<?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-7119068</id><updated>2011-07-19T06:43:49.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>between the stars and waves</title><subtitle type='html'>...stargazing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-114964894033835656</id><published>2006-06-06T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:55:40.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Plug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have a regular gig at Tagaytay, its at Junzi Oriental Cuisine at Tagaytay, right in front of Cafe Lupe and a few steps away from Starbucks... so for those of you guys who wants to hang out and get away from the busy Metro, come and check us out and listen to cool acoustic music. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play there every Saturdays and Sundays... sana me manood sa inyo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-114964894033835656?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114964894033835656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=114964894033835656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/114964894033835656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/114964894033835656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2006/06/plug-we-now-have-regular-gig-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-114827832095276746</id><published>2006-05-21T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:12:00.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When reason becomes unreasonable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, trying to find my ink, willing my hand to write, asking myself if there are enough reasons to make each day worth the effort to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bruised again, badly beaten up, shakened and gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised that I am writing these lines again, I never thought Id find myself in the edge of reason again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson I get is painful, but I'll remember it now, Trust no one, expect the worst even from people you care about and shared your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even from people you called your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-114827832095276746?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114827832095276746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=114827832095276746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/114827832095276746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/114827832095276746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-reason-becomes-unreasonable-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-114077102876044933</id><published>2006-02-24T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:16:49.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pen and paper?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My warm heaven, my only comfort when I was down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my blogger friends, and I terribly miss blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can make time for it like I did before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, we're coming up with an indie album... watch out for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meantime... I'll just stick with pen and paper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-114077102876044933?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114077102876044933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=114077102876044933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/114077102876044933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/114077102876044933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/pen-and-paper-i-miss-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-113150530105464271</id><published>2005-11-08T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:01:41.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;still here but im gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was eons ago and so many things have happened... I must say I'm a little worn out, and I thought that I would never get the chance to write here ever again... but like I said, once a blogger, always a blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took another shot at the call center business, I was able to make it to the production floor of Teletech as a Technical Support Representative but I can't keep up with that kind of timezone... I felt like Im in another dimension, so after 3 months I resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's keeping me busy? the band, we call ourselves &lt;strong&gt;the soundchasers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we play acoustic music and I'm in charge of the beatbox... I still write songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skies have turned grey again, I dont know if it's just the rain or the season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of toying up on you... I dont know what else to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my world again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain fell at 11:00 am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-113150530105464271?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113150530105464271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=113150530105464271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/113150530105464271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/113150530105464271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/11/still-here-but-im-gone-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-111536045178805750</id><published>2005-05-05T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:20:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It has really been a while...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't seen my blog, i would never admit that I am a sleazebag, a lazy couch potato with a brain the size of a nut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I loathe myself for all the months I failed to post anything on this side of my world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Home" article (from this very same spot) was published on the May 4 issue of 2bu! Thanks Pam! &lt;em&gt;Sana ok yung prize na makuha ko!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back I promise, &lt;em&gt;kahit wala na yatang nagbabasa ng blog ko&lt;/em&gt;... hehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-111536045178805750?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/111536045178805750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=111536045178805750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/111536045178805750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/111536045178805750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-has-really-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-111000971133020079</id><published>2005-02-10T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:01:51.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I won!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some great news, I was chosen as the comic survivor in Lagot ka in yesterday's shoot... I waited there for half a day clueless of what's gonna happen. It was on the last sequence where they announced that I won and I was really surprise. For those of you who were able to watch it, I was up against Cali, the bald guy whose energy level can be quite intimidating at times... but I won! It felt really cool shaking hands with all those big names, Raymart, Benjie Bearwin Meily and the other mainstays in Lagot ka... plus I got to take home a Magic Sing Karaoke Microphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will be the start of us nearing close to our dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-111000971133020079?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/111000971133020079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=111000971133020079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/111000971133020079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/111000971133020079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-won-got-some-great-news-i-was-chosen.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-111000926780466123</id><published>2005-02-03T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:26:49.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Best of Makoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usapang Kalye 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, after we played basketball and we were enjoying RC Cola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Makoy] &lt;em&gt;Bwisit talaga yang bata na yan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[Jhe] &lt;em&gt;Sino&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;[Makoy] &lt;em&gt;Yan si Mico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mokong] &lt;em&gt;Bakit naman&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;[Makoy] &lt;em&gt;Napakabastos e, namamakyu!&lt;/em&gt; (meaning, the kid was giving him the finger)&lt;br /&gt;[Mokong] &lt;em&gt;e talaga lang bastusin ka siguro, bakit naman kame hinde pina-fuck you-han nyan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Makoy] &lt;em&gt;Batukan ko kaya&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;[Jhe] &lt;em&gt;Gago ka ba? E kung magsumbong yan kay Mang Dante&lt;/em&gt;?!?(Mang Dante is Mico's father, a retired AFP soldier)&lt;br /&gt;[Mokong] &lt;em&gt;Dating sundalo yun, baka kala mo, me baril pa yun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Makoy] &lt;em&gt;E di sasabihin ko " namamakyu yung anak mo e, e kung ikaw kaya Fuck you-han ko, di mo ako babatukan&lt;/em&gt;? "&lt;br /&gt;[Mokong]&lt;em&gt; e kung sagutin ka, "Hinde, kse babarilin kita&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;[Makoy] &lt;em&gt;sasabihin ko " e di hinde ko kayo papakyuhan&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about you, but I laughed with that exchange of wit, if you may call it wit or just plain humor. But seriously, I wondered how much fear we have for our lives at gunpoint. Why in the world would we humans think about creating something that would destroy life. I don't buy the idea of self preservation, I think its more of being able to control others, of having the power or dominance over another. We live in a world where everybody wants to be king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this world needs to get rid of all things that are meant to destroy and not to preserve... Nukes, guns, weapons of mass destruction and everything that was invented that life itself is against of... Just like Makoy who fears nothing except a gun being pointed to his face. We all need to feel safe with others no matter how big their fingers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the archives of my old blog http://underthebluesky.blogspot.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-111000926780466123?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/111000926780466123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=111000926780466123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/111000926780466123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/111000926780466123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/02/best-of-makoy-usapang-kalye-3-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-111000913876881198</id><published>2005-02-02T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:38:31.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Best of Makoy in Usapang Kalye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usapang kalye 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makoy: &lt;em&gt;May bago na namang nadagdag sa bokabularyo nitong si Den-den tol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokong: &lt;em&gt;Ano yun&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Makoy: &lt;em&gt;Ano daw yung ilalagay sa &lt;/em&gt;Character reference &lt;em&gt;pag gagawa ka ng &lt;/em&gt;Bio-data.&lt;br /&gt;Denden: &lt;em&gt;E di ano&lt;/em&gt;, Tall, dark and handsome. &lt;em&gt;Tama naman di ba&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Mokong: &lt;em&gt;Ano daw&lt;/em&gt;? ( in a funny, mocking tone)&lt;br /&gt;Makoy: &lt;em&gt;Tanga!, mali yun. Ang &lt;/em&gt;character reference &lt;em&gt;yun yung gulay o prutas o kaya hayop na gustong kainin ng nanay mo nung buntis sya sa iyo. Yun yung kung saan ka ipinaglihi, kaya ka nagkaganyan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokong: &lt;em&gt;Hinde&lt;/em&gt;! Character reference, &lt;em&gt;yun yung parang &lt;/em&gt;bibliography &lt;em&gt;pag gagawa ka ng &lt;/em&gt;term paper. &lt;em&gt;Halimbawa, mahilig ka sa &lt;/em&gt;Cartoons &lt;em&gt;kaya&lt;/em&gt; cartoons &lt;em&gt;ka din mag-isip, o kaya mahilig ka sa basketbol, dahil mahilig ka magbasa tungkol sa &lt;/em&gt;NBA.&lt;br /&gt;Makoy: &lt;em&gt;Ay tama, pinaka&lt;/em&gt;safe na sagot, Bible &lt;em&gt;para masabi nila na mabait ka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denden: &lt;em&gt;Mali pala yung sinagot namin ni Mike&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;siya nilagay niya&lt;/em&gt; slim,&lt;em&gt; saka&lt;/em&gt; tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malamang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry after pulled the nonsense crap, I explained to him what Character Reference really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-111000913876881198?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/111000913876881198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=111000913876881198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/111000913876881198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/111000913876881198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/02/best-of-makoy-in-usapang-kalye-usapang.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-111000892025676680</id><published>2005-02-01T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:48:40.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A tribute to Makoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Best of Usapang Kalye&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;starring Makoy and Mokong... :)&lt;br /&gt;(from my old blog http://underthebluesky.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usapang Kalye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny afternoon with my lunatic friend Makoy, we saw a woman watering her plants, she seem to indulged with the water and everything that she didn't seem too mind that we were staring and talking about her. &lt;br /&gt;An intellectual bout was heading its way to the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mokong] Di ba dapat ang halaman sa gabi dinidiligan?&lt;br /&gt;[Makoy] Sira! sa umaga dapat, ung bago tumindi ang sikat ng araw.&lt;br /&gt;[Mokong] Baka kase mapasma ung halaman ganun?&lt;br /&gt;[Makoy] Oo 'tsaka dapat kinakausap yung mga halaman habang dinidiligan para gumanda saka mamulaklak.&lt;br /&gt;[Mokong] pati bermuda grass kakausapin mo?&lt;br /&gt;[Makoy] Oo! para hindi humaba agad ung bermuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I say to the bermuda grass? "Hey don't grow too soon... I'm not up to pruning you yet, stay that way for a few more months"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cannot tell the grass to stop growing lest you cut it down to its roots.&lt;br /&gt;Neither can you tell a child to stop growing up or tell a boy not to be a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could go back to being a child, life would be easy, all play, all fun all day...&lt;br /&gt;and that's pretty ironic because when I was a kid I wanted to grow up and do the things a man does...&lt;br /&gt;If I had known that life would be this complicated and pain wouldn't be less hurtful than a bruise a kid got from playing, I wouldn't grow up in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I was a plant watered while the sun was shining so hard but it wasn't enough for my pain and my tears to evaporate.&lt;br /&gt;and I was left with my brain in spasms, and slowly I would wither away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I would no longer know pain anymore...&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110912901150327426</id><published>2005-01-29T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:23:31.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wala na si Makoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wala na si Makoy, wala na akong kakulitan, wala nang kasamang magmeryenda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na'kong tatawagan para gaguhin, asarin, wala nang tatawa sa mga kagaspangan ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na si Mavi, ang 99% shooter, pinakamagaling sa lahat ng larangan ng palakasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na si Makoy, wala na yung gago kong kaibigan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto tol, ginawan kita ng kanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaibigan,&lt;br /&gt;nasan ka na kaya&lt;br /&gt;Lumisan&lt;br /&gt;Di man lang nagpaalam&lt;br /&gt;Naglaho't&lt;br /&gt;Nawalang parang bula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasan ka man&lt;br /&gt;ngayon&lt;br /&gt;sana ay iyong dala&lt;br /&gt;Mga sandaling ating &lt;br /&gt;pinagsamahan"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110912901150327426?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110912901150327426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110912901150327426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110912901150327426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110912901150327426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/01/wala-na-si-makoy-wala-na-si-makoy-wala.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110912698439651165</id><published>2005-01-27T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:49:44.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after my birthday a text message woke me up and it came from my bestfriend Jeff, it said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wala na si *Makoy&lt;br /&gt;di na daw nagising kanina..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Remember Usapang Kalye? Usapang kanin? sya yung kausap ko dun sa mga entries na yun...) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know what to make of it, if it was a joke, it was a sick, a very bad joke so I called my other friend JR, and asked him about the text message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala na daw tol, tara punta tayo sa kanila, kung ayaw mong maniwala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my other friends Bry, and Denden, with the same shocking news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went with them to Makoy's house and there Mike, Makoy's younger brother confirmed his brother's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makoy was on his new job at Rebisco, he was on a 6-3am shift. Apparently there wasn't much to do so he took a nap, but never got the chance to see the sun rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the &lt;em&gt;Lagot ka&lt;/em&gt; shoot, feeling heavy and with disbelief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun, too, was shocked, she also knew Makoy and all she recalls of him are his funny antics and punchlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know when its time to go, like a thief in the night, it'll come and leave us lifeless and robbed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend... Make flights with angels when you do your rest... + + +&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110912698439651165?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110912698439651165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110912698439651165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110912698439651165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110912698439651165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/01/thief-day-after-my-birthday-text.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110857339669059060</id><published>2005-01-22T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:03:16.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Surprised!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say, I was really touched with the surprise birthday party, cake and everything, Thank you so much!!! Thank you Meann, Jam, Justin, Ate My, Rain, Dits and Hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110857339669059060?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110857339669059060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110857339669059060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110857339669059060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110857339669059060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/01/surprised-i-just-wanna-say-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110857298222126017</id><published>2005-01-16T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T08:56:22.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fiesta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so glad Hunny was able to come with me and experience our fiesta in Litlit, Silang Cavite... Nanis came too, all three of us slept in the room I used when I lived there back when I was in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we had to leave early the next day because we had to attend the wedding of my close friend back here in QC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, I really appreciate you coming with me hun, I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I love you din Nanis!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110857298222126017?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110857298222126017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110857298222126017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110857298222126017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110857298222126017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/01/fiesta-im-so-glad-hunny-was-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110857217824452814</id><published>2005-01-12T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T08:42:58.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My first shoot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call time was at 2pm but the shoot started at 4pm, I couldnt take my eyes off Alicia Mayer, my was she pretty! when it was out turn in front of the camera, I felt some chills from my nape down to my spine... wow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have lines, I got really pissed with the guy I was with.. (the other contestant from KiliTV), &lt;em&gt;sobrang nanapaw&lt;/em&gt;! He kept on interrupting me... I was tryin' to get a tear to fall but he butted in and became a real jackass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, that's my first shoot in Lagot Ka Isusumbong kita!... Bearwin Meily was nice, Toni Gonzaga's a real eyecatcher, too bad she's gonna ba a &lt;em&gt;Kapamilya na&lt;/em&gt;. Watch for it on the 24th. Wish me Luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110857217824452814?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110857217824452814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110857217824452814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110857217824452814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110857217824452814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-first-shoot-call-time-was-at-2pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110744445136278203</id><published>2005-01-10T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T09:03:56.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Post dated post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December 29, we (DVYO) sponsored the children's Xmas party in our village, and just like last year, we had a real good and fun time with the kids. My predecessor, Bimbo did a good job handling the event. And though I'm no longer the president of the the org, Me and Bry (former Vice-President) together with the PYM. assisted the newly elected officers in their first project... Here are some pictures from the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kids! I can't wait to have one of my own!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/bitoymokong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's me and Bry preparing the poster for the party&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/bimarlene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bim, Arlene and my Mom helping out with the food&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/brianemcee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bry as the emcee in one of the parlor games&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/games1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The kids busting out their asses and the balloons!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/chochi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bestfriend Chochi, (my fave kid in the bunch, eating God knows What?!?)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/xmasparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;DVYO &amp;amp; PYM &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110744445136278203?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110744445136278203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110744445136278203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110744445136278203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110744445136278203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/01/post-dated-post-last-december-29-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110659151923205479</id><published>2005-01-05T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T10:31:59.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wish List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 more days and I'll be turning 25... would you believe that? I'm turning 25! and I look like I just came out of high school... :) Time flies so fast, a few years from now I won't recognize myself in the mirror... Lines of age would surely draw themselves on me... I just wish I'll be around that long to watch the Philippines be a superpower state... Hey! did I go too far with that wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of wishes, I have my own wishlist for my coming birthday... So for those of you who have plans in buying me a nice gift on my birthday. I'll make it easy on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anne Rice Books: FYI: I already have the 5 Vampire Chronicles, here are the titles that I've been dying to have: &lt;strong&gt;Blood Canticle&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;BlackWood Farm&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Merrick&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Blood and Gold&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Servant of the Bones&lt;/strong&gt;; and &lt;strong&gt;Cry to heaven ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;a dwarf costume complete with the dwarf shoes&lt;br /&gt;- a jester&lt;br /&gt;-Jim Carey flicks: &lt;strong&gt;The Mask; Dumb and Dumber; Ace Ventura &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;Liar,Liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Robin Williams movies: &lt;strong&gt;What Dreams May Come&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Dead Poets Society; Good Will Hunting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Aqua Di Gio or CK Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Marithe Francois&lt;strong&gt; Girbaud Jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kobe Bryant shoes/jersey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nokia 7610&lt;br /&gt;-Bamboo's As the Music Plays&lt;br /&gt;-K-hon/Beatbox&lt;br /&gt;-a Banduria&lt;br /&gt;-a violin&lt;br /&gt;-acoustic guitar&lt;br /&gt;-PS2&lt;br /&gt;and That white leather shoes from Mendrez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all must haves so you're free to choose from the above! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! I'll be waiting... wag niyo nang i-wrap ok lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110659151923205479?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110659151923205479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110659151923205479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110659151923205479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110659151923205479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/01/wish-list-20-more-days-and-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110658973332743501</id><published>2005-01-03T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T10:02:13.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ang Mundo ng Showbiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian and I went to the meeting with Direk Cesar Cosme. He explained to us the scenario, From among the 80 audition tapes that were sent to receive He screened and chose 15 from them. Me being there would only mean one thing... I was chosen! The sad part is that Brian did not make it. We shouldve sent separate audition videos... [sigh]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What happens next? All 15 of us will be absorbed for a month by GMA KiliTV shows for a month. There will be 2 finalists per show. &lt;em&gt;At sa Lagot ka ako napunta... haayyy... gusto ko pa naman sana sa&lt;/em&gt; Bubble Gang... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll let you in the next episodes of my life, hopefully a life in showbiz... :) that's a promise ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110658973332743501?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110658973332743501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110658973332743501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110658973332743501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110658973332743501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/01/ang-mundo-ng-showbiz-brian-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110658917445474884</id><published>2005-01-01T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T09:52:54.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Year greetings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it come, the new year, its inevitable anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Embrace it with a prayer; may it be a good one...&lt;br /&gt;New beginnings, new life, new songs to fill our ears...&lt;br /&gt;Let it come, the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110658917445474884?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110658917445474884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110658917445474884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110658917445474884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110658917445474884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-greetings-let-it-come-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110624146281700342</id><published>2004-12-31T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:59:53.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Year ender: Images from Christmas 2k4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I try so hard to avoid this blog becoming a photoblog... my last post for this year would be filled with photos of one of my most memorable, meaningful and happiest christmas ever, as far as I can remember... Ironic, I remember talking about how the Christmas season is passing without me noticing it, I even said that Christmas is onlt for kids... I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you God for the gift of life, without it we can never experience your Love,  Thank you for PYM family! Thank you for the people that makes us look bad, for without them we can never say we look good. Thank you for the criticisms, it taught me how to be more mindful of my actions... Thank you for doubting our intentions, it reminded us to be more sincere... Thank you for the people who are self righteous, constantly reminding us how human we are, flawed but can change for the better...Thank you for all the trials, because of them we learned to endure and be strong. Thank you for everything. Thank you for giving your Son to us, truly the one reason for this season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a God. and that is beyond contestation. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/dec24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mary the Queen Parish Youth Ministry&lt;br /&gt;Taken on December 24, 2004, The night of all nights, Our Mini-Concert and Panunuluyan &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/xmassasierra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Christmas party on our street in Diamond Village. 12/29/04 Thats me the Adidas endorser... :) Nanis, "Our" Lil sis, Brian, Mean, Justin Rain and Bimbo &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/sakmo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sige, Ano kaya mo? SAK mo!!! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/lilsisko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's my little sister Jem playing Trip to Neverland &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/diakogutom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mean: "&lt;em&gt;Hindi sabi ako gutom&lt;/em&gt;!!!" Partida late na dumating yan... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/madamikami.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;PYM Christmas Party 12/30/04 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110624146281700342?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110624146281700342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110624146281700342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110624146281700342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110624146281700342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/12/year-ender-images-from-christmas-2k4.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110607420917385434</id><published>2004-12-29T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T09:09:42.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Phone call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a our Christmas party in our street when Mom came out of our house all excited lke she won something from the lottery and exclaimed! "Jay, channel 7 &lt;em&gt;daw!!! dalii&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to our phone, now with excitement rushing through my veins and draining all the blood on my face. The lady on the other line asked, "Are you Jay Beltran?" "Direk Cesar Cosme asked me to call you up to confirm if this is really your number" Apparently, the number I attached with the Video I sent to GMA 7 got misplaced and they were just guessing and mixing up my number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later. Direk Cesar Cosme (Bro. Willy from Bubble Gang's &lt;strong&gt;Ang Dating Doon&lt;/strong&gt; segment, the one with the wig remember?, ) called me up and told me that he liked the audition video that I sent and he's goin to meet me on January 3. Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I guess this New Year's gonna be a good one... I'll keep my fingers crossed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaj in showbusiness?!?, interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110607420917385434?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110607420917385434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110607420917385434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110607420917385434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110607420917385434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/12/phone-call-we-were-having-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110607333836649887</id><published>2004-12-27T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T10:37:06.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;While we were merrying...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of us were having a merry christmas, having a good time with our families. An earthquake struck Indonesia with a magnitude of 9.0 and consequently a Tsunami followed claiming thousands of lives in Sri Lanka, Thailand, India and other south asian nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disaster is one of the worst disasters the whole world has seen. Reminding us the frailty of human life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly and deeply sorry for all those who lost their loved ones, for all the lives lost... Let us all be thankful that our country was spared, and thank God that we are still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can all do something to help, for all of you guys who are more than able, please donate. This way we can also help to prevent this calamity from escalating further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics I found on the web...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/earthquakeaftermath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This image show the aftermath of the earthquake that hit at 9 a.m in Banda, Aceh Indonesia&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/tsunamiinthailand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tsunami hitting Phuket Thailand&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110607333836649887?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110607333836649887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110607333836649887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110607333836649887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110607333836649887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/12/while-we-were-merrying.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110425338845453900</id><published>2004-12-24T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:57:25.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panunuluyan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had our Panunuluyan, its a form of carolling but its a little different because we had to wear costumes and two of our members played the role of Mary and Joseph looking for a place to stay. Here's the draft of the letter that we sent out which posted a lot of controversy for issues only they could understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ang sabsaban, simbolo ng karukhaan sa pisikal na kaanyuhan. Sa mataas na antas ng paniniwalang Kristiyano, ang sabsaban ay sagisag ng kababaang loob. At sa isang hamak na sabsaban isinilang ang ating dakilang manunubos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;" Tag-lamig noon ng sapitin nina Jose at Maria ang bayan ng Judea mula sa isang mahabang paglalakbay mula sa Nazareth. At kabuwanan noon ng Birheng Maria ng ipag-utos ni Haring Herodes ang pagpapatala sa lahat ng kanyang nasasakupan " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sa ika 23 ng Disyembre 2004 ay tatapat sa inyong tahanan ang pinagsama-samang kabataan ng Mary The Queen Parish Youth Ministry upang kayo ay handugan ng musika na nagpapaalala sa diwa ng "Pasko" Ang limos na aming tatanggapin ay ilalaan para sa mga panimulaing proyekto na aming itataguyod para sa ating komunidad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong taon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;And here's the song that we sang for each house we knocked on and carol to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PANUNULUYAN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ginoong maybahay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Magdalita't kami'y dungawan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Ampunin at kahabagan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Sa Mahal nyo pong tahanan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Sino kayong tumatawag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Ngalan ninyo'y ipagbansag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Sabihin kung saan buhat &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;At anong pakay at hanap &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Kami po'y magkasi at ibig &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Na si Maria at si Jose &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Na nagbuhat pa sa Nazareth &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Pagpasok dito ang nais &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Kung dine sana ay may lugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Gaano ang kayo'y dulutan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Di ba ninyo namamasdan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Na kami'y walang kalagyan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Paalam na po maginoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;At sa iba kami'y tutungo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Birhen Maria Poon ko &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Paano na kaya tayo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;and here are some pics from our "Panunuluyan"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/HolyFamily2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Brian as Joseph, Jamie as Mama Mary and Jamie's Little Sis as the cute angel! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/HappyFamily.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;The prayerful angel with Joseph and Mary &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/AngAnghel.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;Gabriel Arkanghel ang Musikerong Anghel :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;I wish everyone a happy and meaningful celebration of Our Lord Jesus Christ's birth, I hope that we will remember the reason for this season... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="left"&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110425338845453900?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110425338845453900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110425338845453900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110425338845453900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110425338845453900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/12/panunuluyan-last-night-we-had-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110425247599128406</id><published>2004-12-23T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T08:47:55.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A sad reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true, the more we want to be closer to God, the more we seem to drift away from Him. The more we try to follow His footsteps, the more we seem to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;I know, experience has taught me one of life's bitter lessons, that the people who claim to have offered their service, or devotion to Him are the ones who does a great job in ridiculing others, criticizing a good intention/suggestion, never ceases to whine for every small task given to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am human, I make mistakes, I do not have the purest of all intentions, I am a sinner and I am not proud to be one. I wish for something good and I want to do something about it. Please do not prevent me from serving Him. I wish to do good because I want to be close to Him. I want to love Him, in my heart I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decide to serve Him, we should not take credits for our deeds, we do not expect merits or awards, nor expect to gain something. Unless we become selfless we can never serve God to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad. and I am deeply disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see that the church in all its glory is filled with people who work for their own personal interest and not as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see them claim to be in communion but are scattered and divided with their own beliefs&lt;br /&gt;To hear a selfish deed cloaked with ones "divine" goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the church, whatever we impart, whatever we do is a reflection of who we are. Let us not shame ourselves in front of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I said, I am human, I make mistakes, I do not have the purest of all intentions, we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But working as one, and unselfishly wont hurt, will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110425247599128406?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110425247599128406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110425247599128406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110425247599128406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110425247599128406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/12/sad-reality-its-true-more-we-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110239051024032896</id><published>2004-12-06T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T19:40:16.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Classified ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new and fast rising company is in need of 200 professionals for expansion.Applicants are no longer required to submit their resume and can start immediately.These are the new exciting job opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Customer Annoying Officer (Job Code COA) [a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makulit na tindera sa Ukay-ukay o tiangge-an&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Description&lt;/strong&gt;: You will just be standing in an upright position. (Sitting is allowed from time to time) Look customers in the eye and recite some words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualifications&lt;/strong&gt;: Female 20-40 years old.This position requires exceptional annoying skills, the candidate should not possess excellent communication skills. Candidates with Tourette's Syndrome would be a plus.The applicant should be able to memorize the words "&lt;em&gt;Pili na&lt;/em&gt;" [Translation: Choose something and buy something whether you like it or not] and "&lt;em&gt;Bili na suki&lt;/em&gt;". He/She should be color blind and insist on buying something which is totally not what you're looking for.He/She should be a master of lying and must be able to convince would be buyers that their products price is reasonable because its Class A.No experience necessary. No training will be provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Title&lt;/strong&gt;:   Passenger Informations Associate (Job Code PIA) [a.k.a. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barker ng mga jeep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/fx] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job description&lt;/strong&gt;: You will be in charge of relating relevant information to passengers about the jeep/FXx destination. This may also require you to lie from time to time and tell the would be passenger that the FX route will be from SM Fairview to Taft when in truth its only up to Morayta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualifications&lt;/strong&gt;: Male 15-45 years old. Black Complexion. Hardly takes a bath and dresses nicely. (shorts and worn out t-shirts are required but not strictly followed) Candidates must also possess the ability to levitate and attach themselves to the back of vehicles. The candidate should also convince passengers that they do not know how to read signboards. And threaten the life of the FX/Jeepney driver if necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Grease Relations Officer (Job Code GRO) [a.k.a. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;taong grasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job description&lt;/strong&gt;: You will wander from place to place, sleep anywhere and talk to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualifications&lt;/strong&gt;: Male/Female 18-50 years old. Must have no family and must not take a bath. He/She should be able to withstand extreme weather conditions and must possess love of nature. He/She must be physically fit and master the art of contemplative meditation (matulala, translation: stare blankly while playing with your lower lip)The candidate should also wear dead cells (libag) and should not comb or wash their hair. He must also withstand extreme hunger and depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Customer Friendly Swindling Officer (Job code CFSO) [a.k.a "&lt;em&gt;that guy with a necktie/that gal in a business suit in malls&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;madalas na nasa mga SM malls&lt;/em&gt;) [often seen in SM malls]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Description&lt;/strong&gt;: You will be tasked to talk to people and tell them to join a raffle, you will call them and tell them that they won something but they must shell out some amount of money to be able to claim the price. You must also know how to toy with their minds and let them in a scam.You must also convince them that their family comes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualifications&lt;/strong&gt;: Male/Female 20-45 years old, College Graduates. Must wear longsleeves and necktie, or a three piece business suit for the ladies. (skirt, slacks, blouse,blazer) The candidate must also have the gift of discernment or the ability to see through people. And should be a master of disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All applications should be submitted the day before today. See you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Ang inyong mga natunghayan ay pawang mga kathang isip lamang ng may-ari ng blog na ito, ang anumang pagkakahawig sa tunay na buhay, lugar o pangyayari ay maaaring sinadya pero di naman masyado&lt;/em&gt;. No pun intended. &lt;em&gt;Nagsa&lt;/em&gt;-sour grape &lt;em&gt;lang kse wala pa ding trabaho ang may-akda&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110239051024032896?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110239051024032896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110239051024032896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110239051024032896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110239051024032896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/12/classified-ads-new-and-fast-rising.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110123075456144685</id><published>2004-11-23T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:46:15.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Reach Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned about this organizations thru the radio. I must've heard it on my way back home on an FX where drivers usually tune to AM stations, While some tune to "ear friendly" stations like WRR 101.9, 101.1 Love radio, Yes FM and other stations that don't play music.&lt;br /&gt;Well so much for that, I got really touched with the idea of helping less fortunate children who cannot afford to go to school. So I told hunny about it, but the sad part was we ourselves cannot afford to sponsor a child. So I thought that maybe I could help the organization by letting other people know about them&lt;br /&gt;To let you know more about the org. Here's a little info about what they do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;World Vision cares about the world's children and their future. We promote ways that break down the barriers to a child's total development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Vision was born in the heart of evangelist Bob Pierce who had witnessed abject poverty while he was a missionary in Asia. World Vision has since evolved from providing the most basic needs of children like food, clothing and shelter, into addressing the root causes of poverty in their communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 1950, World Vision has changed hundreds of communities in developing countries by helping the poorest of the poor grow food, obtain clean water, build homes, start businesses, and lead healthy and fulfilling lives. We are present in about 100 countries, transforming into an international partnership of autonomous World Vision national entities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Vision began in the Philippines in 1957 through sponsorship of a handful children in three orphanages. Its development approach slowly changed into a wholistic development strategy that aids the transformation of not only the poor children but their families and communities as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Vision helps provide a wide range of opportunities for the children, their families and communities to improve their condition through various development programs and activities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also visit their page at &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org.ph/"&gt;www.worldvision.org.ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought that maybe we can help them by putting one of those link back thingies on our sites. I'm not sure if they have it yet but maybe one of you guys who knows how to make one can make one for them. Wouldn't it be nice to have a link back button in our blogs for a cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other group that I also wanna be a part of &lt;a href="http://www.handsonmanila.org.ph/"&gt;Hands on Manila&lt;/a&gt;. You probably have heard this ad on the radio where a Lola says "Palimos po", a girl would give her a peso and the Lola would reply that she doesnt need the peso coin but some help on volunteer work. &lt;br /&gt;You can tell stories to children who has cancer, cook food for street children or attend to the elderly who have been abandoned by their families.&lt;br /&gt;I've already talked with our youth ministry and proposed this activity. Maybe we can drop by one weekend and offer an hour of volunteer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that posting about this orgs would serve its purpose. I mean right now, I still don't have the means to sponsor a child to go to school, or the luxury of time for volunteer work because I'm still trying to find a job, so for those of you guys who have the time and the means maybe an hour or 450 a month wouldn't really hurt. There's nothing more meaningful than giving a piece of our lives for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, heal the world, make it a better place. and lets all pray for Michael Jackson who loves children so much he gets in bed with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110123075456144685?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110123075456144685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110123075456144685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110123075456144685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110123075456144685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/11/reach-out-i-learned-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-110112272509618568</id><published>2004-11-22T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T08:42:10.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So what have you been up to lately?&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my blogger friends that still visits me inspite of me being a lazy kid and all, here's a peek on my life right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago. I went to training with Zuellig, a local distributor for pharma companies like Roche, Pfizer etc. I came out on top of their training program and got an award for being the Most Outstanding Trainee of our batch. That's not something I can be proud of, you know why? Newsflash: I still don't have a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I think God is finding His way back to my heart, or should I say I am finding my way back to His arms. I recently joined the Parish Youth Ministry in our Parish, two months after I was elected Assistant Parish Youth Coordinator. We had our team building last October 30-31 and we had a blast. I'll be posting some pics one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, it seems like I don't have that much time for blogger and I guess its time to let go, but I guess I still can't. Perhaps I still can use this tool to reach out to people... As I've said before, I know I can't change the world, but I can make a dent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder where my life is taking me, but I guess the real question should be, where am I taking my life, I know I should be bothered that I still don't have a job, but the funny thing is, I keep on thinking that maybe there's a reason for all of these... perhaps God is preparing me for something great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little food for thought from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the direst of times, when we feel that nothing seems to be going right... Hold on to the things that still makes your day a blessing even if the whole world seems to be ganging up on you. Some times we ignore signs because we keep on focusing too much on the road. I'm glad I'm back to my old faith. It may be bruised and badly beaten up, but it still is breathing. Thank you God, thank you for my hunny, thank you for the wonderful people that I just met and are yet to create an impact on my life. (P.S. You still owe me a job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all you folks who still visits my page... Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-110112272509618568?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/110112272509618568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=110112272509618568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110112272509618568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/110112272509618568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-what-have-you-been-up-to-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-109888056510675075</id><published>2004-10-27T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T05:59:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A blessed day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the sun shone ever more brightly&lt;br /&gt;the skies were a little more blue&lt;br /&gt;Today God smiled and said "What a fine day!"&lt;br /&gt;because today you were born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/promnight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I said a prayer for you today, and I know God must have heard, I felt the answer in my heart though He spoke not a word, I asked Him to always watch over you, and to be always by your side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I asked Him not to let any harm or pain come in your way, though I know that was too much to ask, so I asked Him to make you strong, so that whatever comes your way, you'll take it all as a challenge and use it to make you tougher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thanked Him for giving you to me, &lt;em&gt;the little sister that I never had...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you Nanis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/promnight2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-109888056510675075?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/109888056510675075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=109888056510675075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109888056510675075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109888056510675075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/10/blessed-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-109759630655878877</id><published>2004-10-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T08:51:46.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Procrastination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, the day after I wrote my first post this month, I worked on another entry at once because I wanted to go back to being the old blogger that I was. I was halfway through when my PC went nuts again, I wasn't able to save my work, pressed Ctrl+Alt+Del and all my hopes of writing a good piece for that day died with it.&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was the inevitable: "Hell!, I'll just write again tomorrow" The sun did set in the west and rose again the following day and I went back to that old line... and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story, If you're PC's too old and dysfunctional, Buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Just a jest, Let's get serious and get to the point. I'm saying, I think it's one of the most common disease that has struck millions of the homo sapiens species of this planet... PROCRASTINATION.&lt;br /&gt;SO the old saying goes, Don't put away for tomorrow what you can do today (or something like that). This is the same attitude that I had when I was in college that I still carry today. And I must say it has cost me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Time is of the essence because Life is too short. I think these are the things that I should start to work on.&lt;br /&gt;And like most of you guys will do. I guess I'll work on it tomorrow. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-109759630655878877?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/109759630655878877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=109759630655878877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109759630655878877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109759630655878877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/10/procrastination-last-week-day-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-109694530459874062</id><published>2004-10-05T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T20:05:34.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hiatus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by so fast and you sometimes even miss the chance to say hello. I never would have thought I'd be missing blogging for over a month. Sometimes when I'm on my way to Makati I'd think of it and I'd say "Mya pag-uwi ko, daan ako sa internet cafe tas dun ako magsusulat" and then the day is over and I find myself too tired to even wink my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my excuse for my long absence? I went to training in a pharma company and my pc's gone nuts on me. It all started when my pc went berserk and held me hostage for using her and abusing her. And then I got called for training and I got stucked with tons of manuals to read and review. So that's what happened and I guess there's no real excuse for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! So I guess I'd be seein' more of you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you blogger! and I miss all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-109694530459874062?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/109694530459874062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=109694530459874062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109694530459874062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109694530459874062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/10/hiatus-time-passes-by-so-fast-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-109384256312085881</id><published>2004-08-29T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:47:00.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Couch Potato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my eye glued to the Tv set is what I do best these days while waiting for calls from prospective but elusive employers.&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm at it, let me give you a preview of what's lighting up my boob tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this new show on Star World, &lt;strong&gt;Ed&lt;/strong&gt;. Named after the main character of the show who turned the worst day of his life into the best day of his life by returning home to StuckeyVille. There he finds himself in pursuit of his high school dream girl Carol Vessey played by the gorgeous Julie Bowen (Happy Gilmore, Joe Somebody) and bought Stuckey bowl and turned himself into a bowling alley lawyer. I would spare you the twists and turns of his tough fight to win the girl of his dreams so try seein it this Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smallville&lt;/strong&gt; is still my first love or or should I say &lt;strong&gt;Lana Lang&lt;/strong&gt;? I can't wait to watch Season 1 agai on Star World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven days&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Relic Hunter&lt;/strong&gt; are my best picks on afternoons. (AXN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're into reality shows, &lt;strong&gt;Fear Factor&lt;/strong&gt; would be my pick, I love seeing people get over their worst fears and even though they dont get to win the 50 grand, they were able to prove something to themselves. Of course it would be a lot more fulfilling ifyou get to go home with 50 thousand dollars in your pocket but getting past the challenges would definitely help you boost your confidence on things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality sucks with &lt;strong&gt;For Love or Money&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/strong&gt;, although it deals with the harsh reality that people can really get deceived or play games for love and money. Its like their commercializing Lies, Deception and that love can be just a game. and that sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETC&lt;/strong&gt; also has great programs, &lt;strong&gt;Knock First&lt;/strong&gt; a show that I'd love to have here in the Philippines, there's this trio/team of designers that seeks to help teenagers design and improve their bedrooms and give them lots of freebies like PC's Playstations and some other cool stuffs. I wish we have it here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside of it all would be this show, &lt;strong&gt;Queer eye for the straight guy&lt;/strong&gt;, call me conservative or narrow but I really hate the idea. And they call themselves Fab Five? Nuts! I guarantee you there will be a fag out break in the next few months if they dont stop running this show here. Just the sight of this retards makes me wanna puke and burn the TV set. What? they're encouraging closet queens to come out from their shells and tell the world that its fabulous to be gay? I just hope that MTRCB will do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my ad free post. Check out these shows and I can promise that you'll have a good time. (I'm not sure about the 5 mutants though) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh! the perils of being a bum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-109384256312085881?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/109384256312085881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=109384256312085881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109384256312085881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109384256312085881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/08/couch-potato-keeping-my-eye-glued-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-109359332948776726</id><published>2004-08-27T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:55:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Usapang Kanin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Makoy]: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di mo titirhan ng pagkain si Mulder?&lt;/em&gt; ( He was talkin about my dog, na isang hamak na *panker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Mokong]: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakit ako ba tinitirhan nya ng pagkain pag sya ang naunang kumain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Makoy]: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oo nga no!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, stopped and thought for a while and then he got back at me and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Makoy]: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakit, kung titirhan ka ba nya ng pagkain, kakainin mo ba naman?&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Mokong]: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hinde, but its the thought that counts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what you get when you put two mindless bum and chicken curry and a 1.5 liter of coke.&lt;br /&gt;Nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;panker- &lt;/em&gt;n. a name used to describe ordinary dogs, sa tagalog pangkeraniwan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-109359332948776726?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/109359332948776726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=109359332948776726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109359332948776726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109359332948776726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/08/usapang-kanin-at-lunch-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-109328162988337578</id><published>2004-08-24T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:05:01.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been really that busy with my jobsearch that I lost track of time and forgot all about my blog, my apologies...&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, I still don't have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flanagan Industrial Test, Guilford Zimmerman Test, Gay HR Manager's indecent proposal, Countless essays and interviews after, I am still nothing but a pain in the ass, good for nothing bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now that didn't come easy...) One of life's cruel facts, nothing comes easy, everything has a price... you live to survive. And even the fittest won't win it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making sense? Wow! I guess all the long walks in Makati has really took its toll on me... I've drained it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-109328162988337578?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/109328162988337578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=109328162988337578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109328162988337578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109328162988337578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/08/while-i-guess-ive-been-really-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-109319089600566370</id><published>2004-08-20T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T09:08:16.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day marks my first year as a blogger! and though sometimes I miss and lose track of my way here, a part of me will always lead me home... as they say, Home is where the heart is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made this my home, my shelter. Here, I find peace in my most troubling times. Here, I am heard. Here, I am able to share the joys of being loved, and the pain that comes with it somehow vanishes when I go home, Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to that old place, my &lt;a href="http://underthebluesky.blogspot.com"&gt;dark skies&lt;/a&gt;, my old home, to kiss it goodbye once again... now, I can boldly say, I have moved on... I have found love again, I have found someone who paints my dark skies blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt a little weird writing for &lt;a href="http://underthebluesky.blogspot.com"&gt;"dark skies"&lt;/a&gt; again, But I felt that I owe something to it, because after all its where I started out in  bein a blogger. Yet now, I can only look at the black dreary layout with a smile and say "I'm okay now" I sure am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark clouds are gathering, a storm is just about to come, but I know I have nothing to fear, because I got you... and I got all of you!!! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain fell at 12:06 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-109319089600566370?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/109319089600566370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=109319089600566370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109319089600566370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109319089600566370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-anniversary-this-day-marks-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-109016590410766969</id><published>2004-07-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T09:05:21.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no God?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I want to share this piece to you guys!, its one of my favorite articles and I read this back when I was in 3rd year high school, That time when I was most down and had questions that seemed to have no answers. This will surely give you a nice calm feeling after you finish reading it. It was published in Reader's Digest and I used to have that copy but I lost it in college so I searched all over for it at Google and luckily I found it again.&amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure you'll all love this wonderful piece. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Jim Bishop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no God. &lt;br /&gt;All of the wonders around us are accidental. &lt;br /&gt;No almighty hand made a thousand-billion stars. They made themselves. &lt;br /&gt;No power keeps them on steady course. &lt;br /&gt;The earth spins itself to keep the oceans from falling off toward the sun. &lt;br /&gt;Infants teach themselves to cry when they are hungry or hurt. &lt;br /&gt;A small flower invented itself so that we can extract digitalis for sick hearts. &lt;br /&gt;The earth gave itself day and night, tilted itself so that we get seasons. &lt;br /&gt;Without the magnetic poles man would be unable to navigate the trackless oceans of water and air, but they just grew there. &lt;br /&gt;How about the sugar thermostat in the pancreas? It maintains a level of sugar in the blood sufficient for energy. &lt;br /&gt;Without it, all of us would fall into a coma and die. &lt;br /&gt;Why does snow sit on the mountain-tops waiting for the warm spring sun to melt it at just the right time for the young crops in farms below to drink?&amp;nbsp; A very lovely accident. &lt;br /&gt;The human heart will beat for 70 or 80 years without faltering. How does it get sufficient rest between beats? &lt;br /&gt;A kidney will filter poison from the blood, and leave good things alone, How does it know one from the other? &lt;br /&gt;Who gave the human tongue flexibility to form words, and a brain to understand them, but denied it to animals? &lt;br /&gt;Who showed a womb how to take a fertilized egg and keep splitting a tiny ovum until, in time, a baby would have the proper number of fingers, eyes, and ears, and hair in the right places, and come into this world when it is strong enough to sustain life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-109016590410766969?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/109016590410766969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=109016590410766969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109016590410766969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/109016590410766969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/07/there-is-no-god-very-lovely-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108994593353526639</id><published>2004-07-16T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T19:54:21.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger Friends are the Best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank everyone for their comments and wise thoughts on my last post about the gay HR guy,(If you're wondrin' what I'm talkin about check out my previous post down there) I felt everyone's concern and that was really a good help for me. whew.. this is one of the reasons why its hard to leave the blogworld, once you're in its like there's no turning back because it just feels so great to be here, and that's because of you! Blogger Friends!Yes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still contemplating on what to do next, I'm planning on writing a letter addressed to the Administrator or his/her superior, someone with the power to kick his ass off. Sabihin ko na lang din "They'd be better off with me as their HR manager"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**_8_**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/bball/kobe_is_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kobe stays with the Lakers&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakers fans now have something to cheer about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trading Shaq to Miami, the biggest question was whether Kobe will stay or not with the Lakers, it surely was one crazy ride for the Lakers this off season. Yesterday I read some news that he may be playing for the Clippers, I got pretty upset because I really want Kobe to stay with the Lakers, After all, it's where he got his Superstar status, and they're doing everything to keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I saw Kobe on Solar Sports with a Lakers logo on the mic he was using and that was all the relief I needed. After all the days I spent searching Google for the latest news on where he will play, Now I can probably give Google some rest. I think I wore him out a little with all the searches I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for you Kobe, I hope everything falls into place. The trial in Colorado has yet to begin, I wish you well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/bball/kobe_horizontal_040715.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photos: from NBA.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108994593353526639?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108994593353526639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108994593353526639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108994593353526639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108994593353526639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/07/blogger-friends-are-best-i-wanna-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108968581670708986</id><published>2004-07-12T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:10:06.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jobsearch 1001&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago, I went to this call center in Ortigas, somewhere along Emerald Avenue, and I took a shot in applying for an HR position, The HR manager politely informed me that the position has already been filled and the only job he can offer me was a CSR position, and I said " I went to this other call center and the HR oficer who interviewed me told me that I can't be considered for an HR position because I lack experience aside from the fact that I'm not a Psychology graduate, and I've been thinking if I settle for another CSR position how am I gonna get the experience that I need?" He smiled and said "Once you get in ( meaning If I can qualify for CSR) , I'm gonna try to absorb you in the HR department, what do you think?" I said "Fair enough"&lt;br /&gt;So I took their exam and passed, and they told us to report the next day for our final interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after, I received a message from him (The HR manager) which said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi u have&lt;br /&gt;interview&lt;br /&gt;tonight dont&lt;br /&gt;forget it k! Do u&lt;br /&gt;like to go out lets&lt;br /&gt;have fun this is&lt;br /&gt;- - - - hr tele----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I had a fight about going to that interview so I just weaved an alibi and asked for a reschedule to which he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;labas tayo ha&lt;br /&gt;dito ka tulog sa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house &lt;em&gt;k &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f*ck?!?! I freaked out, Newsflash! This HR manager I'm talking about is a member of the male species. In short, he's a man in all its likelihood...&lt;br /&gt;and he's gay! I should've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't send a reply anymore, but in some ways I even thought I over reacted, like maybe he was just bein' friendly so I just ignored his message and went on with my jobsearch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never hear from him again until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His message was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi we have 1slot&lt;br /&gt;for recruitment&lt;br /&gt;assistant like 2&lt;br /&gt;aply text me wil&lt;br /&gt;sched u 4&lt;br /&gt;interview k _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;tele- - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got excited, now there's a slot for the position that I want so I immediately replied and asked for an interview this week, But when I got his reply, my excitement quickly turned into astonishment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sched u but&lt;br /&gt;slip &lt;em&gt;ka&lt;/em&gt; house &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ha&lt;/em&gt;! Ok ba? Deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he followed it with: " So are you game?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really pissed off but I was hoping I could talk some sense on him, maybe there was still decency left in him so I told him that if we could just do things the right way like 2 professional people I'd be up for the interview, I told him to just look on my credentials and maybe he'll see that I'm fit for the job to which he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok &lt;em&gt;pero kung&lt;br /&gt;dito ka tulog eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 percent &lt;em&gt;ikaw&lt;br /&gt;kunin ko&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it, end of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky, scary, gross. All in its superlative degree. That's how it felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. HR manager, back in the interview, when I said that I'm dying for an HR post, it was a figure of speech dumbass! it means that I'll give my best and that I'll work my ass off, I didn't say I'll give my body for it and that you can work on my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate for a job all right, but that is not my idea of getting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harsh realities of life are clearly coming to me now, Some people would unconscientiously take advantage over a person's misfortunes. I mean it's unfortunate enough that I'm a bum for 2 years, but to take a shot on my dignity is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so uncharacteristic of a professional, to think that he's a manager who's supposed to be a man of integrity, and who's supposed to look into people and seek for the same good traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my futile search for a job. I'd like to ask you fellow bloggers for your thoughts about this, I'm planning on doing some thing about this, I mean who knows if I'm the only one? I could use your comments on this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one good thing about this though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, "&lt;em&gt;May dating pala ako&lt;/em&gt;" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108968581670708986?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108968581670708986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108968581670708986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108968581670708986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108968581670708986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/07/jobsearch-1001-about-two-weeks-ago-i_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108899669771278393</id><published>2004-07-04T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:19:00.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mid-life Crisis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in our lives, there will come a time when you will think that everything isn't going right and you just can't figure out which road you will take or which choice you have to make, when in truth, you have absolutely none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toughest thing is, every decision counts, this is no time for experimenting for every mistake you make will dig you even bigger holes. You will begin to feel, "Hey I made a mistake in college, I shouldn't have taken this course, for I wouldn't be sitting here now writing about regrets if I took this or that" And the thing is, you cannot go back in time. The best thing to do is make the most out of what you got because after all it's the only thing you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Im going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost 2 years now, I have been the worthless bum, Thanks to the one year I spent waiting for that job at &lt;em&gt;Sandigan&lt;/em&gt;. I wasted a year for a job that was mine but got stolen by a justice's niece. I went through their series of test, interviews and was even called for training, spent a week training for that stupid job only to find out they couldn't give that position to me because some Justice has already promised a job for his niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the Justice system here sucks, They can't even make a fair recruitment process. And that really sucks because its supposed to be run by fair the fair and justiciable minds of our "honorable" justices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went back to applying to private companies, I went to Sykes ( a call center ) and they offered me a CSR position, and I said "Hell no!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all have low points and shares of crisis that we all go through and its up for us to pick up where we left off or start anew and then you'll be able to climb high and its all down hill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thrive on your mistakes, Learn from it and that can be your guiding light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep telling yourself that Jay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ and as for you people who are still on their way to college, One word of advice, if you are not sure that you're gonna go to Law School after college, Do not take AB Political Science.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hear you say No regrets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108899669771278393?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108899669771278393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108899669771278393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108899669771278393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108899669771278393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/07/mid-life-crisis-at-some-point-in-our_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108839507804245738</id><published>2004-06-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:09:34.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;#8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This post came a little late... Even though the Lakers fell short at the NBA Finals, here's a little something to pay tribute to the Laker guard Kobe Bryant for his valiant effort to win another title and for inspiring me to play B-ball]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/bball/kobe_3_on_game_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Kobe's trey on game 2 of the NBA finals 2004 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say he's a phenomenal player, some say he's selfish and childish. Some say he glues the team and makes awesome plays for them. Some say he rocks the team... apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the moves, power moves, fearsome dunks, killer spin moves, the creativity, and a clutch player like Michael Jordan. But he doesnt have everybody's thumbs up. They say he will always be second best to Shaquille O'neal, but he will always be my basketball hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/bball/kobe_at_portland.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Kobe's crunchtime 3 pointer @ Portland that sent the game into over time&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I step into the court, I think of him, I am him, I am &lt;strong&gt;Kobe Bryant&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and I am invincible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/bball/game_winner_at_Portland.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Kobe's game winning trey on that same game VS. Portland that gave them the Pacific Division title &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His future is uncertain, but I sure hope that he will win, in every battle, including that in Colorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will win, because you got the heart of a champion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from your mistakes, don't let fame get in your head. Play every moment as if it was your last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108839507804245738?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108839507804245738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108839507804245738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108839507804245738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108839507804245738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/06/8-this-post-came-little-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108700972256636845</id><published>2004-06-12T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T11:11:41.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pinoy ako!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/Phil.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I admire most about Americans is how much they show their love for their country. You can see it in almost everything they do, How many times have we seen movies that display their loyalty to their flag to their nation. 9/11 showed the world how one tragedy can unite a nation. No matter how big the adversity is. They stood proud and faced the challenge. You can feel how much they honor their nation everytime they sing their national anthem? Have you heard Jason Mraz's rendition of it on the opening ceremonies of Game 2 of the NBA finals? How about Anita Baker's? (Game 3) The crowd stood tall, you'll feel the soul within the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as we celebrate our &lt;strong&gt;Independence day&lt;/strong&gt;, I'd like to do the same, I want to tell the world how proud of my country I am, no matter how the world seems to look down on us,  I still believe that one day, as we've already done in the past, we would leave a mark of greatness in this world.  I am a Filipino! and I am proud to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one great song about us, take pride in our flag, in our roots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I wish our artists would follow Bamboo's step in making a nice song that speaks of us Filipinos with pride and love of our country...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of us Filipinos, Mabuhay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noypi&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tingnan mo ang iyong palad&lt;br /&gt;Kalyado mong kamay&lt;br /&gt;sa hirap ng buhay&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami mong problema&lt;br /&gt;Nakuha mo pang ngumiti&lt;br /&gt;Noypi ka nga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Astig!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saan ka man naroroon&lt;br /&gt;huwag kang matatakot&lt;br /&gt;Sa baril o patalim&lt;br /&gt;Sa bukas na madilim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy!&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy ako&lt;br /&gt;Buo aking loob&lt;br /&gt;May agimat ang dugo ko!&lt;br /&gt;Hoy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Pinoy ako&lt;br /&gt;May agimat ang dugo ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinisid ko ang dagat&lt;br /&gt;Nilibot ko'ng mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nasa puso ko pala&lt;br /&gt;Hinahanap kong gulo&lt;br /&gt;Ilang beses na akong &lt;br /&gt;muntikang mamatay&lt;br /&gt;Oh alam ko'ng sikreto &lt;br /&gt;kaya nandito pa't buhay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, sabi nila&lt;br /&gt;May anting-anting ako&lt;br /&gt;Pero di nila alam&lt;br /&gt;Na Diyos ang dahilan ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinig mo ba ang bulong &lt;br /&gt;ng lahi mo?&lt;br /&gt;Isigaw mo, kapatid,&lt;br /&gt;ang hinihinga natin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108700972256636845?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108700972256636845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108700972256636845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108700972256636845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108700972256636845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/06/pinoy-ako-what-i-admire-most-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108683779565687738</id><published>2004-06-08T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:22:05.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an orphan seeking for shelter, I walked and wandered, looking for a place to stay, a place to call my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through endless dark, narrow alley ways, to the city and under the bridge I spent my cold nights holding, embracing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked and walked, at times I lost all my hopes that I'll ever find that place, but the morning sun would always remind me to walk again, and when the day seized to an end, when the sun sets and the lights go out, my tired restless body and soul would feel the emptiness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, some nights, someone will take me in, offer a loving embrace that tells you that you're home at last, a blanket of warm love that will soon fade quickly and will soon throw you out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until at last, your hand caught mine, gently you showed me the way in, you whispered into my ear and said "I'll never let you go" you welcomed me with a warm embrace and led me to your heart, a place I can finally call my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108683779565687738?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108683779565687738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108683779565687738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108683779565687738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108683779565687738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/06/home-like-orphan-seeking-for-shelter-i_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108636668688187031</id><published>2004-06-04T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T09:31:26.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each time you look into my eyes and I feel the love it conveys, I find a sense of peace that claims my entire being, and I ask why, what did I ever do to deserve you... I cannot say no more, I do not now what you see in me... I have not much to offer but my heart... my mind my body and my soul... take it... and I won't ask anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's something in the way you look at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bautista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one ever saw me like you do&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I could add up to&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what a smile was worth&lt;br /&gt;But your eyes say everything without a single word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I'd never know what you see&lt;br /&gt;But there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could freeze the moment in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Be the second that you touch your lips to mine&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to stop the clock make time stand still&lt;br /&gt;Coz baby this is just the way I always want to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I'd never know what you see&lt;br /&gt;But there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how or why&lt;br /&gt;I feel different in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that it happens every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I'd never know what you see&lt;br /&gt;But there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The way you look at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[==8==]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friend Loraine, this song goes to her lost love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a resaon for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108636668688187031?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108636668688187031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108636668688187031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108636668688187031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108636668688187031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/06/each-time-you-look-into-my-eyes-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108627986399519664</id><published>2004-06-03T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:14:42.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Same person, same eyes, different view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess your wondering why I moved, the title above tells the story behind it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still yaj, happy the clown, I'm still the same old me, only I dont wear a frown anymore, nor do I go to bed crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a lot tougher now, still a little vulnerable though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes now looks at the world with that same curiousity I once had as a child, with awe and inspiration, I see the world in a different light, the colors are ever more radiant, somehow it still reminds me of my dark past, my sleepless nights, gloomy, chasing my soul into the darkness, but through the dawn I would see the sun arising, as if telling me that everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I had to leave, there is so much pain and sadness in my old home, I've been living &lt;a href="http://underthebluesky.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;under the blue sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , I never tried reaching it, or painting it when it went dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll just paint my skies blue again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://underthebluesky.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108627986399519664?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108627986399519664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108627986399519664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108627986399519664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108627986399519664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/06/same-person-same-eyes-different-view-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108559190394430114</id><published>2004-05-18T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:18:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One Laker's Spur of a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/game_winning_shot.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Derek Fisher's game winning shot over the Spurs in Game 5 of the West Semifinals Round.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how one moment can change fate. How life can be changed by that one flicker of an instant. One shot, One blow changes the course of a being.&lt;br /&gt;It is with the decisions we make, the courage we take that could forever make a difference in our lives. We may not see it right away, We have yet to know the outcome. Its either we win or lose, We remain standing or we can fall to the ground. But what matters most is that we tried.&lt;br /&gt;...To conquer, to triumph over our most dreaded foe, fear itself. Fear takes away the drive in us, but the more we succumb to it, the more it buries us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is fear in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that shot, and win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaj gazed the stars at 11:29 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108559190394430114?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108559190394430114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108559190394430114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559190394430114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559190394430114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/05/one-lakers-spur-of-moment-derek.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108559078926761377</id><published>2004-04-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:59:49.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the things we fear the most are the things that have already happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;I dread the thought of being alone again.&lt;br /&gt;I fear getting hurt because I know what pain feels like, and I never wanna experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;But life wouldn't make sense if we'll always be afraid of risks.&lt;br /&gt;You'll just curl up in a corner wondering what might have been if you tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about taking risks, standing up for a challenge and getting the kick out of losing.&lt;br /&gt;You need to stumble and fall in order to be brave to stand and walk proud again.&lt;br /&gt;You get cuts and bruises but it will all heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I know that I still have that fear inside me, I know I have to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fighter, not a quitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108559078926761377?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108559078926761377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108559078926761377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559078926761377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559078926761377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/04/fighter-sometimes-things-we-fear-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108559179498077893</id><published>2004-04-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:16:34.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song that's been plaguing the airwaves recently, It's my current LSS (Last Song Syndrome)... I like the message of the song. I just can't figure out why snow was all over the video. Maybe it was juzt an excuse for the new vocalist of South Border to wear a bonnet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fallin' out, fallin' in&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's sure in this world, no no&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down, breaking in&lt;br /&gt;Never knowin' what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;We can really never tell it all, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye, say hello&lt;br /&gt;To a lover or friend&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we never could understand &lt;br /&gt;Why some things begin with just love&lt;br /&gt;We can really never have it all, no no hoh hoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what happens, life goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;And so, baby, just smile&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm always around you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make you see how beautiful life is for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a little time, baby&lt;br /&gt;See the butterfly's colors&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the birds that were sent to sing for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me&lt;br /&gt;This is such a wonderful place to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is pain now&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;For as long as the world still turns, there will be night and day&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;There's a rainbow always after the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hittin' high, hittin' low&lt;br /&gt;Win or lose you should go, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Getting warm, getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Weather can be so good or bad&lt;br /&gt;But, baby, this is life, oh, don't get mad, no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, oh, can't you see (can't you see)&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what happens, life goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;So, baby, please smile (just smile)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm always around you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make you see how beautiful life is for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of challenges, not all the time we get what we want&lt;br /&gt;But don't despair my, dear &lt;br /&gt;You'll take each trial and you'll make it through the storm 'cause you're strong&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you is clear&lt;br /&gt;So they say once again this world's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And let us celebrate life that's so beautiful, so beautiful...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we really have to go through a storm to be able to appreciate the sun.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we seem to curse the sun for shining so bright, leaving us with the feel of a stove inside our homes... We'll go looking for it once the rain starts to pour and send some of us packing to an evacuation center because their homes have been swept away by a flood.&lt;br /&gt;My life hasn't always been sunny smiles, or cold rainy nights... I have been in constant struggles but somehow I found my way through...&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, moves on and so will I.&lt;br /&gt;With you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++_ _+_ _++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pics from Laguna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/down_syndrome.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; that guy beside shimmer doesn't have a down syndrome, don't ask&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/benjie.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;kaye, jeff, mei and her bf, benjie paras&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img53.photobucket.com/albums/v163/happytheclown/bestfriends.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; yaJ and bestfriend epoy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108559179498077893?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108559179498077893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108559179498077893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559179498077893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559179498077893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/04/after-rain-heres-song-thats-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108559059679449050</id><published>2004-03-15T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:56:36.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you came ito my life, I thought I could never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're here, My heart opened once more. and I want to give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of love I gave her, haply, even more.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know that I still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart knows no boundaries, it knows no fear of love.&lt;br /&gt;For by it, it exists and for it it would cease to falter and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pulled me out of hell, gently held my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto it. Never let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flame in me that burns like fire on a cold lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;When it starts to chill and send shivers within.&lt;br /&gt;Awaken me, and I'll surrender to the passion that I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;Until it fades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you are the only light that remains on my sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of eternal solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here now. I'll never be alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never shaken from my slumber. I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108559059679449050?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108559059679449050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108559059679449050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559059679449050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559059679449050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2004/03/now-before-you-came-ito-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108559040629809089</id><published>2003-12-23T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:53:26.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#$%@!%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$#@!%$@%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when you thought that things were goin' well, you go and screw it all up and you have no one else to blame but you...&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why you can't stand to be with you, because you're all crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm talkin' to you... the mum mirror of my silent rage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108559040629809089?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108559040629809089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108559040629809089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559040629809089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559040629809089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2003/12/just-when-you-thought-that-things-were.html' 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/&gt;A C#m&lt;br /&gt;Don't stray, don't ever go away &lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;I should be much too smart for this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it gets the better of me &lt;br /&gt;A C#m &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you and I collide &lt;br /&gt;D E&lt;br /&gt;I fall into an ocean of you, pull me out in time &lt;br /&gt;F#m C#m&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me drown, let me down &lt;br /&gt;D E&lt;br /&gt;I say it's all because of you &lt;br /&gt;A C#m&lt;br /&gt;And here I go, losing my control &lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;I'm practicing your name so I can say it to your face &lt;br /&gt;A C#m&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem right, to look you in the eye &lt;br /&gt;D &lt;br /&gt;Let all the things you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Come tumbling out my mouth &lt;br /&gt;F#m C#m&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it's time to tell you why &lt;br /&gt;D E&lt;br /&gt;I say it's infinitely true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A E F#m&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay, don't come and go &lt;br /&gt;C#m E &lt;br /&gt;Like you do &lt;br /&gt;A E F#m&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way, yeah I need to know &lt;br /&gt;C#m&lt;br /&gt;All about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;And there's no cure, and no way to be sure &lt;br /&gt;Why everything's turned inside out &lt;br /&gt;Instilling so much doubt &lt;br /&gt;It makes me so tired - I feel so uninspired &lt;br /&gt;My head is battling with my heart &lt;br /&gt;My logic has been torn apart &lt;br /&gt;And now it all turns sour &lt;br /&gt;Come sweeten every afternoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS TWICE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E D&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you &lt;br /&gt;E D&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F#m C#m D E&lt;br /&gt;Now it all turns sour, come sweeten every afternoon &lt;br /&gt;F#m C#m D E&lt;br /&gt;It's time to tell you why, I say it's infinitely true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS TWICE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you &lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you &lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108559009058785850?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108559009058785850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108559009058785850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559009058785850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108559009058785850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LE-yyXJXKAA/TeOZXqMJNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z9Ei8WeRXuE/s220/jay%2Bmao%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119068.post-108558981305702680</id><published>2003-12-18T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:43:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>signs of hope</title><content type='html'>I'm seein some light down the tunnels' end...&lt;br /&gt;some signs of life, slowly easing in, breathing into me...&lt;br /&gt;but it's not from you...&lt;br /&gt;I wish it won't fade out, though it hasn't noticed me yet...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday, somehow I'll move on...&lt;br /&gt;through you...&lt;br /&gt;help me find the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119068-108558981305702680?l=paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/feeds/108558981305702680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119068&amp;postID=108558981305702680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108558981305702680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119068/posts/default/108558981305702680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintmyskiesblue.blogspot.com/2003/12/signs-of-hope.html' title='signs of 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