<?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-6089546122504742786</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:21:58.224-08:00</updated><category term='virus'/><title type='text'>partae partae.</title><subtitle type='html'>i love OBED.we love comma'ok?I love commas.The comma is the greatest punctuation mark ever created! The comma is so dramatic.It can add action and suspense. It is like perfume on an otherwise bland sentence. The comma is my best friend. It kicks dot dot dot's ass hands down any day of the week. More commas the merrier.The comma makes me feel like a Hemingway or a Shakespeare. love this OBED.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-4834499512788580762</id><published>2008-11-10T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:45:55.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mardi.</title><content type='html'>my next post would absolutely be about the mardi gras.  because i had much fun facilitating it. not only because i hav to but because i love LAWRENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang LAWRENCE Iba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-4834499512788580762?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/4834499512788580762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=4834499512788580762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/4834499512788580762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/4834499512788580762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/11/mardi.html' title='mardi.'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-7625555378373588545</id><published>2008-10-30T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T03:59:15.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAME=ria got killed.</title><content type='html'>stop trying to be me. because you can never be me. i feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baddd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; towards my same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loveq&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; pretend to be the knew icon because you can never fit the icon position. literally and figuratively. so if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind, stay away from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;npka&lt;/span&gt; FUNGUS type mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;. and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cge&lt;/span&gt;, given the chance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;msea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kna&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. it's because God loves all the creatures of the world.&lt;br /&gt;balance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;xa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gumawa&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes same and i pity ourselves, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kxe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kaming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lovelife&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then we realized, God! SAME. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; we shouldn't be like that i mean.. we're damn created by GOD perfectly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;andrea&lt;/span&gt; of my same, u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;knoe&lt;/span&gt; what?i hate you. not only because your FAT but your also EVIL. and let me not forget the special part. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gold digger in black with shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not really sure if this is my world right now, or some other's world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kxe&lt;/span&gt; things just seem to be furtively &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;obsuring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we go again, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have friends. everyone, and i mean everyone, is leaving me. what kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;frinds&lt;/span&gt; are you people?backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;to'im&lt;/span&gt; really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;xori&lt;/span&gt;. well same, let's just say that it's you and i now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! good thing is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;siyang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;naging&lt;/span&gt; satin" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;pwahahahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;highblood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;kxe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; FAT. and you'll die fast. and GOD hates fat people. and He throws them away to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;outerspace&lt;/span&gt; to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;landian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;bboyfriends&lt;/span&gt;. you can bring your social climber friends with you, ANDREA. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and i like the way you dress"&lt;br /&gt;"and i like your hair"&lt;br /&gt;"and i like the way you walk"&lt;br /&gt;"and i like your punchlines"&lt;br /&gt;"and i like your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;GMs&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"i simply like your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;mimicking&lt;/span&gt; fat ass,ANDREA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what else can you add same?tell me tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-7625555378373588545?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/7625555378373588545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=7625555378373588545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/7625555378373588545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/7625555378373588545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/10/sameria-got-killed.html' title='SAME=ria got killed.'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-4593059679797222099</id><published>2008-10-19T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:34:20.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>furtive feminism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                             Ms. STEPPPPPPPPPPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/SPsMjLhysqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P7beCbULmhE/s1600-h/PIC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/SPsMjLhysqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P7beCbULmhE/s320/PIC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258810788414665378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-4593059679797222099?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/4593059679797222099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=4593059679797222099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/4593059679797222099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/4593059679797222099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/10/furtive-feminism.html' title='furtive feminism'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/SPsMjLhysqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P7beCbULmhE/s72-c/PIC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-3020203426245080879</id><published>2008-08-23T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:41:01.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to kill R-person</title><content type='html'>una sa lhat. i would like to say sorry to all the good people who courted me. and got dumped.&lt;br /&gt;pasan ko ang daigdig. sushal db? i really feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auq na mgpa keme keme pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KITA eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bqt kailngan iwan mq?&lt;br /&gt;anu ba kulang?&lt;br /&gt;anu ba dapat?&lt;br /&gt;anu ba gnwa kong msma?&lt;br /&gt;anu ba eun dapat kong gwing msma?&lt;br /&gt;ano ba gusto mo?&lt;br /&gt;rather, sino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the simple questions not answerable by ordinary people.&lt;br /&gt;only R-person. na hindi nea rin daw alam ang sgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dumped by HIM and being dumped by R-person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, iwas already dumped 16 minutes agoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganito nagsimula ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r-person made me believe that i am the most beautiful girl he has ever made bola.&lt;br /&gt;he made me believe na i am the most wonderful thing God ever created. but he didnt include that it was before God created angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually more special than the birds and the bees. but that was before.&lt;br /&gt;he made me believe that things will be ok if there is r-person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i unexpectedly fell in love with him. when he unexpectedly became a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang emo noh r-person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayaw nea sa'emo pero gusto nea na na ccause xa ng pg EMO ng isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember the imaginary pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"isipin mo nlng ako ung pillow"&lt;br /&gt;well, can u imagine wat am doing to the pillow right now?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a very smart person. a very smart indeed. but i dont believe that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbe nea he's just trying to make things simple. kea ayan.. in just 5 mins. he just dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang horoscopeq for todae. although i dont really believe on those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"masakit? anu mgagawa mo?" -LIBRE.&lt;br /&gt;ayos db?swak na swak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeshhh. nabinyaganq na ang laguna. nkapag EMO narin ako sa laguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung sunuginq kea bahay mo?i never really liked living here in laguna.&lt;br /&gt;where i will always rememeber that there is one stupid guy who dumped me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i forgot. there is a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe: ur friends, who happen to be my friends too, doesnt like me?&lt;br /&gt;maybe, u hav fallen for ur guardian angel?i am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;but either of those is r-person's answer. i have nothing againts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have you. so i have no right. ur not really mine so i hav to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone asked me: "iisa ba si R-person at si HIM?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you answer! iisa nga ba sila?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-3020203426245080879?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/3020203426245080879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=3020203426245080879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/3020203426245080879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/3020203426245080879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-kill-r-person.html' title='to kill R-person'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-7159778098960578104</id><published>2008-08-14T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:53:23.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>patricia anne navallo otic</title><content type='html'>kasq. ang forever nadyan for me. feeling ko'pg lhat wla nsaqn xa lan'ang anjan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasq i miss you na'andami kong disappointments ngeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sna andito ka nlng'sna hindi ka nlng umalis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sna nkpg spend pa to ng mas mraming tym together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi tlgq mka move on. please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're like my very very best friend right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you bout r-person. next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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otic'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-4956696439439455383</id><published>2008-08-14T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:45:46.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MBMM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/SKPiK0HaDHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/S26oidoS0m4/s1600-h/Niknik067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/SKPiK0HaDHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/S26oidoS0m4/s320/Niknik067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234275867350928498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;niq.moi.rox.ken.nikki.jake.MAMA.ralph.dan.jo.mane.jd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture ng tropa kasma ang moodra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-4956696439439455383?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/4956696439439455383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=4956696439439455383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/4956696439439455383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/4956696439439455383'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;just finished the UPCAT. bawas problemaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i posted a blog was about HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think ur all fed up'with my round story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like you to meet R-person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite sure'na sa feelings ko. peo'ikw ba cgurado ka na?oh meron man lan ba?&lt;br /&gt;oh hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my r- person.&lt;br /&gt;ang sqt isipin na inveresly proportional teo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matalino ka'ako hindi. happy person ka ako hnde.&lt;br /&gt;and many other things na hindi teo mgkapareho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi napaka g.c. mo'at mapride na tao. at ako hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dq nga alam why i got blinded to you. your super baet kasi. and you make me feel happy and NOT so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dami mo gnawa sqn'wen i was really really down. and i couldnt think of something that could replace that. missq na eun gngwa nten dte. like'harutan and wlang ilangan. sbeq aman seo db?im inlove with you (parin, ulit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;bruno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha'nawindang keo. maybe now you're wondering who R-person really is.&lt;br /&gt;but before that'help me first. im not sure if i should be inlove with r-person.&lt;br /&gt;when infact he doesnt care about me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foolish heart tlg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-3468415482456855378?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/3468415482456855378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=3468415482456855378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/3468415482456855378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/3468415482456855378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/08/madonnaq-bqt-ba.html' title='madonnaq bqt ba.'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-1529427506570175050</id><published>2008-05-28T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:54:30.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wg neu ako iiwan'aa</title><content type='html'>meon pba mas sswerte saqn?&lt;br /&gt;meon akong mbabaet na kaibgan.&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ako'mhal na mhal ng mga barkadaq.&lt;br /&gt;kayo? meon ba keo katulad ng mga eun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wlang mxadong mganda sa araw'same same lan.&lt;br /&gt;wlang kwenta nga ee. ang agaq gumising tpos naunahanq pa eun guard pumasokk.&lt;br /&gt;taga laguna pako nean aa.&lt;br /&gt;minsan nga naiisipq. meon ba award ang pinaka maaga dumadating?&lt;br /&gt;pg dtengq saradoo ang buong wesleyan tpos katitiganq eun aso. may nakaupong adik sa harapp ng bldg.badtrip tlg ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppeeerr sama ng pkiramdamq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in superr. sbeq ke carreon msama pkiramdamq. sbe nea mag pahinga lan dw akoo.&lt;br /&gt;as usual si krister ang aga aga ang sungett.tpos nag picture picture pa kme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;language prof ii namen'and si ever project ma'am tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbeq kay thad'msama pkiramdamq.&lt;br /&gt;thad: ok?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbeq ke mark james hindi ako mkahinga'grabe.. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;mark james:anu gusto mo hinga ako pra seo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnwaq to prang warning na'bka atakihin ako ngeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbeq ke niq sqt ng dibdibq.&lt;br /&gt;niq:kw kxe sbeq umabsent kna'ee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gurl who cried MOOO. haha'baka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung superr dq na kaya. aun'wla na naniniwala saqn.bd3p.&lt;br /&gt;sbeq ke sharkie twagin si ma'am...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dq aq nkahinga,feeling ko mamatay na ako'wla aman ako sa tamang katinuan dhil hindi tlg ako mkhinga.&lt;br /&gt;naalalaq pa ang pg inom ko sa water ni carreon'at ang pag paypay saqn ni thad.&lt;br /&gt;tpos'naramdamanq an sikip ng upuan at bumaba ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma'am tina:anu nararamdaman mo?ok ka lang ba?anu klaseng saqt? anu gngwa mo pg sumskit?gaaono kasaqt?asan mga gamot mo?anu nuber ng mom mo?kaya mo pa ba tumayo?&lt;br /&gt;andrea:shhhhhh!di ako mkahinga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aba at naginterview kpa ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinabeq ng malakas...... HINDI AKO MKAHINGA.&lt;br /&gt;lhat sila nagaalisan sa tabiq'parang may sars akooo.helo?hypertensive ako. hindi contagious eun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang aking superr kenneth to the rescue'grabe kung wla lang ako saqt kinilig tlg ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth:pare tulungan na nten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bnuhat nila ako pababa ng review center mula sa 3rd floor.&lt;br /&gt;ang naalalaq na bmuhat sqn pababa si dan,mane,kenneth,thad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinasok aq ni sir vlad sa president's room. oh db?shala.&lt;br /&gt;nkahiga ako dun'hbang hindi mkahinga tntwagan nila ang momq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si kenneth pinapaypayan pa ako.tpos si carreon hinanap pa eun havaianas kong slippers.&lt;br /&gt;nkitaq si jd nkikiusisa.at si danirie inaalalayan aq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meon akong nqta'at ngulat ako.hindiq alam kung matutuwa ako'ksi naalalaq ang sbeq ke God dte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrea:GOD kpg kukunin mo naq, ok lan. may one wish lanq. sna mqtaq manlang si HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shittt.si HIM nga! at concern ba tlg xa saqn?oh nsa langit nako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM:uminom ka ba ng gamot mo?&lt;br /&gt;andrea:hindi ee'hinde.&lt;br /&gt;kung alam nea lan na kea aq hindi umiinom ng gmot dhil sknea.auq na mbuhay kung wla rin lan aman xa.drama effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dadalhin na dw aq sa hospital'nilagay nila ako sa chair.nai apply nila ang tnuro ni ma'am palisoc.&lt;br /&gt;may naramdaman ako humawak sa kamay ko.pg dilat ko'oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;si KEN WINSTON ITOH.&lt;br /&gt;ntouch aq'at mas lalaong ntkot. auq pang mamamatay.&lt;br /&gt;ilang besesq na cnsbe eun ke niq. auq na tlg mamamatay knowing na meon ako mga friends like'them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hirapp na hirapp silang buhatin ako'at may nagsbe pang ang laki daw ng pata ko.&lt;br /&gt;kung wla lang ako saqt nun'papakainq paaq sknea!grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nsa may gate na ng wesleyan'at kailangan naako ipasok sa sasakayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM:cge ako na bubuhat sknea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.grabe...hindi ko lam ggwinq nun.hindiq tlg alam.&lt;br /&gt;nhihiya ako kasi ngiging pbgat pako sknea'peo msea din kasi nraramdamanq eun dteng HIM. eun HIM na nagpahalaga sqn.eun HIM na mahal ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago isarado ang pinto'hinawakan ni dan ang cheeks ko'at sbeng pagaling ka'aa.&lt;br /&gt;grabe'nahulog eun pusoq, gnon pla ako kmhal ni dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i knew is nkahiga ako kay HIM.tpos pinipilit nea ako phingahin. hindi na ako lumalaban non.gustoq na mamatay. para khet papano'ksma ko naman xa at yakap nea pako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si krister nsa paaq'wla xang imik.parang natrauma xa'sa pangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang huling narinigq nalang.mga snsbe ng mga ksma ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth:ok lang yan dee. kaya mo ean..&lt;br /&gt;HIM:hinga ka lang..wag mong pigilan&lt;br /&gt;sir vlad: eto ang first tym sa buong pg rreview ko nangyari to,&lt;br /&gt;HIM: mlapit na tayo.wag kang matutulog.&lt;br /&gt;kenneth:dito lan kmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qlala tlg ako ni HIM. alam nea lhat ng bawal saqn.alam nea kung gaanno na ka worse ang isang bagy sa akin.peo'wla nako mgagawa surrender na tlg'aq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg dteng doon.nkikitaq si HIM mula sa higaanq. inenjectionan ako'at kung anu anu gnwa saq.&lt;br /&gt;meon pang ecg. bp. rr. mga hospital stuff.si HIM ang nsa tabiq.&lt;br /&gt;hindiq alam kung dapat pa ba akong lumaban'peo nag expect nnmn ako na mhal'nea ako.. kea lumaban ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last mejo humupa ang tension.mejo gumaling galing na ako. wla akong ksma'doon sa emergency room kasi'bwal.&lt;br /&gt;peo auq mwalay ke HIM. peo kung pede wg nlng xa'para di aq msktan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrea:doc,gustoq ng ksma.&lt;br /&gt;doctor matulac:CALL A FRIEND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumating si HIM. hinwakanq kamay nea'peo inalis nea kamayq.&lt;br /&gt;sbeq na tama hinalaq msasaktan lan ako.hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrea:naalala mo pa pala'eun..&lt;br /&gt;HIM:xempre naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang ibig sbhin kea nun lge nea pa ako inaalala. or hindi nea na ako mkakalimutan. or hanggang alaala ka nlng. paran kahit saan dun msakit'ee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pgpsok ng nurse. sbe nea'dhil dw eun sa stress.&lt;br /&gt;nurse:wg ka kxe magiisip ng kung anu anu!&lt;br /&gt;andrea:may nwala kasi ako?&lt;br /&gt;nurse:nanakawan ka?&lt;br /&gt;andrea:may nwala ako at gusto ko ng ibalik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagawaq eun sa harapp ni HIM.peo pusong bato tlg ee..la naq mggqa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumating ang momq.at aalis na cla'auq mwala si HIM.peo wla namn ako mggwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si kenneth ang nag bantay ng gmitq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang tatlong tao na'sumama papuntang ospital.&lt;br /&gt;isa doon si HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung ililipat naq ng ospital'may nkasalubong ako group of macian.&lt;br /&gt;sbe ng momq'bka papunta ean seo'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbeq:ean????hindeq naman barkada ean ee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malamananq cla pla ang mga unang taong naglala saqn. sila eun mga tnay na kaibgan.sila eun mga tao dq maxadong nabibigyan ng pansin.peo sila eun mga taong tunay na nagmamahalsaqn.drama ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamat ke anika,john marc,ena, and ubas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas malalim na psasalamat ke dan,ken,niki,sharkie,krister,mane,thad,jd.ma'am tina and sir vlad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamat din sa bestfriend q na sobrang kisig. kay jaycee tuazon javier. galit na galit xa nung hindiq cnbe sknea inatake ako.haha'abnormal pla xa ee parang naman kaya nea pumunta.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sayo HIM. npaka walang kwentang tao mo. pag ptay nako ikaw ang unang mumultohin ko. pangako ean.cguro dun magpapasalamt nako seo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-1529427506570175050?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' 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dumadampi&lt;br /&gt;oh ayoko na sa bayan&lt;br /&gt;na puro kaingayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan naisip ko&lt;br /&gt;bakit hindi ako tumira dito&lt;br /&gt;sa isang napakagandang mundo&lt;br /&gt;walang pagsisi dito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na, isa pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko akalain ako makakarating&lt;br /&gt;sa lugar na walang dilim&lt;br /&gt;malayo sa maiitim&lt;br /&gt;nang akoy magising&lt;br /&gt;ako ay na wiwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nananaginip lang pala&lt;br /&gt;tangina shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-4900986641611825209?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/4900986641611825209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-7320118205893725186</id><published>2008-04-02T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:52:14.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><title type='text'>i-wanna-fuckin-die virus</title><content type='html'>my pc HAS and hopingly to be HAD a virus.&lt;br /&gt;and it is sarcastically killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im used to having virus. - in my body&lt;br /&gt;but not in my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like hell.and hell i wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked'some damn good people if they knoe where this came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erald told me it's a virus.&lt;br /&gt;duh?it's a virus indeed. and virus i want to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obed made an instant message. though he wanted to help me.&lt;br /&gt;he cant. there were alot of pc language he kept telling me'and pc language i dont understand. i took off early because it made me feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a needle piercing into my very skin, agonizing every second of my existence. Words cannot measure how this sorrow is killing me from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im talking like some edgar alan poe fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carl'told me that the virus coms from porn sites. what the hell???&lt;br /&gt;i dont go to such sites. though my brothers do. like i have so many brothers'who will i blame?i can see that all of them are some sort of mild-perv. not the usual psycho-perv. their normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obed--the super hero pc man. he named the virus the vietnam virus'not that the virus kept sending weird language from i dont knoe where. well, vietnam would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept with thorn-like thinking. and didnt slept quite very desiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up'wishing the satan's virus was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very deceiving evil creation the virus is. i thought'it WAS gone. but it WASN'T.&lt;br /&gt;so for the love of GOD. please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started using the pc again.and the blame was all on me.&lt;br /&gt;i was close to saying------ im sorry i had to go to some porn sites.happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father kris and i came up to the conclusion that the virus was from georgia. that mild-evil gnome.i realized that my computer's suffering started to annoy us after georgia'the evil gnome empress'who is hilariously making me depress, started to ask for my payments.what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt really georgia'i was over reacting.and my acting was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not really the virus that is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;though'it is a virus.&lt;br /&gt;not that pc-killing virus. but the emotion-killing virus.&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess'the SWEETY-KILLING-BITCH virus.&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="mailto:andreashitursobeautiful@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andreashitursobeautiful@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the url &lt;a href="http://idontlikeandreacozshesleptwithmydear.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://idontlikeandreacozshesleptwithmydear.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that they were happily talking on the phone everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i wont myself being so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if he was saying &lt;strong&gt;i love you&lt;/strong&gt; to that'scum suckin x-boyfriend stealer with smelly-annoying attitude SLASH looks.&lt;br /&gt;and that whore-dog enemey-forever-virus-like is saying &lt;strong&gt;i love you too  &lt;/strong&gt;to my ever humble'tall dark and dark hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am deeply hurt.and hurt,i wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to talk to danirie. the only person who can understand. but he wasnt online'though allana is.&lt;br /&gt;i ended up making this blog entry instead.&lt;br /&gt;with dried tear ducts.and washed eyeliners.&lt;br /&gt;and drooling. in reality it wasnt really like that'it just feels like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish he would still love me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could kill the virus.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i could kill the girl. like i have never killed before.&lt;br /&gt;like what bal'and i kept wishing for. to kill her. and kill her like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say bye bye to the effin-slutty virus.&lt;br /&gt;and say bye bye to my man. look for ur own. someone who doesnt belong to me. someone who doesnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imdoingyouafavor virus.catch it if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-7320118205893725186?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/7320118205893725186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=7320118205893725186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/7320118205893725186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/7320118205893725186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wanna-fuckin-die-virus.html' title='i-wanna-fuckin-die virus'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-7953368833635385692</id><published>2008-03-27T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:35:00.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chinchon mo</title><content type='html'>so lawrence'haha.&lt;br /&gt;qlala neu na president neu'aa.&lt;br /&gt;that would be me'hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;as of'today. meon nq line up for my party.&lt;br /&gt;the SUPER partae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President: Andrea Delgado -napakaresponsable'peo npkayabang&lt;br /&gt;Vice president: Jorelle Flores -wala siya pg frst period'so nvrmind nlng&lt;br /&gt;Secretary: Louise Anne Seguente hm'mgaganda ang mga secretary'kea dito ka!&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer: Noriko Hayashi-mayaman ka'ee.haha sayo ang japan&lt;br /&gt;Auditor: Kristoffer Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;P.I.O english: Patricia Di ayan'jan ka dumaldal'ha&lt;br /&gt;         filipino: kirstie Cruz haha talo ka sa ssg kea sa lawrence ka mglagalag&lt;br /&gt;P.O: boys.Jedd Hidalgo????boys???&lt;br /&gt;        girls. Ginalyn Cabansag ayan'aa may pwesto na ang pangungurot mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muse: Annalyn Masangkay'ang brattz ng masci'those eyes that i've loved.aba&lt;br /&gt;escort: Lincoln Disu.mr masci ka'ee we are blessed to hav'you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appointed treasurer: richard chonco'ayan aa'para dalwa keo abonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head masters:&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa Lapira&lt;br /&gt;Fermin Nasol&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Delos Reyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outcast forever: Mark john Sacramento'tanggap mo na db?pakopya ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some of the people who belongs to the lawrence'bar and resto.&lt;br /&gt;shocks'ang haba ng pangalan ng section'jusko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWRENCE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-7953368833635385692?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-4093202050468782509</id><published>2008-03-21T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:19:14.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want jesus dead'again</title><content type='html'>Lord, sorry for my stupidity. sorry for being too naive about your words.&lt;br /&gt;i mocked you many times before. and im still mocking you if ever i encounter problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for making my life miserable. im sorry for adding more misery to it.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for making my life unfair. im sorry i kept showing everybody how unfair it has been.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for making my life not worth living. im sorry for still living'it the way it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your unconditional love is doubtful. no one in this hell-world will give his life to someone'he doesnt even knoe. someone who doesnt even care who is saving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i offer you God my everything. not because you died for me but because it's my purpose of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are making me experience this situations because you love me'and you want to discipline me. you want to mold me for my future. and you want to be with me'after i die.in heaven i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for being one of the suspects who killed you back 1700. i killed you'i was there when all the romans were shouting'crucify'. i was there. and im glad i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see you die again because for me your death means so much. your death means a new beginning for my life. and that new beginnig will never be replaced,immitate nor be faked by anyone'anywho in this worldy living world you have created. your death means to scare the the fear that is in me'i feel very loved when i remember your death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can promise to offer my life to you. because your not just any person on an individuals life. your my king. my majesty and my homeboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveyou papa jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-4093202050468782509?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/4093202050468782509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=4093202050468782509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/4093202050468782509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/4093202050468782509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-jesus-deadagain.html' title='i want jesus dead&apos;again'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-5083456142205912288</id><published>2008-03-19T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:45:11.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being a masochist</title><content type='html'>from the song go on girl'and i had enuf of playing it 32 times a day. made me realize that'i was wrong. and he wasn't.ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to pretend ur ok even if ur not. i hav always been saying this to HIM. and i will be saying this many mor times'if it has to be that way.REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling myself'and bragging to everybody that i'm already over you. i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it back, but&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it back,&lt;br /&gt;I Realized that,&lt;br /&gt;She don't know how to act&lt;br /&gt;Never been a dumb dude&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not dense&lt;br /&gt;I Just had a slight lack&lt;br /&gt;Of common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please namn i still love you and how i want you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im not treating you like a dumb'if you only listened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lamq you still love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the good guy&lt;br /&gt;She was the bad girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but not that bad honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking one girl&lt;br /&gt;She thinking me, earl James and jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Yep she had plenty&lt;br /&gt;But love for me, she didn't have any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i knoe'and i thank you.but, nung teo i was only thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and only you. and i loved you more than i hav loved myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inviting, her into my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im forcing myself to be in your life'from the start palan nmn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was out riding in some other man's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im sorry.my fault.kill me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my night time, thought&lt;br /&gt;I was her star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you are!till now your are.though in reality'im the start you'r the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause my light wont shine without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good thing you are cause im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wont take long for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that makes it more painful. why can you bounce back easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why cant i love another?while you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry bout me I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im happy you are.are you happy im not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hav placed all my trust on you from the start palang'too bad you didnt do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the same thing'or maybe you did. i was such a bitch not to notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the feeling of rejection has kept bugging me'everydae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to settle down and look whatI get&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was my time, but I guess not yet&lt;br /&gt;She at the bar getting drinks from many men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;look'ha.. i stopped drinking'dhil seo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the house, thinking shes with her girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am. bad influence lan'tlg cla.im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust not knowing, truly not knowing&lt;br /&gt;I look back now like, man,&lt;br /&gt; I was open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;open din aman'q seo aa. lgeq nga cnsbe mahal qta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inviting, her into my heart&lt;br /&gt;But she was out riding in some other man's car&lt;br /&gt;She was my night time, thought I was her star&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;Wont take long for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bqt kb gnean?you invited me and left me alone at the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you werent wrong.i was simply being insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yess'sumakay ako sa kotse ng iba. but it's so superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ikaw ang mhalq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistake I made is clear we never should've been together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone told you said this.and it hurts.alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why cant you just leave me with no scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i thought i was the perfect girl for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tpos now'youre rrrregretting na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the reason you're not here&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can do much better&lt;br /&gt;Not a single salty tear&lt;br /&gt;Not a feeling in my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wow buti kpa'aq kxe i took it so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3months is not enuf'and one medicine wont work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah'i thought of that before na'you wont cry aman tlg'ee. cno bq para iyakan mo?minahal mo ba tlg ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling no stressI'm too fly to be depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thankyou. atleast now i knoe how hapee you've become without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go on boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;go on boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;go on boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you knoe namn na i'll always be here like i was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everydae is much like 'imiss you dae'tough love but effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you'HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-5083456142205912288?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/5083456142205912288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=5083456142205912288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/5083456142205912288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/5083456142205912288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-masochist.html' title='being a masochist'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-6647665266012425426</id><published>2008-03-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:47:45.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cinderea story.</title><content type='html'>nagising ako one day. i jumpstarted my dae by calling my sister. tell her how im really excited'later. though it wasnt that typical 80's promenade. wer the guy-date ee pupunta house ni gal-date and bring chocs'and flowers for--mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've waited for this'since elem pa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad my prom date is not HIM. lgeq nagddream na xa mging promdateq.&lt;br /&gt;eun nga lan not everything i want'dpt msunod.xa nagpa realize sken nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i had KRISTER as my promdate instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fairy god father=saber. sbe nea: "bsta wg mo na xang isipin kalimutan mo na xa"&lt;br /&gt;dee:okay po'promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ambaet nea'tlg.he just wanted me to be happee.kxe paran auq na pumunta sa prom.i was almost dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PARLORR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look maton when i entered.gnun pdin pg labas.&lt;br /&gt;the flabby hair. the itchy beauty products.&lt;br /&gt;mga bading na kamukha ni tito boy. kitty curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stooopid karimadon dress.&lt;br /&gt;mukhang tanga.AKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to neveau. took pictures. took pictures. took pictures and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAYUMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayup'hirap hnapin hous ni niq'grabe.sa batangas kunsan lahat ng tao ay hnde matino'at lahat sila magkakamaganak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanlalamig nq'as in corpse'haha.so as niq. i dnt knoe if mommy jessa'is.. peo probably.. kxe'ang dalagang si munikk ay lalandee na. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PALASYO DE MANILA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eun venue'madalas kme dun dhil ke ali atienza.before.&lt;br /&gt;peo ngeon ang gnda'naaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan naaaaa. group of boys. they srucked me'xeeeet ang gwapo.NILA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              jaycee: guys'guys'guys. tutal andito narin si dhea'dpt bgyan ng    entrance.&lt;br /&gt;              BOYS:ayooooon!putek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              jaycee:qlala neu ba eun sa memoirs of a geisha?&lt;br /&gt;              boys: aba putek!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;              jaycee:palakpakan nten si zhang zi yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lhat cla nag palakpakan'peo except HIM.&lt;br /&gt;sad'peo i promised saber not to be sad'and affected'naaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answeet ni krister'sken the entire event. sarapp nea mging promdate. super happeeq and swerte. kxe'he never disappointed me. lge neaq kxma khit saan. npka ideal'nea. inasikaso neaq'like his GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinayaw aq'ni ken. grabe. nadagdagan ang kasiyahanq.&lt;br /&gt;and danced with my other friends.ansea sea tlg.trance'chill. slow music'khit anu bsta friends. ansea'sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;ok naman.lahat bwal sken.haha samahan pa ng mga more practice na performers. peo'mgling cla'aa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TABLE 12.&lt;br /&gt;sharki-mukhang ninang&lt;br /&gt;jd-ninong na anxious lage'haha&lt;br /&gt;louise-shiny girl&lt;br /&gt;lolo-hm?tahimik&lt;br /&gt;jana-maingay na kulot.&lt;br /&gt;muniik-maingay na evill.&lt;br /&gt;krister-ayun ok nmn xa'haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansea'db?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWARDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocking asia nanalo ako. winner!haha'best dressed. peo mukha padin akong tanga'comedy lan akooo dun ee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamt sa mga bumoto'lalo na sa table 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gustoq sana mgspeech. "mas mgnda sana kung ikw ang award sqn" naman'aman anu anu naiisipq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was so perfect.everything even without him'as in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisnar calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee:bis! anseaq nanalo ako!&lt;br /&gt;bisnar:sbe seo'ee. maganda ka kxe! &lt;nambola pa si mokong&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah usap usap blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto nea pumunta'kso bka ma OP xa and bwal aman outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMATIC DANCE FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na ang climax'uwian na kxe.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark james:wag ka magalala dhea'may magsasayaw seo.maniwala ka sken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth:mgiging msaya kb pg sinayaw ka ni HIM?&lt;br /&gt;dee: HELL YESSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bglang lumapit si HIM.wat the f.as in f tlg'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang naluwa ko ang heartq tpos pinahawakq ke niq.grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WORLD FELL APART.&lt;br /&gt;pota'pota'pota dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siniyaw neaq'puro slow ang tugtog. grabe'naubos ang luha. nag dry ang tear ductq. khit na pinipilit neaq na ilayo auq'gustoq xa yakapin buong gabi. he made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee:sana wg na matapos eun gabi.&lt;br /&gt;HIM:ang panget mo namn kasayaw umiiyak ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa loob loobq.tangina'i loooove you badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i wanted to stay sa dance floor'di na kinaya ni hearty'hearty. aun napagod dn'aq peo tinitiisq kxe alamq iiwanan nea naq pg umupo akooo.&lt;br /&gt;anhirap huminga'sa sobrang saya. nasa peak ako na sobrang kaligayahan.xeettt NIRVANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat'on some others table. i prayed to DADDY Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD, now i feel parang ako lan ang anak mo'kxe super happe ko. wag mo na xa bawiin sqn ha'i trust you naman'po. and please phingahin mo ako ng maayos'para maenjoyq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hugged me'tpos lahat ng sweetness nea dati bumalik'inasikaso neaq'lhat ng wae na i wud feel comfortable.gnwa nea lhat eun. he even got some water for'me. qlala neaq'tlg. mhilig sa water. pg me sqt. an lamigg'pinahiram neaq ng coat nea'lam nea dq kaya ang malamig. nalalaq eun mga times na ayw neaq nilalamig at nauulanan. sobrang seaq'halata naman db?khit na hnde nkakaramdam fingersq nun'ayos lan. bsta hawakq kamay nea. feelingq septemeber 7 ulit.tangina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee:HIM?&lt;br /&gt;HIM:bqt?may ssbhin kb?&lt;br /&gt;dee:wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga 20 times tong paulit ulit na cnbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i've said it na' HIM ILOVE YOU with matching iyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM:di na pwede may gf nq.&lt;br /&gt;dee:cge umalis kna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:55 eun. I was a total wrecked. HIM went home'leaving me alone.AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was my last dance that concluded the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbeq' fairy GOD father bqt si cinderella 12 pa ntpos ang kaligayahan nea.ako may butal pa.hinde na sinagad.&lt;br /&gt;cguro lamang kxe sqn ng ilang buwan.ala p kxeq 18'ee.badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawala ang spark'at nahirapan ako mg summon ng energy para mg party. sa gabiq.na dpt nagsasaya akooo. nwala eun natitirang hope'para gumising ako uma umaga.my life was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyak'pdin aq ng iyak.and yess'i hav friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga supporting actress aq'and even cried with me.&lt;br /&gt;i love you jana'lois and sharkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkaroon ng isang pity party'para sqn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time in my life.. atleast i was so happe backt'then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magiging happy ending din'ba to..will he look for me?or do i hav to leave my havaianas.so he could bring it back to me pa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tpos'na nasira na. im not being a masochist or anything but'how could an evil beast destroy my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wondering. is this a cinderella story or beauty and the beast?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-6647665266012425426?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/6647665266012425426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=6647665266012425426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/6647665266012425426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/6647665266012425426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/03/cinderea-story.html' title='cinderea story.'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-5594326096246362093</id><published>2008-03-16T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T06:31:47.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahm'ansea naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nakaktuwang isipin'na nakakinuman ko mga &lt;strong&gt;brogo&lt;/strong&gt; ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met so many &lt;em&gt;new friends&lt;/em&gt;. new&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good-looking&lt;/span&gt; friends. new good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anhirap pla maging &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;only'gir&lt;/span&gt;l.kxe lahat ng topic nmen through out the party eh rated 18.&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling them na'ilang months nalan anmn eun. pede nq sa mga&lt;strong&gt; green&lt;/strong&gt; jokes. green conversations. and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green green stuff&lt;/span&gt;. parang kadiri namn eun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aun'bumili ako ng cube ice in bayad center'cnamahan pq ni &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;daren'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;answweeet na xit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeonq lan na&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; na hnde &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt; ambuhay'sobrang sea and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;colorful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bonding&lt;/em&gt; moments with family. dreaming &lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;. eating &lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;. ksma na din dun eun pagaasar nila'sken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew how my brother courted his past &lt;em&gt;girlfriends&lt;/em&gt;.takte'ang korny nea.peo &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink till'you drop.bsta andito si kuya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-5594326096246362093?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/5594326096246362093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=5594326096246362093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/5594326096246362093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/5594326096246362093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahmansea-naman.html' title='ahm&apos;ansea naman'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089546122504742786.post-1140235770048025443</id><published>2008-03-15T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:58:48.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fts'xit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fts'xit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my fon'and yes i was so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i went to alecco's house. more like anika's.&lt;br /&gt;i went there with my friend. wen i got there'suprisingly more friends.&lt;br /&gt;my friends and i went to sm manila'they played kamay kamay. everybody there played kamay kamay. except me! i got bored. bored. bored. i contacted muniikk. i contacted mark hilario. i contacted everyone except my mom. there! muniik is very much available.we went to sm san lazaro to stalk someone. we failed. over and over. over and over and over. too much for being such a failure. we went to their house'i saw mommy jessa. we were happily messing her room'and happily taking pictures of us NAKED. naked'as in NAKED.haha not that naked'but naked. still naked but sexy.haha bitch. we ate barbecue'tenga.isaw and all the street foods available in batangas street. and yes'welcome carcinogens.the rice were scattered all over my shirt.pants and even in my under shirt. which makes me say "munikk??? akin na eun pe shirt mo?" haha she gave it. enough of muniikk ocness.and munik's ocness forever. as i entered my ever'beautiful-yuck house.yes'you've read it right.it's yuck-ee. as to the point that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudra:ksma mo nnmn bgo mong boifriend?&lt;br /&gt;andrea:asa naman'ala akong bgong boifriend.taas kilay.90 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i hate the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;atleast we hav our own house party.&lt;br /&gt;party for the psych students'grad students.haha&lt;br /&gt;happeee'hapeee'hapee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089546122504742786-1140235770048025443?l=brunoola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/feeds/1140235770048025443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089546122504742786&amp;postID=1140235770048025443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/1140235770048025443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089546122504742786/posts/default/1140235770048025443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunoola.blogspot.com/2008/03/ftsxit.html' title='fts&apos;xit'/><author><name>ANDREA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472990784032379982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LjAqajUuqFw/R9yLiU9x5RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUagtmBjoXA/S220/PIC_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
