, tears. Please God, take these tears away. I’m sorry, I didn’t keep my end of the bargain. Take these thoughts, these memories, these tears from me. They keep on tearing at me. And they hurt. Oh how they hurt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s dark. I didn’t notice. See those stars? If only I could count them, then I would have something to think about other than... well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how the moon glows so brightly against a dark sky? So bright, but so... alone. I guess I’m like the moon – alone in the midst of gazillion stars. And the brightness I radiate? It comes from the very core of loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter you tell me, Lord? I guess I am, in a way. Please don’t ask me to be happy in the immediate future. I can’t. And I don’t want to lie to You or break yet another promise. We both know I have broken a lot. Let me wallow in bitterness, but please, take away the pain. Let me be alone for a while, but please, stay with me. You prove to be the best conversationalist during these times. Well, granted you don’t actually talk back, but... well... You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t ask that you spare me from loving. I may have failed in love, but that does not mean I have no right to love nor do I want to love no more. One day, I know, this daunting sense of aloneness will be overpowered and trampled by the desire to share my life with someone. But not now, not sometime in the near future. Help me heal first. I want to be whole again, to pick up the pieces and be whole again. With You, I can do that. And in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited so long to be alone. Now, I have. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I miss him. More so, I miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113586623446651355?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113586623446651355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113586623446651355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113586623446651355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113586623446651355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/12/solitary-walk.html' title='A Solitary Walk'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113404591170638734</id><published>2005-12-08T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>found him</title><content type='html'>matangkad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayumanggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalbo (or semi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maganda ngiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matalino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey. nakita ko na. di madaling mahanap sa iisang guy ang mga ito na matagal ko ng hinahanap sa isang guy. (whew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR CLINCHER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first-name basis dahil classmates. PERO DI KAMI CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. ayus lang. at least, may isang bagay na maganda sa isang buong araw ng anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i need to get a life. fast. what's up with that??!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113404591170638734?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113404591170638734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113404591170638734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113404591170638734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113404591170638734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/12/found-him.html' title='found him'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113371969822153050</id><published>2005-12-04T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS WISH LIST. with emphasis on "wish". as in, "wish mo lang, dude!"</title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS WISH LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a sleek, black Motorola RAZR V3. o kaya Nseries. may flip phone ba ang nseries? basta gusto ko sana, black, flip camera fone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. an Ipod Nano/Video. nanganganib na hindi makadaong ng Pinas ang Ipod na inaantay ko. ayus lang. baka hindi para sa 'kin. (sourgraping!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. cropped pants. di ko alam tawag talaga eh. basta parang bitin na pants, mahabang shorts. pedeng sporty, pedeng pa-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. mga colorful/boho-style bag sa Greenhills. again, pedeng sporty /pagirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. black pumps. to go with the cropped pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Havaianas. in different colors. not necessarily original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dan Brown's Angels and Demons (w/ colored illustration preferred) and Da Vinci Code. read Angels na. the best! first-ever page-turner na nabasa ko. as in kinakabahan ako sa mga pangyayari. as in affected ako. as in. umph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. make-up. "ang pagdadalaga ni aya na 22 years too late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. dvd series ng CSI (Vegas, Miami, NY), Numbers, Medical Investigation (will edit pag naalala ko na lahat ng series na gusto ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. digicam / videocam. andami na namiss na event dahil walang pangkodak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. bagong school shus. lumuluwang na sa sides yung gamit ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. sneakers na black. as in plain black lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. madaming madaming hikaw. at bracelet. tsaka bagong bracelet ng relo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. black hooded jacket. yung parang jacket ng classmate kong si bernie. with and w/o zipper. hehehe. so jackets pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. boyplen. enuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inuulit ko. wish list. &lt;br /&gt;as in wish-mo-lang-makuha-mo-ang-mga-yan-anytime-soon.&lt;br /&gt;as in wish-mo-lang-may-pera-kang-pambili. &lt;br /&gt;as in wish-mo-lang-madaling-makuha-yung-huli.&lt;br /&gt;as in wish-ka-lang-ng-wish-libre-naman-yan-eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishy wishy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113371969822153050?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113371969822153050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113371969822153050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113371969822153050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113371969822153050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-wish-list-with-emphasis-on.html' title='CHRISTMAS WISH LIST. with emphasis on &quot;wish&quot;. as in, &quot;wish mo lang, dude!&quot;'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113336042008547438</id><published>2005-11-30T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:23.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUERTO GALERA! - yes, i barfed, at one time.</title><content type='html'>Isang malupit, pinakaabangan at pinaghandaang long weekend ang naganap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang linggo ko na ring hinintay ang Puerto Galera bakasyon galore c/o Engineer JP “Grand Pimp Master” Clamar. And it was super duper uber fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga GEEKS:&lt;br /&gt;JP – grand pimp master geek&lt;br /&gt;Aya – Saturday night poker champ / barf geek (uunahan ko na kayo! Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;Grace – “Pards, marimla na ku”  ngatog -labi geek&lt;br /&gt;Angela – “yeeesss!! Kakain na!!” bionic- kahit- tinabunan- na geek&lt;br /&gt;Nico – “Jumbo Paaaaack!” elbow drop / The Whip geek&lt;br /&gt;Maki – “samahan mo ako sa kwarto, may kukunin lang a—zzzzzzzz” / wrestling geek&lt;br /&gt;Dado – Sunday night poker champ / aydana-kadami-mong-pera geek&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo – pinulutan ng mga sea creatures / killjoy kinill-mo-ang-joy-namin-hayup-ka of the year geek (c/o maki hehehe!!)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy – “Mandy Monday na tayo umuwi” / one-day-di-ko-sisitahin-si-aya geek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mga super bosconian friends&lt;br /&gt;Lorenz – poker tayo ulit&lt;br /&gt;Ryan – taya ka naman!&lt;br /&gt;Archie – straight na yun pards!&lt;br /&gt;Nemis – sali ka na sa susunod&lt;br /&gt;Madel – chikahan tayo next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday ng madaling araw, after a few grueling waiting hours, after ng mga kalokohan sa bus, ng makarating sa pier where they sell goods worth diamonds, isang mahaba pero nakakaexcite na ferry boat, mineet kami nila Jp at ang kaniyang mga super friends sa shores ng White Beach, Puerto Galera. Gooossshh!!!!!!!! Ansayaaaaaa!! Sayang talaga at wala ang ibang pipol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakad-lakad muna. Napagod siguro ang crew dahil kami ay nagbalikan sa aming mga rooms. Pagpasok ni JP sa kwarto para mag-aya ng kumain, biglang may isang malakas na “YYYEEESSS!!!” sa isang sulok. Walang iba kundi ang ating house-bionic girl Angela! Sobrang gutom na po si bionic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang sarap ng aming kinain for lunch, nakatulog ang lahat (except nico at maki), nagising ng mga 4, palit na ng panligo, at tuloy na sa beach. At siyempre, hindi ko sinuot ang aking mighty sleeveless because i know i wouldn’t hear the end of it. Kaya yun, t-shirt galore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inuman by the beach, with gays wearing skimpy clothes, dancing on tabletops, shooting Mindoro sling. Tinopak si angela, shot after shot ang ginawa sa mindoro sling. Ang mga boys ay Fundador ang hinarap. After, a little walk by the beach, tambay, kwentuhan. Tapos nagkayayaan ng magpoker. And yes, ako ang nagwagi. 2nd-tym poker champ na, sa wakas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, pagkagising, bihis  na para sa isang matinding araw nga pagligo! Wohoo! Mejo may killer news nga lang; umuwi na ang mga super friends ni JP. at si kid at si mandy ay bumili na ng mga tikets pauwi. Sayang talaga at marami kayong mga gagawin, ang saya siguro kung sabay-sabay tayong nagsiuwian ng Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang hinihintay naming mabawasan ng konti ang init (dahil walang nagdala ng sunblock! What’s up with thaat?!), napagkwnetuhan ang mga laro nung elementary, mga kinokolektang air freshener na nanganganak. Tapos, may lumapit na nag-ooffer ng masahe at pa-braid. Hindi kami nagpamasahe at nagpabraid, pero may pinalagay kami ni gracie sa aming mga buhok. Yung parang bracelet, na inikot sa konting part ng aming buhok. Syempre tago, para di masita sa opis at sa skul. Tapos swimming na!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker nyt ulit ng gabi. Agad akong natalo, kaya naidlip muna ako habang checkeroo ng checkeroo at naghe-head and folders ang mga players. In the end, dado defeated them all. And on to the bars we go. Di na kami sa may sand, katatapos lang kasi ng ulan. Tigiisang bote ng beer. Sayaw-sayaw. Nagtreat si jp ng gin/chocolate concotion. Nung una, tanggap ng tiyan ko, kahit alam kong ang gin ay sneaky sa aking katawan. After magkayayaang umuwi, nagpumiglas makawala ang gin/chocolate concotion, kaya napakain ko ang mga bibe sa likod ng kiosk ng di oras. Oo na, i barfed na.  At siyempre, buong gabi akong tinuya, nilait, pinagtawanan, pinicturean ng mga pipol. Pero dahil napasaya ko sila, at napatawa nila ako kahit ganun pa man ang nangyari, ayus lang. Ayus na ayus lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning. Sabi nga ni nico, mahirap at walang ganang gumising ang tao kapag walang exciting na magaganap sa araw na iyon. Uwian time. Waaaaahhh!!! So after ng konting shopping, bihis, at lunch, we boarded the 12:30 ferry boat via Natividad to Batangas. Paalam Puerto Galera. Till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa bahay na ko sa Cubao ng mga 5:30-6:00 pm. Ayus-ayus ng gamit ng konti, tapos tulog. Gising time? 11:00 am of the next day. Ligo, kain, school. What’s up with thhaaaatt???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Puerto Galera na. Balik tayo ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***sana maupload na rin ang mga pics. they are to die for!!! hahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113336042008547438?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113336042008547438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113336042008547438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113336042008547438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113336042008547438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/11/puerto-galera-yes-i-barfed-at-one-time.html' title='PUERTO GALERA! - yes, i barfed, at one time.'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-113144500402339734</id><published>2005-11-08T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:22.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAR UNO</title><content type='html'>di nagkasama-sama ng kumpleto ang adacrabz ng sem break... at baka mejo matagl ulit bago magkita-kita kaya nagkayayaang magdinner last sunday. after a series of nakakalokang text kung saan na nga ba ang kebab na kanilang sinasabi, sa PRINCE Kabab na kami nagdinner. (sorry jp at archie kung MISTER Kabab ang aking nasabi... di ko alam na dalawa pala yun... hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ng dinner, naglakad-lakad kami para makahanap ng ibang place na pedeng tambayan. at dahil bagong bukas ang BAR UNO, dun na kami nagpunta. pagdting dun, halos walang tao! siguro mga 4 tables langa ng occuppied, kami ang pinakamaraming number. at dahil kasama namin si Baby, kantahan blues na! pati tuloy ako napakanta (shet! nagkalat is more like it!). Si fresh-from-the-shores-of-Guam Nico ay kumanta rin at niharass ng mga badingerzi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamang kulitan lang, tapos mga 1am, nagkayayaan nang umuwi. kinakabahan pa ko kasi amoy yosi ako, e anjan pa naman nanay ko. so, pagpasok ng bahay, tanggal ng damit sa sala para di na umabot sa kwarto ang amoy (walang ilaw, dont worry.) sabay kuha ng damit sa loob ng kwarto at tulog sa kabila. yeba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honga pala, congrats JP sa nakaraang board exams. at gudlak sa wednesday kung kelan malalaman ang resulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEBA! TILL NEXT TIME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-113144500402339734?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/113144500402339734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=113144500402339734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113144500402339734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/113144500402339734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/11/bar-uno.html' title='BAR UNO'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112980608780779680</id><published>2005-10-20T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:22.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REGGAE NYT!</title><content type='html'>OCTOBER 14, 2005, FRIDAY: LASTAY OF SCHOOL! hehehe! sem break na! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dahil dyan, nagplano na ako ng mga lakad-lakad. may dinner with UP CMC frendz. tapos hahabol sa gig nila engel at wantamad sa freedom bar. after nagpahinga ng hapon, nagtext ako kay tzie (UPPeep), asking her kung san ang dinner. biglang pinag-OT si tzie, sina riz at myu naman, di na rin nagtext. so cancelled ang dinner. kina nico at mandoy naman ako nagtext, kung anong oras pupunta sa freedom bar. kala ko naman 9pm nga ung gig, e late pala yung mismong tugtog nila gel. so nagpalate na rin ako ng punta. ehehe! pero andun na raw sina dado, jp at marty mallari, so nagayos na rin ako para makapunta na. (sorry engel, pinagpalit ka nila sa encatidi at sassy girl ehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung andun na kami, bayad ng 100php na entrance na non-consumable. 2 lang ang nagustuhan kong banda; ung bandang naabutan namin, at xempre ang wantamad. galing talaga! aprub!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ng gig, mga pasado 2am na, dininig namin ang tawag ng pair ace! hehehe! poker nyt na ulet! bili agad ng 12 bote... 12 bote ng Coke sakto!! wala... tumatanda na e... sakto nalang... tumawag si marfy mark na sinasabing napalitan na ni marty. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ng maguwian ng mga pipol... kaya yun... hinati nalang ang mga chips between nico, mandy and dado... di ko na napansin kung sino ang may mas maraming chips eh... sayang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***looking forward to boni's poker party on saturday! congrats boni! cpa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112980608780779680?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112980608780779680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112980608780779680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112980608780779680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112980608780779680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/10/reggae-nyt.html' title='REGGAE NYT!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112980686819301766</id><published>2005-10-20T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:22.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM-ENDER PARTY AT ERMIN GARCIA!</title><content type='html'>nagkaron ng sem-ender party ang DLS-STI Irreg21 sa ermin garcia. potluck, may sound system/videoke system na naka-set-up (c/o denboy at joan). unang dumating si kuya rudy, para tulungan ako sa mga bagay-bagay. inayos namin ang loob ng bahay (after kong tinanggal ang mga tables na maliliit para lumuwang ang space), binili ang mga dapat pang bilhin. text lagi sa mga pipol tungkol sa mga dapat pang dalhin (senxa na ernie, utos lang po ni kuya... ehehhe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aba! usapan 7pm, e 7.30 na, kung sino ang di kaklase e siya palang ang andun! sayang at di nakapunta ang mga inimbitang prof. excited pa naman akong makitang uminom si mam jauco. ehehhe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga pasado 8, umpisa nang pumunta mga pipol. and true to calculations, 30 nga ang dumating!!! thank you kuya rudy sa lechon de leche na iyong binili for all of us! salamat sa mga pagkain dinala ng irreg21. salamat sa patak-patak for 5 cases of beer. salamat sa nagdala ng 2 bottles of vodka. salamat salamat salamat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang kulit ng mga tao nung gabing yun. kantahan, sayawan, sigawan, hiyawan, tawanan. basta, la ako masabi, ang saya talaga! sorry tin, i'm not drunk. napasayaw ako eh, so nawala ang aking amats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after maguwian ng mga tao bandang 4am, natakot akong tignan ang makatambak na hugasin sa may kusina. as usual, tinulugan ko lang yun. buti nalang at dun natulog sina raquel at kuya rudy. paggising ko, voila! wala ng huhugasan!!! yeyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat party, reding redi na kong magsembreak talaga!!! sobrang sulit ang bakasyon na to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas party ulit!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112980686819301766?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112980686819301766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112980686819301766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112980686819301766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112980686819301766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/10/sem-ender-party-at-ermin-garcia.html' title='SEM-ENDER PARTY AT ERMIN GARCIA!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112811122177780577</id><published>2005-09-30T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:22.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sideburns!!!</title><content type='html'>one week na. nalulungkot pa rin ako. nasakin pa rin yung mga poker chips na medyo matagal ng di nagagamit. nasakin din yung 2 cases ng beer. nakakamiss ka naman, payat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at shempre, lalong nakakabadtrip yung pagconfiscate ng wonderful zippo. nyetang mga tao yan o. sabi ng di gumagana eh. siguro nga, kursunada lang nya yung lighter. gahaman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malapit na sembreak. si kulas uuwi na ng tarlac dahil siya ay genius at di na kelangang magfinals. hanep ka kulot este kulas pala!!! kelangan ng magready ni kiddo dahil siya na ang taya sa october. betdey boi!!!! pasayahin mo ang aming sembreak kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uy, kelan ulit ang poker nyt? san? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;When everything will be as they were before?&lt;br /&gt;Tis not the end of the life we've made&lt;br /&gt;We shall continue to weave memories&lt;br /&gt;We shall continue living our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still together&lt;br /&gt;We still live in each other's lives&lt;br /&gt;Do not lose sight of the past we've created&lt;br /&gt;From there we continue towards our future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;For even as the miles between stretch endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Our lines remain open&lt;br /&gt;But we bid you, fare well&lt;br /&gt;We wish you not solitude&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Explore&lt;br /&gt;Grow&lt;br /&gt;Fare very well, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back&lt;br /&gt;We shall remain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sappy. hehehe. pero un na. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112811122177780577?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112811122177780577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112811122177780577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112811122177780577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112811122177780577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/09/sideburns.html' title='sideburns!!!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112739415497031088</id><published>2005-09-22T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:22.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, JD Fortune. ILOVEYOU MARTY CASEY!!!</title><content type='html'>8:50pm last night, taeng tae na ko sa sobrang kaba at excitement. Rockstar INXS Finals Night na. labanan between JD, Marty and Mig. sobrang galing nilang tatlo. sabi nga ni nico, ok na kahit sino sa kanilang tatlo. grabe naman kasi sila sa galing eh. kahit na sinisita nila ako sa pagiging screamo ni marty, aminin niyo, magaling pa rin sya kumanta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unang kumanta si mig ng Bohemian Rhapsody. predictable na na yun ang pipiliin niya. sabi nga nila, he delivered, kahit mejo sablay sa ilang parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangalawa si JD. kinanta niya yung dating kinanta ni Ty na Can't always Get What You Want. ganda ng kanta. ganda ng performance niya. ibang klase talaga ang charisma niya. mas lalo tuloy akong kinabahan for marty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si marty na. pinili nya, Wish You were Here ng Pink Floyd. nung una niyang kinanta, lalo akong napamahal sa kanya. pero this time around, parang di siya ganong magandang choice for finals night. pero ang ganda talaga ng boses niya. fil na fil ko yung kanta. nakulangan ako sa performance, it fell short of jd's. pero mahal ko pa rin siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natanggal na si mig. it's between jd ang marty nalang. they sang inxs originals with inxs. grabe, parehong swak na swak mga boses nila sa kantang binigay sa kanila. lalo akong nabaliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, JD FORTUNE proved to be the right guy for inxs. ang ganda nung bagong kanta ng inxs na easy easy. swabeng pakinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, may gig na si marty as opening act for inxs in their world tour. sisikat na rin si marty, mig at suzie, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang talent. galing. sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KO NA TALAGA SI MARTY CASEY!! (oo na! hahanap na ng totoong tao!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112739415497031088?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112739415497031088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112739415497031088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112739415497031088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112739415497031088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/09/congratulations-jd-fortune-iloveyou.html' title='Congratulations, JD Fortune. ILOVEYOU MARTY CASEY!!!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112703239817988532</id><published>2005-09-18T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:22.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT OF ALL NIGHTS</title><content type='html'>CAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ives, red, nico, angela, grace, mandy, blue, kay, cess, liz,kid, engel, dado, jpeeps, mike g., mark, maki, bop, don, boni, bojo, marie, si utol, mark cuzin, and me! 25 pipol!!!! greatness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner muna, nag-potluck ang iba. the best ang siomai mo ives added with the ultimate chili sauce!!! bbq chicken c/o ange nd nico, pork bbq c/o mandy and blue (tnx blue sa pag-absent. i am so touched!) and the very classic ham/cheese roll c/o kay and cess. at may burrito pa pala c/o bop and maki (bop, salamat din sa pagaabsent.:) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought fried chicken, 2 bottles of vodka, yosi at candy. nagdala si grace ng magic sing na unfortunately ay mukhang di compatible with my sirang-sira na na tv. mabuhay ang opm ng magic sing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagumpisa na ang vodka shots. unang shot went to mark na nagpadespedida. at shempre, binigyan namin siya ng Zippo lighter na magpapaalala sa kanya ng adacrabz tuwing magyoyosi siya sa New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antagal umikot ng vodka shots!!! grabe kasi kwentuhan ng mga pipol, sobrang namiss ang isa't isa. tsaka sobrang naloka ang mga pipol sa dami ng dumating. at sobrang natuwa naman ako na dumating kayo at ginrace ninyo ang aming munti paparty nila liz at mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ng vodka shots, 1 case ng red horse at 2 1/2 cases ng san mig lyt to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga basag pipol of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JPEEPS - aydamo ka! keni pen! ibang klase kakulitan mo pre!!!! saka na ko gaganti sa pambugbog mo sakin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA - c'mon! let's speaking in English! how do you pronounce OCOEE??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pilit akong pinaiinom ni angela. sori angela, ibang tolerance itu. ehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst the ingay, may mga sandaling natahimik ang lahat. nabigla din ako. pero ok na yun, wala na akong magagwa dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may ilang moments din na nalungkot ang lahat. huling hirit na to ni mark. wla ng poker nyts sa el jardin. wala ng sisig shots with his camera. wala ng boy payat na makakasama sa inuman. sobrang nalulungkot talaga ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;mark, wag kang makakalimot ha. araw-arawin mo ang email at blog at multiply. sana napasaya ka namin last nyt. sobrang mamimiss ka namin. andito lang kami. labyu! mwah!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, the nyt was a success. sobrang saya. madalang lang nangyayari ang ganitong pangyayari. sayang nga lang at kahit na maraming dumating ay kulang pa din. till next tym guys. cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabuhay ang 3-orange!&lt;br /&gt;mabuhay ang 4-peace!&lt;br /&gt;mabuhay ang Unibersidad ng Pilipinas!&lt;br /&gt;mabuhay ka supersideburns!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112703239817988532?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112703239817988532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112703239817988532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112703239817988532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112703239817988532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/09/night-of-all-nights.html' title='NIGHT OF ALL NIGHTS'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112472608168521964</id><published>2005-08-22T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:22.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is bad for the bibo kid!</title><content type='html'>something bad is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinatamad na akong mag-aral. i've lost my pa-bibo momentum. late na ako nakakapasok, lagi akong late natutulog. nagiging pasaway na ko everyday. cramming galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bad. really bad. have to gain my momentum back. have to have inspiration (huwaaat????!!!!! magtigil ka nga!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(have to remember to watch Rockstar INXS on wednesday.) nooooooo!!!! &lt;br /&gt;(have to attend poker nyt. must attend. must win. must win.) uyeeeaaahhh!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i'm demented. darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112472608168521964?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112472608168521964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112472608168521964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112472608168521964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112472608168521964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-bad-for-bibo-kid.html' title='This is bad for the bibo kid!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112463510400467520</id><published>2005-08-21T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:22.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't get over the fun!</title><content type='html'>August 15 - Ives's Bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 16 - the best bday bash!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at JJ's Inasal, supposedly for pseudo meeting. Konting discussion tungkol sa nangyari the previous week, tapos kwentuhan galore na. Nag-aya si ives ng konting inuman, and we decided sa quattro na uminom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quattro - The Home of the Macho Mug!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko, macho mug na para mabilisan ang tama, makauwi ng maaga kasi may quiz pako kinabukasan. After ng first mug, isa pa daw sabi ng bday girl. at dahil love ko si ives (at dahil napilit ako nila nico at jpeeps na kapwa ko istudents) go tayo sa 2nd mug. may konting daya na sa 2nd mug kasi uminom si cess from my mug (syempre ayus lang sakin yun. hehe). was that the last of it? oh no! may isang bote pa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilo-hilo na ko nakauwi, kelangan ko pang magbrowse ng notes at gumawa ng assignment. buti nalang di natuloy ang aming quiz, kung hindi, bagsakers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next poker nyt y'all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112463510400467520?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112463510400467520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112463510400467520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112463510400467520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112463510400467520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/08/cant-get-over-fun.html' title='can&apos;t get over the fun!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112409642808198852</id><published>2005-08-15T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:22.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a gloomy poker night..</title><content type='html'>nakakalungkot ang mga pangyayaring naganap kamakalawa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakalungkot na nangyari to sa mga MAGKAKAIBIGAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama sila, bakit noong gabing yun pa nangyari? napakadalang nalang ang mga pagkakataong halos kumpleto tayo, na may nakikilala at nakakasama tayong bago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-player poker night is a standing record. masaya na sana, nasira lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana mali lahat ng mga hinala. sana walang masamang naganap. sana minulto lang tayo. sana panaginip lang lahat to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa tuwing sumasaya na tayo, laging may isang pagkakataong sisira ng kasiyahang yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malalampasan din natin to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabiyak na kayo ng kaluluwa ko. ayusin natin to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112409642808198852?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112409642808198852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112409642808198852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112409642808198852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112409642808198852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/08/gloomy-poker-night.html' title='a gloomy poker night..'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112384094022802701</id><published>2005-08-12T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:21.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OF CHOCOLATE FACTORIES, OOMPA LOOMPAS AND FAMILIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of Chocolate Factories, Oompa Loompas and Families&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have never been a fan of chocolates. In a world where the next girl’s favorite things include telephones, pinks and chocolates, I have always felt the odd-girl-out. But for the past couple of months, I can’t seem to stop craving for a chocolate-filled river. Up until I entered The Chocolate Factory.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory is the largest candy / chocolate factory in the world. But during the last fifteen years, nothing – no one – comes out of the factory except the candy bars. Until Wonka decides to open its gates to five children who could get their hands on five Golden Tickets hidden inside five Wonka candy bars, along with a promise that one child will get the biggest surprise of them all. This sent children out of their homes to buy as much Wonka chocolate bars as they can, including Charlie Bucket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Charlie is a gangly, kind-hearted young boy who lives with his parents and both sets of grandparents in a run-down shack overlooking the massive chocolate factory, eating watered-down cabbage soup every night. Such was his excitement about the five Golden Tickets up for everybody’s grabs, but there was one small hitch – Charlie can only afford one chocolate bar every year, during his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Opening his early birthday gift resulted to a big disappointment for Charlie. No Golden Ticket. His second chance to a Golden Ticket, using his Granpa Joe’s last coin, also proved to be a disappointment. But when Charlie found money on the street, he used it to buy himself a Wonka bar. Lo and behold! The fifth and last Golden Ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Along with four other Golden Ticket holders and their chaperones, Charlie and Granpa Joe met the very odd Willy Wonka and entered the majestic Chocolate Factory. They were dazzled by chocolate fudge mountains, chocolate waterfalls, chocolate rivers, candy apple trees, edible mint-sugar grass, spun-sugar dragon boats, invention rooms, hundreds of squirrels trained to crack nuts, a glass elevator that can go up, down, sideways, slantways, any way you want it to go, and the Oompa Loompas, the factory’s only work force. And by only, I mean they were practically everywhere, doing anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The first four Golden Tickets went to a German glutton, an English brat, a highly competitive gum-chewing champion and a cynical know-it-all. All of them met some crazy mishap, like being turned into a blueberry or being rapped in the head by hundreds of squirrels and then thrown down the garbage chute. For every time a child drop from the tour, the Oompa Loompas would go into a musical number, singing of the reason and the moral behind the supposed accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Only Charlie was left to complete the tour and win for himself the biggest surprise of them all – the keys to the Chocolate Factory. But he was the one who gave Willy Wonka the biggest surprise when he turned down the ownership after learning that his family can not go with him to the factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This made Willy Wonka think if Charlie and his family had something greater than a world-famous chocolate factory. All throughout the tour, Charlie’s innocent questions made Willy Wonka go back to his past, to his dentist father who refused to give him anything sweet that led to Wonka’s lifelong fascination with candy and chocolate. After Charlie’s refusal to own the factory, Willy Wonka decided to reconcile with his estranged father and discovered for himself the greatness of a family with Charlie’s own parents and both sets of grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chocolate Maker and the Lucky Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The eccentric Willy Wonka was played by equally eccentric actor Johnny Depp. I couldn’t have enjoyed Willy Wonka’s character more had they chosen another actor to play the part. Depp, who is starting to be loved as a character actor, gave such a weird yet effective portrayal of the chocolate maker, showing interesting combinations of aloofness, humor and at the same time vulnerability. Those bright eyes that would light everytime mischief happen see a whole lot more that what his quirky clothes and age-old expressions reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There was a certain amount of magnetism to Charlie Bucket, played by Freddie Highmore, that made me want to reach out to the screen, grab all the chocolate I can and drop them on his lap. There was such an air of innocence around him that would make viewers say, “This boy deserves all the chocolate in the world”. What made the character of Charlie personally interesting was the fact that throughout the tour, he was neither behind nor in front of all the other children. He was really just an average kid, driven by a sincere and kind heart, centered by a loving family that would eventually show the great chocolate maker the wonders of having one for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Charlie and the Chocolate Factory belies the first impression that it is a children’s story. Even adults can appreciate the pleasure and comfort that candy can bring. Chocolate has become a best friend to those who are celebrating as well as to those who are nursing a broken heart. More than being visually stimulating and humorous, the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory provides a simple formula towards a sense of completeness. Behind all the chocolates and the candies, the colors and surreal environment of the chocolate factory, is a great moral story. In a world where people strive for happiness and success, sometimes happiness and success lie in simple yet important things such as family. Most of the viewers, if not all, can relate to a timeless and remarkable story about a family who stays together amidst poverty, and would never trade their family “for all the chocolates in the world”. •&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112384094022802701?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112384094022802701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112384094022802701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112384094022802701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112384094022802701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-chocolate-factories-oompa-loompas.html' title='OF CHOCOLATE FACTORIES, OOMPA LOOMPAS AND FAMILIES'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112229363456958562</id><published>2005-07-25T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:21.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>game? let's get it on!</title><content type='html'>1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Run a google image search on that word.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a comment on this entry &amp; post one of the pictures from your search,&lt;br /&gt;but don't tell me what the word was.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put this in your journal, so I can do the same. (teehee!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112229363456958562?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112229363456958562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112229363456958562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112229363456958562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112229363456958562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/07/game-lets-get-it-on.html' title='game? let&apos;s get it on!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112228284999519326</id><published>2005-07-25T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:21.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of the game</title><content type='html'>POKER POKER POKER POKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahiwagang theory about poker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEGINNER'S LUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nico - Maki's bday bash&lt;br /&gt;JP - Ermin Garcia&lt;br /&gt;John Corpuz - Sgt. Esguerra&lt;br /&gt;Liz - Proj. 4&lt;br /&gt;Baby - Proj. 4&lt;br /&gt;Pinsan ni Kid - Carangian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so beginner's luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aira - Ermin Garcia&lt;br /&gt;Grace - Carangian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i can't seem to remember the rest... will edit when i do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-time champs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nico - Ermin garcia&lt;br /&gt;JP - Sgt. Esguerra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call of the chips seems very very hard to ignore. And more and more has become hooked on the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad's starting to get irked because of it. &lt;em&gt;Sorry Pa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are almost over. Which means i have no more problems with workloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next problem: &lt;em&gt;hope my allowance will come sooner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POKER NA NYEERR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112228284999519326?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112228284999519326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112228284999519326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112228284999519326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112228284999519326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-love-of-game.html' title='for the love of the game'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-112022729137972352</id><published>2005-07-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:21.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL SUCCEED.</title><content type='html'>"I was not delivered into this world into defeat. Nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with a sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny. I will persist until I succeed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- di ko alam author. hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-112022729137972352?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/112022729137972352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=112022729137972352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112022729137972352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/112022729137972352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-will-succeed.html' title='I WILL SUCCEED.'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-111978837375192959</id><published>2005-06-26T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:21.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>don't hide from me&lt;br /&gt;i need you now,&lt;br /&gt;more than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't feel.&lt;br /&gt;i want to,&lt;br /&gt;but i can't seem to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need your sadness&lt;br /&gt;your gloom&lt;br /&gt;your dark light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need these&lt;br /&gt;to feel human once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-111978837375192959?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/111978837375192959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=111978837375192959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111978837375192959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111978837375192959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/06/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-111925941861309244</id><published>2005-06-20T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:21.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>errrtime!</title><content type='html'>woi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sa mga taong nakakaalamng pa-feeling bibo ko: MAY TUMALO NA SAKIN! halos second-coursers din mga kaklase ko, e hayup magenglish!!! may accent pa! e yoko naman makipagsabayan, sila nalang. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag-aaply kami ni Liz para sa school publication. ako, literary writer (pero baka ilagay sa news/feature), tapos si Liz, photojournalist. di ko alam kung bakit kami nagpapabibo. walang magawa eh. tsaka para matawag naman mga pangalan namin sa graduation. yun nalang tangi naming pag-asa. wahehehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag-ulan na naman. patayan na naman sa alipunga at baho ng paa nito. sheeet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-111925941861309244?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/111925941861309244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=111925941861309244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111925941861309244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111925941861309244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/06/errrtime.html' title='errrtime!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-111890889002483543</id><published>2005-06-16T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:21.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaayy</title><content type='html'>as usual, may nakita na naman akong linya mula sa ibang tao na nagustuhan ko... (miss, peram muna ah. ehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i rarely fall in love, but when i do, i usually end up crying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i rarely cry, but when i do, no one would ever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-111890889002483543?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/111890889002483543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=111890889002483543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111890889002483543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111890889002483543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/06/haaayy.html' title='haaayy'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-111890601086100455</id><published>2005-06-16T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:21.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lecheeee!</title><content type='html'>mula wednesday, napakasipag ko ng pumasok sa skul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga lecheng prof, tamad pumasok!!!! buong araw lang kaming naghihintay sa mga prof, wala man lang dumating ni isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung ang prof, ayaw nale-late ang estudyante, tingin ba nila gusto ng estudyanteng nale-late ang prof?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adacrabz: naalala nyo ung problema ko nung asa tate ako? ung biglang sumakit habang nasa disney kami? guess wat... IT'S EFFING BAAACCCK!!!! IT HURTS SOOOO MUCCHH!!! OMAYGAADD!!! I THINK IM GOING TO DIEEEE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-111890601086100455?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/111890601086100455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=111890601086100455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111890601086100455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111890601086100455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/06/lecheeee.html' title='lecheeee!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-111760183588228434</id><published>2005-05-31T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:21.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so fickle-minded!!</title><content type='html'>at dahil ang aking mga beloved frends ay andito sa blogspot, maglilipat na ako ng entries at dito na rin ako magpopost! wahehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ranting or raving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raving: tapos nako mag-enroll!&lt;br /&gt;ranting; powtah!!! anong gagawin ko sa lecheng chemistry???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raving: bakasyon na!&lt;br /&gt;ranting: danang yan, 2 weeks na nga lang, dami ko pa kelangan ayusin para sa kasal nila mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raving: pwede ng gumimik!&lt;br /&gt;ranting; nakagimik na ang mga boys. :( (pero okay lang yan mga pards, inggit lang ako. wahehehe!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, sana naman bigyan nyo pa ako ng lakas na maging bibo kid sa darating na pasukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honga pala, I LOST WEIGHT! nyahahahaha!!!! isho happy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-111760183588228434?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/111760183588228434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=111760183588228434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111760183588228434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111760183588228434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-fickle-minded.html' title='so fickle-minded!!'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-111691341750350722</id><published>2005-05-23T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:20.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oi oi oi</title><content type='html'>haaaay!!! one more day to go... magbabakasyon na rin ako for 2 weeks! wahehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**if you wanna read more... &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~aYaAdiK/"&gt;http://www.tabulas.com/~aYaAdiK/&lt;/a&gt; teehee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-111691341750350722?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/111691341750350722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=111691341750350722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111691341750350722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111691341750350722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/05/oi-oi-oi.html' title='oi oi oi'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-111286155937308472</id><published>2005-04-07T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:20.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>The moon has recently become my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A witness to my tears and smiles,&lt;br /&gt;ear to my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;companion to my silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;with coffee scalding my tongue&lt;br /&gt;and a cig burning my lungs,&lt;br /&gt;when the moon shines the brightest&lt;br /&gt;or hide behind wisps of clouds&lt;br /&gt;we stare at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does sadness add to your light?&lt;br /&gt;Do you draw brightness from people's gloom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess it's nice to be up there.&lt;br /&gt;Where you get to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Does being up there mean you're closer to God? or the angels? or Cupid?&lt;br /&gt;If so, do you tell each other's secrets?&lt;br /&gt;They probably mentioned him in passing.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see him? Is he alone?&lt;br /&gt;Can you whisper something to him?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell him I'm waiting for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, tonight&lt;br /&gt;with coffee scalding my tongue&lt;br /&gt;and a cig burning my lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I do every night&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-111286155937308472?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/111286155937308472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=111286155937308472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111286155937308472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111286155937308472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11988159.post-111286130448634886</id><published>2005-04-07T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:50:20.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye to Eye</title><content type='html'>I. Well, hello.&lt;br /&gt;How do you do?&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;For in the dark recesses of space&lt;br /&gt;We met&lt;br /&gt;Our hands touched&lt;br /&gt;More so&lt;br /&gt;Your hands touched my heart, unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;My hands groped for yours in the shadows,willingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. &lt;em&gt;You anger me&lt;br /&gt;As much as i know&lt;br /&gt;Not even a fig or strand&lt;br /&gt;You seem to look right through me.&lt;br /&gt;Hot, liquid pride&lt;br /&gt;Drives me to fight&lt;br /&gt;to challenge&lt;br /&gt;To rise against you&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;For you were too high.&lt;br /&gt;It angers me&lt;br /&gt;That your words&lt;br /&gt;Could easily give life, meaning&lt;br /&gt;To concretize,&lt;br /&gt;Solidify&lt;br /&gt;What i could nott even recognize&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your equal&lt;br /&gt;But one in tattered clothes&lt;br /&gt;Must not stand near&lt;br /&gt;a beloved sage&lt;br /&gt;enveloped in blinding light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only hold&lt;br /&gt;Its head for so long&lt;br /&gt;To revere&lt;br /&gt;One as enthralling as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there with those of sapience&lt;br /&gt;I bid you farewell&lt;br /&gt;silently&lt;br /&gt;longingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when time comes&lt;br /&gt;We both stand on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight outshining you&lt;br /&gt;I will rise once again&lt;br /&gt;Inpertinence be damned&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;Eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;That you will see me&lt;br /&gt;Behind these tattered garbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. My heart is laden with desire&lt;br /&gt;But from where I stand&lt;br /&gt;People do not see&lt;br /&gt;Shackled feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bear the grief of many&lt;br /&gt;And the love of one&lt;br /&gt;They handpicked me&lt;br /&gt;She sought me out&lt;br /&gt;They have my eyes and my mind&lt;br /&gt;She has my lips and my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas!&lt;br /&gt;She who turned her back on me&lt;br /&gt;With light shining in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;strong&lt;br /&gt;powerful&lt;br /&gt;desireable&lt;br /&gt;She who hides behind torn clothes&lt;br /&gt;She walks away&lt;br /&gt;With my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when time comes&lt;br /&gt;We both stand on the edge&lt;br /&gt;With the same light&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;These bindings be damned&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;Eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;That you will see me&lt;br /&gt;Behind this blinding light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11988159-111286130448634886?l=wishingforluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/feeds/111286130448634886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11988159&amp;postID=111286130448634886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111286130448634886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11988159/posts/default/111286130448634886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingforluna.blogspot.com/2005/04/eye-to-eye.html' title='Eye to Eye'/><author><name>wishy wishy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08451431470810896700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
