<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732</id><updated>2009-11-02T22:53:35.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kwentong kutchero</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-3881153338803821739</id><published>2009-01-07T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:04:16.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><title type='text'>A story of love in three perspectives</title><content type='html'>We could be the tree, the leaf or the wind once in our lives for all we know...a good read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People call me "Tree" .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U. There's one girl who I love alot but never dared to go after. She didn't have a pretty face, or goodfigure, nor an outstanding charm. She was just an ordinary girl.I liked her. I really liked her.I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her was because I felt somebody soordinary like her was not a good match for me. I was also afraid thatafter we were together, all the feelings would vanish. I was also afraid other's gossip would hurt her. I felt that if she were my girl, she'd bemine ultimately and I didn't have to give up everything just for her.The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years. She watched me chase other girls, and I have made her heart cry for 3years. She was a good actress and me a demanding director. When I kissedmy 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled and said, "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes wereswollen like a walnut. I didn't want to know what caused her to cry.Later that day, I returned from soccer training to get something and watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so.My 4th girlfriend didn't like her. There was once when both of themquarreled. I know that based on her character, she's not the type thatwill start off the quarrel. But I still sided my girlfriend. I shoutedat her and ignored her feelings then walked off with my girlfriend. Thenext day, she was laughing and joking with me like nothing happened. I know she was hurt but she didn't know deep down inside I was hurt too.When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. Later that day,I told her I had something to tell her. I told her about my breakup. Coincidentally, she has something to tell me too, about her gettingtogether. I knew who the guy was. His pursuit for her had been the talkof the school.I didn't show her my heartache, just smiles and best wishes. Once I reached home, I couldn't breathe. Tears rolled and I broke down. Howmany times have I seen her cry for the man who didn't acknowledge herpresence?During graduation, I received a text message from her. It said, "Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because the Tree didn't askher to stay ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEAF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People call me "Leaf".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learned a feeling Inever should've learned - jealousy. Sourness to the extreme limit. Theywere only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my happiness. But after a month, he got together with another girl.I liked him and I know he liked me. But why won't he pursue me? If hereally loves me, why didn't he make the first move?Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. After some time,I began to suspect that this was one sided love. If he didn't like me,why did he treat me so well? It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. I know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I cannever figure out.You can't expect from a girl like me to ask him. Despite that, I stillwanted to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, love him. Hoping that one day, he will come to love me too. And because of this, I waitedfor him.Sometimes, I wondered if I should continue waiting. The pain, thedilemma accompanied me for 3 years. At the end of my 3rd year, a junior pursues me.He's like the cool and gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from atree. In the end, I realized that I wanted to give this wind a smallfooting in my heart. I know the wind will bring the leaf to a better land.Finally leaf left the tree, but the tree only smiled and didn't ask theleaf to stay."Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because the Treedidn't ask her to stay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WIND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People call me "Wind".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like a girl called "Leaf".Because she's so dependent on thetree so I have to be a gust wind, a wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 month after I transfer to the new school.I saw a petite person looking at my seniors and me playing soccer.During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends, looking at him. When he talks with girls, there's jealousyin her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes.Looking at her became my habit. Just like she likes to look at him. One day, she didn't appear. I felt something amissed. I can't explainthe feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was not thereas well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left.The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walkedover and smiled at her, took out a note and gave it to her. She wassurprised. She looked at me, smiled, and accepts the note.The day after, she appeared and passes me a note and left. "Leaf's heartis too heavy and the wind couldn't blow her away"."It's not that leaf's heart is too heavy. It's simply because leaf neverwants to leave the tree". I replied her note with this statement andslowly she started to talk to me and accept my presents and phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverancethat one day, I will make her like me.Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times.Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. IfI'm really decided for her to be mine, I will definitely use all meansto win her over.I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know she will always try to change the topic, I still bear a small rayof hope deep within me, that she will agree to be my girlfriend. And soI asked her again.I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked, "What are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?""I'm nodding my head", she said."Huh?" I couldn't believe my ears."I'm nodding my head", she replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed, took a taxi and rushed to herplace. My hands were trembling when I press the doorbell.I hugged her tightly as she opened the door."Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because the Treedidn't ask her to stay..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-3881153338803821739?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/3881153338803821739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=3881153338803821739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3881153338803821739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3881153338803821739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-love-in-three-perspectives.html' title='A story of love in three perspectives'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-2843592159080317501</id><published>2008-12-22T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:40:55.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regalo!</title><content type='html'>kahapon ay malungkot dito sa opis pano ba naman nag simula ng magbakasyon sa kanikanilang probinsya tong mga ka team koone man team nalang ako ika nga.. pero ayus lang handa akong magtiis para sa trabaho ko mahal ko ito at ayaw kong mawala.so iyon nga yung mga ibang tao dito sa opis my regalong natangap.. shit bat ako WALA.. di naman ako BAD palakaibigannaman ako pero mukhang walang nagmamahal sa akin (what the f*ck..) Okay okay kuripot naman akong tao at siguro alamnilang hindi rin ako magbibigay ng regalo sa kanila.. pero hindi dapat ganun eh.. yung tipong bibigyan mo langng regalo yung nagbigay sayo at hindi pag kukusa letche..&lt;br /&gt;so napagtanto ko na wala talagang magbibigay o kusang magbigay sa akin.. last year kasi hindi ako nag bigaykhit binigyan nila ako kala ko kasi sapat na yung isang matamis na ngiti kapalit ng regalo nila tsk..&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng lunch time yung crush ko nag chat sa akin..pakibasa nalng medyo mahaba.. or my summary dun sa baba..&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [1:59 PM]:ng-mabag k n dun pra s party mmya?&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [1:59 PM]:*ng-ambag&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:00 PM]:sino ba nag sisingil wala pa ko binigay&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:01 PM]:mei pinapasang envelope e&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:01 PM]:talaga&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:01 PM]:bka d pa umaabot dyan&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:01 PM]:c ate nels kc ngpapasimula ata.. kya ako plagi sumusunod.. hhhahaha&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:01 PM]:sige pag umabot dito lalagyan ko ng piso&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:01 PM]:mei sulat p nga e... bka bgyan ka din ng stationary&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:01 PM]:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:01 PM]:talaga hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:02 PM]:iniisip ko p kung anong ilalagay ko&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:02 PM]:hirap punuin nung isang page!&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:02 PM]:wag mo nang punuin&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:02 PM]:lagyan mo nalang na pag marolloff ka isama ka nya &lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:02 PM]:hahahha&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:03 PM]:d p kme gnun k close&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:03 PM]:d ko kc nging manager c 88 e&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:03 PM]:kilala ko lng cya d2 s ofc&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:04 PM]:ah ganun ba malay natin makatulong yung isusulat natin na kunin tau sa project nya&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:04 PM]:ilagay mo nalang merry christmas regalo ko po&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:05 PM]:yoko kc ng madrama... dhil sure ako... ung iba, mdrama&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:06 PM]:okay lang yun basta may malagay drama man o biro atlease may babasahin sya pag wala na sya rito&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:06 PM]:heheheS&lt;br /&gt;YA  (IT) [2:06 PM]:yeah... nku bka iyakan mmya&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:07 PM]:magdala ka ng tissue&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:07 PM]:magbenta ka pala&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:07 PM]:ng tissue baka maraming bibili&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:08 PM]:oo nga noh.... mkpgdala nga&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:08 PM]:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:12 PM]:wla tlga akong maisulat &lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:13 PM]:hehehe&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:13 PM]:wala bang tanong?&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:14 PM]:grabe naman my video na nga my sulat pa&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:14 PM]:gawan mo nalang ng poem&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:14 PM]:wla e.... kung ano lng masasabi mo..&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:14 PM]:dearest 88 p lng nakasulat&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:14 PM]:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:15 PM]:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:15 PM]:tama na yan&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:15 PM]:hehehe&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:21 PM]:sa tacm lang siguro yung letter sa akin wala naman binigay&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:21 PM]:gud luck nalang dyan&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:21 PM]: :P&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:21 PM]:siguro nga&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:22 PM]:tulungan mo n lng ako... buuin nten ung AGNES&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:22 PM]:sige&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:22 PM]:A&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:22 PM]:- agly&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:22 PM]: :D&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:22 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;N anay ng lahat&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;S uper mamimiss ng todo&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:22 PM]:yan lng naisip ko.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:23 PM]:sige isip ako&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:23 PM]:G - good looking&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:23 PM]:ms kilala ko c 88.. ung characteristics nya na magaganda&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:23 PM]:G - ganda ng lola mo&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:24 PM]:yan ms gusto ko yan&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:24 PM]:A - ayaw magpatalo&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:27 PM]:ano s E??&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:28 PM]:wala akong maisip sa e&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:29 PM]:E - Especial na tao na minahal ng lahat (corny naisip ko  )&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:30 PM]:prang preho na kc nung iba&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:30 PM]:sige isip pa&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:30 PM]:Emportante &lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:30 PM]:hahah&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:31 PM]:hahaha sige pa ispi pa&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:34 PM]:E - Enget sila sa kasexihan nya..&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:34 PM]:wrong spelling.. hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:34 PM]:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:34 PM]:edi gamin nating AGNIS&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:34 PM]:gawin&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:35 PM]:visaya nga eh&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:35 PM]:hahahha&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:40 PM]:endearing&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:41 PM]:nging english nga lng&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:41 PM]:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:41 PM]:pwede kaso english&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:41 PM]:everlasting friend na matatakbukan&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:42 PM]:ECHOSERA&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:42 PM]:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:42 PM]:ayun n lng&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:42 PM]:d kya magalit sken un&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:42 PM]:hindi noh.. kahit ano biro mo dun hindi sya nagagalit&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:42 PM]:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:42 PM]:wag un..&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:43 PM]:sige yun nal ng "everlasting friend na matatakbukan"&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:43 PM]:tpos... lagyan ko sa dulo.. echos lng po lahat yan &lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:43 PM]:hehehe&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:43 PM]:pwede&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:44 PM]:maganda ba... edit mo&lt;br /&gt;A yaw papatalo sa iba, wlang uurungan&lt;br /&gt;G anda ng lola mo, wlang tatalo&lt;br /&gt;N anay ng msdev family&lt;br /&gt;E verlasting friend na matatakbuhan&lt;br /&gt;S uper mamimiss nming lahat&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:44 PM]:E verlasting friend na matatakbuhan(kahit sa financial heheh)&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:45 PM]:pwede&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [2:45 PM]:sige susulat ko na&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:45 PM]:oks&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [2:45 PM]:ayus&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [3:03 PM]:sulat ni ate nels mukhang makabagbag damdamin.... tinatype p s word... tpos kinokopya.. heheheh&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [3:04 PM]:ung sken light lang &lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:10 PM]:hehehe&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [3:10 PM]:matatagal n kc pingsamahan nila.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [3:11 PM]:gawa k din ng sulat &lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:12 PM]:ayoko tama na yung vid&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:12 PM]:wala akong maisusulat eh&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [3:12 PM]:hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [3:12 PM]:uy , nagawa mo n ung CDP mo?&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:13 PM]:ano yunA&lt;br /&gt;KO   (IT) [3:13 PM]:CDP?&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [3:13 PM]:Career development Plan... ung last na bullet sa CAMS..&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:13 PM]:hindi pa&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [3:13 PM]:kc pg sinusubukan ko... blank lang ung page e&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:13 PM]:kelan ba yan&lt;br /&gt;SYA  (IT) [3:14 PM]:dec 31 ang deadline&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:14 PM]:talaga&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:14 PM]:sige check ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak ng teteng akala ko regalo na hmmp.. hindi pala tinilungan ko nalng sya gumawa ng letter sa manger na aalis(syempre malakas sya sa akin eh)..at nag abag din para sa gift..&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na ang uwaian ay nag message sya sa akin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:14 PM]:mei bibigay pla ako sau&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:14 PM]:ano yun?&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:14 PM]:mei bag ka ba? hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:15 PM]:gift &lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:15 PM]:hahahha&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:15 PM]:mmya na. nsa ref lang&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:15 PM]:my gift ako galing sau wow naman swerte ko naman&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:15 PM]:pg malapit ng umuwi &lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:15 PM]:paalala mo n lng ha... hehehe.. bka maiwan s ref&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:15 PM]:wow salamat sige pag uwi&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:15 PM]:pg papunta n taung CG&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:15 PM]:hehehe&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:15 PM]:ano nasa ref&lt;br /&gt;SYA (IT) [3:15 PM]:basta&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:15 PM]:wow salamat&lt;br /&gt;AKO   (IT) [3:16 PM]:sige pag uwi nalang asahan ko yan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naks meron palang magbibigay sa akin at ang masaya yung crush ko pa..Kala ko wala nang nakaalala sa akin tsk.. thank you thank you talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung mag yoyosi ako bago umuwi... nung papasok nako sa elevator hinabol nya ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYA : Uy yung gift ko aalis kana ba?&lt;br /&gt;AKO : kunin ko mamaya hindi pa ko aalis..&lt;br /&gt;SYA : Pa alis nakami papuntang despedida..&lt;br /&gt;AKO : Okay iwan mo nalang sa desk mo kukunin ko mamaya..&lt;br /&gt;SYA : sige promise yan ha kukunin mo..&lt;br /&gt;AKO: YUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAg balik ko hinanap ko sa desk nya wala dun yun pala nilagay nya sa desk ko.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='Regalo!'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-3552162613503574963</id><published>2008-11-23T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:19:33.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuguegarao'/><title type='text'>Batil Patong(Tuguegarao)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dahil sa post ni pareng &lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/"&gt;badoodles &lt;/a&gt;regarding sa pancit tuguegarao naisip ko tuloy baka mapawi ang pag kamiss ko sa pagkain ng pancit batil patong pag nakita ko man lang. Hindi pala lalo ankong naglaway :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lang hiya ka pareng &lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/"&gt;badoodles &lt;/a&gt;hindi ka man lang nag uwi.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UU2MlsefRrc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UU2MlsefRrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pansit festival takaw nila, paramihan ng makakaing pansit ang labanan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-3552162613503574963?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/3552162613503574963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=3552162613503574963' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3552162613503574963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3552162613503574963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/11/batil-patongtuguegarao.html' title='Batil Patong(Tuguegarao)'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-8510979831855790993</id><published>2008-11-07T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:30:03.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seryoso'/><title type='text'>Na-tag ako ni Kuletzkie. NDEs.</title><content type='html'>At dahil sa na-tag ako ni &lt;a href="http://kuletzkie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kuletz&lt;/a&gt;, mapipilitan akong mag share este kagustuhan ko pala mag share ng NDEs.. =D balikan natin ang aking nakaraan..&lt;br /&gt;pasensyahan nyo na mga typo ko(lagi naman eh sakit ko nato =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULKANG PINATUBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinanganak ako sa zambales my business ang erpat ko dun nung maliit pa kami grade 1 ako nung nangyari angpagputok ng pinatubo naalala ko yung nakahiga kami sa kwarto namin that time, pabagsak na pala ang bubong at kisame ng bahay naminnuon na muntik naming ikamatay lahat maswerte kami dahil may nabili si ermat na Santo St. dominic yung may asoat yung isang kamay nya diba nakaturo sa taas? yung kamay nung santong yun ang sumagip sa aming lahat dahil nung bumagsak yung kisame ng bahay aynakatukod ito at sa kamay nya.. di ko alam kung paano nang yari yun dahil sabigat ng bubong at kisame eh hindi ito bumagsaksaka lang sya bumagsak nung nakaalis na kami sa bahay.. palipat lipat kami ng masisilungan nun.. halos lahat ng matirhan namin ayminsan lubog na sa lahar kaya lipat uli.. ang huli naming na silungan nun ay simbahan.. malaki iyon at hindi lang kami ang tao dun pero mararamdaman mo talaga na pag pumutok ang bulkan eh lilindol ito at parang mawawasak ang simbahan.. nag pasya kaming umalis dun at ayun bumagsak ngaito buti nalaamang ay nag pasya ang magulang ko na umalis sa lugar na yun.. nag byahe kami papuntang pampanga at dun kami tumuloy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA ILOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata palang ako ay madalas akong nauutusan ng mahal kong lolo na magpastol ng kalabaw..Kahit mapapaso ka sa init ng araw ay okay lang dahil andun naman lahat ng mga kaibigan ko,kung ano ang ginagawa nila pareho rin nag papastol din ng kalabaw..&lt;br /&gt;So one time oras na ng pag papaligo ng kalabaw mga 5 pm ng eksaktong oras sa pag papainom atpagpapaligo at dahil malapit kami sa cagayan river(longest river in the Phil.) eh dun kami laginglumalangoy kasabay ang mga kalabaw.. medyo maselan ang panahon nun at ang agos ng ilog ay malakas..napunta sa gitna ng ilog ang kalabaw ko, at dahil takot akong mawala ito at kahit hindi ako marunonglumangoy eh sinundan ko sya.. nataboy ko naman ang kalabaw papunta na pampang pero ako yung na tangay ngalon.. pagitna ako ng pagitna at palalim ng palalim ang kinalalagyan ko nagpumiglas ako at humihingi ng tulongsa mga kasamahan ko subalit wala silang magawa masyadong malayo na ako sa kanila at hindi na nila ako kayang tulungannawalan na ko ng lakas at papalubog. Ang pakiramdam ko nun eh tipong humihiwalay na ang kaluluwa ko sa katawan.. paranglumilipad na hindi ko ma explain kung bakit..inangat ko ang aking kamay baka sakaling makuha pa nila ako..My naramdaman akong matigas na bagay na parang lumulutang pilit kong umahan pa at mahawakan yun.. hindi ko alam kungpano ko nagawang umahon at sumampa sa lumulutang na malaking kahoy sa gitna ng ilog.. umiyak ako akala ko katapusan ko na talaganung time na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School ko naman halos lahat kami ng mga lalake sa section 2 noon ay my bisekleta pag break time namin lalo paghapon didiretso kami ng ilog para maligo my time na sumama ako kahit hindi ako marunong lumangoy..Halos lahat ng mga kaklase ko eh marunong lumangoy at contestant pa sila sa Palarong pambansa.. kaya naman nagtrip ang mga itona magpustahan lumangoy.. pupunta sila sa kabilang isla at kung sino una makararating eh sya panalo ang layo nun grabe.. tapos babalik pa silawala akong magawa kundi naligo nalang sa gilid habang pinapanood sila.. nag hubad ako ng damit at bigla akong nadulasleche sa gilid palang pala ng ilog na yun eh.. malalim na saktong wala pa naman sila napupumiglas ako at unting unti akong lumubog..buti nalang may nakakita sa akin na bata(tanya ko nun eh baka 6 years old palang sya) grabe laking pasasalamat ko talaga sa kanya nun..Namimingwit sya nun para pang kain nila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cge makiki-tag narin ako… kayo mga guys ano nakaraan nyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/"&gt;bodoodles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://montage-silhouettes.blogspot.com/"&gt;joshmarie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://riandrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chyng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://womanwarriorangpeministangpulpol.blogspot.com/"&gt;womanwarrior &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-8510979831855790993?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/8510979831855790993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=8510979831855790993' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/8510979831855790993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/8510979831855790993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/11/na-tag-ako-ni-kuletzkie-ndes.html' title='Na-tag ako ni Kuletzkie. NDEs.'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-4750115539540702974</id><published>2008-10-30T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:36:43.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagaytay Ghost Storyby anonymous</title><content type='html'>Malapit na halloween... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story happened a few months ago along the Tagaytay Road. There was a guy who got left behind by a pack of mountain bikers. The group was large and he didnt bring a cellphone. He crashed his bike somewhere between Picnic Grove and DBP. To make things worse, a storm came in.&lt;br /&gt;So he walked.&lt;br /&gt;This guy was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark night in the middle of a storm. The night passed slowly and no cars went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few meters ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, just before the junction going to Manila, he saw a car slowly looming, ghostlike, out of the gloom. It slowly crept toward him and stopped. It was raining hard, wind blowing all around you, what would you do? Like you would, he got into the car and closed the door, then realized that there was nobody behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;The car slowly started moving again. The guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve. The guy started to pray, begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and he would plunge to his death, when just before the curve, a hand appeared thru the window and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.&lt;br /&gt;Terrified, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally, the guy gathered his wits and leaped from the car and ran to the nearest place where there were houses.&lt;br /&gt;Wet and in shock, he went into a store and voice quavering, ordered 2 bottles of Red Horse Beer, and told the people about his horrible, supernatural experience.&lt;br /&gt;A silence enveloped everybody when they realized the guy was apparently sane and not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour later two guys walked into the same store. One says to the other..........&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Yan...siya nga yung sumakay habang nagtutulak tayo..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-4750115539540702974?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/4750115539540702974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=4750115539540702974' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/4750115539540702974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/4750115539540702974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagaytay-ghost-storyby-anonymous.html' title='Tagaytay Ghost Storyby anonymous'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-7680871076779466060</id><published>2008-10-30T02:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:48:05.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano daw?'/><title type='text'>HALO-HALO</title><content type='html'>"Wag magmadali sa pag-aasawa. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon sa hinaharap, mag-iiba pa ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong di pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang sa kaboses niya si Debbie Gibson o magaling mag-breakdance. Totoong mas importante ang kalooban ng tao higit anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan sa eskwelahan e nagmumukha ring pandesal. Maniwala ka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayokong nasasanay sa mga bagay na pwede namang wala sa buhay ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hinahanap mo nga ba ako o ang kawalan ko?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi dahil sa hindi mo naiintindihan ang isang bagay ay kasinungalingan na ito. at hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabi nila, sa kahit ano raw problema, isang tao lang ang makakatulong sa'yo – ang sarili mo. Tama sila. Isinuplong ako ng sarili ko. Kaya siguro namigay ng konsyensya ang Diyos, alam niyang hindi sa lahat ng oras e gumagana ang utak ng tao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obligasyon kong maglayag, karapatan kong pumunta sa kung saan ko gusto, responsibilidad ko ang buhay ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masama akong tao, tulad mo, sa parehong paraan na mabuti kang tao, tulad ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iba ang walang ginagawa sa gumagawa ng wala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iba ang informal gramar sa mali!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-7680871076779466060?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/7680871076779466060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=7680871076779466060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/7680871076779466060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/7680871076779466060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/10/halo-halo.html' title='HALO-HALO'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-147068578907368073</id><published>2008-10-28T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:55:14.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUHAY (IN GENERAL)</title><content type='html'>"Nalaman kong hindi final exam ang passing rate ng buhay. hindi ito multiple choice, identification, true or false, enumeration or fill-in-the- blanks na sinasagutan kundi essay na isinusulat araw-araw. Huhusgahan ito hindi base sa kung tama o mali ang sagot, kundi base sa kung may kabuluhan ang mga isinulat o wala. Allowed ang erasures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kumain ka na ng siopao na may palamang pusa o maglakad sa bubog nang nakayapak, pero wag na wag kang susubok mag-drugs. Kung hindi mo kayang umiwas, humingi ka ng tulong sa mga magulang mo dahil alam nila kung saan ang mga murang supplier at hindi ka nila iisahan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mangarap ka at abutin mo. Wag mong sisihin ang sira mong pamilya, palpak mong syota, pilay mong tuta, o mga lumilipad na ipis. Kung may pagkukulang sa'yo mga magulang mo, pwde kang manisi at maging rebelde. Tumigil ka sa pag-aaral, mag-asawa ka, mag-drugs ka, magpakulay ka ng buhok sa kili-kili. Sa banding huli, ikaw din ang biktima. Rebeldeng walang napatunayan at bait sa sarili."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tuparin ang mga pangarap. Obligasyon mo yan sa sarili mo. Kung gusto mo mang kumain ng balde-baldeng lupa para malagay ka sa Guinness Book of World Records at maipagmalaki ng bansa natin, sige lang. Nosi balasi. wag mong pansinin ang sasabihin ng mga taong susubok humarang sa'yo. Kung hindi nagsumikap ang mga scientist noon, hindi pa rin tayo dapat nakatira sa jupiter ngayon. Pero hindi pa rin naman talaga tayo nakatira sa jupiter dahil nga hindi nagsumikap ang mga scientist noon. Kita mo yung moral lesson?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nalaman kong habang lumalaki ka, maraming beses kang madadapa. Bumangon ka man ulit o hindi, magpapatuloy ang buhay, iikot ang mundo, at mauubos ang oras."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-147068578907368073?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/147068578907368073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=147068578907368073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/147068578907368073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/147068578907368073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/10/buhay-in-general.html' title='BUHAY (IN GENERAL)'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-1246029529758467094</id><published>2008-10-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:33:01.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano daw?'/><title type='text'>PAG-AARAL</title><content type='html'>"Mag-aral maigi. Kung titigil ka sa pag-aaral, manghihinayang ka pagtanda mo dahil hindi mo naranasan ang kakaibang ligayang dulot ng mga araw na walang pasok o suspendido ang klase o absent ang teacher. (Haaay, sarap!)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nalaman kong marami palang libreng lecture sa mundo, ikaw ang gagawa ng syllabus. Maraming teacher sa labas ng eskuwelahan, desisyon mo kung kanino ka magpapaturo. Lahat tayo enrolled ngayon sa isang university, maraming subject na mahirap, pero dahil libre, ikaw ang talo kung nag-drop ka. Isa-isa tayong ga-graduate, iba't-ibang paraan. tanging diploma ay ang mga alaala ng kung ano mang tulong o pagmamahal ang iniwan natin sa mundong pinangarap nating baguhin minsan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hikayatin mo lahat ng kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas kawawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dalawang dekada ka lang mag-aaral. kung 'di mo pagtityagaan, limang dekada ng kahirapan ang kapalit. sobrang lugi. kung alam lang 'yan ng mga kabataan, sa pananaw ko ehh walang gugustuhing umiwas sa eskwela."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-1246029529758467094?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/1246029529758467094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=1246029529758467094' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/1246029529758467094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/1246029529758467094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/10/pag-aaral.html' title='PAG-AARAL'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-8267422045944650024</id><published>2008-10-27T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:38:22.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano daw?'/><title type='text'>PAG-IBIG</title><content type='html'>"Kung hindi mo mahal and isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.."&lt;br /&gt;"Lahat naman ng tao sumeseryoso pag tinamaan ng pagmamahal. Yun nga lang, hindi lahat matibay para sa temptasyon."&lt;br /&gt;"Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang taong malapit sayo. Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo."&lt;br /&gt;"Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba."&lt;br /&gt;"Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang."&lt;br /&gt;"Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;br /&gt;"Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;br /&gt;"Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din."&lt;br /&gt;"Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;br /&gt;"Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;br /&gt;"Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang."&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit ba ayaw matulog ng mga bata sa tanghali? alam ba nilang pag natuto silang umibig e hindi na sila makakatulog kahit gusto nila?&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka."&lt;br /&gt;"Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lang yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-8267422045944650024?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/8267422045944650024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=8267422045944650024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/8267422045944650024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/8267422045944650024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/10/samut-sari.html' title='PAG-IBIG'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-5512755657999752893</id><published>2008-10-19T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:18:06.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opis'/><title type='text'>Hotseat!!</title><content type='html'>Last week lang ay nag draft kami ng players namin sa &lt;a href="http://ufc.nba.com/"&gt;http://ufc.nba.com/&lt;/a&gt; online tournament na ang labanan ay mga stats ng mga playersna napili mo.. 1st time ko lang sumali dito sa office since last year eh hindi ako umabot sa drafting nila at wala rin akong alam kungpapano manalo sa ganitong classeng laro.. Salimpusa ang tawag ko sa aming mga lahat na baguhan na sumali rito.. So nag offline drafting kamimag kakaoffice mate gumawa kami ng jamroom para dito.. Hindi nila maiwasan na itanong sa akin kung bakit daw nung lastlast week e mag kasama kami nungkaibigan kong girl na umuwi pagkatapos nung kickoff meeting namin.. wala namang holding hands achuachu na nang yari at pilit nilang inaalam sa jamroom naminkung kami na daw ba ng girl.. of course sasabihin kong hindi dahil hindi naman talaga wag kayong kokontra ayaw ko ng issue..so dahil sinabi kong hindi umayos daw ako kung hindi i-invite daw nila yung girl sa jamroom namin.. at ayun na imbitahan nga yung babae sa jamroom namin na dapat ang topic lang aytungkol sa drawting ng NBA e na punta sa akin at sa babae yung topic.. amfufu nga ang tatanda na nila eh.. bumabanat pa sila ng ganitong mga tanong..&lt;br /&gt;Ano masasabi mo kay ryan in one word..?&lt;br /&gt;pag pinaghalo ba ang puti at itim ano magiging kulay?sagot ng iba : fenk, brown, gray&lt;br /&gt;wala sa kanila ang tumama..&lt;br /&gt;ang sagot daw eh.. PUTIM&lt;br /&gt;maitin kasi ako at maputi ung girl kaya nila natanong un..hotseat ako at yung babae sa jamroom namin.. wala akong ibang reaksyon kundi.. tae nilang lahat..Nakakahiya sa babae almost lahat na ng ka officemate ko eh ang alam kami na daw.. taena yan I oo hindi ko matatangi na maganda sya pero ang rason lang naman kung bakit ako lagi nyangkasama at kausap dahil ako lang kilalala nya.. kakalipat lang nya kasi galing kasi sya sa kabilang team.. at noon pa mang training namin kilala ko na sya..So para matigil lahat ng tsismis eh hindi ko na lang sya sinasahang mag lunch at umuwi.. kunwari marami pa kong gagawin saka sinabi ko narin na wag muna kaminggaanong magsasama at dahil ma iissue kami rito sa office.. Ang kaso issue parin pag hindi ko sya sinamahan mag lunch.. yung ibang ka office mate ko eh.. sinasabihan akomag isa lang daw syang naglulunch bakit hindi ko na daw sina samahan... next time samahan ko na daw sya.. ang kapal ko namanpag sasamahan ko pa sya eh.. kakalipat lang nya naissue na sya dahil sa akin.. kaya mula pa nun dyahe talagang manligaw sa office..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-5512755657999752893?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/5512755657999752893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=5512755657999752893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/5512755657999752893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/5512755657999752893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/10/hotseat.html' title='Hotseat!!'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-8172881950075949317</id><published>2008-10-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:52:24.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programmer'/><title type='text'>Programmers eto tip sa mga anak natin sa school..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SPa6Ck4rvmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/biinYKK_Ypc/s1600-h/1..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257594168425561698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SPa6Ck4rvmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/biinYKK_Ypc/s400/1..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nyahahaha.. wais to maam lolz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-8172881950075949317?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/8172881950075949317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=8172881950075949317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/8172881950075949317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/8172881950075949317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/10/programmers-eto-tip-sa-mga-anak-natin.html' title='Programmers eto tip sa mga anak natin sa school..'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SPa6Ck4rvmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/biinYKK_Ypc/s72-c/1..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-5814273749299476491</id><published>2008-10-10T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:08:46.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tcub'/><title type='text'>Mura daw ang hotel na napasukan?</title><content type='html'>Kagabi lamang ay nagkitakita ulit kaming mga tropa mga myembro ng thursday club. Syempre kulitan to da max at kantyawan.. Nanlibre yung isang kasama naman dahil sa naudlot na Bdaynung nakaraang september.. tumagal naman pero promise is promise sa amin at nanlibre nga ang loko..bumalik ang topic na pinaka murang hotel na napasukan.. naalala ko dati ako ang unang sumagot sa tonong nato..400 pre ang naranasan ko rito.. tawa ng tawa ang mga loko.. mura nga daw yun para sa overnight.. nagsalita ngauntong celebrator ba o celebrant anyway.. 70 pesos daw.. tawa kami ng tawa at pilit inalam kung ano itsura ng pwesto na yunkwarto daw at lababo lang ang meron walang CR at pag iihi ay sa timba pa.. yabang na sabi ng isa.. sumagot naman tong ka team kosabi nya pre may mas mura pa dun.. nagulat ako sabi ko TALAGA! 50 pesos daw at ulit tawa naman kami ng tawa tipong..walang pakialam sa mga katabing lamesa ang pinag uusapan.. 50 nga lang pre sabi ulit nya at ang pinakatakip daw nila aykurtina lang quicky nga ang p_t_ :D.. edi ayan na my dumating na isa panamaing kasama pinagtripan ko sya maiba lang ang topic..that time my hawak akong posporo.. sabi ko pre dali ang tagal mo dito ka sa tabi ko my ipapakita akong bagong magic eto namansi pareng antz dalidaling lumapit binigyan ko sya ng apat na palitong posporo yung isa dun ay putol.. sabi ko sa kanya hawakan nya yung apat na yun atpag pantaypatayin ang mga ulo nito gamit ang kamay nahindi ko makikita yung nabali.. ngaun pinakita nya sa akin yung mga ito.. yabang ngyang sabipag hindi mo mahulaan kung asan dyan magpapainom ka ha.. oo kako naman tapos kunwari tinuturo ko yung isa.. sabay kinas kas ko yung bahay nungposporo sa hawak nyang palito.. =) lumiyab ito at na itapon nya yung mga palitong hawak nya at naituro ko naman yung pinakamaliit na palito..tawa kami ng tawa sa nangyaring kalokohan.. at nawala yung topic na pamurahan ng napusakang short time hotel.. nung nabaluik sa topic edi andun na nga yung bago naming kasama sya ngaun ang nag salita.. 30 pesos pre meron hindi ng alang kurtina plastik ang takip.. tambling kami sa tawa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-5814273749299476491?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/5814273749299476491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=5814273749299476491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/5814273749299476491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/5814273749299476491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/10/mura-daw-ang-hotel-na-napasukan.html' title='Mura daw ang hotel na napasukan?'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-1011284425798008476</id><published>2008-09-29T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:18:45.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programmer'/><title type='text'>Programmers Java or .Net?</title><content type='html'>I am a Java guy. But I am not unfair at all. Both are very solid platforms to build large systems if you are knowledgeable. One thing I like about Java(java is not just a language. It is in fact a platform or a culture) is that we have so many solid open source frameworks. You can basically build a large quality system without paying a money for licence fees. Here is my preferred power stack&lt;br /&gt;Front End: Spring MVC+FLexMiddle or Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Tier: Spring&lt;br /&gt;BackEnd: IBatis or Hibernate&lt;br /&gt;DataBase: MySql&lt;br /&gt;Application Server: JBoss or Simply Tomcat&lt;br /&gt;OS: Linux(Ubuntu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the developers should be very strong. Those who can code only with an IDE will not cut it. Also, scripting languages like Perl,Python or Ruby are solid and efficient languages too. A lot of small projects can be done using these scripting languges such as text manipulation and process monitoring, reporting but this include autosys job tools. Above all is OOP, algorithms and data structures. These 3 three things are far more important than knowing a particular language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-1011284425798008476?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/1011284425798008476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=1011284425798008476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/1011284425798008476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/1011284425798008476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/09/programmers-java-or-net.html' title='Programmers Java or .Net?'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-597592560452103909</id><published>2008-09-29T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:27:51.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='market'/><title type='text'>What is Subprime?</title><content type='html'>With all the buzz going on about the &lt;a href="http://www.pinoymoneytalk.com/2008/09/15/financial-crisis-2008/"&gt;collapse of Lehman Brothers&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.pinoymoneytalk.com/2008/09/23/lehman-brothers-aig-bailout/"&gt;$700 billion bailout plan&lt;/a&gt;, and the US financial crisis and its &lt;a href="http://www.pinoymoneytalk.com/2008/09/17/lehman-brothers-impact-philippines/"&gt;impact on Philippine banks&lt;/a&gt;, the word “subprime” suddenly gained notoriety in mainstream media.&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is this subprime mortgage problem? We already discussed this concept more than a year ago (See &lt;a href="http://www.pinoymoneytalk.com/2007/08/17/faq-what-is-subprime-mortgage-problem/"&gt;The US Subprime Mortgage Problem - explained in simple terms&lt;/a&gt;), but for those looking for a simpler explanation, you’re in luck.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a Powerpoint presentation that humorously but accurately explain “subprime.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download &lt;a href="http://www.pinoymoneytalk.com/wp-content/uploads/What-is-Subprime.pps"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; the Subprime 101 - A simple but funny explanation of the US Subprime Problem Powerpoint file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-597592560452103909?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/597592560452103909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=597592560452103909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/597592560452103909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/597592560452103909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-subprime.html' title='What is Subprime?'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-740680567207454407</id><published>2008-09-15T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:26:14.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laff'/><title type='text'>Project Lafftrip Laffapalooza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SM4kJaBy6WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CZKBrfYWOCc/s1600-h/10best.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246170359957481826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SM4kJaBy6WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CZKBrfYWOCc/s400/10best.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Search for the 2008 Philippines 10 Best Humor Blogs is on! COOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kailangang may sarili kang blog.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Meron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Iboto ang iyong 3-5 peyborit humor blogs sa pamamagitan ng pagpo-post tungkol sa mga ito sa iyong blog. I-rank ito mula Number 1 hanggang Number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenpinoy.com/"&gt;greenpinoy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://huwantso.blogspot.com/"&gt;huwantso.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwentonbarbero.com/"&gt;kwentonbarbero.com&lt;/a&gt; - &gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;kasama ka pre hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ang mga binotong humor blogs ay magkakamit ng kaukulang boto:- Number 1 – 5 votes (GP bigay mo sa akin yung prize!)- Number 2 – 4 votes (M para sau to tol!)- Number 3 – 3 votes- Number 4 – 2 votes- Number 5 – 1 vote.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ang title ng iyong post ay pwedeng “Project Lafftrip Laffapalooza”, “Super Cool Blogs”, “Best Humor Blogs”, “5 Blogs Na Nakakatawa” o kahit anong title na maisip. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ang iyong post ay pwedeng in ispokening inglis o Tagalog. (is it alright kung taglish?!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Sa iyong post kelangan mong banggitin na sumasali ka sa Project Lafftrip Laffapalooza at i-link ang site ng &lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/"&gt;http://kwentongbarbero.com&lt;/a&gt; (Yahoo.. Sumali po ako sa Project Lafftrip Laffapalooza... bibigay kasi sa akin ni Greenpinoy yung premyo hehehe :D)&lt;br /&gt;7. Kung sa tingin mo ay isa ka ding humor blog, pwede mong iboto ang sarili mo. Matapos naming i-evaluate kung humor blog ka din, ay sasabihan ka namin kung qualified ka nga. im not a humor blog. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hindi pre wala akong honor.. ah humor ba wala din..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Tandaan, tatlo hanggang lima lang ang pwedeng iboto. Hindi pwede ang tie sa iyong ranking. KAILANGAN TATLO?!&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Opo sir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mag-iwan ng comment sa page na ‘to para malaman namin kung may pinost ka nang peyborit blogs sa blogsite mo under Project Lafftrip Laffapalooza. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dito ba oh sa site mo naku naman sige..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kung sakaling papalitan ang ranking ng mga binoto o kaya may papalitan kang peyborit blog [nag-LQ kayo, hindi bati, etc], kelangang i-inform kami. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ganun LQ tau pre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Heto ang &lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/2006/10/09/project-lafftrip-laffapalooza/"&gt;sample entry&lt;/a&gt; ng pagboto. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sino ba yang mga yan pre hindi naman yan ang mananalo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://greenpinoy.com/"&gt;greenpinoy.com&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eto humor at may amor hehehe,  kinaiingitan sa mga exotic post nya .. exotic din ang may ari..hirap mag explain puntahan mo nalang yung link makikita mo.. para gusto mong tignan lahat ng post nang taong to.. apir.. Bibigay sa akin yung prize pag mananlo to pre.. ;) wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://huwantso.blogspot.com/"&gt;huwantso.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;makulit tong taong to hindi lang sa blog pati sa personal.. M ipasok mo ulit yung baso sa bunganga mo dali pakita mo sa kanila hehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/"&gt;kwentongbarbero.com&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;langya gusto mo ikaw manalo hehehe hindi yun pwede pre idol din kita akin yung tshirt ha.. ex. military to x chickboy pumapatol sa studyante hehehe :D, x con- dom hahaha dating gumagamit ng condom, x Dj o naks dj tonio pogi, x instructor hehehe sex instructor nga lang.. xbf ni maring judith.. oh wag kanang mag tanong x bf talaga mag asawa na kau di nakau mag bf at gf.. xxx hahaha :D un un eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kung ang kahit isa sa mga binoto mo ay makapasok sa final tally ng Top 10, makakasama ang pangalan mo sa bubunuting raffle ng isang independent third party committee. Ang isang mabubunot ay pipili ng kanyang magiging premyo [isa lang sa mga sumusunod]: Nokia N70 Music Edition, Sony Cybershot Digital Camera, o halagang 15,000 pesos. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pre ako nalng panalunin mo wala ako nyan eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ang mga makakapasok naman sa Philippines 10 Best Humor Blogs ay makakatanggap ng certificates at exclusive bragging rights. Ang Top 3 sa mga ito ay makakatanggap ng ‘Oscars of Blogging’ na tropeo. Ang mga mananalo ay i-aanounce sa site na ‘to sa 2008.&lt;br /&gt;May tanong? Email na lang sa &lt;a href="mailto:dwmx2@yahoo.com"&gt;dwmx2@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- email mo rin ako pre pag my tanong ka.. sa acc... email ah lam mo na un..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SM4kCxXrjBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SpyRbT_W574/s1600-h/10best.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-740680567207454407?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/740680567207454407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=740680567207454407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/740680567207454407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/740680567207454407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/09/project-lafftrip-laffapalooza.html' title='Project Lafftrip Laffapalooza'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SM4kJaBy6WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CZKBrfYWOCc/s72-c/10best.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-7354044388466845128</id><published>2008-09-03T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:57:07.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programmer'/><title type='text'>Malupit na pam-banat ng mga romantikong programmer......</title><content type='html'>"You are a field in my class. You will always be protected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you an exception? Let me catch you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my increment operator. You make my value increase."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you're my compiler. My life wouldn't start without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my initializer: without you, my life would point to nothing (null)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a BufferedReader. You input meaning into my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my semicolon; always present in everything I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the JDK (Java Development Kit) in my life. I won't compile without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were a method, you must be my parameter, because I will always need you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you be my private variable? I want to be the only one with access to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are an aggregation of classes: one cannot exist without the other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"public class YourWorld extends MyWorld"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love is a for loop without the increment operator-- infinitive, non-terminating, and dificult to stop once it starts running."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me be the 'throws Exception' to your 'public static void main (String[] args)'. I will accept whatever you give me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[me != me]. [me += you]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my superclass: you define what I can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the IDE of my life: I find it easier because of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My main method is 'public love iLoveYou().' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the field attribute in your class: I can't exist unless you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love for you is a constant variable: unupdatable and unchangeable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you an applet? You make me feel all GUI (gooey) inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my loop condition. I keep coming back to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my methods. I am nothing without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you my driver? Because you make my life worthwhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my API. I want to know everything about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you be my ActionListener? That way you notice everything that I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a boolean method whose love will always return true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buti pa ang Strings, nag-mamatch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buti pa ang data type, may value."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buti pa ang Swing components, may Listeners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"String myHeart = "I Love You";&lt;br /&gt;String[] herWords = myHeart.split(" ");&lt;br /&gt;return null;"&lt;br /&gt;"My love for you comes with no strings attached."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you a double? The thought of you always floats inside my head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love for you cannot be measured with an int, not with a long, and not even with an array. It is out of bounds and infinite.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Di na tayo kailangang i-cast pa; magkatype na tayo, e..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-7354044388466845128?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/7354044388466845128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=7354044388466845128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/7354044388466845128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/7354044388466845128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/09/malupit-na-pam-banat-ng-mga-romantikong.html' title='Malupit na pam-banat ng mga romantikong programmer......'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-8863629401054531023</id><published>2008-08-14T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:02:46.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opis'/><title type='text'>Promoted sila..</title><content type='html'>Malapit na ang pisikal year kaya ayun rating communication namin ngaung week..&lt;br /&gt;Syempre excited lahat yung umaasang mapropromote :D.. ako di ako nag eexpect kasi napromote na ko nung march this time para sa kanila lng ang araw nato.. pero syempre sasabihin sa akin kung ano parin rating ko..&lt;br /&gt;Maraming masaya meron ding hinde.. eto nangyari kagabi dahil promotion period..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakto tapos na kaming lahat sa rating namin buti sumakto sa thursday club namin edi inuman kami.. si antz yung tropa ko sa kabilang wing ay maraming explenation kung bakit mapakababa ang rating nya.. parehas kami ng level pero sa ginagawa sa opis eh.. mag kaibang magkaiba.. kaya daw mababa sya ayaw nya ng ginagawa nya.. so kahit walang increase si mokong eh.. nanglibre parin sa amin ng 2 bottles of redhorse 500.. Ung isang tropa ko naman na si junD naku promoted (congrats tyong..) nang libre din ng manok.. ako nga nag budget sa 300 pesos na nasa wallet nya ang budget e ganito.. manok sa fud shop 180(lemon sarap), 100 ambag sa alak my ambagan kasi kaming 100 ehehehe.. tapos yung 20 pesos na tira eh.. pamasahe nya pauwi edi sakto yung 300 ni boss junD ahahaha.. kawawa nga lang kasi nung andun na kami 183 pala ung manok.. edi 17 pesos nalng yung pera nya.. kawawang TL hehehe.. next is mits.. hindi sya nakasama sa thursday club umuwi yung misis eh.. manonood daw sila ng john loyd at sarah nung asawa nya.. e hate nya panoorin yun.. sabi ko pagbigya nya na prometed din naman sya at ngaun TL ko na sya congrats pre.. mag susundance ka pag balik mo ng opis.. hehehe.. kantyaw ka sa amin kamukaha mo na si john loyd tama ba spelling eh.. bahala na.. haahaha..&lt;br /&gt;nalasing kami magtrotropa kagabi.. ayun naabutan pa nga kami ni boss tonio.. nanglibre pa ata ng 1 round na RH at pag katapos nung inuman naku diretso kami sa 25 hours goodah.. order kami ng goto.. para kaming mga bata nanaka long sleave na nakaupo dun sa lugawan na yun.. mareclamo magulo tawanan kulitan lasing na kaya ganun.. paguwi naku naglakad kami hangang edsa susuray suray sa daan.. tapos nag hiwahiwalay nakami sa shaw.. sumakay ako ng bus papunta sa amin.. sa lasing ko natulog ako.. kinalabit na ko ng condoctor sabi nya "boss nasa terminal na po tau".. sabay tau ako at bumaba naku nakalimutan ko hindi pala ako nagbayad sa bus.. sabi ko nalang TY.. hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-8863629401054531023?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/8863629401054531023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=8863629401054531023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/8863629401054531023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/8863629401054531023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/08/promoted-sila.html' title='Promoted sila..'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-3189711988084022564</id><published>2008-08-07T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:22:48.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Best Maid Plans by Neerja Mayura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SJvWOrYIFqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6n6E43rujWI/s1600-h/MAID[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232010939771393698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SJvWOrYIFqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6n6E43rujWI/s400/MAID%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click the image..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-3189711988084022564?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/3189711988084022564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=3189711988084022564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3189711988084022564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3189711988084022564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-maid-plans-by-neerja-mayura.html' title='Best Maid Plans by Neerja Mayura'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SJvWOrYIFqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6n6E43rujWI/s72-c/MAID%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-961770245984715176</id><published>2008-07-30T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:20:15.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Hello TUGUEGARAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sa wakas makaka uwi nanaman ako ng tuguegarao kung saan andun yung magulang ko, lolo't lola at mga tropa ko, fiesta kasi namin ng august 4 at tyak lasingan to the max..&lt;br /&gt;Ganito naman tuwing uuwi ako dun lasingan, lasingan lasingan lalo na pag andun yung tito sunny ko..&lt;br /&gt;Pero ng namimis ko lagi sa lugar namin eh ang kumain ng &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pancit batilpatung&lt;/span&gt; wow kakain ako nun ng maraming marami hahaha :D tapos habang kumakain ako ng pancit itetext at iingitin ko si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pareng badoodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; (pare naimasen yum yum) super special ang order ko with mathching kapitan(gin) na may halong extrajoss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namimiss ko yung mga ganitong kainan at inumin dati kasi nung nag-aaral ako dun lagi kami sa pancitan nagiinuman ng mga tropa at klassmate ko.. hindi uso ang redhorse, beer na beer at lights dun.. bentang beta sa amin ay ang kapitan(gin) tapos ang pulutan pancit..&lt;br /&gt;Saan ka nga ba makakakita dito sa manila ng nagiinuman na ang pulutan ay pancit? mostly ang pulutan dito ay sisig, tapa okaya sizzling hotdog(pulutan ito sa crossing likod ng edsa central) kaya gusto kong uminom sa amin dahil namimiss ko talaga to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kayo sana ma try nyo to pag makadalaw kayo sa amin.. lahat naman ng kanto sa tuguegarao eh may pancitan kaya di kayo mapapagod maghanap.. tanong nyo lang si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pareng badoodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; kung ano ang pinaka masarap na pancit dun at tiyak ituturo nya sa inyo yung malapi sa bahay namain hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-961770245984715176?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/961770245984715176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=961770245984715176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/961770245984715176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/961770245984715176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-tuguegarao.html' title='Hello TUGUEGARAO'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-2252562440656507769</id><published>2008-07-27T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:03:47.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><title type='text'>You have two choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry is the manager of a restaurant. He is always in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would always reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were any better, I would be twins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the waiters at his restaurant quit their jobs when he changed jobs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they could follow him around from restaurant to restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Jerry was a natural motivator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was always there, telling him how to look on the positive side of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't get it! No one can be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, I have two choices today. I can choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be victim or I can choose to learn from it. I always choose to learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I always choose the positive side of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's not always that easy,"  I protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is," Jerry said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk every situation is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose how you react to situations..&lt;br /&gt;You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. It's your choice how you live your life."&lt;br /&gt;Several years later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Jerry accidentally did something you are never supposed to do in the restaurant business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the back door of his restaurant open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in the morning, he was robbed by three armed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jerry trying to open the safe box,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Jerry was found quickly and rushed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jerry about six months after the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Want to see my scars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, after they shot me, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or could choose to die. I chose to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weren't you scared" I asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they wheeled me into the Emergency Room and I saw the expression on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their eyes, I read 'He's a dead man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I needed to take action." "What did you do?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there was a big nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' to bullets, I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over their laughter, I told them: "I am choosing to live. Please operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned from him that every day you have the choice to either enjoy your life or to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is truly yours - that no one can control or take from you is your attitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you can take care of that, everything else in life becomes much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-2252562440656507769?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/2252562440656507769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=2252562440656507769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/2252562440656507769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/2252562440656507769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-have-two-choices.html' title='You have two choices'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-3984430944359658169</id><published>2008-07-22T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:31:44.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano daw?'/><title type='text'>What Ryan means</title><content type='html'>Gusto ko ring malaman kung ano nga ba ang ibig sabihin ng name ko, gaya gaya ako kay ate Dam dam hehehe :D pero hindi naman lahat ng nakasulat sa baba eh totoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Ryan Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-3984430944359658169?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/3984430944359658169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=3984430944359658169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3984430944359658169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3984430944359658169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-ryan-means-you-are-wild-crazy-and.html' title='What Ryan means'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-4191409512580477718</id><published>2008-07-22T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:37:41.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry women...</title><content type='html'>Guys, hope you dont make your woman angry in your life, otherwise you're  gone!!! hehe! Goodluck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWN6Y7IZ8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ww9toWkHhdA/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738976895723458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWN6Y7IZ8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ww9toWkHhdA/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNonfTOII/AAAAAAAAADM/qy_mgHhy5rI/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738671567878274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNonfTOII/AAAAAAAAADM/qy_mgHhy5rI/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNowlfLcI/AAAAAAAAADU/p40shDMI4J8/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738674009746882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNowlfLcI/AAAAAAAAADU/p40shDMI4J8/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNpJaJvcI/AAAAAAAAADc/s_Ed5nhpf4I/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738680673091010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNpJaJvcI/AAAAAAAAADc/s_Ed5nhpf4I/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNpKcTUbI/AAAAAAAAADk/Yh9FCtut3tk/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738680950542770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNpKcTUbI/AAAAAAAAADk/Yh9FCtut3tk/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNpSN15_I/AAAAAAAAADs/_B4DfiUaN1M/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738683037378546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNpSN15_I/AAAAAAAAADs/_B4DfiUaN1M/s400/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNNzMqplI/AAAAAAAAACk/e0dLBkX4jZU/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738210854479442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNNzMqplI/AAAAAAAAACk/e0dLBkX4jZU/s400/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNN1nePLI/AAAAAAAAACs/49y7lJOjpvw/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738211503783090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNN1nePLI/AAAAAAAAACs/49y7lJOjpvw/s400/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNOEBi2qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/w7xA-aFuvAs/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738215371233954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNOEBi2qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/w7xA-aFuvAs/s400/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNOGEi3-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/TFbB3pG7g2E/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738215920689122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNOGEi3-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/TFbB3pG7g2E/s400/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNOQ96nDI/AAAAAAAAADE/oPrU6rib474/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738218845674546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWNOQ96nDI/AAAAAAAAADE/oPrU6rib474/s400/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-4191409512580477718?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/4191409512580477718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=4191409512580477718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/4191409512580477718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/4191409512580477718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/07/angry-women.html' title='Angry women...'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SIWN6Y7IZ8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ww9toWkHhdA/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-3329522074708054904</id><published>2008-07-14T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:01:17.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMEN AS EXPLAINED BY ENGINEERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SHsHh4P_zfI/AAAAAAAAABM/uRhRTOxCdsc/s1600-h/woman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222776471482781170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SHsHh4P_zfI/AAAAAAAAABM/uRhRTOxCdsc/s320/woman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-3329522074708054904?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/3329522074708054904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=3329522074708054904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3329522074708054904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/3329522074708054904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/07/women-as-explained-by-engineers.html' title='WOMEN AS EXPLAINED BY ENGINEERS'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SHsHh4P_zfI/AAAAAAAAABM/uRhRTOxCdsc/s72-c/woman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-7422918495993207095</id><published>2008-07-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:06:35.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ito nga ba ang alamat kung bakit nagsi-sinungaling ang mga lalaki...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Karpintero itong si Jojo at isang araw eh gumagawa siya ng isang bahay sa tabi ng ilog.Sa lakas ng pagma-martilyo niya eh nalaglag ang martilyo niya sa ilog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umiyak siya at lumitaw yung guardian angel niya,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"tutulungan kita, Jojo"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...sabay lundag sa ilog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lumabas ito na me hawak na gold hammer,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ito ba ang martilyo mo?"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hindi po"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lundag uli ang anghel at lumitaw na me silver hammer, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ito ba?"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hindi po"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lundag uli sa ilog ang anghel at lumitaw na me ordinary hammer,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ito ba?"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Opo" ...natuwa ang anghel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dahil honest ka, bukod sa martilyo mo, sa'yo na rin ang gold and silver hammer"... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makaraan ang ilang araw, naglalakad si Jojo sa ilog at kasama ang misis niya. Eh sa katangahan, nalaglag si misis sa ilog...iyak si Jojo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Litaw si guardian angel, "tutulungan kita"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sabay lundag sa ilog at ng lumitaw eh kasama si Diana Zubiri,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ito ba ang misis mo?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...sagot si Jojo, "opo".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..nagalit si anghel,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"sinungaling ka. Akala ko pa naman mabait ka"... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nag- reason-out si Jojo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"sorry po, angel...kasi kapag sinabi kong 'Hindi', eh lulundag ka uli sa tubig at pag-litaw mo eh kasama mo si Katrina Halili. At pag sinabi ko uli na hindi siya ang asawa ko, eh lulundag ka uli at ang tunay na misis ko na ang kasama mo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At dahil sa kabaitan ko, eh ibibigay mo din sa akin sina Diana at Katrina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mahirap lang po ako at hindi ko kaya ang me tatlong asawa, kaya 'Yes' na lang ang sinagot ko nung una."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaya lang naman nagsi-sinungaling ang mga lalaki eh for a good and noble reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-7422918495993207095?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/7422918495993207095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=7422918495993207095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/7422918495993207095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/7422918495993207095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/07/karpintero-itong-si-jojo-at-isang-araw.html' title='Ito nga ba ang alamat kung bakit nagsi-sinungaling ang mga lalaki...?'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160508067198867732.post-6079355479643569886</id><published>2008-07-09T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:42:58.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Morning friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit embarrassing really, but because of my current situation (debts, etc.), there will be a garage sale on Saturday, July 12, in our house. (If you're going to come, let me know and I'll e-mail you my home address and the directions as well).&lt;br /&gt;I am finding it a bit difficult with money at the moment. I’ve therefore decided to have a garage sale and hopeful I'll make some money.&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a photo of my excess stuff, so if you see anything you like, please let me know as soon as possible so I can reserve it for you, or give you special viewing of the items, assuming the PRICE is RIGHT [see image below].&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can make it - counting on your SUPPORT. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nakakahiya pero I really have to do this… Thanks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SHVosFmmTzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OxZQtIlJz7Q/s1600-h/items+for+sale.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SHVpBexUMCI/AAAAAAAAABE/4FtiDnUJ3Po/s1600-h/items+for+sale.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194817166651426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SHVpBexUMCI/AAAAAAAAABE/4FtiDnUJ3Po/s320/items+for+sale.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160508067198867732-6079355479643569886?l=kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/feeds/6079355479643569886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160508067198867732&amp;postID=6079355479643569886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/6079355479643569886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160508067198867732/posts/default/6079355479643569886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwentongkutchero.blogspot.com/2008/07/garage-sale.html' title='Garage sale'/><author><name>Cutedanger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031895996998963811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06717212308226679601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hqyhCmI-sc4/SHVpBexUMCI/AAAAAAAAABE/4FtiDnUJ3Po/s72-c/items+for+sale.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>