tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97618622024-03-13T16:17:27.635+08:00Waiting for the MiracleIt may take a lifetime. But it's worth the wait.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-32198765798126433822007-10-15T10:25:00.001+08:002009-12-02T22:45:01.720+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:10;"><h2>thejoketh™ is on leave.</h2><h2>indefinitely.</h2>Check out these blogs for the meantime:<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:10;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><ul><o:p></o:p></ul></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://take-a-byte.blogspot.com/">[Argel] North of Nowhere, South of Somewhere</a></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://blastbm.livejournal.com/"> [Barry] Tweak, Tweak</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://chinesenamakulit.blogspot.com/"> [Cathie] Makulit na Buhay ng Isang Chinese Girl</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://crichton-fan.livejournal.com/"> [Danes] Book of Daniel</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://elmad.blogspot.com/"> [Elma] The Dead Pepper Chronicles</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://rhugghed.blogspot.com/">[Fil] Outer Heaven</a></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://toodarktoblush.blogspot.com/"> [Hanna] Too Dark to Blush</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://kornchipgirl.blogspot.com/"> [HzL] The Vicious Cycle</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://pinoyinamerica.blogspot.com/"> [III] Pinoy in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region></a></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://pau-isagani.blogspot.com/"> [Isagani] Piece of Pi</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://ivystar.blogspot.com/"> [Ivy] The Poor Princess</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://nerdygoddess.blogspot.com/"> [Janica] Memoirs of a Goddess...</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" 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/></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://thisisphilippines.blogspot.com/"> [Prem] Prem's Blog</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://yac2x.livejournal.com/"> [Racs] Monkey Fever</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://kingofchocolates.blogspot.com/">[Rex] Just Typing Out Loud</a></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://scion02b.blogspot.com/"> [Scion] The ScIoN of Our Times</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://sirchtops.wordpress.com/"> [Tops] Life Goes On...</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://adventuresunderground7.blogspot.com/"> [Yugs] Adventures Underground</a><br /></li><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><ul><o:p></o:p></ul></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> 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center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://katecath.blogspot.com/"> [Kate] Still Having the Candy Fair Fever!</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ES" style="font-size:85%;"><li><a href="http://marysteryosa.blogspot.com/"> [Marya] Maryascapades</a><br /></li><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><li><a href="http://angelslashbutterfly.blogspot.com/"> [Neve] This Could be the Start of Something New</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://inghinyero.blogspot.com/"> [Rommel] Inggiterong Inghinyero</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://sherma-in-rivendell.blogspot.com/"> [Sherma] The Door That I Opened...</a><br /></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://virgdeguzman.blogspot.com/"> [<st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Virginia</st1:place></st1:state>] Virginia-Vagi...*toot*</a></li><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><li><a href="http://kristagarcia.blogspot.com/"> [Xta] Another Day</a><br 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style="font-size:10;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-2813615826271956392007-08-28T19:50:00.000+08:002007-08-28T20:03:22.260+08:00jeric was here!<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nakadaan ako sa Paris nang dalawang araw. Masaya run. Mga Pranses tao run eh. Next time na 'ko magbanggit nang kung anu-ano tungkol sa Paris, ito na lang muna:<br /><br />May Toyota showroom sa kahabaan ng Champs-Elysées (Katabi ng Nike Paris) na may Hybrid car na nakadisplay. Ito 'yun:<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQ-Ps1nJb2RvXDvTdYNzlgfYyi5Tb-Kkr74t3m8KPl4hL_179_dD6_rb3It-Dtv1uCreetMcQCoY92RSno6ZQ0RpHdZ5ZnJT5z7LMGuRr7QLt8oBIJeCNIv5CRV5Om-dWnfUxyA/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQ-Ps1nJb2RvXDvTdYNzlgfYyi5Tb-Kkr74t3m8KPl4hL_179_dD6_rb3It-Dtv1uCreetMcQCoY92RSno6ZQ0RpHdZ5ZnJT5z7LMGuRr7QLt8oBIJeCNIv5CRV5Om-dWnfUxyA/s200/DSC01235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103718295279060370" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pero hindi yun ang masaya. May isang kotseng puti (Toyota Aygo) na pwede mong sulatan ng kung anumang gusto mo kaya ito (Draw your AYGO):<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdjpGctm7OxIddM7JGj7mKSbuWphNKjmCgBMqyFdHaPjcfKvBunAUOkqqkq8HUQppZ6Jgz-DjSztSiylmKTnbZt0u-FMruqRm2i1909Bhjsx6mD68mmLgMXZaSUxIbUY-bAweInA/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdjpGctm7OxIddM7JGj7mKSbuWphNKjmCgBMqyFdHaPjcfKvBunAUOkqqkq8HUQppZ6Jgz-DjSztSiylmKTnbZt0u-FMruqRm2i1909Bhjsx6mD68mmLgMXZaSUxIbUY-bAweInA/s200/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103717865782330722" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hehe, hindi naman kailangan makita buong pangalan ko kaaya in-edit ko nang maganda. Sinulat ko "Jeric XXXXXXX was here":<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5HKShwKC_2Cu7PYVu_6zNAcH4EypKO37tAFsWWRtRjVMBHZu_n6wv2L6eZjJJ2i0c5JxzyizbK3CTYe14oh8MRceM63wvSq8VA4M5neQnrCHwE6mvrSODhbbFObOcGWGlpxZtQ/s1600-h/DSC01239.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5HKShwKC_2Cu7PYVu_6zNAcH4EypKO37tAFsWWRtRjVMBHZu_n6wv2L6eZjJJ2i0c5JxzyizbK3CTYe14oh8MRceM63wvSq8VA4M5neQnrCHwE6mvrSODhbbFObOcGWGlpxZtQ/s200/DSC01239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103717870077298034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">'Yung nagsusulat sa baba si <a href="http://bornupsidedown.blogspot.com/">Argel</a> 'yun. Nilagay niya ata "Argel vandalized this car":<br /><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreM9u-5j2Of1tQGKTv9C988V1tdkvapjittXZkvd79OqlaauGVJdkybAPxZf1j1syRGdtQRTFfT7458b-6IJFH3uP6Fg_gBSWKFdv1MxatJTxnNi1Vu9saU1DWU5ITtLWgcYOZg/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreM9u-5j2Of1tQGKTv9C988V1tdkvapjittXZkvd79OqlaauGVJdkybAPxZf1j1syRGdtQRTFfT7458b-6IJFH3uP6Fg_gBSWKFdv1MxatJTxnNi1Vu9saU1DWU5ITtLWgcYOZg/s200/DSC01240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103718780610364834" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Next time na ulit, daming ginagawa e :)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Je vais rendre à Paris très bientôt!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">~^_^~</span></span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-41149388757267323922007-08-07T18:34:00.000+08:002007-08-07T18:47:09.239+08:00Poké FR<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Les matins, je m'ai levé toujours pour te voir. Les après-midis, j'ai prié toujours pour toi que tu sois en sécurité. Les soirs, je m'ai couché pour te rêver.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Mais aujourd'hui, je n'ai pas été capable pour voir, n'ai pas été capable pour prier, n'ai pas été capable pour rêver.<br /><br />Je me suis trompé et je suis desolé. J'ai pensé qu'on soit meilleur comme ça. je suis desolé vraiment.<br /><br />Demain, je vais compenser pour tous. Je vais compenser pour tous que je manque, pour tous que je dois.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Alors, Pikachu, je te choisis!</span><br /><br />(BGM plays...)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause...<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1igDHs6cb_EAkZKsOugOL-NqPkBvcxQ5Im-50EVmXJNwgq9Dlqy_2m_8oOQbqw8OS0o8h4itUQGdmD841Qz80JCVZbVFu8hYhmYLMJCV7e_merLjD6s1nxpSVjKy6J5uywuJgXQ/s1600-h/pikachu.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1igDHs6cb_EAkZKsOugOL-NqPkBvcxQ5Im-50EVmXJNwgq9Dlqy_2m_8oOQbqw8OS0o8h4itUQGdmD841Qz80JCVZbVFu8hYhmYLMJCV7e_merLjD6s1nxpSVjKy6J5uywuJgXQ/s320/pikachu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095907646946148818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You teach me and I'll teach you!</span><br /><br />~^_^~</span><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-23762800491421638232007-08-01T14:59:00.000+08:002007-08-01T15:43:58.569+08:00prison break, season 3<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Warning: Spoiler Alert!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Previously on Prison Break...</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows manage to get to Panama, but what looked like a new beginning with Sara Tancredi on board the <span style="font-style: italic;">Chirstina Rose</span> turned into a deeper tale of tragedy when they get arrested and locked in SONA prison with Belleck and FBI Agent Mahone.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvytePU8IW3D_JPNvs-1FCtgVnZaS5S1RwbVhkXQ1LGWJIs74J1xSxyIdOhX_Z_wKJR0kbqaYwjSXG2NdjrbRfTe2sV0RoR8wvUxWa6LChzoe8A5DCtqOTK1i-Yj4rpC0BtgmDQ/s1600-h/061127_prisonbreak_hmed_7p.hmedium.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvytePU8IW3D_JPNvs-1FCtgVnZaS5S1RwbVhkXQ1LGWJIs74J1xSxyIdOhX_Z_wKJR0kbqaYwjSXG2NdjrbRfTe2sV0RoR8wvUxWa6LChzoe8A5DCtqOTK1i-Yj4rpC0BtgmDQ/s200/061127_prisonbreak_hmed_7p.hmedium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093632718733574562" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjt3mp7EcndAPivdGVvzucqn0SVXoAWsKqGFxaIUcdkMS0qACZpHz2dUCW_brWYs7Lklp_pRJfQLIcNIGLfSrOw7ESlyw7d1z5OssbCkref_cRjMxf7RaBXJXeIKEl_fpPze2tg/s1600-h/whatissona2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjt3mp7EcndAPivdGVvzucqn0SVXoAWsKqGFxaIUcdkMS0qACZpHz2dUCW_brWYs7Lklp_pRJfQLIcNIGLfSrOw7ESlyw7d1z5OssbCkref_cRjMxf7RaBXJXeIKEl_fpPze2tg/s200/whatissona2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093632723028541874" border="0" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />On the next Prison Break...</span><br /><br />Matapos makulong at pahirapan ng husto sa SONA, pinalaya na rin ang guapito. Ilang buwan din ang pagpapasakit at pang-aalipusta sa kanya ngunit hindi ito naging balakid sa muling pagpapa-pogi ng kanyang mukha. Ngayon ay malaya nang naghahanap-buhay sa Espanya ang binata, nagmamaneho ng bus linea cuatro.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwYthiyxbQfSr-tmjL3umQhE5pwQzOUJlXMdI0QiSIEK5ETSTRmYMV5Sg3PYk5_zPvjpAMEwHt0l-coZgafNIhWz0cgCJFqf2lV2x6_HBpDz_kGMTygjAkf7kLzCs2ua5MqgMKw/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwYthiyxbQfSr-tmjL3umQhE5pwQzOUJlXMdI0QiSIEK5ETSTRmYMV5Sg3PYk5_zPvjpAMEwHt0l-coZgafNIhWz0cgCJFqf2lV2x6_HBpDz_kGMTygjAkf7kLzCs2ua5MqgMKw/s200/DSC00866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093633169705140674" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Exclusive scene from the all-new Prison Break Season 3<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hehe, nasa likod na likod ako nung bus niyan, mahirap kuhanan ng picture nang hindi nahahalata nung drayber. In fairlaloo, kahawig...<br /><br /></span>~^_^~<br /></span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-53936008895997752192007-07-30T16:07:00.000+08:002007-07-30T16:34:27.896+08:00corrida de toros<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Isa sa pinakamaaksyong gabi sa aking pananatili rito sa España ang panonood ng isang bullfight, o <span style="font-style: italic;">Corrida de Toros</span>, sa <span style="font-style: italic;">Plaza de Toros</span> ng Ciudad Real. Hindi gaanong kilala ang Ciudad Real sa mga bullfight gaya ng Toledo kung kaya naman kaunti lang ang nanonood (hindi rin naman bigatin ang mga matador sa gabing ito, mga bata kasi). Mura rin pala napasukan namin, 5€.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sa simula, tinetesting pa ng <span style="font-style: italic;">matador </span>at mga <span style="font-style: italic;">banderillo</span> (mga <span style="font-style: italic;">assistant </span>ng matador) ang toro. <span style="font-style: italic;">Energetic </span>pa ang toro sa mga sandaling ito. May isa pa ngang sa sobrang <span style="font-style: italic;">excitement </span>ay nasuwag ang lupa at napatambling. Akala ko mababalian ng leeg yung toro. Ang laki kasi tapos sisirko nang ganun. 475-515 kgs pala ang mga napanood naming mga toro.<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > </span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uKnEHbqfOplNdaVsydSJLq0cEwDQkof2ZSPQbHwnjIHqyOFNEOmosPWlPWYxzvd4piSI4vwzl5-dTsZ0EChG_AQ5dw1HEmeJsaJKCsoaGqdyUEfhyphenhyphenNbIlaJ5C6X6O8IOFFj22Q/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uKnEHbqfOplNdaVsydSJLq0cEwDQkof2ZSPQbHwnjIHqyOFNEOmosPWlPWYxzvd4piSI4vwzl5-dTsZ0EChG_AQ5dw1HEmeJsaJKCsoaGqdyUEfhyphenhyphenNbIlaJ5C6X6O8IOFFj22Q/s200/DSC00670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092901101119471954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKbKe1Wg-irHlyN9dSFbE_ffU1wBZjxY-inLhwHdH7EjFl-QWznT4Oj6h40RD9TA3x_CmZaL-Y21xk_gr2UYVMzkVsXSCKwe4WF6msFtn9wG2wKYDviRwCzqWFVZ2gQyApEX76g/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKbKe1Wg-irHlyN9dSFbE_ffU1wBZjxY-inLhwHdH7EjFl-QWznT4Oj6h40RD9TA3x_CmZaL-Y21xk_gr2UYVMzkVsXSCKwe4WF6msFtn9wG2wKYDviRwCzqWFVZ2gQyApEX76g/s200/DSC00688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092901105414439266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXVg0IyNYjqG6JWSNFeiPkUGp77asSwtmsNtsUiCczqYuSNzyF9sJj2haD_cLZ225q1GlafO7yt9IIPg8cCJCZgSyIroSm239C_lbkxATSsVzNZ8s6H66zrKdcKNCMDP7vyV0jA/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXVg0IyNYjqG6JWSNFeiPkUGp77asSwtmsNtsUiCczqYuSNzyF9sJj2haD_cLZ225q1GlafO7yt9IIPg8cCJCZgSyIroSm239C_lbkxATSsVzNZ8s6H66zrKdcKNCMDP7vyV0jA/s200/DSC00707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092901109709406578" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIc-SKIWhtJCYf6Q2Oi3VnCkjCxUTNtn8e0FN7Gzw977SQGTV01vJpSyX8LwLoX0G3dZ-JyRgowR3PU6ZelvK3EzvyVAY2SBRQUzIfQ8dtWqoIO5FQTsivoHgJNTD396Jb9Cckg/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIc-SKIWhtJCYf6Q2Oi3VnCkjCxUTNtn8e0FN7Gzw977SQGTV01vJpSyX8LwLoX0G3dZ-JyRgowR3PU6ZelvK3EzvyVAY2SBRQUzIfQ8dtWqoIO5FQTsivoHgJNTD396Jb9Cckg/s200/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092901114004373890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QH_UkQzPsq8UigCVI5WgF4Hh_pK98IifNE3TaJr0z3CwIqt9u8MaYBGouIxOALo-0SK27TquCmOBNYLxQ7Y4vpI2lj5RhgHQBeak6lCbugFh-IdtzgOxMAx7n8-e2TwjLjWX5w/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QH_UkQzPsq8UigCVI5WgF4Hh_pK98IifNE3TaJr0z3CwIqt9u8MaYBGouIxOALo-0SK27TquCmOBNYLxQ7Y4vpI2lj5RhgHQBeak6lCbugFh-IdtzgOxMAx7n8-e2TwjLjWX5w/s200/DSC00685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092901118299341202" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">May tatlong bahagi ang isang bullfight at ang bawat isa ay nagsisimula sa hudyat ng mga trumpeta. Ang unang bahagi ay ang ang tercio de varas, kung saan ang pumapasok sa ring ang dalawang <span style="font-style: italic;">picadores </span>(lancers) at ang isa sa kanila ay sisibatin ang toro sa batok. Sila yung mga nakasakay sa kabayong may piring ang mga mata. Kadalasang nasusuwag ng mga toro ang mga kabayo, kawawa naman. Sa napanood ko, bumulagta yung isang kabayo at nasuwag yung matandang picador pagkatpos ay dinaan-daanan pa nang paulit-ulit ng toro. Nakatayo pa naman siya sa huli. Comedy rin pala dahil natanggal yung talim ng sibat sa isang fight.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6msiKoFP994RxE4kzZOpaEYug199I7MA1bcjGr1URn15NBfvrA04g7E_wfOklfrGp6aCIc0Kd3O6c_bOLNJ4SCYc8CEhGEGkRAcgKzn8hhMA3irh1bvZSpT08KJ0t8ZQ1Q3znQ/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6msiKoFP994RxE4kzZOpaEYug199I7MA1bcjGr1URn15NBfvrA04g7E_wfOklfrGp6aCIc0Kd3O6c_bOLNJ4SCYc8CEhGEGkRAcgKzn8hhMA3irh1bvZSpT08KJ0t8ZQ1Q3znQ/s200/DSC00708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092900242126012674" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9m-dcILDDQTxeg1hJnDh_kq6bpDf-J00jbMDRGsRBWIliiovgZRPa9s70iSRANKmRAfR_5RgsQjHkBe-ZgQ-7k8FbiT7wqf2vNfFgFx1cmQ0TpaA0jlzKZy_HEVC3gLKMlx-RQ/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9m-dcILDDQTxeg1hJnDh_kq6bpDf-J00jbMDRGsRBWIliiovgZRPa9s70iSRANKmRAfR_5RgsQjHkBe-ZgQ-7k8FbiT7wqf2vNfFgFx1cmQ0TpaA0jlzKZy_HEVC3gLKMlx-RQ/s200/DSC00687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092900246420979986" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh4CO_1GSQE96_zL9QS8mpAiW1awh4lRuFuqsZHGJIURpkfmd4VkyP50xTJUTCe1fYqQzBZeroWih3rEWnoe6Ba1b3iC3bIG9f56si84eBfl31X3KvrQJ6oL7_suPcZEDuaVvDw/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh4CO_1GSQE96_zL9QS8mpAiW1awh4lRuFuqsZHGJIURpkfmd4VkyP50xTJUTCe1fYqQzBZeroWih3rEWnoe6Ba1b3iC3bIG9f56si84eBfl31X3KvrQJ6oL7_suPcZEDuaVvDw/s200/DSC00679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092900255010914610" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDP1w27Iqadc0Se2wuz6oyJWyziVI1pox03N2HaTE6ajzoDV61Q_ZKN-e5_ONP2yMjmTy7u8Vpyit-CfXCGOBbYPUowYTyJANaTbdb9gB3GoWiraO28EzrAXQ6nnyfHxEylvyp0g/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDP1w27Iqadc0Se2wuz6oyJWyziVI1pox03N2HaTE6ajzoDV61Q_ZKN-e5_ONP2yMjmTy7u8Vpyit-CfXCGOBbYPUowYTyJANaTbdb9gB3GoWiraO28EzrAXQ6nnyfHxEylvyp0g/s200/DSC00686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092900250715947298" border="0" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh4CO_1GSQE96_zL9QS8mpAiW1awh4lRuFuqsZHGJIURpkfmd4VkyP50xTJUTCe1fYqQzBZeroWih3rEWnoe6Ba1b3iC3bIG9f56si84eBfl31X3KvrQJ6oL7_suPcZEDuaVvDw/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"><br /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ang ikalawang bahagi ay ang <span style="font-style: italic;">tercio de banderillas</span> kung saan naman may tatlong <span style="font-style: italic;">banderillo </span>na susubok isa-isa na magtusok ng dalawang banderilla sa likod ng toro. Minsan magaling ang mga <span style="font-style: italic;">banderillo</span>, minsan naman malas, isa lang ang naitutusok. Yung ibang mas malas, nasusuwag din, gaya nung napanood ko rin sa gabing ito. Kawawa rin.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJl5ypSPdRncq7jBf2OcT3jP31XTM_IfCnZzyOWiiiPxErN81rLmDslxo-tKR1D7PlBQ3aKJ6X7TqTj40fkRONY8ugkRNqPHTMKRU_PY9PVUrPOSreZX_T9e7gLit_d77mWYB8Mw/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJl5ypSPdRncq7jBf2OcT3jP31XTM_IfCnZzyOWiiiPxErN81rLmDslxo-tKR1D7PlBQ3aKJ6X7TqTj40fkRONY8ugkRNqPHTMKRU_PY9PVUrPOSreZX_T9e7gLit_d77mWYB8Mw/s200/DSC00675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092900564248559938" border="0" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Sa huling bahagi, yung toro na yung kawawa. Ito ang tinatawag na tercio de muerte, o third of death. Dito na papatayin ang toro gamit ang espada, matapos tusukin ng sibat at sundutin ng mga banderilla sa unang dalawang bahagi. Minsan, sumusuka ng dugo ang bull, minsan babagsak na lang. Sa napanood ko, may bull na hindi namatay at pinabalik na lang sa pinanggalingan. Meron ding matador na nasuwag at binuhat palabas ng ring. Yung toro na nakasuwag sa kanya yung hindi namatay.<br /><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxxKIdBQqWw7x9xEVFfwZUXmW_dV4XQLED8lpKt_LvO-NyvYHdJe_YhV6dK4WS-g32WX9EdHrnmO_jCwa4pndYrfwvzD1pw1LN9qHPON-I7IEil5s1nRL9V0IdK25HxLhuraT6A/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxxKIdBQqWw7x9xEVFfwZUXmW_dV4XQLED8lpKt_LvO-NyvYHdJe_YhV6dK4WS-g32WX9EdHrnmO_jCwa4pndYrfwvzD1pw1LN9qHPON-I7IEil5s1nRL9V0IdK25HxLhuraT6A/s200/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092899722434969810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQg7JLSqKE-l_uCQ2f7XXqR_f5m0miS-ZAmSC4xc8mLdVhxX_DdE65Zt6KSZyQ4tuBRjrpfUWpG_8I8UcyQAvP4_4c7IHxfIyEsxbh4Ph_haabxhXxoMsvkjDfTDaf1Oa1QCfBMg/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQg7JLSqKE-l_uCQ2f7XXqR_f5m0miS-ZAmSC4xc8mLdVhxX_DdE65Zt6KSZyQ4tuBRjrpfUWpG_8I8UcyQAvP4_4c7IHxfIyEsxbh4Ph_haabxhXxoMsvkjDfTDaf1Oa1QCfBMg/s200/DSC00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092899731024904418" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1kfn-jx5YGgLH3lE1Xwq36HAwWSDrXkz8hyphenhyphenU5T837Dw6FH4n3CLx78qdyWIOuFD_ykoJHhIv3anySJDZ0a31iFE5LKtgQmQI1xnq8kYNN_KYakFWc35XOK12CIFi3NvnPa2a4g/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1kfn-jx5YGgLH3lE1Xwq36HAwWSDrXkz8hyphenhyphenU5T837Dw6FH4n3CLx78qdyWIOuFD_ykoJHhIv3anySJDZ0a31iFE5LKtgQmQI1xnq8kYNN_KYakFWc35XOK12CIFi3NvnPa2a4g/s200/DSC00704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092899735319871730" border="0" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anim na toro ang napanood ko sa buong gabi.<br />Sa huli,ang iskor ay <span style="font-style: italic;">humans </span>5, <span style="font-style: italic;">toros </span>0 (kung pagbabasihan ang dami <span style="font-style: italic;">casualties</span>).<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Toros killed</span>: 5<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Humans killed</span>: 0<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Humans injured</span>: 4<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Horses taken down: 1</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Total cost</span>: 7€ (5€ entrance, 2€ yung coke in can)<br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Qu'est-ce que je veux?</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-85257251438625397342007-07-12T18:18:00.000+08:002007-07-30T16:43:51.654+08:00madrid, part ii<div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Now, there are lots of fancy restaurants and cafés and bars (Spanish people like beer-- even McDonald's value meals have beer included in their beverage selection). They like to live the life, you see. They go out after work and hang out on bars and places to drink and eat <em>tapas</em>, <em>pulutan</em> in the Philippines. For each glass or bottle of beer you order, you get a free serving of tapas. Various types of food can be included in the tapas list, ranging from fries to sandwiches to chicken wings. Some bars would serve the tapas of their choice, and some would give you the freedom to choose whichever you like. With restaurants that serve tapas automatically, one would generally get better tasting ones after each round of beer.<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />In going around Madrid, we saw a lot of beer joints, or <em>cervecerías</em>, but we didn't try any. We instead went on this Italian restaurant and ordered pizza and beef and ice cream. I don't remember what the name was, but my meal cost me around 13€. I didn't eat much, so I guess that was a quite expensive meal for that night. Plus, we were in the city. That makes the prices a little more expensive. <em>Menú del día</em>, or menu of the day, is the better way of spending your money on food if you're going for quantity. For 8-12€, you'd have a meal consisting of three courses. If you're tight on the budget, that's a good way of saving some cash.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><div align="justify"><br /></div></span><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >We're with Sir Reden, Joenille's Span teacher. Taken from that Italian resto:</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086272928101226578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yfg3HLqdBiteAksgX2SVbs_JkJQe08YMeUl11jkO8NNgbDsBJMnTjFi8d949Nbkf4yj70QqW2hB44mRJOkrSPHNnwfq5BctdgwtVPKHPfZfLAFUIJOFntN0KsCYEMee84SvRpw/s200/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /> ~~~ </span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >There are some fastfood chains around here too. I've already seen McDonald's, Burger King, KFC, Dunkin' Donunts, and Starbucks Coffee. We've eaten in everyone of 'em, except Dunkin' Donuts.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIyO2AMYB2FAlj5mNrzkZ4D54OdF4w1c0_Y0W8Phw_j544SaBGYYQef5tuLvnmq4-0gETghN7Teic_a1zOukh9h90eCCVhWhf_2GBrhtxSHPmPX4tEsrNwzUPqMiw9wn3rxPVRA/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086273520806713442" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIyO2AMYB2FAlj5mNrzkZ4D54OdF4w1c0_Y0W8Phw_j544SaBGYYQef5tuLvnmq4-0gETghN7Teic_a1zOukh9h90eCCVhWhf_2GBrhtxSHPmPX4tEsrNwzUPqMiw9wn3rxPVRA/s200/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7P63zdECsc5T8HcEZJcFlaizTbQ-11Oko4xluIrukzp0s-ExGrE9kYHxJ-7jx8pBgpfhrTHp8IvcG2j3DiVDowWs0Zi4gnMqAzXfQVN2PrqVjVmImEWqAhzCiuMmMUs0GinTZg/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086273520806713458" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7P63zdECsc5T8HcEZJcFlaizTbQ-11Oko4xluIrukzp0s-ExGrE9kYHxJ-7jx8pBgpfhrTHp8IvcG2j3DiVDowWs0Zi4gnMqAzXfQVN2PrqVjVmImEWqAhzCiuMmMUs0GinTZg/s200/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > </span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6T1b4A_2vjx9tcCozzpc6cIsQvSIbCa178o57vcFXGhGlm8_OIh2a9TRQdcnCVR906qVC5W5freE9_xjo5HvDACnoo9QAtLxvxu5-Q_HVValvcWLurgndSufePLUnPfoCKB6QQ/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086273525101680770" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6T1b4A_2vjx9tcCozzpc6cIsQvSIbCa178o57vcFXGhGlm8_OIh2a9TRQdcnCVR906qVC5W5freE9_xjo5HvDACnoo9QAtLxvxu5-Q_HVValvcWLurgndSufePLUnPfoCKB6QQ/s200/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwSodN252HrYGizrr9jm3Bv-jl8pSzDENKKgVA8k0FqHoIjRcuDoTqpMUd1_qk_mSjiYDUnSUIhz2tUaov6Z5_Ue7HEQIBLKFVN6XW5NY8L0Q_WNOfOF5kJNMmxhOcBC2e-LZ6rw/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086273525101680786" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwSodN252HrYGizrr9jm3Bv-jl8pSzDENKKgVA8k0FqHoIjRcuDoTqpMUd1_qk_mSjiYDUnSUIhz2tUaov6Z5_Ue7HEQIBLKFVN6XW5NY8L0Q_WNOfOF5kJNMmxhOcBC2e-LZ6rw/s200/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > </span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Argel and I treated Joenille in Madrid for his post-birthday eat-out. Starbucks was his choice:</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCM7-4fWC0rzws-_nDo1bzcUkfX0xrsfALkkNW68jvf9i5ILaCY21vF6CZYQAfgpX_qJEiHnEW_qm-lGnYMgGxaVpKXOYcETQRfjTurJCwxSemOdxlRanqw0wCkQmaNABG1V1lMg/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086273967483312290" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCM7-4fWC0rzws-_nDo1bzcUkfX0xrsfALkkNW68jvf9i5ILaCY21vF6CZYQAfgpX_qJEiHnEW_qm-lGnYMgGxaVpKXOYcETQRfjTurJCwxSemOdxlRanqw0wCkQmaNABG1V1lMg/s200/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Dd8C_ccmLUMCo_6DvFtT6GjiRo3UCXX87lklkT3_PyGky-7PzyicHz26_ldEee2iVa86dQ_8lw_S6GToYf4YNa14NjhK_kHPkd18jpGfYt0C3Md_nxl8-Uw2v-faqPfajWjLeQ/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086273971778279602" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Dd8C_ccmLUMCo_6DvFtT6GjiRo3UCXX87lklkT3_PyGky-7PzyicHz26_ldEee2iVa86dQ_8lw_S6GToYf4YNa14NjhK_kHPkd18jpGfYt0C3Md_nxl8-Uw2v-faqPfajWjLeQ/s200/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="left"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><em>¡Hasta luego!</em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >~~~ </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Je crois que tu déjà me sois partie.<br /><br /></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >~^_^~<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-31693028909619581862007-07-10T18:13:00.000+08:002007-07-31T18:30:08.064+08:00madrid, part i<div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><em>¿Cómo estáis?</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >I now show you some photos of Madrid-- the city and its sights. Most of these were taken during our weekend trip. I was planning on creating a Multiply account but, too bad, the site is blocked here in the office. I've downsized the photos a bit so downloading wouldn't be too much of a hassle.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Madrid is a very busy city. It's flooded with all sorts of people. It's summer now so more people flock the streets. The condition is is very different from Ciudad Real, where it's quiet and much less populated. Plus, there are many tourists in Madrid. We've come across several Filipinos in the city. A couple even asked us where the nearest bank was. They said they were from Paris, which made me envious, of course. But no worries, I'm thinking of going to France next month! :)</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >~~~ </span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >First up are photos of random buildings. Most of them are built the same way, about five to ten floors high with intricate architecture. Very European.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigckrtICUQ4lnKjfFYIxq0jsOQyOLcGOymyBSuzZ7Mk0yX6UUA0bk4zzXoTBHQcELH4za_ti-ZfbuNyJm1dtgBeQi3OTJTzpyDqSbxJC0QXHKrO_RZ8QxoFyIoz6FGy5nhPmJXZQ/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085529261673461938" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigckrtICUQ4lnKjfFYIxq0jsOQyOLcGOymyBSuzZ7Mk0yX6UUA0bk4zzXoTBHQcELH4za_ti-ZfbuNyJm1dtgBeQi3OTJTzpyDqSbxJC0QXHKrO_RZ8QxoFyIoz6FGy5nhPmJXZQ/s200/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUguud9lDnB8S0l4PxGhMzeKTbiFhhHCTho0BB5mIED3yA8keWFpI1FynFSdfF-cRxdWKWKlU2lU2ZTFPMOcGl3DiEu5Pi0t6-c-vU4TjrhXHnfR57Wuau3hWbdO0gIgGiUtgjw/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085529265968429250" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUguud9lDnB8S0l4PxGhMzeKTbiFhhHCTho0BB5mIED3yA8keWFpI1FynFSdfF-cRxdWKWKlU2lU2ZTFPMOcGl3DiEu5Pi0t6-c-vU4TjrhXHnfR57Wuau3hWbdO0gIgGiUtgjw/s200/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHCLCLiB74cnlugH1RA68PbBIamWCf8Hhi5NQaISFAr7us4uVbe0g32c3BTMqkIt17lHdiBMi61HPst0Vhsihof-FHvxkRaJUzYMJiHPAngESSBL2U8Kq8ySL-Z5p7WG_rBLgdA/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085529270263396562" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHCLCLiB74cnlugH1RA68PbBIamWCf8Hhi5NQaISFAr7us4uVbe0g32c3BTMqkIt17lHdiBMi61HPst0Vhsihof-FHvxkRaJUzYMJiHPAngESSBL2U8Kq8ySL-Z5p7WG_rBLgdA/s200/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBtIIv9LrCpj6f0zCzxyY9T02PysbYjU99HqslhJ072AreAoxBpt15NrXBbWxLcagUeoxTOUftIQPIUoAfa36zMNGKu3Y7c9WErZfOlQL5R1ROVRzBSCahZuHcVCbmKNH77pCfow/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085529463536924898" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBtIIv9LrCpj6f0zCzxyY9T02PysbYjU99HqslhJ072AreAoxBpt15NrXBbWxLcagUeoxTOUftIQPIUoAfa36zMNGKu3Y7c9WErZfOlQL5R1ROVRzBSCahZuHcVCbmKNH77pCfow/s200/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8-YoVTtR-zmwPCha6ZwAtHoGPa8_xIHQDvheNZt-CoF-BittYNwNsuKcDP190GFm777z6U1ndRSwKjpds-qGPQbrrWyB0nSaF2j13_f7uXBnG5NjKix4WMoIouk7Xv3XEi7hCQ/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085529467831892210" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8-YoVTtR-zmwPCha6ZwAtHoGPa8_xIHQDvheNZt-CoF-BittYNwNsuKcDP190GFm777z6U1ndRSwKjpds-qGPQbrrWyB0nSaF2j13_f7uXBnG5NjKix4WMoIouk7Xv3XEi7hCQ/s200/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyltmjBlzXfhcBskmCJuEJ6JwWhvSMJe8gRYnYpSr4um5Ypq1UFQDF9N69aQXUevqnZz273W19qf1f0357CJXi9fz5Pp5yuGz0T34Xh8gwotUb2Ggui6kFhwTVhLm2kYGMnOTSw/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085529467831892226" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyltmjBlzXfhcBskmCJuEJ6JwWhvSMJe8gRYnYpSr4um5Ypq1UFQDF9N69aQXUevqnZz273W19qf1f0357CJXi9fz5Pp5yuGz0T34Xh8gwotUb2Ggui6kFhwTVhLm2kYGMnOTSw/s200/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >There are quite a number of these kinds of people on the streets of Madrid. They don't move unless you drop a coin or two in front of them. That last one is a real statue, by the way :D</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085528084852422802" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhIZi7rffz15D24YstP9mk2WJV56UhoyJ_TxE8di_09pC_tOoEON5toVulZ-n7DyaKLReelcgkc6n5wvFo60RFepQK26bv1rbpr3gachrxYPCJLdJVHBpGR3ytA4ehCwqGXiU4w/s200/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsIZGVPZbzJkSIDxaUf-YohxZwkNXJEYrGVC0wFlOSe0-CAlszj48j_SHkIM1Q1Myy5sY-f1nWkDfbNs9V3lgQ18Z4cPEmNCQn6MobCkrw_m0wUGlEd3b20gKkIiJkN00fyIx2Q/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085528084852422818" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsIZGVPZbzJkSIDxaUf-YohxZwkNXJEYrGVC0wFlOSe0-CAlszj48j_SHkIM1Q1Myy5sY-f1nWkDfbNs9V3lgQ18Z4cPEmNCQn6MobCkrw_m0wUGlEd3b20gKkIiJkN00fyIx2Q/s200/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfklBsEKMoPfrF1ZWIxhfB6UtoT2XfrK3PUsZmCz_P9TNNPy6pI5ft__4CMNpWBIcMb69yhhiWX3xc7Nvg9lH2B9IeQ2SzQCWerW_RPjHIKzmoR8KWybGkjh4uihM95AiW2cdnkA/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085530679012669746" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfklBsEKMoPfrF1ZWIxhfB6UtoT2XfrK3PUsZmCz_P9TNNPy6pI5ft__4CMNpWBIcMb69yhhiWX3xc7Nvg9lH2B9IeQ2SzQCWerW_RPjHIKzmoR8KWybGkjh4uihM95AiW2cdnkA/s200/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >This is the hotel in front of ours:</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLrT-Qa-gdS__Aj25rPseIJMo8vHdtJA5xmU8zW4YM-rp75XuP0ctCfhLFJ5ZaoDVgsjpciPNmZQ3wYdyjZqgqNyHNjUSs152XDRPacQxOPqsyJjKnx7-YOXvYvh_ekQe2DYMNyw/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085530266695809298" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLrT-Qa-gdS__Aj25rPseIJMo8vHdtJA5xmU8zW4YM-rp75XuP0ctCfhLFJ5ZaoDVgsjpciPNmZQ3wYdyjZqgqNyHNjUSs152XDRPacQxOPqsyJjKnx7-YOXvYvh_ekQe2DYMNyw/s200/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >This landmark is the origin of all distances in Spain, Km 0. Much like the one in Luneta. It's located in Puerta del Sol, a few blocks from where we stayed.</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJ_-KC05HX3oJL4FmZds1MuLf_aPr402YZZgEIdop6Ni2lyhvpAZS90S_jzsD0gX6SFuzj9E0ZAF__XDDxKeCVwOtpryseKcNbzwxx41xXbhRiNCfgRcFkrpTHxwe1S66aIoukw/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085530468559272226" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJ_-KC05HX3oJL4FmZds1MuLf_aPr402YZZgEIdop6Ni2lyhvpAZS90S_jzsD0gX6SFuzj9E0ZAF__XDDxKeCVwOtpryseKcNbzwxx41xXbhRiNCfgRcFkrpTHxwe1S66aIoukw/s200/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Every city's got a <em>Plaza Mayor</em>. Here's the one in Madrid.</span><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEjdKc1K3FWP_z4NPh9igwky-sX9bG4s9MtE4nbZTCsF8ScL_mUV-yZnHcLXgpvYrTRWCnimctrdh24Ley4OBB4bJxOLl9AEIcmKws4IOPQb57cKPhPag17cba33oie0_fAg9yQ/s1600-h/HPIM0018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085532714827168178" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEjdKc1K3FWP_z4NPh9igwky-sX9bG4s9MtE4nbZTCsF8ScL_mUV-yZnHcLXgpvYrTRWCnimctrdh24Ley4OBB4bJxOLl9AEIcmKws4IOPQb57cKPhPag17cba33oie0_fAg9yQ/s200/HPIM0018.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rK5M2LsJSJxGnyAQmKzYbd9daPtV7LlkPyzTr_TXfcVVgc88DA_EC2fFb4VdQ0rV-dUBkshSk3ZcY33pI4irNupSEmFLkiscL4D_JsfADSSD_tIYc4yveCpXZwq_812mqz24xg/s1600-h/HPIM0022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085532719122135490" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rK5M2LsJSJxGnyAQmKzYbd9daPtV7LlkPyzTr_TXfcVVgc88DA_EC2fFb4VdQ0rV-dUBkshSk3ZcY33pI4irNupSEmFLkiscL4D_JsfADSSD_tIYc4yveCpXZwq_812mqz24xg/s200/HPIM0022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Summer means sale! One of the few words I like most in Spain-- <em>Rebajas!</em> This is taken from a street lined up with shops. You can see <em>El Corte Ingles</em> and <em>Sfera</em> in this photo. </span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrej1Gwo1gmSgUdBFoK_TR3oFc_wI7i_X7UGj-jD3cMXCdAqhtxmWLNTSOTIDI-zoKYkYabsBWruFen5TYHqsGxPScUH_bjY12pJGwq6n42ggyBnzwbRetsDPxrMfH9bKaAjxxA/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085530683307637058" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrej1Gwo1gmSgUdBFoK_TR3oFc_wI7i_X7UGj-jD3cMXCdAqhtxmWLNTSOTIDI-zoKYkYabsBWruFen5TYHqsGxPScUH_bjY12pJGwq6n42ggyBnzwbRetsDPxrMfH9bKaAjxxA/s200/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">This double deck bus is for tourists. I think you have to pay 30€ for a ride around Madrid. <em>¡Muy caro!</em></span></span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqVA3LlmOlPhm8sEhzJn7cu00VTO0TlIKtUsUhfv8J0q9hAkBrF-WjJseYZY96WafAueyj_HnmSXjSsN0EhP4GJmj5aOqqTcUcy590fAHXtv_GzgR3hciQ9JXpLom6FeH6qyA0g/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085530683307637074" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqVA3LlmOlPhm8sEhzJn7cu00VTO0TlIKtUsUhfv8J0q9hAkBrF-WjJseYZY96WafAueyj_HnmSXjSsN0EhP4GJmj5aOqqTcUcy590fAHXtv_GzgR3hciQ9JXpLom6FeH6qyA0g/s200/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /></a></em></p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >I don't know the significance of this statue, but it's supposed to be important. I'm with Argel in this photo. See him standing beside the tree?</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8WCOcF0cEBZWYzmHzVthTfoE6ukEDGWZn_Xj2Biw6IKwB6MeaaEULIRLUCIDRKsGxFncv5p3w27vgFKb4ilyd96IQhceFtGbiQVd5pHBifzqUevaVKgkS0YTs-nIzGQ1ttM5vA/s1600-h/HPIM0030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085530790681819522" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8WCOcF0cEBZWYzmHzVthTfoE6ukEDGWZn_Xj2Biw6IKwB6MeaaEULIRLUCIDRKsGxFncv5p3w27vgFKb4ilyd96IQhceFtGbiQVd5pHBifzqUevaVKgkS0YTs-nIzGQ1ttM5vA/s200/HPIM0030.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >This is Yelmo Cineplex. They show movies in English with Spanish subtitles here. Here's where we watched <em>Transformers</em>.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvW-ax2JmoW9jatBK9TL1wRbm97XuUYNrtx6LEeS2vufpLe7meLZQAjMfgBgD6p0CDi8OBMIXtNqbOVr7lZJxsi9Oyuzlcil8BhiQfEhGdXDxHRq3fDEdEG8zDgx2VRmcwa2FcAA/s1600-h/HPIM0023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085532255265667490" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvW-ax2JmoW9jatBK9TL1wRbm97XuUYNrtx6LEeS2vufpLe7meLZQAjMfgBgD6p0CDi8OBMIXtNqbOVr7lZJxsi9Oyuzlcil8BhiQfEhGdXDxHRq3fDEdEG8zDgx2VRmcwa2FcAA/s200/HPIM0023.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMM3MrhiUsEuWJ-mK9erZpguVf_lNv1MdqXiFEdKcCuZ0Xg1gzv5g6FTXQmkv9aqBowi-d9N1B-6UibjvtJsRzoadoip5lVHthCW48yVhwRPGxMuqHBYM1DKkXJ1D7FtnvTChNRQ/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085532250970700178" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMM3MrhiUsEuWJ-mK9erZpguVf_lNv1MdqXiFEdKcCuZ0Xg1gzv5g6FTXQmkv9aqBowi-d9N1B-6UibjvtJsRzoadoip5lVHthCW48yVhwRPGxMuqHBYM1DKkXJ1D7FtnvTChNRQ/s200/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >There are lots more to follow but i don't have the time :)</span></div><p align="justify"><br /><em><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >¡Hasta luego!</span></em><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >~~~<br /><br /><em>Je ne le peux pas aider. Je ne sais pas si tu es là encore mais j'espère que tu sois. Tu me manques tous les jours. Est-ce que tu aies voulu ça vraiment? S'il te plait, laisses-moi savoir que tu m'entendes...</em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />~^_^~</span> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-33551709644285120242007-07-09T14:24:00.000+08:002007-07-09T17:57:16.388+08:00tour bernabéu<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hi again! I spent this weekend with the <a href="http://jalapeno.wordpress.com/">Jalapeño</a> and <a href="http://bornupsidedown.blogspot.com/">D' Catch</a> in Madrid :) We stayed in this small hostel in the middle of the city. It was a very nice spot to stay in since it's almost in the heart Madrid. Most of the shops and sights are a few meters or a hundred away.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Before I post something about Madrid the city, iinggitin ko muna sa <a href="http://virgdeguzman.blogspot.com/">Virginia</a> haha :D<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >~~~</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Sa labas ng <span style="font-style: italic;">Santiago Bernabéu</span>, the home of Real Madrid C.F. Halos malaki lang ng kaunti sa Araneta hehe.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_Wlht2132ywlR0C9cAYFTgg6BfZQqRw_NlU-oJdfK3NU-m6QDmFemIOC41jy7RT82HQNYieslkW15bkw718eSFn_iPy4QN3AKzvhUQyFKIYIbfSQBfPndFe_nuYJRgDYQvpihQ/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_Wlht2132ywlR0C9cAYFTgg6BfZQqRw_NlU-oJdfK3NU-m6QDmFemIOC41jy7RT82HQNYieslkW15bkw718eSFn_iPy4QN3AKzvhUQyFKIYIbfSQBfPndFe_nuYJRgDYQvpihQ/s320/DSC00597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085085565781980962" border="0" /></a>'Yung ticket sa tour ng stadium. 15€ pero sulit na:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrzjWNsYRSnLJYDXCmx6IgPxXmzJOBbNU4cnVIJMFfIBvO5cTdXuccu_m3uPn49S1plrarPqEoLsa13kcQwsb5g1pAKIx2KFSAgzSvGxZ-OAH2FCCVbTlpFJOMbf5RzSIFQLW3w/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrzjWNsYRSnLJYDXCmx6IgPxXmzJOBbNU4cnVIJMFfIBvO5cTdXuccu_m3uPn49S1plrarPqEoLsa13kcQwsb5g1pAKIx2KFSAgzSvGxZ-OAH2FCCVbTlpFJOMbf5RzSIFQLW3w/s320/DSC00599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085085565781980978" border="0" /></a>View from the uppermost seats (Panoramic view tawag nila):<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MoUe7exhsT4E5c1_HXM47bSOOE0FstE4YWykjuxmk-oQ6s0Gi4XnuKHcxHXOpZyMfXUDAvNzlpdejJBO6Tu3KNwD0dcph9U03I5B1L71wVv0VfMgPK4z7f5e3Gop9R8cUuSxCQ/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MoUe7exhsT4E5c1_HXM47bSOOE0FstE4YWykjuxmk-oQ6s0Gi4XnuKHcxHXOpZyMfXUDAvNzlpdejJBO6Tu3KNwD0dcph9U03I5B1L71wVv0VfMgPK4z7f5e3Gop9R8cUuSxCQ/s320/DSC00600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085085570076948290" border="0" /></a>Bandang gitna. Ok na ritong pumuwesto kung manonood ka ng game. Malapit na e. Sana pag umpisa na ang La Liga e makapanood ako:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNf_r-nsZCc04x4r-rKPywr7P0egyuNzgjcZd7VtUNk6DE3B9MgM07VwPva0yU2ogWkJLAZrmuXvylIPtESAR7n7vc8msPckrBwzr_EFWf5UmTMNrWff2lkirTZ1endThH8DhgZg/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNf_r-nsZCc04x4r-rKPywr7P0egyuNzgjcZd7VtUNk6DE3B9MgM07VwPva0yU2ogWkJLAZrmuXvylIPtESAR7n7vc8msPckrBwzr_EFWf5UmTMNrWff2lkirTZ1endThH8DhgZg/s320/DSC00634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085085570076948306" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">'Yung mga seats puti ang kulay para mabuo 'yung Real Madrid C.F.:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZbTknUNJBk9_0VZuA18syUHBCELyj8wdfk4LinnN7PXWTeSms67I6nhV13QtHqdSF2THTSxXjQsz5v4L5xOhv5n84MDQU_ovdlPvF-TgNxprGYGBzTo7LwFHQ_29E8pJUvxzIw/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZbTknUNJBk9_0VZuA18syUHBCELyj8wdfk4LinnN7PXWTeSms67I6nhV13QtHqdSF2THTSxXjQsz5v4L5xOhv5n84MDQU_ovdlPvF-TgNxprGYGBzTo7LwFHQ_29E8pJUvxzIw/s320/DSC00649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085087348193408962" border="0" /></a>Eto yung mga mga inuupuan ng mga players. Umupo ako riyan!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ObNMSI57UEsATgmjuxWx-fAk-8NjrmtK5cOODnPc9NhV6waWJpjJiznszNp5wrvRKOHWwHFzhhN9gVFzzZBTbnmp1aTyQRqrD6SzzUVZxmd60B82Luh5DuIOk6eJhTZwqXp6Jw/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ObNMSI57UEsATgmjuxWx-fAk-8NjrmtK5cOODnPc9NhV6waWJpjJiznszNp5wrvRKOHWwHFzhhN9gVFzzZBTbnmp1aTyQRqrD6SzzUVZxmd60B82Luh5DuIOk6eJhTZwqXp6Jw/s320/DSC00652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085085574371915618" border="0" /></a>Interviews after the games are held here:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBxs7UUxkHDITcU2hPXCHnj_VWS8I-ypv9cyfwbISVN3UdKrb2g8EAExvsNczdvK0dh9WJJjnPESYGD9KMWoQtqWPPeIAv2IVoMWWB-SG6sR_hX1Ye_sDAdSvplwTt6xyTR4FuA/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBxs7UUxkHDITcU2hPXCHnj_VWS8I-ypv9cyfwbISVN3UdKrb2g8EAExvsNczdvK0dh9WJJjnPESYGD9KMWoQtqWPPeIAv2IVoMWWB-SG6sR_hX1Ye_sDAdSvplwTt6xyTR4FuA/s320/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085086454840211346" border="0" /></a>Locker room. Umupo rin ako riyan!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjCfKfPVuGHBwY6ZlZZozNICLKwpi2naOp93YD8E-aLGvPAsy-cyfgNf4UnfoHeqKEnpedC6yc5t9_1e00zfMvLN3EuCk-44xUtUX9BS7u7NnS9xQ06Psp-hZg0GNywA-9ESd-A/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjCfKfPVuGHBwY6ZlZZozNICLKwpi2naOp93YD8E-aLGvPAsy-cyfgNf4UnfoHeqKEnpedC6yc5t9_1e00zfMvLN3EuCk-44xUtUX9BS7u7NnS9xQ06Psp-hZg0GNywA-9ESd-A/s320/DSC00655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085086446250276722" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Shower. Ayan, hindi na 'ko naligo riyan...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQqLwaut0FvrqZjWmgD-AhnIJ-jGKibQpjKzunnq4OtlJ5NHxF-0YLnN4KT3GeEJrc4QCd45Nz2PzAXcHXu8YkFsJJunSfy-ESTm7rX1_xtKRA6DvDlGgk3u7MN6AW1j-3GJgJA/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQqLwaut0FvrqZjWmgD-AhnIJ-jGKibQpjKzunnq4OtlJ5NHxF-0YLnN4KT3GeEJrc4QCd45Nz2PzAXcHXu8YkFsJJunSfy-ESTm7rX1_xtKRA6DvDlGgk3u7MN6AW1j-3GJgJA/s320/DSC00656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085086450545244034" border="0" /></a>Siyempre, sapatos ng idol ko haha:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcnfFeGyMsOcdAbgXXbvJiWVu4yOLMAauRhY1MRDFWm8zs7MJlccMDA1OUUcEpMTHWXISZNcedz_p44NpsD_pO3XuCBOj02Y7tml5-u7dSu7fwtAmSPosj6hSSmDOv1cjSgOK6g/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcnfFeGyMsOcdAbgXXbvJiWVu4yOLMAauRhY1MRDFWm8zs7MJlccMDA1OUUcEpMTHWXISZNcedz_p44NpsD_pO3XuCBOj02Y7tml5-u7dSu7fwtAmSPosj6hSSmDOv1cjSgOK6g/s320/DSC00630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085087348193408946" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Siyempre hindi rin ako mawawala sa eksena. Baka sabihin nito stir lang e haha. I met this French guy who was touring alone, too. Buti na lang marunung-runong akong magsalita ng Pranses kaya nakausap ko siya at nakapagpakuha ng picture sa kanya (Salamat Piérre!). Nag-offer din naman akong kuhanan siya ng picture gamit ang camera niya, at nagpasalamat din siya sa 'kin :)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hGO0rIG7XgCAWcfvX6mj2zeOVBL49hOcXq54uo98sEDa8aGz5ESdIX_-UbslhGRCPHdHrfJs7HIbEbqxpEL8eLftbjWhbrue_VXSyprFHIXg8d6q3McVfuAo7HluU9EH9qQjaA/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hGO0rIG7XgCAWcfvX6mj2zeOVBL49hOcXq54uo98sEDa8aGz5ESdIX_-UbslhGRCPHdHrfJs7HIbEbqxpEL8eLftbjWhbrue_VXSyprFHIXg8d6q3McVfuAo7HluU9EH9qQjaA/s320/DSC00648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085086454840211362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Next post 'yung mga experiences sa city :)<br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >~~~</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ne manquez pas la chance.</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-61353778631491141232007-07-05T16:01:00.001+08:002007-07-13T17:16:35.438+08:00helado para mí<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hello all! It's been quite a while since I last posted. I've been busy with so many things that I didn't find the time to write down stuff. Among these things that happened to me recently are (since around April): finished schooling, bummed around, went looking for a job and found one (thanks to the <a href="http://jalapeno.wordpress.com/">Jalapeño</a>!), took a crash course in Spanish, and flew to Doha then Madrid.<br /><br />Anyways, I'm currently situated in Ciudad Real, south of Madrid, Spain. I'll be staying here for some months because of work. Hopefully, I'd stay here until December. I'd talk about my experiences here in following entries. For now, I'm just posting pictures of the flat I share with three of my workmates, one of which is my boy, <a href="http://bornupsidedown.blogspot.com/">D' Catch</a>.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~<br /><br />Here's what you would see upon entering our flat. It's the corridor that leads to the living and bed rooms:<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLRT2znyJt2yWc82Wk2BgtzMIwWs3BTtQ8Q-pzBA76XO54caAtn7ur0i1YUStBMGtU-54F2HKJPozX-rqJsVdl4Ww8R32c3emDeozcN0M2hlVtm30Dqb2gtpG8JYAGmDJjri7Tw/s1600-h/hall.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLRT2znyJt2yWc82Wk2BgtzMIwWs3BTtQ8Q-pzBA76XO54caAtn7ur0i1YUStBMGtU-54F2HKJPozX-rqJsVdl4Ww8R32c3emDeozcN0M2hlVtm30Dqb2gtpG8JYAGmDJjri7Tw/s320/hall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083622635496453826" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >The very first door to the left when you enter the flat takes you to the kitchen, one of my favorite places in the flat :) The kitchen came with some utensils and cooking equipment, but not enough for decent cooking. We had to buy knives and a chopping board and other stuff to fill the missing equipments in. We have an oven, though.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVvvoecr3DwUFyxGlZbz6KghyphenhyphenfTi7-lE3y_JpNWpVE9fVXhVI4xuizYj-i2VshHpSQCxDqxT7di5aDw9bTM2-uUoJDRkTEj0r8cCpcQSWtqiZZmuI2D5AyxWThWSf7DtTxfwfIw/s1600-h/kitchen.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVvvoecr3DwUFyxGlZbz6KghyphenhyphenfTi7-lE3y_JpNWpVE9fVXhVI4xuizYj-i2VshHpSQCxDqxT7di5aDw9bTM2-uUoJDRkTEj0r8cCpcQSWtqiZZmuI2D5AyxWThWSf7DtTxfwfIw/s320/kitchen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083622772935407314" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Now here's part of the sala. Not much to see here. D' Cactch placed all the fragile displays inside the compartment so that we don't have to worry about stuff breaking. That black vase you see there is now inside too :)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6FNuq9e8pcDagDU7ZmWUJ-vTGYRhuqU8DYqg3mq6mqjvaZk58dHKmGzrCcARIntqkmMBfQGio25wsioIEaxXM0wLgA7dm7em066wXshrhKnDves_inyUS7fOHnWgHSmn4sQelQ/s1600-h/sala.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6FNuq9e8pcDagDU7ZmWUJ-vTGYRhuqU8DYqg3mq6mqjvaZk58dHKmGzrCcARIntqkmMBfQGio25wsioIEaxXM0wLgA7dm7em066wXshrhKnDves_inyUS7fOHnWgHSmn4sQelQ/s320/sala.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083622991978739426" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Here's the bed that I share with D' Catch. I think this shot was taken on our first night in Spain. All of our stuff just lying on the bed in shambles. Now I sleep on the couch. I can't seem to sleep on the bed. I tried to sleep on the bed again last night but I still can't sleep in peace. D' Catch tried to sleep on the couch, too, but he's not comfortable sleeping on it, either.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6FNuq9e8pcDagDU7ZmWUJ-vTGYRhuqU8DYqg3mq6mqjvaZk58dHKmGzrCcARIntqkmMBfQGio25wsioIEaxXM0wLgA7dm7em066wXshrhKnDves_inyUS7fOHnWgHSmn4sQelQ/s1600-h/sala.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXpZFzBl9dPS34u9rotoZf7RlemVNgmgJBIVgjqqqNDW2S3gTWvIbeuU_FRoNqlAN_WJ-OngfrQk8bYpXay48Ansiy32fluiA9VBtECcARo8ZH1bETYZqP0liqYIaIe4s5MVfyQ/s1600-h/bed.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXpZFzBl9dPS34u9rotoZf7RlemVNgmgJBIVgjqqqNDW2S3gTWvIbeuU_FRoNqlAN_WJ-OngfrQk8bYpXay48Ansiy32fluiA9VBtECcARo8ZH1bETYZqP0liqYIaIe4s5MVfyQ/s320/bed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083623215317038834" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Here are the views from the terrace. To the left you'd see a compound across the street. That's part of Universidad de Castilla-La Mancha. The compound houses the place where we work . Yes, we're living 5 minutes away from work.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV4vrd53BK1BLfaNeYnEpbdNFaIR-mebgt4uRSR-8MvgNG3dSFRcCs0wW7vS1Vg30cJxRx899SEtCby-TMwrmArN_0kpPPnMxuPmBGihrpZuQ_dd8-BsqJqyD-PrIfojZTBnHwfw/s1600-h/view.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV4vrd53BK1BLfaNeYnEpbdNFaIR-mebgt4uRSR-8MvgNG3dSFRcCs0wW7vS1Vg30cJxRx899SEtCby-TMwrmArN_0kpPPnMxuPmBGihrpZuQ_dd8-BsqJqyD-PrIfojZTBnHwfw/s320/view.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083623730713114370" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >To the right from our terrace is a Shell station. The convenience store on the right is Select's counterpart here in Spain. It just says "Tienda", a generic term for a store.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SwKdC5ytidXMg6cHl6RMGm6pgdpJWuiHp6F84kRwDYcAilQaYZ6ZsFzD67hHtbGa-tgvI_On4P1YXNywtFzz_vLRrdyhyphenhyphen6dEPP4VZdf-85yRJtwJHQeR_HC1ObHNJMJnel1NnQ/s1600-h/view2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SwKdC5ytidXMg6cHl6RMGm6pgdpJWuiHp6F84kRwDYcAilQaYZ6ZsFzD67hHtbGa-tgvI_On4P1YXNywtFzz_vLRrdyhyphenhyphen6dEPP4VZdf-85yRJtwJHQeR_HC1ObHNJMJnel1NnQ/s320/view2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083624224634353426" border="0" /></a><br />That's about it for now. More to follow soon!<br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mille miles</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> et plus </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> loin</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">, mais m</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">es yeux te voient cependant.</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-44569516336128800652007-05-18T20:17:00.000+08:002007-05-29T00:22:33.899+08:00the one where...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">A young girl was walking down the street when he came across a boy.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Hi," said the girl. "What are you doing?"<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Does it matter to you what I'm doing?" asked the boy, staring at the girl directly.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"No, but I'd like to know," cautiously replied the girl.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Why? I don't want anybody to know," the boy lashed back, returning to what he'd been busy with. "Now go on. Don't get in my way."<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The girl sat casually beside the boy and asked, her interest stirred, "Ooooh. What's that?"<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Bugger off," mumbled the boy without looking.<br /><br />~~~<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Can I have it when you're finished?" asked the girl.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"No. Shut up. Leave," demanded the boy.<br /><br />~~~<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Can I have it when you're finished?" asked the girl again.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"I said no." The boy, irritated.<br /><br />~~~<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Can I have it when you're finished?" asked the girl a third time.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"No!" erupted the boy. "Just quit annoying me, will you?!"<br /><br />~~~<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The girl stood up and began taking steps on her previous path. She was ready to leave entirely when the boy called out.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Hey. Uhm, you can keep this," handing his work to the girl.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Why?" the girl asked in pleasant surprise.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"I kinda broke it when you were bothering me. You might as well take it now if you really want to have it, if you still want to have it. It can't be fixed though."<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"I still want it. It's perfect. Thanks."<br /><br />The boy went home. The girl was glad.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Quelqu'un est heureuse, au moins.</span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">~^_^~</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-32434407431401817592007-05-03T12:13:00.001+08:002007-05-03T12:22:14.857+08:0047<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Where the hell was </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >M<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">a</span>r<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">k</span> Caguioa</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> when I needed him the most?!!!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Damn it! Where were you?!!!</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He has to be there. Somewhere. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Look harder</span><span style="font-style: italic;">...<br /><br /></span>~^_^~</span><br /></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-78332800439734546172007-05-03T09:23:00.000+08:002007-05-03T10:10:10.470+08:00the bosing chronicles<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear Bosing,<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ano ba problema mo?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Bakit ginawa mo akong ganito? Inilagay mo ako sa posisyong alam mong hindi ko kaya. Alam kong alam mo 'yun pero tinuloy mo pa rin. Pwede mo naman akong ilagay sa puwestong iba ang mga ka-trabaho para hindi na nagsimula ang lahat. <span style="font-style: italic;">Bakit hindi???</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Maling-mali eh.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Bakit kasi hindi mo na lang ako nilagay sa Zimbabwe 'nung umpisa pa lang para malayo na 'ko?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Bakit kasi hindi mo na lang ako nilagay kasama ng mga bulag para wala na akong nakita?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Pwede naman akong maging buhangin para walang nararamdaman. Bakit nga hindi?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Hindi ko naman hiniling ang ganitong mga katangian. Ok lang naman, pero mas ok yata kung iba ang makikinabang.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Alam mo naman kasing mag-eenjoy ako sa trabaho ko. Pero sana naman, inilagay mo na 'ko sa permanenteng posisyon. Ayaw ko nang palipat-lipat gaya ng dati. Sawa na 'ko eh.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Request lang: ibalik mo na 'ko kung saan ako nanggaling. Kasama mo riyan sa taas. <span style="font-style: italic;">Please lang, kunin mo na ko rito.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Kung ayaw mo, eh di 'wag. Baka may plano kang iba. Ipo-promote mo ba 'ko? Ililipat mo na naman ba 'ko. 'Wag na lang bosing. Sisantihin mo na lang ako, mas tatanggapin ko pa.<br /><br />Ayaw mo pa rin? <span style="font-style: italic;">Ako aakyat riyan.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The waiting dies with me.</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-73917356702176196792007-04-27T20:51:00.000+08:002007-04-28T12:23:41.760+08:00patataaaaas! part ii<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQYZp6PL8ZVqU10WweSYpL5Dyc_1ECB4OSBVYy0OeuBYSYvtIXd1I0BMLIr5bgX3c0nt3c3hBJ5sbpxaYlcEtdtldbZf96ty9zjG-FxedptA7lTs5TA5mlgrOY6R9kWTO1iHpqw/s1600-h/09-04-07_1255b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQYZp6PL8ZVqU10WweSYpL5Dyc_1ECB4OSBVYy0OeuBYSYvtIXd1I0BMLIr5bgX3c0nt3c3hBJ5sbpxaYlcEtdtldbZf96ty9zjG-FxedptA7lTs5TA5mlgrOY6R9kWTO1iHpqw/s320/09-04-07_1255b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058091080453537858" border="2" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Medyo late 'tong post na 'to, pero...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Yehehesss!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><---- Nakikita niyo ba 'yan?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Baked</span> patatas 'yan. <span style="font-style: italic;">Baked!</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hindi <span style="font-style: italic;">french fried</span> patatas, hindi <span style="font-style: italic;">mashed</span> patatas, at mas lalong hindi patatas <span style="font-style: italic;">chip</span>.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Baked! Jaz-hawaylayket!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">~~~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Matagal na panahon din akong hindi natikim ng <span style="font-style: italic;">baked</span> papatas. Kayang-kaya kong gawin 'to dahil mahilig akong magluto pero wala akong panahon <span style="font-style: italic;">last sem</span>, kahit gaano pa kadali siya gawin.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Nag-s-<span style="font-style: italic;">stroll</span> lang ako 'nun kasama ang aking <span style="font-style: italic;">seestar-dear</span> nang mapatingin ako sa kanan. Ayun. Tumitingin din siya sa 'kin. Tinanong niya, "Ako ba ang hanap mo?"</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Sabi ko nang taos-puso, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Yes, you are the one I've been searching for.</span>"</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Then take me,</span>" <span style="font-style: italic;">the patatas said, tempting me with the invitation.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Yes. Yes, maybe I will,</span>" ang akin lang nasabi habang tutok ang mga mata ko sa kanya. Walang kurap.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">~~~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">At 'yun nga ang ginawa ko. Walang akong pera 'nun. Bingiyan pa ko ng kapatid kong mas bata sa 'kin ng limang taon.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Masarap ang <span style="font-style: italic;">baked</span> patatas. Kahit na kulang sa pagka-<span style="font-style: italic;">crispy</span> ang <span style="font-style: italic;">bacon bits</span> at medyo maalat <span style="font-style: italic;">the melted cheese</span>, ayos na siya.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Masaya ako para sa akin at sa <span style="font-style: italic;">baked</span> patatas na rin. Alam kong gusto niya naman ang nangyari sa kanya kaya wala akong pagsisisi sa aking pagnamnam.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >I saw the </span><span style="font-family:arial;">patatas</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >. The </span><span style="font-family:arial;">patatas</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > saw me. It was over right then and there.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">~~~</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >La pomme de terre au four. C'est à moi et je l'aime.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ></span><span style="font-family:arial;">~^_^~</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-18726261115463718382007-04-26T01:05:00.000+08:002007-04-26T01:06:06.009+08:00muli<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Matagal na mula nang huling umagos ang mga luha buhat sa aking mga mata.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nakalimutan ko na lang din siguro kung paano ang gagawin kapag nababalot sa ganitong damdamin.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sobra kasing dami ng inatupag ko ngayong semestre kaya nawala sa sirkulasyon ng pag-iisip ko ang dapat na binibigyang-pansin nang husto. Nariyan at gumambala ang pakombo-kombo sa tabi-tabi, ang pag-aaral para sa mga pagsusulit, ang pagpupursigi sa pagtapos ng huling proyekto sa kolehiyo, at ang walang sawang tulog-lamon-tambay sa loob ng laboratoryo (tama, kasama sa inaatupag ang mga 'yan).<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nagkamali ako. Hindi ko nabigyan ng sapat na panahon ang gusto ko sa buhay.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ang buong akala ko ay manunumbalik ang lahat sa karaniwan kung iiwan ko lang nang saglit ang aking minamahal, at babalikan matapos ang panandaliang pagsasarili. Hindi pala. Babalik pala ako sa umpisa. Parang walang narating. Walang pagkakaiba. 'Di na natuto.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sabi ko sa sarili ko dati, hindi na ako muling luluha. Hindi na ako tulad ng dati. Hindi na dapat ako naaapektuhan ng ganitong bagay. Hiwalay na ang aking pag-iisip sa nararamdaman, at sa awtomatik na reaksyon ng katawang tao. Ngunit ilang beses ko mang inulit-ulit na pagsabihan ang sarili ko nito, naroon pa rin ang mga butil ng luha. Isa-isang namuo sa gilid ng aking mata. Isa-isang dumaloy sa aking pisngi. At sa bawat pag-alala ko na huli na ang lahat upang makabalik sa nakaraan at makapaghanda nang mas mabuti, mas lalong tumulin ang pag-agos. Hindi ko na rin napigilan at napapikit na lang ako; mistulang pinipiga na lamang ang mga mata upang matuyo ang mga ito at mailabas ang natitirang mga luha.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Iyon na lamang ang tangi kong nagawa. Habang sarado ang mga mata at tikom ang bibig, ako'y dumaramay sa sarili.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tahan na. Lilipas din 'yan. Sa susunod ay mas matibay ka na.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nahimasmasan na ako.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Binawasan ko ang bangis at higpit na naipon sa aking mga kamao.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Dumilat nang walang bahid ng dalos.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Nagkamali ako. Hindi ko nabigyan ng sapat na panahon noong nakaraang semestre ang nais ko sa buhay.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sa pagbigkas ko nito sa aking isip, tinipon ko ang pinagbalatan, itinapon ang mga iyon sa basurahan, at itinabi ang pinaghiwaan sa gilid ng sangkalan.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Tapos na ang sibuyas. Kamatis naman.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Je prie pour tout. Tous les jours.</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-90220048074636618692007-04-11T10:43:00.000+08:002007-04-11T15:20:19.667+08:0028th of march<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The 28th of March marked another eventful day in my not-so-glorious life. T'was the first time I took the new ferry going to Manila.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The <a href="http://www.marina.gov.ph/pasigferry/">Pasig River Ferry Service Project</a> aims to bring back the Pasig River as a major transport route across Manila, and has already begun setting up ferry stations in strategic points along the riverbanks. There are 17 proposed stations from Marikina to Escolta, but only 4 are in operation as of now: Guadalupe, Sta. Ana, Escolta.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The last of these working stations is the Hulo station, a good 200 meters from where I live. <span style="font-style: italic;">Ah, the convenience</span>.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">It was already 4pm when my dad and I decided to head to Quiapo for a pirating spree. No trouble getting to the ferry station since it was a literal 2-minute walk from ours. <span style="font-style: italic;">Great</span>. The ferry was scheduled to arrive at 4:20. Only a few minutes of waiting. The ferry reached the station just as planned. We boarded the white watercraft around 4:25 and a couple of minutes later, we were already cruising towards Escolta.<br /><br />The ferry is much of an in improvement from the previous ferries that used to stream up and down Pasig. It is wide and spacious, and establishes a feeling of strength and safety just from a visual encounter. Four people manned the boat: The captain, a coast guard, and two other crew, all of them dressed to demand respect and assume competence.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">It was near immaculate from outside in. The white interior matched the white paint job, and the brown cornisa lining up the edges of the ceiling reaffirmed what already was a fine piece of construction. Clear glass panes line up the ferry walls to let passengers enjoy the view. 147 sturdy blue seats fill the floor, but only a few were occupied. They were not built for comfort, but they're fine. Two white tables were also present at the rear side of the ferry, allowing people to eat as normal as they would please. In front, a Hitachi TV played a karaoke CD to keep the travelers entertained. The songs were classics: <span style="font-style: italic;">Blue Bayou</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Rhinestone Cowboy</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Jambalaya</span> among them.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The people were quite fun to watch, too. While I was taking mental notes of the ferry's layout, a couple right in front of us was cuddling, at times caressing. Little children running along the aisles were also fun to look at. A guy, whom I failed to id visually, was singing along to Sad Movies:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Sad movies always makes me cry.</span>"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nice. So many people make me smile.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />We arrived in Escolta at 5:06. Travel time was fair enough since there were no hassles brought about by traffic and pollution. This station is placed on a quite convenient spot. From there, Quiapo was only a few blocks away. Not very challenging for people who like to travel on foot. Yet another direction leads to Divisoria, another fun place to lose yourself in.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The trip back was not such as exciting. A ferry was scheduled to depart at 6:20pm but it was already 7:12 when the ride back commenced. This delay was predictable though. There are only 2 ferries in operation today, far from the targeted 16 by the end of the project. Because of this, there are 1 hour gaps in between trips. The envisioned waiting time in between ferry arrivals is 5-10 minutes (upon the project's completion).<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The clock on my mobile phone read 7:58 when we disembarked the ferry. The ride home took that long because, apparently, the ferry came across a larger vessel in the middle of the trip. The ferry had to stop for a while to let the other pass. I didn't really feel that disturbance, nor did I care to. I was too <span style="font-style: italic;">busy</span> sleeping.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">So there went by the 28th of March. My first time to ride the Pasig River Ferry. I hope more commuters would patronize the service in the future, as the project offers nothing but commuting convenience.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">There's another moment worthy of remembrance that took place while I was waiting for the ride back, inside the Escolta station. I leave this to another post.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Je ne dois pas attendre mais c'est tous que je peux faire.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~^_^~<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-82682060238813630592007-04-08T17:49:00.000+08:002007-04-08T20:44:46.671+08:00er<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Before I begin writing more serious posts and the like, I'm going to post something which serves as a bridge from my old writing style to a newer, clever-<span style="font-style: italic;">er</span> technique. Not that the two would really differ from each other. I just wanted say something like that to make me feel like I'm a different being now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't know how different I'd be after this post. Maybe I'd be boring-<span style="font-style: italic;">er</span>. Maybe I'd be interesting-<span style="font-style: italic;">er</span>. It will depend on how my life plays out the coming years (yes, assuming I don't die tonight or anytime < year).<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And now I have to take a bath. I'll post another one later.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >J'attends pour le miracle. Quand est-ce que ca vient?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">~^_^~</span><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-75460644128463466412007-03-25T15:18:00.000+08:002007-03-26T15:51:27.946+08:00inversé!<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >N'essayez pas traduire celle-ci. Ça ne va pas te faire bon. Traducteurs d'Internet sont naze.<br /><br />Il n'y a pas de message secret. Pas de sens caché. Pas de confessions.<br /><br />Juste merde ordinaire.<br /><br />Je ne parlerais pas de films. Personne n'écouterait.<br /><br />Je ne parlerais pas d'équipements de bureau. Personne n'inquiéterait.<br /><br />Je ne parlerais pas de vendredis. Personne ne soucierait.<br /><br />Je ne parlerais pas de café.<br /><br />Je ne parlerais pas de livres pour enfants.<br /><br />Ou du poulet fou. Ou du premier dix elements. Ou de cacahuètes </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >heureux</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >. Ou onze heures onze. (Ou même des amis.)<br /><br />Et je ne parlerais pas de cirque internal que j'ai naguère parlé.<br /><br />Je ne parlerais pas de ceux parce que je me souviens des choses.<br /><br />Ceux que me disent... je sais très peu.<br /><br />Et ça me fait vouloir savoir plus.<br /><br />Si tu le lis encore, j'admire ta patience. Malgré mes erreurs grammatical. Il y a des quelques, je sais (comme celle-ci ou ça, peut-être).<br /><br />Tu vois? C'est inutile.<br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Reverse mode! Haha. Salamat kay Faye for proof-reading.</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-38911162805391694612007-03-19T19:53:00.000+08:002007-03-20T00:38:14.302+08:00patataaaaas!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Naramdaman ko 'yung lamig ng <span style="font-style: italic;">aircon</span> sa mga binti ko kahit nakabalot na ko sa sleeping bag ko. Mga 7:30 ng gabi 'nun nang biglang maalimpungatan ako at nabanggit sa sarili:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Syet.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Gusto kong kumain ng patatas.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">'Yung <span style="font-style: italic;">baked potato</span>.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Kaso nasa UP ako 'nun. Sa <span style="font-style: italic;">lab</span> pa. Saan naman lupalop ng mundo ako makakahanap ng patatas ngayon? Tae.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Lumabas ako ng kwartong kinahihigaan ko at binuksan ang <span style="font-style: italic;">monitor</span> ng <span style="font-style: italic;">PC</span>. Binago ko ang <span style="font-style: italic;">status message</span> ko:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"gusto kong kumain ng patatas!!! tara! sabihan niyo ko kain tayo!!! maghanap tayong patatas ngayon!</span>"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pero wala. Walang nagmamahal sa 'kin na gusto akong damayang kumain ng patatas. Kahit maghanap man lang! <span style="font-style: italic;">What kind of friends are you?!</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tinanong ni <a href="http://bornupsidedown.blogspot.com/">D'Catch</a> kung gusto kong <span style="font-style: italic;">french fries</span>. Sabi ko, ayaw. Tinanong ni <a href="http://thisisphilippines.blogspot.com/">Pistolero</a> kung gusto kong <span style="font-style: italic;">potato chips</span>. Sabi ko, ayaw. Tinanong ni Antonio Bandanas kung gusto kong mag KFC 'tas <span style="font-style: italic;">mashed potato</span>. Sabi ko, ayaw.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Gusto kong ngang patatas, pero gusto ko 'yung <span style="font-style: italic;">baked potato</span>! Ano ba?!<br /><br />Naglilihi na talaga 'ko.<br /></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">~~~</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Je veux mon pomme de terre!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">~^_^~</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-20281099321557644612007-03-16T21:49:00.000+08:002007-03-17T16:44:45.585+08:00lakas-tama<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Unlike the good friend-- who knows great advice and when to make use of 'em- I've always (or at least I think I have) been, I've now been scrambling to keep up with all the ruckus going on in my own life.<br /><br />Unlike the guy who keeps his mouth shut-- like I also think I've been for so long- when pressured into spilling secrets, I've been blabbing about sensitive stuff right and left, front and back.<br /><br />Unlike the quiet and collected boy in front of crowds I've been since days of old, I've turned into an over-zealous metro-bi capable of duping people unaware. People who don't know me, more specifically.<br /><br />Unlike the bad-ass image of a kid I've wanted to build up since entering the university, I've mutated from a so-so football aficionado into social dance instructor wannabe on the verge of strutting my stuff for real. For real.<br /><br />Unlike the typical conservative catholic I've been trained to be from seven 'til sixteen, I've become an objective and open-minded social analyst deconstructing every emotional decision a human makes into its simplest components detached from the illusions of fake reality.<br /><br />Unlike the ultimate clean living and decent individual I've aspired to be during my childhood years, I've now developed a knack for some mischief here and more devilry there.<br /><br />But unlike the relaxed and easygoing backdoor-underground workhorse I've been trying to transform into for some time now, I'm still the half-crazed fool I've always been when it comes to an internal circus of bees and butterflies and jelly-legs galore.<br /><br />Some things never do change.<br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Quelques choses ne changent jamais.</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-38006201985831337902007-03-12T18:10:00.000+08:002007-03-17T16:40:28.027+08:00maikling-maikling kwento<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tatlong gabi nang nag-uubos ng lakas ang isang binata sa paghampas ng dalang maso sa nakatayong hilera ng magkakapatong na naglalakihang mga bato. Tila kaaahon lamang niya mula sa isang sapa sa pagkabasa ng yayat na katawan. Halos triple na ang bigat ng kanyang damit dulot ng pawis na naipon nito. Kalyado na ang mga kamay ng lalaki at naghalong dugo at pawis na rin ang nasisipsip ng kahoy na hawakan ng maso. Pagod na ang kanyang mga braso ngunit tuloy lang sa paghampas.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">*<span style="font-style: italic;">Braggh! Braggh!</span>*<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sa kadiliman ng gabi ay tanging ang paghalik lamang ng bakal sa bato ang maririnig na ingay sa kagubatan. Walang senyales ng ibang buhay na napapadpad sa kasukalang kinatatayuan ng lalaki maliban sa mga matatandang baleteng lumiligid sa kanya. Mistulang inuudyok siya ng mga itong sumuko at umuwi na lamang.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Tumanaw muli ang lalaki paitaas. Hindi maaaring maakyat ang harang sa tayog nito. Sa sinag ng buwan ay maaaninag ang mamasa-masang pisngi ng higanteng pader. Nagmistulang pundasyon lamang ang kinakaharap ng binata. 'Di masipat ang tuktok o kung ano ang hiwagang naghihintay sa kabilang ibayo. Bumalik sa trabaho ang lalaki, iniisip ang tunay pakay sa pagbuwag ng mga bato.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ilang sandali pa ang lumipas nang biglang<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">*<span style="font-style: italic;">Krak!</span>*<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ang pagkabali ng sanga mula sa sahig ng gubat ay umalulong sa lalim ng katahimikan. Biglang tumalikod ang binata at inihanda ang maso sa kung ano ang masasagupa. Maya-maya lang ay lumitaw na ang inaabangan: isang lalaking may katangkaran ngunit balingkinitan ang katawan. Matanda lamang ng kaunti sa kanya at may dala-dalang pala itong pala.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Sino ka at ano ang ginagawa mo rito?!" takot na tanong ng de masong binata.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ako si Oblak, isang manlalakbay mula sa kaharian ng Gapang. May kailangan akong makuha sa kabila ng pader," tugon ng lalaki, "At ikaw?"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sagot ng binata, "Hindi mo na kailangang malaman. Basta may nais din akong makuha mula sa kabila. Ano ang kailangan mo mula roon?"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ang buto ng Tsokolateng Nababalot ng Misteryo. Isang araw lang kailangan upang tumubo. Nagbubunga ng tsokolateng makakain na nang diretso. Kahit ilan ang pitasin, hindi nauubos. Kahit ilan ang kainin, hindi sasakit ang sikmura, hindi pagsasawaan," hayag ni Oblak.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ano naman ang iyong pakay?" tuloy ni Oblak.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nagsalaysay ng binata, "Magluluto ang aking ina ng Mahiwagang Kare-Kare. Lahat ng putahe ay akin nang nahanap maliban sa isa. May nakapagsabi sa akin na sa kabilang dako nitong pader matatagpuan iyon.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Sa ngayon ay mayroon nang karne, sitaw, talong, at siyempre ang Aling Marquita <span style="font-style: italic;">Special Peanut Butter</span>. Ang natatanging putahe na kulang pa ay ..."<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Nasa kabilang dako ng pader," panghimasok ni Oblak, "Hindi mo maaaring matibag ang pader na ito sa pamamgitan ng masong hawak mo. Buhay ang pader sa ibabaw ng lupa. Nararamdaman nito ang nasa isip at puso mo. Kung gaano katindi ang kagustuhan mong makapasok sa loob ay siya ring antas ng tibay ng kanyang mga bato. Kailangan mong humanap ng ibang paraan. Gaya nito."<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Inangat ni Oblak ang pala gamit ang isang kamay. Bago at makintab pa ang bakal na talim nito. Hindi pa nababahiran ng lupa. Nasilaw nang bahagya ang binata sa liwanag ng buwang isinalamin ng pala.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ngunit ito lang ang tanging kagamitang matatagpuan sa bayan namin!" Halos sumigaw na ang binata sa pagsabi nito, "Maipapahiram mo ba sa akin iyan?"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Hindi," sagot ni Oblak nang walang pagbabago sa anyo ng mukha, "Marami nang kaguluhang nagaganap sa kaharian namin. Tanging ang Tsokolate ang sagot sa mga problema. Kailangang maiuwi ko ito sa amin sa lalong madaling panahon. Sisimulan ko na ang aking paghuhukay. Ngayon."<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">At naghukay na nga si Oblak, ilang metro lang ang layo sa kinatatayuan ng binata.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Oblak, pahiram naman saglit ng pala mo!" sigaw ng binata.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Hukay pa rin nang hukay si Oblak. Walang imik. Matulin siyang kumilos. Ilang minuto lamang ay nahigitan na niya ang ginawa ng binata nang tatlong gabi.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Inggit ang dumaloy sa dugo ng binata. Nagmamatyag na lamang sa ginagawa ni Oblak. Iniisip kung susunod na lamang sa loob ng butas sa lupa. Ngunit mapagmalaki ang binata. Kumapit nang mahigpit sa maso at hinataw ang dambuhlang pader nang buong lakas.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Guguho ka rin!" sambit ng binata na may halong pangungutya sa pader.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sa paghampas ay natinag nang kapiranggot ang higanteng dingding. Tuloy lang sa paghampas ang binata. Sa bawat pagtatagpo ng maso at pader ay dumarami ang natitibag na bato. Sa bawat palo ay unti-unting nabubuhayan ng loob ang binata. Nararamdaman na niyang manipis na lang ang pader sa harap niya. At ilang hataw pa ng maso ay nabutas na rin ang pader.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Tila naghihintay si Oblak sa pagdating ng binata.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Paano ko nagawang matibag ang pader ngayon? Tatlong gabi akong nagpapakahirap at walang nangyari," takang-takang tanong ng binatang lalaki.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nagpaliwanag si Oblak, "Dahil hindi mo ginustong makarating sa kabilang dako ng pader kanikanina lang. Iniisip mo lang na mawasak ang pader at ang pader lang. Nilimot mo ang lahat maliban sa pagtibag ng pader. Hindi naramdaman ng pader ang hangarin mong marating ang kabilang banda. Walang naisaling damdamin ang pader bilang kanyang tibay. Matagumpay ka. Makukuha mo na rin ang hinahanap mong..."<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Sandali lang! Bakit nga hindi na lang ganun ang ginawa mo kung pwede naman pala?!" tanong ng binata.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Mas madali 'to eh. Ang kapal-kapal ng pader na yan, magpapakapagod ako? Hindi ako tanga! Saka magaling akong humukay eh," sabi ni Oblak, may hangin sa pananalita.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Hindi na nakapagsalita ang binata. Titig pa rin ito kay Oblak, habang si Oblak ay nakangiti lamang na parang asong ulul na kumakalat sa baryo.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"May araw ka rin, Oblak."<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Le mur est fort. Mon marteau, plus fort.</span><br /><br />~^_^~</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-51020676490182070342007-02-28T20:55:00.000+08:002007-07-13T17:22:39.715+08:00araw-araw<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Tuwang-tuwa ako kada hapong sinasamahan ko siyang maglakad pagtapos ng mga klase. Sinasadya kong bagalan ang aking lakad para tumagal ang sandaling oras na kami ay nagkakasama. Dumidikit din ako sa kanya habang naglalakad kahit malawak ang kalye. Ginagawa ko 'yun upang magkabangga ang aming mga bisig at magkabuhul-buhol ang aming mga daliri sa bawat ugoy ng braso. Para sa akin, ang haplos ng kanyang kutis sa aking balat ay nasasalin sa paglambot ng aking mga tuhod o kaya ay pangingilo ng mga ngipin. Nakakikiliti minsan.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Araw-araw ay hinihintay ko ang mga pagkakataong 'yun. 'Pag lalabas na siya sa huling klase niya ay naghihintay na ako sa labasan. Nakangiti at hindi alam kung saan titingin habang naglalakad na siya palapit sa akin. Kukumustahin ko siya pagdating niya sa harap ko. Tatabihan nang bahagya para magkapag-usap kami sa mahinang boses. Mas mukhang nagkakapalagayan kami ng loob kung ganun.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ilang minuto lang kami magkasama sa bawat beses na mangyayari ang ganito. Tama nga ang sabi nila. Mas mabilis pa sa lintik ang paglipas ng oras kapag kasama mo ang gusto mo. Pag wala naman siya sa tabi mo ay parang dantaon ka nang nagmumukmok at hindi pa rin tapos ang penitensya mo sa buhay.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Isa lang ang ruta namin sa tuwing maglalakad pauwi. Sa ilalim ng hilera ng mga higanteng <span style="font-style: italic;">acacia</span>ng lumiligid sa kalye ng paaralan. Sa dulo ay naroon ang terminal at paradahan ng mga sasakyan. Pagdating doon ay isasauli ko ang kanyang mga gamit at magpapaalam. Susundan siya ng tingin habang siya ay tutuloy sa paglalakad at lalapit sa naghihintay na asul na kotse. Bubukas ang pinto 'nun at sasakay siya.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Natatanaw ko pa rin siya sa kinatatayuan ko. Nakaupo siya sa harap ng sasakyan. Bago lumarga ay lalapit ang nakaupo sa likod ng manibela at hahalik sa kanyang mga labi. Sa labi ko naman ay matitikman ko ang alat ng luhang pumapatak mula sa aking mata.<br /><br />Araw-araw.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />~~~</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I'll be going on <span style="font-style: italic;">hiatus</span>! Hehe. Just had to use that word. I'm thinking of straightening out my life for the mean time. I'll return when everything is in order.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br />~~~</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />J'attends pour le miracle. Encore.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />~^_^~</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-69689888679445868532007-02-21T23:01:00.000+08:002007-02-22T00:50:48.789+08:00virgin!<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I got to see <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Rome & Juliet</span> today. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mylene Dizon</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Andrea del Rosario</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">haaaaay, Andrea... :x</span>) star in this lesbian art flick co-written (with <span style="font-weight: bold;">Chris Violago</span>) and directed by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Connie S.A. Macatuno</span>. It's a decent film and I highly recommend it, especially to <span style="font-style: italic;">still-close-minded-about-same-sex-relationships</span> people. But enough about that. This is not a review or whatever. If you're interested in watching the film, you can still see it in Robinson's Metro East. Only six screening days left.<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Juliet (<span style="font-style: italic;">Andrea... haaaaay :x</span>) cries a lot towards the end of the story (I watched with someone, btw).<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Mga babaeng umiiyak talaga o</span>," I muttered quietly.<br /><br />"Hmm?"<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Eh hindi ko kasi alam gagawin ko 'pag may umiiyak na babae e</span>," I said in reply.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Di mo alam gagawin? </span>Sometimes you just gotta be quiet."<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">O tamo, humahagulgol pa!</span>" referring to a scene where Juliet cries harder.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...</span><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">During the ride home.</span><br /><br />"I can cry at will. <span style="font-style: italic;">Testingin kaya kita?</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Ha?!</span>" I blurted out, with a look of fright written down on my face.<br /><br />"O, <span style="font-style: italic;">nagpapanic ka na ba</span>?"<br /><br />...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />I'm confused. What should one do when someone's crying?<br /><br />Sometimes, I'm not as cool as I think I am.<br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Laisses-moi te tenir... </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >éternellement.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />~^_^~<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-88307465447131034532007-02-17T02:00:00.000+08:002007-02-17T04:01:12.554+08:00hindi na uso ang balentayms<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Wala akong <span style="font-style: italic;">Valentine's post</span>. Pangit 'yun! Wala rin akong <span style="font-style: italic;">post Valentine's post</span>. Pangit din 'yun! Gagawa na lang ako ngayon ng <span style="font-style: italic;">pre-Valentine's post</span>. 'Yun bang para sa 2008 na, para <span style="font-style: italic;">cool dude</span> na naman ako.<br /><br />Ano ba nilalagay ko sa pre-balentayms <span style="font-style: italic;">post</span> ko? Hmm.<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Balak kong mag-<span style="font-style: italic;">date</span> sa susunod na pebrerokatorse. Masaya kasi 'pag nagde-<span style="font-style: italic;">date</span> sa eksakto-puntong <span style="font-style: italic;">Valentine's</span>, kahit na maraming tao. Dinudumog kasi ng mga magsyo-syoting ang kung alin mang kasuluk-sulukan ng daigdig. Pero kahit na ganun, masaya pa rin naman. Basta ayos ang kasama ko.<br /><br />Hindi naman ako mapili sa <span style="font-style: italic;">date</span> eh. Basta tao, pwede na. <span style="font-style: italic;">Kahit hindi nga tao eh</span>, ayos lang din. Hindi talaga ako mapili. Ang gusto ko lang, 'yung papayag na makipag-date sa 'kin. Ay, meron pa pala. Gusto ko rin pala 'yung mahilig sa <span style="font-style: italic;">sports</span>, marunong magsayaw, marunong tumugtog ng gitara, mas matangkad sa 'kin, makulit kausap, at medyo galante. Kung macho-papa at may kulay ang hairlaloo, bonus na 'yun. Hindi talaga ako mapili.<br /><br />Kung magde-<span style="font-style: italic;">date</span> man ako, sa tabi-tabi lang. Walang datung eh. Kahit pa-<span style="font-style: italic;">stroll</span>-<span style="font-style: italic;">stroll</span> lang sa kasukalan ng Manila Zoo, oks na oks na. Pwede nga rin sa Wildlife sa kanto ng Q.Av eh. P8 lang ang entrance ng matatanda, P5 lang sa mga bata. O diba, san ka pa?! Paborito ko kasi 'yung mga matsing eh, lalo na 'pag nakikita ko silang kumakain. Naiinggit ako eh. <span style="font-style: italic;">How cuuuute!</span><br /><br />Pwede rin namang manood ng sine. Kaso ayaw ko ng nakakatakot. Lumalabas kasi pagka-girlash ng lola mo. <span style="font-style: italic;">TO</span> na <span style="font-style: italic;">TO</span> sa ka-<span style="font-style: italic;">date</span>. Ok na 'yung manood kami ng sine. Habang nakatingin siya sa tabing, nakapokus naman ang <span style="font-style: italic;">eyeballs</span> ko sa kanya. 'Pag napatingin siya sa 'kin, ibabalik ko ng mabilis 'yung mga mata ko sa <span style="font-style: italic;">screen</span>, para hindi halatang iba pinapanood ko. O kaya naman, 'pag tatawa siya, tatawa rin ako. Pasok diba?<br /><br />Pagkatapos manood ng sine, pwedeng kumain 'pag <span style="font-style: italic;">hungerness</span> na. Sa gilid ng mga LRT <span style="font-style: italic;">station</span>, maraming lafangan dun. Ayus na. O kaya kahit nga mag-<span style="font-style: italic;">footlong</span> lang ayus na. Mahilig ako sa mahahaba eh. Swak! <span style="font-style: italic;">Or if I really want to</span>, yayayain kong bumalik 'yung ka-<span style="font-style: italic;">date</span> ko sa <span style="font-style: italic;">zoo</span>, sasamahan ko 'yung mga unggoy dun na kumakain ng... turon.<br /><br />Tama na siguro 'yung <span style="font-style: italic;">date</span> na ganun, no? Kadilak na lang pauwi, para may HHWW <span style="font-style: italic;">moment</span> naman kami. O diba? <span style="font-style: italic;">Date</span> pa lang napisil-pisil ko na 'yung mga kalyo niya sa palad. 'Pag nasa tapat na kami ng mansyon nila, sasabihin kong nakangiti, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Happy birthday, baby. Alabyu! Sana, 'di na tayo mag-away. Sana blah blah blah...</span>"<br /><br />Tatahimik ang kamunduhan, magdidilim ang paligid puwera ang ilaw sa ibabaw ng kinatatayuan, magiging seryoso ang postura, hahawakan ang mga kamay nang muli, titingnan ang bawat kislap sa mata, at bibigkasin ang mga salitang nabitag sa puso sa napakahabang panahon,<br /><br />"Pwedeng pagamit ng kubeta? Kanina pa ko naje-jebs eh..."<br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Encore, s'il te plait. Encore, si'l te plait.</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-23362142126060217022007-02-12T21:21:00.000+08:002007-02-13T03:15:32.870+08:00quiapo<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mag-tatatlumpu't limang minuto na ang lumipas mula nang pumasok ako dito sa restawran. Pagod na kasi ako kaya naisipan kong pumasok sa liblib na kainang ito sa kalagitnaan ng Quiapo. Iilang tao lang ang naririto; wawalo lang siguro, puwera ang tatlong weyter at 'yung kahera. Luma na ang mga kahoy na mesa at manilaw-nilaw na rin ang ilaw na pinapakawalan ng mga bumbilyang nakasabit sa mababang kisame.<br /><br />Nasa sulok ako ngayon, nakaupo. Nagpapahawi ng sakit ng mga binti habang nilalaro ang natitirang pansit kanton sa aking pinggan gamit ang tinidor sa kaliwa kong kamay. Kanina pa ako tapos kumain. Kaya ko nang maglakad ulit kanina pa, ngunit pinipigilan ako ng isang matinding damdamin.<br /><br />Mula sa oras na kinuha niya ang aking order ay mistulang nahumaling na ako kanya. Matangkad, moreno, maganda ang hubog ng mga braso at balikat, malinis ang hitsura, at maamo ang awra. Habang kumakain ako kanina ay nakapirmi ang aking mga mata sa kanya. Siya naman ay nakangiting nakikipagbidahan sa mga kapwa-weyter. Napangiti rin ako sa <span style="font-style: italic;">dimple</span> na lumalabas sa kanyang kanang pisngi. May isang segundo rin kami ng nagpang-abot na mga tingin. Napayuko ako nang bahagya. At napangiti na naman.<br /><br />Ngayon ay malapit na ang aking eskapo. Tinaas ko ang aking kamay at gumuhit ang mga daliri ko ng parisukat sa ere, hudyat kay <span style="font-style: italic;">dreamboy</span> na kukunin ko na ang tseke para sa aking kinain. Iniabot 'yun sa kanya ng kahera. Maya-maya lamang ay papalapit na sa mesa ko ang binata, matipuno ang paglakad, plantsadong-plantsado pa rin ang puting polong suot nito.<br /><br />Nasa harap ko na siya. Ngumiti. Lumitaw ang kanyang mapuputing ngipin sa gitna ng kahinaan ng ilaw at nilapag ang aking bayarin sa mesa.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Bill</span> niyo po, sir," wika ni Matt.<br /><br />Matt pala ang pangalan ng anghel na ito. Kumikislap pa ang kayang <span style="font-style: italic;">nameplate </span>dala ng mga ilaw nang maaninag ko ang pangalan niya. Hinugot ko ang pitaka ko sa kanang bulsa ng aking pantalong kupas at kumuha ng sobrang pambayad.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br />"Heto o,<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>" sambit ko.<br /><br />Kinuha niya iyon at dinala sa kahera. Ako nama'y sinundan siya ng tingin, mula sa pagtalikod hanggang sa pagdating sa paroroonan. Mula sa kanyang makintab na pamasok na sapatos hanggang sa buhok na kumikintab sa pinahid na <span style="font-style: italic;">hair gel</span>. Sa pagmamatyag ko ay pawag tinitikman ko ang bawat pulgada ng kanyang katawan. Hayan at pabalik na si Matt.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Sir, your change</span>," sabi ni Matt habang binibigay ang aking sukli.<br /><br />Inabot ko ang perang papel buhat sa kanyang palad sa paraang mahahaplos ko ang kanyang mga mahabang daliri. Sa saglit na ito ay inilapat ko ang aking mga mata sa direksyon ng kaniya, at binasa ko ang aking mga labi gamit ang aking dila. Binigyan ko rin si Matt ng aking matamis na ngiti pagkatapos.<br /><br />"Salamat, Matt," malumanay kong sinabi. Masarap banggitin ang pangalan niya.<br /><br />At unti-unting dumulas ang kanyang mga daliri sa akin. Nakangiti rin ang kanyang mga mata sa paglayo mula sa aking puwesto. Ilang hakbang pagkatapos ay lumingon pabalik sa aking kinalalgayan upang masulyapan ko lamang muli ang kanyang <span style="font-style: italic;">dimple</span>. Nasa langit na yata ako.<br /><br />Tumayo na ako at tumungo sa labasan. Hindi na muna ako lumingon pabalik upang matanaw siyang muli. Magkikita kami ulit, alam ko. Madalas akong maglakad sa Quiapo. Madali rin akong mapagod. Kapag nasa kalibliban na naman ako nito ay sasakit na naman ang akig mga binti, magugutom, at papasok sa pamilyar na restawran. Sa kainan kung saan naroon si Matt, upang hainan akong muli ng kanyang pansit kanton.<br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">How gay.</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9761862.post-55946732556283678722007-02-06T22:16:00.000+08:002007-07-13T17:25:09.914+08:00barya lang po sa umaga<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Naiinggit ako sa mga taong masaya. Masamang mainggit pero hindi ko maiwasan. Sabi ng marami, dapat makuntento ka na sa kung anong mayroon ka ngayon. Ang sabi ko naman, walang nangingialam.<br /><br />Ang pagkainggit ay pagkainggit lamang. Gaya ng ibang damdamin, isa lang siyang abstrak na konsepto na namumuo sa isipan, naninirahan sa puso, sinasalamin ng mata, at ipinaliliwanag ng dila. Wala itong pinagkaiba sa pagkagalit, pagiging malungkot, pagkatakot, at-- sa kinaiinggitan ko nga-- kasiyahan.<br /><br />Hindi ako masaya ngayon. Maraming problema, kapos sa oras. Maraming ambisyon, wala naman yatang tutunguhan ni isa. Panay kalokohan, wala namang binatbat. Walang sawa sa pagngiti ang mga labi, lumuluha naman ang kaluluwa.<br /><br />Hindi ko alam ang pormula sa pagkakamit ng kasiyahan. Wala naman nasusulat. Sabi-sabi lang. 'Pag kuntento ka raw, masaya ka. Malayo ako sa pagiging kuntento. Hindi na ba ako sasaya? Mauuwi na naman ako sa inggit niyan. May kilala kasi ako, masaya kahit hindi niya makukuha ang pinapangarap niya ngayon. Sabi pa nga niya, tinatanggap na lang niya ang ilang mga sandaling nagbibigay sa kanya ng kapiranggot na kasiyahan. Sa pagtitipon ng mga 'yon ay sumasaya na rin siya.<br /><br />Dapat sigurong gumaya muna ako sa kanya ngayon upang mapawi nang sandali ang aking inggit. Bawat ngiti, bawat sulyap, bawat titigan, at bawat taas ng kilay ay pawang mga barya niyang ihinuhulog sa kanyang alkansiya. Habang wala pa siyang 'ustong halaga upang mabili ang ninanais ay iniipon niya ang mga mumunting kayamanang kanyang nasasalubong. Sa takdang oras ay ilalabas ang lahat ng natipon, ihahanda ang sarili sa paghamig ng inaasam, at ngingiti sa napipintong tunay na kasiyahan.<br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">J'ai été prêt désespérer mais tu m'as appelé.</span><br /><br />~^_^~<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0