<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:38:12.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From A Fool</title><subtitle type='html'>A freak of nature, a freak of life...
 A whole lot of freak under the sun and sky...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-113375750552133039</id><published>2005-12-04T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:42:45.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"If she doesn't give a sh*t about you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then it's just fair if you won't give a d*mn 'bout her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't get lost on thoughts of her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just in your heart give her a corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For you shouldn't lose hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;until you or she gets married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who knows, perhaps she really is the "one".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But for the mean time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;set your eyes free and let it roam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't miss out on others whom you might deserve. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don't know, i just had this thought when i was on my way to the office this morning. maybe because there's this lady that seems to be bugging me... in my thoughts and even in my dreams. i don't know why... am i falling for her..??? i know i don't love her.., and i do know that i shouldn't... but a lady like that is just hard to ignore... hard to dislike... and quite tough not to love... no.., this isn't like others where i don't exist in her world... she knows i exists.., she knows i'm here... but what she doesn't know is that she bugs me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yes, i know.. i shouldn't... but why do i expect a reply from her everytime i send her messages??? why am i hoping that she'd call me when she said she will??? and why am i always longing to see her??? could this be..... NO!!!! I SHOULDN'T..! I WON'T..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this time on, i won't be sending messages to her anymore.., i would give her a call no more... i'll try to stay away and let this drift us apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-113375750552133039?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/113375750552133039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=113375750552133039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/113375750552133039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/113375750552133039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-112649334379969798</id><published>2005-09-12T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:49:03.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From a Fool: On Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend accepts you despite your flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A true friend accepts you and comments your faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to help you become a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-112649334379969798?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/112649334379969798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=112649334379969798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112649334379969798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112649334379969798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/09/thoughts-from-fool-on-friendship.html' title='Thoughts From a Fool: On Friendship'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-112562131856684093</id><published>2005-09-02T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T17:35:18.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What now..?</title><content type='html'>So you've graduated and have been employed.&lt;br /&gt;So you earn your cash to spend at last.&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough, are you content..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a raise but not that much.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a job with little task.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, do you enjoy it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you've got your friends.&lt;br /&gt;But where are they..?&lt;br /&gt;What hapeened..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You banged the door and cried out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, nobody's home.&lt;br /&gt;What now..? What's next..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to go out, you want to chill.&lt;br /&gt;Take a break and see a reel.&lt;br /&gt;So you go alone. How does it feel..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're single and all alone.&lt;br /&gt;You smile and seem to enjoy it though.&lt;br /&gt;But could you be happy despite being empty..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your life you've paid a cost.&lt;br /&gt;All those years, time was lost.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, was it all to waste..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all got something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Yet everything has it's own end too.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't how long, how far, or how fast the journey was.&lt;br /&gt;It's about how you did, what you did,&lt;br /&gt;And all the mem'ries that you'll leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-112562131856684093?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/112562131856684093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=112562131856684093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112562131856684093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112562131856684093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-now.html' title='What now..?'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-112554928867512096</id><published>2005-09-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:07:34.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From a Fool: On Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Death is a natural thing that'll come to everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be not afraid of it. The moment it gets you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have served your life's worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be ashamed to die until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have won something for humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-112554928867512096?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/112554928867512096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=112554928867512096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112554928867512096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112554928867512096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/09/thoughts-from-fool-on-death.html' title='Thoughts From a Fool: On Death'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-112496062062934118</id><published>2005-08-25T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:50:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From a Fool: On Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expectations and hopes simply cause disappointment..,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contentment and satisfaction brings joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A person asking for nothing more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a person of no frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-112496062062934118?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/112496062062934118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=112496062062934118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112496062062934118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112496062062934118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts-from-fool-on-contentment.html' title='Thoughts From a Fool: On Contentment'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-112487682584309319</id><published>2005-08-24T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T02:47:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From a Fool: On Ways of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't it weird how people rush their lives as if on a race.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and yet they'd do everything for a delay..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-112487682584309319?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/112487682584309319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=112487682584309319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112487682584309319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112487682584309319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts-from-fool-on-ways-of-life.html' title='Thoughts From a Fool: On Ways of Life'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-112443507367500296</id><published>2005-08-19T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:04:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From a Fool: On Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreams are nothing but illusions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;materializing from your thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeding on your hopes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confusing you with the comfort of fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and agony of reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-112443507367500296?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/112443507367500296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=112443507367500296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112443507367500296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112443507367500296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts-from-fool-on-dreams.html' title='Thoughts From a Fool: On Dreams'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-112346365817276534</id><published>2005-08-08T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:14:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite a While Huh????</title><content type='html'>it's been ages right???&lt;br /&gt;well I'm back, yet still no updates 'bout me...&lt;br /&gt;just the same old me, single and carefree...&lt;br /&gt;as if i'd give a damn 'bout it..!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, i'm back in makati now.., MSE to be exact...&lt;br /&gt;been here for some two months now...&lt;br /&gt;and still go home to bulacan everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's bothering now...&lt;br /&gt;not quite sure what...&lt;br /&gt;heck it ain't something 'bout me being single.., 'coz as what i've said...&lt;br /&gt;'i don't give a damn 'bout it.'&lt;br /&gt;i think it's me not being content with my current job/work...&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling what others do... "overworked"..!&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm just a newbie in this part of life...&lt;br /&gt;but being a neophyte doesn't mean that i must be overworked&lt;br /&gt;and get underpaid...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being stuck it this life's so-called 'rat race'...&lt;br /&gt;laboring hard for an amount just enough for my subsistence...&lt;br /&gt;i know, you feel this too... heck, most people do..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an observation on freakin' commuting life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever walked from greenbelt to the train station via landmark, glorietta, and sm??? don't you find security checks and bag checks on the landmark-glorietta second floor-border, and glorietta-sm second floor-border quite useless.?! right.., they are pointless..! i mean could there be another securityless-point of entry when passing through this border??? none..! they just another point of delays..! there was even this time that people are jammed on the escalator, the one heading for the glorietta-sm second floor-border, and yet the security guards kept yelling that &lt;em&gt;"isang linya lang po"... &lt;/em&gt;heck.., people are already colliding like pieces of dominoes on the escalator upper-landing and they'd still want to keep a single file??! HOW INDIFFERENT! HOW NAIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you experienced boarding the train during rush hours..?&lt;br /&gt;a train provided by a company that say's that their purpose is to be of good service...&lt;br /&gt;well if they really are to serve, they shouldn't care much about their profit...&lt;br /&gt;i mean,  why can't they do proper adjustments in their trains' time during rush hour&lt;br /&gt;so as to avoid crowding..? a train every minute or two on the stations ain't that much of a cost...&lt;br /&gt;but it sure is a lot to people's ease and convenience...&lt;br /&gt;but if the train company can't make something 'bout this.., why not try to impliment a some kind of displine on the stations... like by making passengers queue..? this way crowding, jamming (and even slamming!) while trying to board can be avoided... one more thing, just an observation.., but this has nothing to do with the train administration... why can't men sacrifice to offer seats to the ladies..? i mean, the train ride is just a few minutes (half an hour the most), then why can't they just stand.., when we all know that most ladies boarding the train at rush hours wear those high-heeled shoes that's quite an agony for the feet when standing on a prolonged period of time... where are your manners dude???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.., i've got'ta go... but i'm telling you.., there's more to come... until then..!Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-112346365817276534?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/112346365817276534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=112346365817276534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112346365817276534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/112346365817276534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/08/quite-while-huh.html' title='Quite a While Huh????'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-111406457103194670</id><published>2005-04-21T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:22:51.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha... long time no blog..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's been ages and still got nothing to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;except that i was able to save lieu hours enough to give me a two week vacation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;unluckily i ain't allowed to use them consecutively... oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at least i got a few days-off once in a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's summer, and still haven't gone to the beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not even to a pool resort..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's been ages since i last went out with college friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mom, once told me that i should get a body massage for at least twice a month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sure.... but that'll cost me some good bucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my sis-in-law is now 5 month pregnant..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a few more weeks and we'd know if it's a boy or girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;which reminds me..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wonder if my couz' delivered her baby now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;new 'bout me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nothing... still single, and doesn't give a damn about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;come what may.., come those who dare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-111406457103194670?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/111406457103194670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=111406457103194670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/111406457103194670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/111406457103194670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again..!'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-111136262173671043</id><published>2005-03-21T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T15:50:21.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My so-called 'L.I.F.E.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;it's monday again, and how i dislike mondays..! well at least i've only got to go to work for just three days today. it's holy week, and at long last, a longer vacation..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a chat with an old friend yesterday. it sure was fun to look back at the past and laugh at things that used to be serious. along with that conversation, we tackled on you know... that 'L.O.V.E.' thing... me still being alone... no girlfriend, no flings, no flirts, no special lady... nothing. not even a 'LIFE'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'coz my day's a routine. wake up at half past four, prepare myself, take a two and a half ride to work. get stuck in front of a computer for 8 long hours or so, then another two and a half hour ride for home, eat my dinner, watch a little t.v. then sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i do for five days in a row. it only varies when i fail to wake up that early, then i would have to take a train to work. aside from that, nothing more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;tignan mo, pare, pano ka magkkagirlfriend nyan???'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a question right??? i ask my self that too... well i guess it's a matter of priority... for now i'm into saving up.., if not spending for myself. and besides.., i do believe i have this 2-by-2 curse... in love for two years, then no love for the next, then in love again, then nothing... well it's a cycle actually... so for this year until the up coming year.., it's no love for me... just my plain old alone me... will that curse fade??? i don't know... who knows right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.., i've got to go... have to do my job now... geesh.., and i thought i'll be a software engineer.., but i turned out to be a 'reverse engineer'... at least there's that 'engineer' word.. hehe.. so.. 'till next blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-111136262173671043?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/111136262173671043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=111136262173671043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/111136262173671043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/111136262173671043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-so-called-life.html' title='My so-called &apos;L.I.F.E.&apos;'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110992874689079197</id><published>2005-03-04T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T01:32:26.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sheesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;have to stay overtime today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;got some deliverables to accomplish for tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how'd i get the time to blog???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well.., got to kill time 'til i receive the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;final comment on my task &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;before the final consolidation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;something new??? something to tell???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well... none i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;except that i discovered this kiosk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD for this kiosk..!&lt;br /&gt;'cause my pc has been transfered to another network&lt;br /&gt;where there were a lot of restrictions...&lt;br /&gt;and i dare not try to surf the net for&lt;br /&gt;i may enter some sites that are prohibited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well.. gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;oh.. one more thing...,&lt;br /&gt;i was glad that i was able to divert my thoughts from&lt;br /&gt;the 'EMPTINESS' that i think am feeling...&lt;br /&gt;thank the project for such a busy day...&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though comes afew moments&lt;br /&gt;that reality bites me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.., i have to go...&lt;br /&gt;'til then..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110992874689079197?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110992874689079197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110992874689079197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110992874689079197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110992874689079197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/03/today.html' title='Today..!'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110972349204401406</id><published>2005-03-02T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:31:32.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the freak.??!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what's with me..?&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel this again.?&lt;br /&gt;am i empty..?&lt;br /&gt;do i really long for somebody now..?&lt;br /&gt;who could that be???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already narrowed my world now...&lt;br /&gt;i've avoided going out at nights...&lt;br /&gt;kept from hanging around...&lt;br /&gt;made myself busy with home movies,&lt;br /&gt;my guitar, and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;locked myself at home...&lt;br /&gt;deprived myself of messengers and friendster...&lt;br /&gt;pulled me out of the 'big-wide-world'&lt;br /&gt;and just mingled with my tiny circles of friends...&lt;br /&gt;(though they don't seem to care anymore..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't want my mind to be floating around again...&lt;br /&gt;wondrin' of a person who doesn't even care that i exist...&lt;br /&gt;never again would i make a fool of myself for such a shallow cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do feel this way now???&lt;br /&gt;has cold finally taken it's toll..?&lt;br /&gt;am i really empty..???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110972349204401406?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110972349204401406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110972349204401406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110972349204401406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110972349204401406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-freak.html' title='What the freak.??!!??'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110963464214652180</id><published>2005-03-01T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:04:28.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday...&lt;br /&gt;its holiday...&lt;br /&gt;19th anniv of the edsa revolution...&lt;br /&gt;so as expected..,&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in bed 'til an hour past lunch...&lt;br /&gt;and glued my self to home movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite unproductive...&lt;br /&gt;except that i drove my sister to the supermaket...&lt;br /&gt;and that's all there was on my friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;wke up early... had to go to the office...&lt;br /&gt;were kinda rushing things there...&lt;br /&gt;came in at 7:30 and left at 7...&lt;br /&gt;so nothing much to tell 'bout that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday... at last..!&lt;br /&gt;the day i've been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;why you may ask..??&lt;br /&gt;well we have this some kinda 'reunion' with my Jimenez clan...&lt;br /&gt;was looking forward to it...&lt;br /&gt;though i didn't expect that we were that 'BIG'..,&lt;br /&gt;and still with others missing...&lt;br /&gt;met some relatives...&lt;br /&gt;got to mingle with them for a little...&lt;br /&gt;t'was only then when i knew that i was one&lt;br /&gt;of the youngest in our generation...&lt;br /&gt;and those others who are at my age bracket&lt;br /&gt;were my nieces and nephews... sheesh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great fun that day...&lt;br /&gt;in the late afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;had a 'jammin' session with my brother and my cousin priest...&lt;br /&gt;others just sang along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really glad that day...&lt;br /&gt;meeting those people within my family tree...&lt;br /&gt;wish i could keep in touch with them...&lt;br /&gt;and kinda hang-out with them...&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;had to get my task done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110963464214652180?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110963464214652180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110963464214652180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110963464214652180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110963464214652180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend..!'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110862915694625810</id><published>2005-02-17T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:23:13.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Hell-week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello again..!&lt;br /&gt;wodrin' why this entry's titled that way???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call this wek a hell-week for haven't got enough sleep...&lt;br /&gt;i had to stay at the office overtime...&lt;br /&gt;had to finish tasks that are due on that very same day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;left the office at i think 'round 8:30...&lt;br /&gt;guess what.., i came home 'round 10:30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerterday.., that's wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;woke up at about 6 am... then&lt;br /&gt;left the office at around 10:30...&lt;br /&gt;and got home at shocking 12 in the midnight..!&lt;br /&gt;compared to my team-mates.., that's early...&lt;br /&gt;they left at midnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today...&lt;br /&gt;woke up 'round 6:30 am...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'll be goin home late...&lt;br /&gt;maybe not anymore..&lt;br /&gt;for i have finished what's due for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do i do now???&lt;br /&gt;i'll be picking up those tasks that&lt;br /&gt;i have dropped a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well....&lt;br /&gt;at least i won't have to work overtime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110862915694625810?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110862915694625810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110862915694625810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110862915694625810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110862915694625810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/02/office-hell-week.html' title='Office Hell-week'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110846413900358804</id><published>2005-02-15T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:22:27.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job.... sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi..! it's been a while huh..?!&lt;br /&gt;wondrin how i got the time to blog again eh.!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.., i'm stuck here at the office...&lt;br /&gt;no task, no job, no nothing...&lt;br /&gt;just finished doing them...&lt;br /&gt;so why am still here you may ask..&lt;br /&gt;am here waitin for some comments on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oopss gotta go.. got to finish this na..&lt;br /&gt;just received the comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110846413900358804?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110846413900358804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110846413900358804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110846413900358804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110846413900358804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-job-sigh.html' title='My Job.... sigh...'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110739636958121269</id><published>2005-02-02T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:06:09.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom in the Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello..!&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a while huh..?!&lt;br /&gt;but still i got nothing new to say...&lt;br /&gt;except that i've been assigned to a project..&lt;br /&gt;and guess what..? it's in ortigas...&lt;br /&gt;and worst.., it's a COBOL based project...&lt;br /&gt;had to read, analyze and document&lt;br /&gt;such codes which are quite long and complicated...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been spending most of my weekend&lt;br /&gt;watching movies at home...&lt;br /&gt;still life's the same...&lt;br /&gt;with no one special...&lt;br /&gt;quite a bore huh..??&lt;br /&gt;but hey..! i'm happier this way..!&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let's just say that i'm quite content&lt;br /&gt;with a life of less complication and thoughts..,&lt;br /&gt;nights when i can sleep soundly&lt;br /&gt;thinking nothing 'bout any emotion...&lt;br /&gt;i'm in that state called 'worry-free'..!&lt;br /&gt;got to spend my little earnings for myself..&lt;br /&gt;and use more phone credits for my family and other important deals&lt;br /&gt;rather than spending it on 'senseless communication'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know... i know...&lt;br /&gt;you're thinking that i am just being bitter...&lt;br /&gt;that i've cursed that so-called 'blissful feeling'&lt;br /&gt;for i've been downed by it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what..?!&lt;br /&gt;i ain't being bitter.., am just being practical...&lt;br /&gt;am just letting my brain rule than being ruled by my heart...&lt;br /&gt;well you see.., i do believe that there's a time for everything...&lt;br /&gt;so why rush into being in love when the present time calls&lt;br /&gt;for self-awareness and self-care...&lt;br /&gt;i mean.., do love yourself first&lt;br /&gt;than loving anybody else while forgetting about yourself...&lt;br /&gt;right??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides...&lt;br /&gt;why narrow yourself down on to one person..,&lt;br /&gt;when you aren't even sure if such deed is being reciprocated...&lt;br /&gt;why sure it is nice to be in love... but ain't it better&lt;br /&gt;when you are loved back.???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a whole big world out there...&lt;br /&gt;why focus on just one person...&lt;br /&gt;it is the picture that is to be seen and appreciated..,&lt;br /&gt;not the detail that comprises it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don't know if this makes sense, it's what's running in my mind as of the moment i'm doing this... just feel free to give me a question, comment, or violent reaction... yo know how to reach me... hehe... enjoy your day..!Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110739636958121269?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110739636958121269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110739636958121269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110739636958121269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110739636958121269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/02/boredom-in-office.html' title='Boredom in the Office'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110618697537940650</id><published>2005-01-19T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T18:09:35.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So make the best of this test, and don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110618697537940650?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110618697537940650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110618697537940650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110618697537940650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110618697537940650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/01/good-riddance-time-of-your-life.html' title='Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110603993575352274</id><published>2005-01-18T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:08:35.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And finally the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking out, looking back across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to find a meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knowing that I just left it all behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still I smell a lingering softness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where did she go, how did she go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna know that she'll be coming here to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without you I'll never feel the love inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on, you know that we belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on, come on, come on, come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thinking back before her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never knew the meaning of alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still the flag is feeling foreign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I live the day to escape into a phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of a world not real then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where did she go, how did she go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna know that she'll be coming here to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause shes sharp for kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my heart misses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's coming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's coming here to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm needing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desiring to kiss her now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm living for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breathing for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singing for her fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110603993575352274?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110603993575352274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110603993575352274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110603993575352274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110603993575352274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/01/come-on.html' title='Come On'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110553654486264707</id><published>2005-01-12T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:35:09.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Freak's the Matter With Me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got home 'round 830 today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just had my dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really don't know what's gotten into me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel so low.., down and lonely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was it because of the song i heard this afternoon???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was it because it reminded of a movie???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a movie about a good love story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a movie that could move you..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and kind'a make your heart melt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was it really beacuse of that song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the movie linked to it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe... i just don't quite know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe it's because i really am empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perhaps the 'other' me is somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;making it's way through my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe.., just maybe..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm tired of living this life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this lonely life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm tired of being alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(parang kanta un ah.?! hehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but what could i do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i haven't found 'her' yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haven't crossed roads with 'her'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or have i???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe 'she's' just somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'round there, by the corner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perhaps i have seen 'her'..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we may have been acquianted..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i could've passed 'her' on the sidewalk..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could i have missed my chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(parang kanta ulit un ah.?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;still... how do i know it's 'her'???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how would i know that it's time to take action???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that it's for 'her'... that it's now or never???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well i guess that song really got me..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that 'love bug' bit me..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but hey..! how could that be.?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i ain't in love..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and besides.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am nothing more than a freak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am me..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110553654486264707?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110553654486264707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110553654486264707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110553654486264707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110553654486264707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-freaks-matter-with-me.html' title='What the Freak&apos;s the Matter With Me???'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110548816960772732</id><published>2005-01-12T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T16:02:49.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember... Recall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's only wednesday&lt;br /&gt;yet i seem to have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;my past weekend...&lt;br /&gt;argh.. guess my memory's turning low now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just try to recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;hadn't been of much help at home...&lt;br /&gt;woke up late.., 'til lunch that is...&lt;br /&gt;just hanged round our house...&lt;br /&gt;couldn't remember things i did to pass time...&lt;br /&gt;i was useful at one moment..,&lt;br /&gt;went to a water station and refilled&lt;br /&gt;two 5 gallon containers for our drinking water...&lt;br /&gt;(i asked my mom what i did that day, that's what she said)&lt;br /&gt;aside from that.., i guess i did nothing more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;woke up late again...&lt;br /&gt;if it hadn't been for my mom calling&lt;br /&gt;and asking me to open our house's door for her..,&lt;br /&gt;i would've woken up later...&lt;br /&gt;did nothing fruitful again...&lt;br /&gt;ate quite a late breakfast at an aunt's place...&lt;br /&gt;(mom and aunt aren't in good terms...&lt;br /&gt;a family friend that is a nun was trying to fix the problem...&lt;br /&gt;that's why we were asked to eat at my aunt's place..)&lt;br /&gt;well i that encounter didn't fix things up...&lt;br /&gt;(how'd you expect a problem that has been going on&lt;br /&gt;for 2 years be settled with just one sitting..????)&lt;br /&gt;o well.., after taking a meal...&lt;br /&gt;we (mom and me) drove off to Baliuag...&lt;br /&gt;today's objective...; to buy a washing machine...&lt;br /&gt;we've bargained on different appliance stores...&lt;br /&gt;but after a whole afternoon of searching and bargaining...,&lt;br /&gt;we came home empty handed... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday....&lt;br /&gt;my kind'a usual 'working' day...&lt;br /&gt;err... should i call it 'office' day...&lt;br /&gt;(can't consider things as work yet...)&lt;br /&gt;i've tried something on these days...&lt;br /&gt;different from what i usually do on my home...&lt;br /&gt;boarding the 630 bus to Baliuag at the park square station..,&lt;br /&gt;and arriving home 'round 9 - 930...&lt;br /&gt;well for a change... i took the MRT..,&lt;br /&gt;got off at the Araneta station..,&lt;br /&gt;took an 'FX' (which was really a van and not an FX)&lt;br /&gt;to Baliuag... and guess what the difference i did made..??!!&lt;br /&gt;i came home about an hour earlier than usual..!&lt;br /&gt;mom's kind'a surprised last monday...&lt;br /&gt;me arriving home.., and she hadn't prepared dinner yet...&lt;br /&gt;but it was okay... got more time to spend at home now...&lt;br /&gt;than spending it on the road aboard a bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;same as yesterday... 'office' day...&lt;br /&gt;but i encountered quite a minor problem...&lt;br /&gt;(which could be a serious one., hadn't it been for luck..)&lt;br /&gt;my MS word application broke down..&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i've lost all the documents that i have been working on...&lt;br /&gt;but for some stoke of luck... i was able to recover not one...&lt;br /&gt;not two... but all of documents..!&lt;br /&gt;all it took was a few restarts... and patience...&lt;br /&gt;see.. 'patience is a virtue..!' hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon arriving home...&lt;br /&gt;mom and i made some pictorials on our yard...&lt;br /&gt;just to capture our decorations...&lt;br /&gt;and have something to send to my dad...&lt;br /&gt;and show him what our yard looked like last Christmas..,&lt;br /&gt;and what came out of mom's construction 'projects'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. that's what i can only recall...&lt;br /&gt;oh.. one more thing... was able to save a few bucks&lt;br /&gt;last Monday and Tuesday... found this really cheap lunch...&lt;br /&gt;now that's something good to tell about... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading...!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110548816960772732?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110548816960772732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110548816960772732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110548816960772732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110548816960772732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/01/remember-recall.html' title='Remember... Recall...'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110489711505180758</id><published>2005-01-05T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T15:57:09.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Thing About Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello..!&lt;br /&gt;just wanna share a thing 'bout yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't just another ordinary day...&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was boarding a bus... when..&lt;br /&gt;i messaged my mom that&lt;br /&gt;i'm on my way home,&lt;br /&gt;and asked what's for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me that she's at her friend's birthday celebration...&lt;br /&gt;and that i'd better go there and have my dinner there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. that was where i went...&lt;br /&gt;met the celebrant and her visitors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when everything became un-ordinary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met two good-looking ladies..! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;they were her (celebrant) neices...&lt;br /&gt;one of them was the one that i really liked...&lt;br /&gt;she's just soooo pretty... though she's kind'a too slim...&lt;br /&gt;and really looks younger than her age...&lt;br /&gt;the other... well...&lt;br /&gt;it was just our first meeting...&lt;br /&gt;didn't even know her name nor her age..&lt;br /&gt;but damn she's pretty too..!&lt;br /&gt;she's fleshy.., and really looks good when she smiles...&lt;br /&gt;one thing in common with them...??&lt;br /&gt;their both light-complexioned..,&lt;br /&gt;and there's something about their faces&lt;br /&gt;that i really like...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the cheeks..,&lt;br /&gt;maybe the eyes..,&lt;br /&gt;maybe the lips...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what...&lt;br /&gt;but what i'm sure of is that..&lt;br /&gt;they're too pretty..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;i never did have the chance to chat with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was not formally aquianted with them..&lt;/div&gt;and that they hanged 'round with their cousins...&lt;br /&gt;(their cousins are close friends of ours)&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i've only got a slim chance of seeing them again...&lt;br /&gt;and to get close and hang with them...&lt;br /&gt;on thursday... they'd be going back to australia...&lt;br /&gt;to the place where they kind'a grew up...&lt;br /&gt;far from here.... away from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110489711505180758?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110489711505180758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110489711505180758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110489711505180758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110489711505180758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/01/nice-thing-about-yesterday.html' title='Nice Thing About Yesterday'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110482999976607643</id><published>2005-01-04T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T15:58:22.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Ordinary Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;day is almost over..&lt;br /&gt;spent it again in the office..&lt;br /&gt;but at least i did something of worth today...&lt;br /&gt;just did a job for our internal project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that tasks was given..,&lt;br /&gt;well.. you would see the usual me...&lt;br /&gt;the non-working me...&lt;br /&gt;blankly staring at the monitor&lt;br /&gt;as if i was reading something...&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing unusual happened...&lt;br /&gt;no thoughts to share as of now...&lt;br /&gt;no stories to tell...&lt;br /&gt;t'was just a plain day...&lt;br /&gt;quite a simple day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. but there's something new..&lt;br /&gt;just knew aboput an officemate today..&lt;br /&gt;just don't know if we'd be in better terms...&lt;br /&gt;but we've quite interacted...&lt;br /&gt;but just on the messenger though..,&lt;br /&gt;not personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;office hours' almost over...&lt;br /&gt;i'll be on my home again..,&lt;br /&gt;hope i'll come earlier than usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110482999976607643?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110482999976607643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110482999976607643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110482999976607643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110482999976607643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-another-ordinary-day.html' title='Just Another Ordinary Day'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110471916338643679</id><published>2005-01-03T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T15:53:37.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR'S BREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;back to work again...&lt;br /&gt;no more vacations and holidays to expect..&lt;br /&gt;'til the holy week comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a very hectic vacation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 30th of december,&lt;br /&gt;grandma's cousin celebrated her&lt;br /&gt;65th birthday at our place..&lt;br /&gt;had to prepare this and that..&lt;br /&gt;fix things in and around the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party started at lunch..&lt;br /&gt;and ended quite late at night...&lt;br /&gt;don't really know what time&lt;br /&gt;coz i went out with my H.S. friends..&lt;br /&gt;just tried to catch up with each other..&lt;br /&gt;with a couple of chows and beer...&lt;br /&gt;went home round 2am and slept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 31st... woke up early..&lt;br /&gt;put-up a table by the 'tiangge' nearby..&lt;br /&gt;tried to sell some fireworks and crackers&lt;br /&gt;with a cousin...&lt;br /&gt;(kinda' business minded)&lt;br /&gt;after that selling thing..&lt;br /&gt;restored the order of our yard..,&lt;br /&gt;kept the tables and chairs&lt;br /&gt;which were used at yesterday's party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, went to Baliuag&lt;br /&gt;stopped by an atm.. got some cash of course..&lt;br /&gt;my mom and sis bought some groceries for our 'media noche'..&lt;br /&gt;i together with a neighbor looked for some 'kalburo'&lt;br /&gt;(those gray stones that react with water)..&lt;br /&gt;by the time we got home..&lt;br /&gt;bought some 'bumbong ng kawayan' fit enough to make a cannon...&lt;br /&gt;sawed and holed it for hours...&lt;br /&gt;got pretty exhausted.. but it was worth it..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's eve was fun...&lt;br /&gt;saw amazing fireworks in the sky..&lt;br /&gt;heard a whole lot of bangs from crackers...&lt;br /&gt;and ahem... my cannon really made a &lt;strong&gt;bang&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;neighbors can't believe it was JUST a 'bumbong'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY 1st..! happy new year..!&lt;br /&gt;woke up past noon... at last caught some sleep..!&lt;br /&gt;had a late lunch at home...&lt;br /&gt;a cousin messaged me and we met up at our aunt's place..&lt;br /&gt;had a second round of lunch...&lt;br /&gt;a shabu-shabu... jimenez-garcia clan style...&lt;br /&gt;had a good 'seafood soup', (don't know what to call it)&lt;br /&gt;some roast beef steak, a fried salmon, some salmon sausages,&lt;br /&gt;a glass or two of rich red wine...&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all of... a yummy tiramisu..!&lt;br /&gt;all of which were prepared by my cousins...&lt;br /&gt;that meal stuffed me and really made my day..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was set to drive for my sister and her H.S. friends...&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch a movie and kinda hang-out with them...&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately.., a change of plans came in...&lt;br /&gt;mom called and we'd be going to Pampanga...&lt;br /&gt;so.. my sister and i just fetched her friends&lt;br /&gt;and they just hanged round our place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drove the whole afternoon... and still til evening...&lt;br /&gt;arrived at fontana at around 7pm...&lt;br /&gt;being there ain't that bad at all..&lt;br /&gt;got to eat up, hang with cousins (mom's side)..&lt;br /&gt;and an allowance.., c/o my uncle...&lt;br /&gt;thought we'd be going to the casino...&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately.., we didn't...&lt;br /&gt;my mom played mahjong&lt;br /&gt;together with her sister, 'hipag', and aunt..&lt;br /&gt;my uncle and his three sons just played cards all night 'til 3 i think...&lt;br /&gt;me..? well... to kill the time...&lt;br /&gt;played scrabble with my cousin's wife...&lt;br /&gt;slept at round 2am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY 2nd... yawn..!&lt;br /&gt;woke up early... 7:30am that is..&lt;br /&gt;ate a couple of bread slices and a meat loaf..&lt;br /&gt;drove home that early...&lt;br /&gt;fixed my self up then drove again...&lt;br /&gt;back to Pampanga.. but this time to my&lt;br /&gt;sister-in-law's place...&lt;br /&gt;to meet her family and formally ask for her hand..&lt;br /&gt;(though they already got married)&lt;br /&gt;'pamamanhikan' as we call it..&lt;br /&gt;had lunch there and stayed for a couple of hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that...&lt;br /&gt;drove for my sister to her boarding house&lt;br /&gt;at valenzuela...&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a long drive in NLEX,&lt;br /&gt;and a boring one...&lt;br /&gt;all you see is the same sight of greenery...&lt;br /&gt;driving at an almost constant speed...&lt;br /&gt;yawn...&lt;br /&gt;well at least there was no traffic jam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost there...&lt;br /&gt;when the topic was about my brother...&lt;br /&gt;tried not to speak... but unluckily..&lt;br /&gt;from nowhere... i blurted out things...&lt;br /&gt;feelings that i have been long keeping..&lt;br /&gt;the unequality i see at home...&lt;br /&gt;my brother being my mom's favored child...&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities, tasks, and chores that my brother evaded...&lt;br /&gt;my anger 'bout my his selfish act..,&lt;br /&gt;of getting married..&lt;br /&gt;him of trying to cut his ties with our family...&lt;br /&gt;him of forgetting that he too has a responsibility&lt;br /&gt;for our parents... that he'd have to help&lt;br /&gt;save up for mom and dad's old age...&lt;br /&gt;the we'd have to let them have a taste of the&lt;br /&gt;'GOOD LIFE'...&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. COULD THAT BE POSSIBLE NOW..???!!&lt;br /&gt;WILL HE BE OF ANY HELP NOW..??!!!&lt;br /&gt;now that he was married and soon be having a baby????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just lost the brother i once knew...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe.., that responsible brother i had was just&lt;br /&gt;my wishful thinking... that i never really had 'one'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really exhausted..&lt;br /&gt;had just a few hours of sleep...&lt;br /&gt;been behind the wheel&lt;br /&gt;for almost the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home at 'round 8pm...&lt;br /&gt;fixed myself for bed...&lt;br /&gt;and at long last went to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY 3rd... HAPPY BIRHTDAY GRANDMA..!&lt;br /&gt;now... i'm here sitting by my&lt;br /&gt;workstation at the offfice..&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a long day...&lt;br /&gt;quite a long day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110471916338643679?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110471916338643679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110471916338643679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110471916338643679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110471916338643679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-break.html' title='NEW YEAR&apos;S BREAK'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110350656737566821</id><published>2004-12-20T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:47:58.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday Hassle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;good monday..!&lt;br /&gt;(though it ain't that good)&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early today...&lt;br /&gt;made it to my usual bus...&lt;br /&gt;came to the office at my usual time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am beginning to feel a bit drowsy again..&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i've got colds...&lt;br /&gt;but this is nothing compared to what i felt yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sunday... woke up early to attend mass...&lt;br /&gt;ate breakfast at a family friend's house...&lt;br /&gt;it's when everything started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this terrible headache along with a fever...&lt;br /&gt;thought i could sleep it off..,&lt;br /&gt;so i slept with pajama, shirt and socks on...&lt;br /&gt;covered myself with a blanket, turned off my fan..&lt;br /&gt;and placed alcohol-soaked cotton balls in my underarm...&lt;br /&gt;to release the rising temperature in my body due to this pesky cold virus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up an hour or two after...&lt;br /&gt;unluckily.., the headache didn't come off..,&lt;br /&gt;but my temperature went down...&lt;br /&gt;thought i'd sneeze myself to release those yucky gooey 'sipon'...&lt;br /&gt;it did lighten my feeling.., but still it worries me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things worst..,&lt;br /&gt;chores are to be done...&lt;br /&gt;our deepwell pump brokedown..,&lt;br /&gt;and provided a very black murky water... 'burak..!'&lt;br /&gt;so our household won't be having water for a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;'til our deepwell is fixed&lt;br /&gt;so... i fecthed water from our neighbor...&lt;br /&gt;filled up two containers that can hold up to 120 kgs of water each...&lt;br /&gt;(imagine how many times would i have to go back and forth to fetch water)&lt;br /&gt;and i'm doing this while having that pesky headache...,&lt;br /&gt;i could even consider it as a migrane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that fetching spree...&lt;br /&gt;my big brother came back home...&lt;br /&gt;he hasn't came home for quite sometime now..&lt;br /&gt;maybe because he's trying to save up...&lt;br /&gt;(he works in a casino in pampanga)...&lt;br /&gt;well.., i was quite glad that he came home..,&lt;br /&gt;at least maybe he could lend a hand on some chores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while eating lunch with my family...&lt;br /&gt;(daddy not included.., he's in california..)&lt;br /&gt;a news came up.., my brother just got married.., civil...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it was just a sick joke... i hope it is...&lt;br /&gt;but by the tone of my brother... he isn't kidding...&lt;br /&gt;i definitely did not feel good about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could he ever do such a thing to our family...&lt;br /&gt;getting married without the knowing of our parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'ate: ba't d mo man lang sinabi kila mommy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kuya: kaya nga secret marriage eh...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... what kind of a devil drove my brother's mind..&lt;br /&gt;that he had decided to marry.., in such an early age..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was quite a dreamer back then...&lt;br /&gt;he planned his future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'if i were to marry, i should already have my own house,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a big savings account, a car, and a stable job..'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the words he told me when i asked him&lt;br /&gt;when we were both in college...&lt;br /&gt;i somehow looked up to him then...&lt;br /&gt;but where was that dreamer.., that planner i knew..????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he only achieved now was a car...&lt;br /&gt;that is on monthly installment.., with years to fully pay for it...&lt;br /&gt;though his job can sustain it and a few of his wants..,&lt;br /&gt;will it be enough to house and raise a family..???&lt;br /&gt;and besides.., he only knew the girl for just a little over a year...&lt;br /&gt;so how the heck did he know that she was the &lt;strong&gt;'one'&lt;/strong&gt;..???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't even able to help mom and dad save up for their old age...&lt;br /&gt;he didn't even think of fulfilling our parents' dreams of having a really good life..&lt;br /&gt;yes.., he hands over a few bucks to my mom for some expenses..,&lt;br /&gt;but now that he is married.., will he still give some..???&lt;br /&gt;that i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i ain't in the position to yack and nag at my big brother...&lt;br /&gt;to tell him of things... to show him his faults...&lt;br /&gt;to display my disappointments...&lt;br /&gt;to say what he did was wrong and unjust on our parents...&lt;br /&gt;but i just hope that he'd realize it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all is too late...&lt;br /&gt;he had a civil wedding as he have said on our dining table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope it was a joke...&lt;br /&gt;a very sick joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110350656737566821?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110350656737566821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Two Sided Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have just read a friend's blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i can't heelp but think of how i was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well i guess i was back to my 'other-self'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the numb and senseless person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;who just likes to appreciate the beauty of GOD's creations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and never cared or attempted to somewhat claim one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;guess i just got tired of rejection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got tired of the feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;of loving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but still i contradict myself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'there's a lot of love inside me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a lot of care i wish to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but the only problem is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no one ever dares..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i do guess that deep inside of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i like the thought even the feeling of being 'in-love'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but is just trying to hide and deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for maybe i ain't ready to ache again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm back to the pessimistic me...&lt;br /&gt;the 'indifferent' person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bitter me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just haven't met my new match...&lt;br /&gt;the girl who'd make me, in a good way, shiver and fall...&lt;br /&gt;a girl that could put a smile on face&lt;br /&gt;with just her glance...&lt;br /&gt;the girl who'd reveal the sweeter side of me...&lt;br /&gt;the loving me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know...&lt;br /&gt;but for now.., i'm just trying to live a 'life'...&lt;br /&gt;or so i guess...&lt;br /&gt;if 'living' considers being able to eat and sleep well&lt;br /&gt;with nobody buzzing and bugging my thoughts and dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110318906396367681?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110318906396367681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110318906396367681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110318906396367681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110318906396367681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2004/12/two-sided-me.html' title='Two Sided Me'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110318808541113451</id><published>2004-12-16T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:08:50.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well... it's sixteenth of december...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'simbang gabi' started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wasn't able to attend though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no way can i possibly complete it this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;t'was beacause i came home later than usual last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got caught in a traffic jam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and even stayed awake 'til midnight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got hooked on the oprah winfrey's show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she sure made me laugh last night... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and since i slept late...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i woke up late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wasn't able to get aboard my usual bus.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i had to take the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and walked a long way just to get to the office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;whew.. good thing i came right on time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i even got caught between friends last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;maybe just because we all miss each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that we really wanted to meet and somehow hang around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don't know... i just can't get it why afew wants to hang in private...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not that they don't like the others.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i suppose they just feel a bit akward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the more the merrier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;come what may...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110318808541113451?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110318808541113451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110318808541113451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110318808541113451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110318808541113451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110291871488473037</id><published>2004-12-13T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:23:07.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good 'Ol Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just got in touch with a close friend from college..&lt;br /&gt;can't help but remember the 'good old days'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to hang-out after school...&lt;br /&gt;spending some time with each other...&lt;br /&gt;fooling around and doing some crazy stuff...&lt;br /&gt;moments of great laugh and fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's way more than a month since i've last seen them...&lt;br /&gt;since we've gone out.., together as a group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gues sthat's just how life is...&lt;br /&gt;we've got to live our own lives after graduation..,&lt;br /&gt;be busy with our chosen paths of career...&lt;br /&gt;be it afar from the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just unthinkable that&lt;br /&gt;we seem not to care anymore...&lt;br /&gt;no time for catching-up.., as if we've forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;as if those great days never existed in our life...&lt;br /&gt;as if we've never been close...&lt;br /&gt;like we've never been friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, guys...&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be with you again...&lt;br /&gt;can't we at least relive those 'good old days'..?&lt;br /&gt;can't we spend even just a night to catch-up...&lt;br /&gt;see how everyone is doing..?&lt;br /&gt;and see how we've been.., and how we are..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys...&lt;br /&gt;i'd be far more happy to hang-out with you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110291871488473037?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110291871488473037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110291871488473037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110291871488473037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110291871488473037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-ol-days.html' title='Good &apos;Ol Days'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110268968103918706</id><published>2004-12-10T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T06:46:44.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Ender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's weekend again..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i feel good...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just got a gift cert from our company..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t'was our bonus maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and in a few more days it'll be pay day...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hep hep.., hooray..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess i got nothin' much to say today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;had quite a great day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got my dose of chocolate this late afternoon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and few good laughs from sun 'til moon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that'll be all for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got nothin' more to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'til then.., keep in touch somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'll take my rest for this day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110268968103918706?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110268968103918706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110268968103918706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110268968103918706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110268968103918706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2004/12/week-ender.html' title='Week Ender'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110256332500003366</id><published>2004-12-09T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:41:13.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth For Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a few more days and it's christmas..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;joyous days are here..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't wait to have fun, to pig-out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and feel like a child again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's always this time of the year that i feel a certain joy within me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just a year ago... or so i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i tried to tell her that i like her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;though i did it jokingly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for i thought it was quite my chance to tell her how i feel..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when she, out of nowhere, sighed..;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'malamig na pasko 'to...',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to me and a few classmates while chatting online...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'bakit mo naman nasabi..?', i asked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'kasi alang special someone e... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pero okay lang.., nadyan naman friends and family ko', was her reply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i told myself.., 'this may be my chance.., why not give it a try..?!'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i asked her.., 'kung gusto mo tayo muna..?! kahit this season lang..? hehe..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what was her reply..???? colder than the season..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'heh! tumigil ka nga dyan..!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and since that night.., everytime i'd see her in school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i always teasingly ask her to accept that proposal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just like her then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and never thought of loving and courting her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but such an idiot i was..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i overpushed myself and fell for my own foolishness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just suddenly realized, from out of nowhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i love her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know where...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all i know is that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i loved her sinced then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then came my days of 'gift giving..',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gifts for no occassion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hoping to see even a weak smile on her face..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a sign of appreciation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet i don't know if they were ever appreciated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well... at least i didn't have a 'cold' christmas that year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for i had her as my special special someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just don't know if she felt the warmth she was asking for..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the warmth i tried to offer her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i was ever treated as a 'special someone'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.., i believe not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in no way was i special to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i never will be..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even 'til eternity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110256332500003366?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110256332500003366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110256332500003366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110256332500003366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110256332500003366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2004/12/warmth-for-winter.html' title='Warmth For Winter'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110248028667227148</id><published>2004-12-08T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:38:15.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. here i am again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with thoughts flying by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heard a song just a while ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i can't help but remember a moment of my past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'i love you, always forever'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was the title...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well i do believe i had this thought for a girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unfortunately.., it remained as a thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and was never able to blurt it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'til the feeling was lost... or as i so believe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i guess there were times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i missed the feeling of longing for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i miss the days when i bought chocolates for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;those times i spent digging for mushy quotes to send...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the idea of being sweet and gentle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the feeling that i was 'in love'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it wasn't my fault that i lost the feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i've moved on..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and hid the 'man' in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's a good thing i wasn't able to utter it..;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'i love you, always... forever.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for i guess i don't feel it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet she'll remain special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if only she showed some appreciation for my feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if only she didn't ignore the love i showed and offered her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if she hadn't been cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if only... if only....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if only she loved me too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i would've never lost the feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i would've never tried to lose it...&lt;br /&gt;i would've kept loving her..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i could've been spending my time with her..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and kept the my love aflame...&lt;br /&gt;and held onto the phrase..; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'i love you, always... forever.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if only... if only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if only she dared to care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110248028667227148?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110248028667227148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110248028667227148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110248028667227148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9495878/posts/default/110248028667227148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/2004/12/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Ajim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04239407528686227719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9495878.post-110238298991874456</id><published>2004-12-06T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:29:49.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoric Feeling..?</title><content type='html'>again.., a new day has come&lt;br /&gt;doing things i have done.&lt;br /&gt;guess things would somewhat be the same&lt;br /&gt;though i know things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again this thought ran tthrough my mind;&lt;br /&gt;what's with love that everyone likes to feel it..?&lt;br /&gt;is it of some sort of elixer that rejuvinates your tired and weary state..?&lt;br /&gt;is it really a good feeling that people are willing to risk their all just to have it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't get it...&lt;br /&gt;why the need to gamble on that game,&lt;br /&gt;when there's only a little to win and and all to lose..?&lt;br /&gt;why the need to risk it anyway..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well does it just showcase people's uncontentment...&lt;br /&gt;that they've got the need to have more..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we really exist just to be on that expected euphoric stage,&lt;br /&gt;when with just a sleight of hand can make you desperate and and your life miserable..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may say that i am a fool, and a freak of nature...&lt;br /&gt;yes.., i think i am guilty of being a fool...&lt;br /&gt;of being a freak of nature...&lt;br /&gt;but ain't lovers more foolish than i am.??&lt;br /&gt;for they make weirdos out of themselves...&lt;br /&gt;freaks of emotions... freaks of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a number of times i have loved.., and in all i have failed...&lt;br /&gt;but through it...,&lt;br /&gt;i have learned to see and appreciate the beauty of all GOD's creations...&lt;br /&gt;and to live in order to love life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9495878-110238298991874456?l=right-wingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://right-wingman.blogspot.com/feeds/110238298991874456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9495878&amp;postID=110238298991874456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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