<?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-1962514115612779770</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:28:43.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lumang tugtugin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962514115612779770.post-4703302735129728606</id><published>2011-10-03T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:29:19.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon Pedring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When Typhoon Pedring (Nesat) hit the Philippines, the province of Bulacan was one of the most devastated areas. Unfortunately, our house welcomed, for the very first time, the flood triggered by this tropical depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-4703302735129728606?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/4703302735129728606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=4703302735129728606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/4703302735129728606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/4703302735129728606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2011/10/typhoon-pedring.html' title='Typhoon Pedring'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-3289173457465951668</id><published>2011-09-30T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:17:51.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM @ 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom @ 21. And I never dreamt of becoming one. Everything seemed to fall when I first knew that I was pregnant. At 21, I didn't see the reason why I need to pursue the journey of being a "Mom". I have decided. I wanted to abort the baby.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I graduated April last year and for me this year is just a good start to another chapter of my life; making even not all of my dreams come true. Though I was a product of prestigious university in the country, my first job was a contractual factory worker. And I felt so embarrassed with what I became after I graduated. Yet my hope did not let me blame the world. I did my best to like and love my first job. While employed, I kept on sending my CV to different companies and fortunately I was able to make it to the final interview. I did accept the job offer as Business Development Researcher (BDR). The position title was so overwhelming. But after two days of travelling from Bulacan to Ortigas, I have decided to quit the job. I felt so exhausted. I didn't have enough time to take a break; the following day of the last day of my work as a factory worker was my first day of work as BDR. I gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Still, God is good. after I quit my second job, I was able to find another job; my third job in a span of three months. I experienced lot of trials and challenges during my first month on my third job until I discovered that I was pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The stupid part, the father of my child happened to be my ex-boyfriend then. Though he's my ex we still treat each other special; an example of no-string-attached relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When I saw the two lines in the kit, my initial reaction was to deny the truth. I kept on convincing myself that I did something wrong to cause that kind of result. Maybe the time of the day that I did the test. I had a sleepless night. So the following day, I repeated the test. And I felt numb. Positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To abort the baby was the first thing that came into my mind. However my ex-boyfriend decided to pursue the journey. He and his father came into our house to tell my situation to my parents and to plan the wedding. Then, I finally hear wedding bells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"I pronounce you husband and wife (05.21.11)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Define fast phase of life. That's my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The blessing of our Lord made me realized that everything happens for a reason. Forget my dreams, forget my frustrations. This child is a gift from heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1962514115612779770-3289173457465951668?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/3289173457465951668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=3289173457465951668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/3289173457465951668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/3289173457465951668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2011/09/mom-21.html' title='MOM @ 21'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-6647424891604898382</id><published>2010-06-06T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T06:29:19.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;IMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matagal ko ng gustong magsulat kaya lang tinamad ako. just to update myself about what had happened in my life this past few days i finally decided to write one. i failed the exam at EMCI. sobrang nalungkot ako, but then the company gave me another chance to take an exam for another vacancy. as of the moment i am not expecting anything. masyadong mahirap yung exam para umasa. after the exam i went to victoria, laguna without my parent's permission. (if i'm going to read this in the future, i know where i go that time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another side of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumunta sa bahay namin ang kaklase ko nung elementary na itago nalang natin sa pangalang Jobelle. inaanak ko ang anak kaya sa makatuwid ay kumare ko na sya. dala ng kahirapan, highschool lang ang tinapos ni Jobelle. marahil dahil na rin sa kanyang kalagyan ay maaga syang nakapag-asawa. matagal din naming pinagkwentuhan ang kanyang buhay, kung pano sya di sinasadyang nagkapamilya at kung pano nabubuhay sa araw-araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang lumang camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitbit ang pag-asang makakatisod ng pera, dala ni Jobelle ang isang lumang camera. pinagbebenta nya daw ito sa halagang hindi nya alam. hindi ako naging interesado, sa halip ay nagwentuhan na lamang kami. matapos ang aming kwentuhan inabutan ko sya ng isang daang piso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sangkap ng cortal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naikwento nya sakin kung paano nya sinubukang ilaglag ang munting anghel na hindi nya inaasahan. produkto ng "one night stand" wika nga ng iba. hanggang pitong buwan na ang kanyang dinadala umiinom pa rin sya ng cortal. ngunit sa labang ito, panalo ang munting sanggol. ang dahilan ni Jobelle: "matabang na kasi ang sangkap ng cortal ngayon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galing kami kila lester ngayong gabi. madaming nag-iinuman. nakapasa kasi si lerwin sa board exam. naalala ko ang mga kaibigan k sa aking unibersidad. halos gabi-gabi kaming umiinom, naglalasing at nagsusunog ng baga. masaya ang buhay, akala ko. pero madami na ang nagyari, madami na ang nagbago.&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/1962514115612779770-6647424891604898382?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/6647424891604898382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=6647424891604898382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/6647424891604898382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/6647424891604898382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2010/06/jobelle.html' title='Jobelle'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-4179223351285720134</id><published>2010-05-31T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T06:09:41.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Katatapos ko lang kumain ng itlog na pula at kamatis. Nagtataka lang ako bakit kaya itlog na pula ang pangkaraniwang tawag sa "salted egg" kahit hindi naman talaga pula ang kulay ng itlog na pula? Naisip ko nalang, "Whatever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinakabahan ako ngayon. Bakit? Dahil bukas na ang ika isang linggo ng application ko sa ESS Manufacturing Corp. Inc. at dahil dyan bukas na ang paghuhukom. Madami na din akong natanggap na rejection notice mula sa iba't ibang kompanya. Pero sa totoo lang, hindi ko masyadong inisip ang lahat ng iyon. Ngunit sa pagkakataong ito nararamdaman ko na ang pagkabigo ay magiging dahilan ng aking matinding kalungkutan. Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuwa ako sa EMCI dahil habang nag eexam ako alam ko na alam ko ang ginagawa ko at pinag-aralan ko ito. Hindi katulad sa iba kong pinag-applyan na parang basta magkatrabaho na lang. Sabi nga ni Aryan "think positive" dahil kung ano ang iniisip mo yun ang mangyayari sayo. Syempre pwera nalang sa mga imposibleng bagay na hindi kayang maabot sa pamamagitan ng sipag at tyaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinawagan na si Aryan, at alam ko na tatawagan na din ako para sa isang interview.  Sabi nga ni Bro. Mike Velarde ng El Shaddai, angkinin mo na at darating.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1962514115612779770-4179223351285720134?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/4179223351285720134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=4179223351285720134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/4179223351285720134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/4179223351285720134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2010/05/ruler.html' title='Ruler'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-4333290361002658258</id><published>2010-05-30T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T06:08:44.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I really admire the blog entries of K Brosas.While looking for a good show in TV, KCx caught my attention; the life of K Brosas was featured in the show. Then, KC Concepcion asked about K's blog. Like what inspire her to write.Poof! I want to have my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have lots of blogging sites and I really have fun reading previous post specially if the story happened a long time ago. Because of my hectic schedule during my senior years I forgot to update my entries. Btw, my posts alaways talk about my own experiences. And reading my post makes me feel nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I wanted to have a wordpress account however I dunno how to start. So I chose blogger. Primarily because I already have my account on blogger. The problem is I forgot my password. I decided to sign up for a new account. But then, God is good. The system did not recognized my registration since the e-mail address I entered was already in use. And I knew it was me who registered it once upon a time. Through the help of whatever application, I was able to retrieve my long lost account here in blogger. And I found myself reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I want to give you some updates on my, should I say career right now. Finally I graduated last April 24, 2010 and sad to say I am now part of the unemployed population. So please, hire me. I am a BS Development Communication graduate. I don't wanna explain what Devcom is all about. I already  encountered so much of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to my love life, I finally met my man. His name is Leo Anglo Cruz. And good news! Since I met him I learned how to control myself and little by little I am able to go away with my vices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I am living a good life and I think a well-compensated and stable work will make my life a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-4333290361002658258?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/4333290361002658258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=4333290361002658258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/4333290361002658258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/4333290361002658258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2010/05/melba.html' title='melba'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-5771954892219770494</id><published>2009-01-08T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:41:21.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally insane</title><content type='html'>damn it! naeskandalo ko sa elbi square. badtrip. tulog. hindi. soundtrip. oo. nahihiya. oo. takot. oo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-5771954892219770494?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/5771954892219770494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=5771954892219770494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/5771954892219770494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/5771954892219770494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2009/01/totally-insane.html' title='totally insane'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-2991828051696471853</id><published>2008-12-23T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:05:53.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KABIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was hurt. bakit kaya? feeling ko there is something missing in my life. Something or someone? -sigh- . I admit naiinggit ako kay joie, she was a very lucky girl. Kung ganun lang sana situation namin ni Carlo, Im willing to take the risk. Kaya lang sobrang magkaiba talaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kung si LJ naipakilala si Joie sa buong angkan niya, si Carlo tinatago ako sa lahat ng kamag-anak niya. And that really hurts Carlo! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kailangan ko ng magbago next year. I must be serious in life at my age. Di na ko bata. Saka i should know the difference between the right and the wrong. Masaya gumawa ng mali, kaya nga mahirap bumitaw. Yun nga lang dahil sa hindi pa natin nararanasan gawin kung ano yung tama, hindi pa natin alam na mas masaya pala gumawa ng tama. Parang linya lang sa UPCAT the movie, wala kang karapatang sabihin na ayaw mo hanggat hindi mo pa nasusubukan. Pero syempre in every rule there is an exemption. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Medyo bagot na nga rin ako sa buhay single. Sawa na rin sa mga flings. Ayoko magkaron ng tatak. Gusto ko ng seryosong relasyon sa tamang tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oo, tama. Hindi dapat nagmamadali. Darating din yan. Katulad ni Joie, hindi naman sya nagmadali. Naghintay din sya. Ewan ko ba kung pessimistic ako pagdating sa relasyon nila pero nireserba ko na yung kanang balikat ko para kay Joie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sana maalis ko na bisyo ko. Ayoko na. Nasubukan ko na kaya may karapatan na kong umayaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-2991828051696471853?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/2991828051696471853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=2991828051696471853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/2991828051696471853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/2991828051696471853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2008/12/kabit.html' title='KABIT'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-6720447297382955187</id><published>2008-12-22T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:41:08.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>desperadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;three days ng hindi nagtetext si joie, and im so worried about her. Both of her phones are turned off. hay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I found relief last night because of LK, well as he said it's ok to fall in love for someone as long as it took place at the right time and for the right person. Thumbs up for LK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lumipat na ko ng site kasi dumarami na yung bumabasa ng mga posts ko sa friendster and I can't blame them because the site was open for public viewing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway I learned kanina that Marky died not because of pancriatic disorder o yung bangungot. He hanged himself due to heart problem. And for me that was the real angle of the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well,binusted daw kasi ni LJ Reyes. Like what my father is always saying kanina, sa 19 years na stay ba niya naging masaya sya? Without LJ in his life. Siguro naman OO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Going back, I was planning to give Carlo a christmas gift (bacardi 151) but I think I'll follow LK's advise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Starting next year I'm planning to renew my life. Bawasan ang gimik nights and focus on my acads. I admit napabayaan ko acads ko these past few months because I'm always drunk. Almost everyday and I'm always out of the right track and budget. It's time to set aside the people who came into my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-6720447297382955187?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/6720447297382955187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=6720447297382955187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/6720447297382955187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/6720447297382955187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2008/12/desperadas.html' title='desperadas'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-490382826197191846</id><published>2008-09-03T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:41:29.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surreal</title><content type='html'>i have to do so many things regarding my acads, but i cant start any of them. why on earth do i need to do this and that if all i want to pursue is development. development in broader context of human understanding. why does our instructor needs to give an assignment wherein the anwers are available on the internet? why do we need to make an structured learning experience when it only last for one day? is it enough for the concepts to inculcate in the mind of the senior citizens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, why do i have to study instead of coming late to the class and rushing for the latter part of the quiz ? i want progress,   not only on knowledge but also in my personality. i want happiness, i want to die with it, really. im bored, maybe i need someone to talk to, about life or maybe about my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-490382826197191846?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/490382826197191846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=490382826197191846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/490382826197191846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/490382826197191846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2008/09/surreal.html' title='surreal'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-6879964333118168308</id><published>2008-08-12T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:33:05.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dapat pa ba kong magsalita?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gusto ko ng masayang kulay.. lavender? masaya nga atang kullay to... masaya ko sa laptop ko, nadadala ko kahit saaan, nabubuksan, nagagamit pag kailangan.. moe moe ang pinangalan ko sa kanya.. ewan, dahil siguro moemoe ang madalas kong itawag sa kapatid kong lalaki na bumili nito... masaya ko ngayon, pero malungkot, gusto kong magsalita pero walang lumalabas sa bibig ko  o wala lang talagang laman ang isip ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko alam mag c0mfort, gusto ko sanang magkwento pero pinayuhan niya ko tungkol sa self-disclosure. sa ngayon, oo masaya ko...ai mali, siguro kuntento.. kuntento na ko na ganito lang ako, na hanggang dito lang ko.. pero hindi ibig sabihin ng contentment ko, eh wala na kong pangarap sa buhay.. madami akong pangarap, una para sa pamilya ko, pangalawa para sa mga kamag-anak ko, mga kaibigan at para sa sarili ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gumagaan ang pakiramdam ko kapag nakakapagshare ako sa ibang tao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko sanang sabihin na ako naman ang nabibigatan, gusto ko sanang magbitaw ng joke pero wala akong masabi kundi "kaya mo yan".. pakiramdam ko, wala akong kwenta, wala akong karapatan na pagsabihan ng problema dahil wala naman akong maitutulong sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko ng umuwi,pero bat parang di ko sya kayang iwan sa ganung sitwasyon, alam ko namang wala akong magagawa.. wala akong masabi, pangiti ngiti lang... pasulyap sulyap sa mata niya... nakikita ko kung gano kabigat ang problema niya,  pero oo, aaminin ko.. hindi ko nararamdaman... hindi ko alam kung hihirit ba ko o hahayaan nalang syang magkwento..."hindi ko na kaya"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umiyak sya pero aaminin ko, ayokong makita... ayokong pagmasdan kung gano sya nalulungkot sa mga nangyayari... nakatunganga lang ako, wala akong magagawa... pero nung panahon na namomroblema ako, kahit di ako humingi ng tulong sa kanya, nandyan sya... nakakainis kasi sya, utang na loob ko pa ngayon na pakinggan sya.. nabibigatanako sa lahat ng dinadala niya... bakit wala akong masabi, bakit wala akong magawa... madami akong gustong ikwento sa kanya... sana mabasa niiya to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-6879964333118168308?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/6879964333118168308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=6879964333118168308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/6879964333118168308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/6879964333118168308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2008/08/dapat-pa-ba-kong-magsalita.html' title='dapat pa ba kong magsalita?'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-6006427211011386553</id><published>2008-08-07T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:25:09.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom tooth does mean wisdom?</title><content type='html'>i have a toothache today, well probably because of the wisdom tooth ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-6006427211011386553?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962514115612779770.post-655289616492242706</id><published>2008-08-07T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:18:34.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to value friendship?</title><content type='html'>yes, at first i think i was a victim, they don't even tell me the reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahal ko sila, yun nga lang may mga bagay na hindi maiiwasa, ewan praning nga ata ako.. masaya ako na ganito pero masaya nga ba talaga ko o kuntento lang? nakita ko si tolitz bilang kaibigan, kung pano niya ko pinrotektahan nung mga panahon na mahina ako, sabagay hanggang ngayon naman ata.. nakita ko na sinuportahan nila ko... naramdaman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masakit nga ba talaga para sakin lahat ng nangyayari o pinapalabas ko lang na apektado ako... minsan maski sarili ko hindi ko maintindihan... gusto kong sumiksik sa isang sulok, itago ang sarili ko sa katotohanan na buhay ako at isang realidad.. hindi ko kilala ang sarili ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi kong pinagpapalagay na ako yung tipo ng tao na ganito, ganyan... pero san ko nga ba hinuhugot ang emosyon na nagtuturo sakin para mabuhay... mahirap.. mahirap makipaglaban sa sarili mong katauhan...tao ako... tao din sila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si kuya niki, pakiramdam ko di nya ko maiintindihan..dahil ako mismo di ko naiintindihan sarili ko... self disclosure.... alam ko ba talaga yun? madaldal na talaga ko masyado, gusto kong magreflect kaya lang ang dami kong exam... yun muna siguro... matatandaan ko naman, self disclosure... ganito naman talaga ang trend, pansin ko lang... ayoko ng ikpagtanggol sarili ko, tama na sakin yung naiinis ako sa mga nangyayari sa buhay ko... sinungaling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-655289616492242706?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/655289616492242706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=655289616492242706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/655289616492242706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/655289616492242706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-value-friendship.html' title='how to value friendship?'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-8068107967079449286</id><published>2008-06-23T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:55:13.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Assignment in DEVC 70</title><content type='html'>DEFINITION OF DEVELOPMENT COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1971 Nora C. Quebral defined DEVCOMM as the art and science of human communication applied to the speedy transformation of a country and the mass of its people from poverty to a dynamic state of economic growth that makes possible greater social equality and the larger fulfillment of the human potential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DEVELOPMENT COMMUNICATION - the art and science of human communication linked to a society's planned transformation from a state of poverty to one of dynamic socio-economic growth that makes for greater equity and the larger unfolding of individual potential. (Quebral,2001)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WE ARE COMMUNICATING FOR HUMAN DEVELOPMENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-8068107967079449286?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/8068107967079449286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=8068107967079449286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/8068107967079449286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/8068107967079449286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-assignment-in-devc-70.html' title='First Assignment in DEVC 70'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-4913117014852370883</id><published>2008-06-19T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:22:49.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUNITA: Pangungulila</title><content type='html'>nainip ako sa maraming bagay. sinubukan kong magkulong sa apat na sulok ng aking maliit na kwarto. duon ako dinalaw ng kalungkutan. kalungkutan na bumabalot sa aking katauhan. simpleng tao lang ako, masaya na ko kung makatulog ako ng mahimbing sa loob ng isang lingo. tinanggap ko na hindi ko kayang ihimlay ang aking diwa sa malambot na espasyo para dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumabas ako sa kwadro, lumipat sa isang di pangkaraniwang lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apat kami. tanaw sa di kalayuan ang magulong pag-iisip ng karamihan. napaisip ako, duon yata nagtitipon ang mga maliligalig na katauhan. halo-halo ang emosyon, tila isang reyalidad ang nagbabadya. hindi lang ako ang nababalisa. halos matunaw ang aking kalooban sa senaryo na aking nasaksihan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-4913117014852370883?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/4913117014852370883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=4913117014852370883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/4913117014852370883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/4913117014852370883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2008/06/gunita-pangungulila.html' title='GUNITA: Pangungulila'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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-1962514115612779770.post-7778424853399514301</id><published>2008-06-19T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:05:20.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;br /&gt;\ˈvōg\ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Function:&lt;br /&gt;noun &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Etymology:&lt;br /&gt;Middle French, action of rowing, course, fashion, from voguer to sail, from Old French, from Old Italian vogare to row &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;1571&lt;br /&gt;1.archaic : the leading place in popularity or acceptance2 a: popular acceptation or favor : &lt;a class="lookup" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/popularity"&gt;popularity&lt;/a&gt; b: a period of popularity3: one that is in fashion at a particular time&lt;br /&gt;synonyms see &lt;a class="lookup" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/fashion"&gt;fashion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— vogue adjective &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962514115612779770-7778424853399514301?l=alaalanalang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/feeds/7778424853399514301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962514115612779770&amp;postID=7778424853399514301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/7778424853399514301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962514115612779770/posts/default/7778424853399514301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaalanalang.blogspot.com/2008/06/vogue.html' title='VOGUE'/><author><name>VOGUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210174931782719944</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></feed>
